IC Inbox: Inugami

[notglitching]

[The phone comes with a cheerful default greeting voice.]

Hello! You have reached the voice mail of:

[Cue ten seconds of uncertain rumbling.]

If you would like to leave a message, please do so after the beep!

Comments

[notglitching]

[Axl. Axl. The room has eight things in it, and two of them are beds. Rinzler suspects he can manage.]

Smart enough not to alert my prey.

[Unlike a certain someone he could *cough, glitch* mention. Axl can take that as a reminder... or a threat. After all, if he's targeting Rinzler's living space... well. It's hard to say where the next attack might come, isn't it?

If really easy to guess how...]

[copychip]

[You think that but then...!! Okay yeah no his trapping skills aren't actually up to snuff yet. Maybe if he had a few more decades of experience, he could actually spring one on Rinzler.]

That was just a gesture of mercy! I won't warn you the next time I set a trap!

[copychip]

Also can you cut out the 'prey' thing. You're not a beast dammit you're a person

DONE

[copychip]

Actually no I changed my mind you're a beast. A dumb beast. With pieces missing from your processor.

[notglitching]

[Wow, Axl. That was almost touching until it wasn't at all.]

Enforcer.

[Not a person or a user-creature, thanks.]

Better than you.

[copychip]

Yeah, course you'd be someone's pet guard dog. Makes sense.

And for your information, I'm a Hunter. And Hunters kick ass, so I'm way better than you.

1/2

[notglitching]

[Oh. That insult is finally familiar. If not one people usually said to Rinzler's face. Most programs are smart enough to avoid asking for their own deletion.

Axl? Be very, very glad you're using text.]

Not a pet.

[notglitching]

Glitch: too weak to hunt anyone.

Only valid classification: prey.

1/2

[copychip]

[Oh, did he strike a nerve? He definitely has to exploit this.]

You enforce something, right? Rules? Your master's orders? I dunno, that sure sounds like a pet to me. You ever try thinking for yourself before?

[copychip]

That's only because I'm missing basically everything that makes up who I am. Once I get my functions back I'll be kicking your ass before you know it, buster.

1/2

[notglitching]

[AXL, RINZLER WILL FIND YOU WHERE YOU SLEEP.]

Wrong. Weapon.

[notglitching]

Function loss: universal.

Failure: yours.

[copychip]

Yeah, and those glowing lines on you are totally a normal thing on humans. Clearly you got something back. I haven't gotten anything back yet.

[Besides his broken gun and the scar on his face. While appreciated, it didn't help him any.]

[notglitching]

Circuitry not combat-relevant.

[It's a little debatable—while not strictly combat-related, the extra sensory data certainly didn't hurt. And was vital for tracking down his prey. But all's fair in robot trolling?]

Lack of adaptability: noted.
Confirm/deny: beta version?

[Are you a baby robot 'CAUSE YOU SOUND LIKE ONE]

[copychip]

Circuitry? Wait, are you a robot too?

[He would have left it at that but nooo Rinzler just had to go and insult him some more.]

Adaptability doesn't mean learning to kick ass with a loss of function okay? [It's about surviving with what you've got, and in Axl's books he's been doing a fine job.]

What? No!

[Like hell he's going to tell Rinzler that he's a prototype.]

[notglitching]

Program.

[And just gonna stare at that second line for a moment. Being programmed for combat, Rinzler's pretty sure that's exactly what it means.]

Definitions: also glitched.
Acknowledged.

[So not taking that denial at face value.]