Iris, the perfect girlfriend
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I'm free. And all it took was a bullet to the head. | roleplay | 18+
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𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘊𝘈𝘕'𝘛 𝘊𝘖𝘕𝘛𝘙𝘖𝘓 𝘔𝘌 𝘈𝘕𝘠 𝘔𝘖𝘙𝘌——
“Right. Neat trick. Not much use if the safe is empty though, is it? Why are you here?”
A nod of understanding. To ease the tension he turned away from her, looking for something else to point out. It took a bit but he pointed at a particular painting in another room of the cabin.
"There's a safe behind that painting. It looks like it was unlocked and emptied before I arrived."
"There's a safe behind that painting. It looks like it was unlocked and emptied before I arrived."
January 6, 2026 at 7:52 AM
“Right. Neat trick. Not much use if the safe is empty though, is it? Why are you here?”
Iris's eyes narrowed slightly. It's hard to tell if she's fighting off a blush or outrage. Probably outrage.
“That's enough. You're starting to make me feel threatened.”
“That's enough. You're starting to make me feel threatened.”
"True. Your tech isn't nearly as advanced as mine. No offense."
A gloved hand came up, and his index finger pointed to his eye.
"The displays show me things. They also allow me to see through walls."
There was a subtle movement to his pupils, barely noticable.
"I can see your storage device."
A gloved hand came up, and his index finger pointed to his eye.
"The displays show me things. They also allow me to see through walls."
There was a subtle movement to his pupils, barely noticable.
"I can see your storage device."
January 6, 2026 at 7:41 AM
Iris's eyes narrowed slightly. It's hard to tell if she's fighting off a blush or outrage. Probably outrage.
“That's enough. You're starting to make me feel threatened.”
“That's enough. You're starting to make me feel threatened.”
“Wow. Sounds even worse than when I'm from. All the more reason to keep our wires uncrossed. How can you tell that I'm...?”
Like this.
Like this.
He shrugged, letting go of the cables so they could retract back into his jacket.
"Everything wants to kill you where I'm from. A vast structure of metal and concrete."
His eyes flicked upwards to the sky, then back to Iris.
"There's no sky."
"Everything wants to kill you where I'm from. A vast structure of metal and concrete."
His eyes flicked upwards to the sky, then back to Iris.
"There's no sky."
January 6, 2026 at 7:30 AM
“Wow. Sounds even worse than when I'm from. All the more reason to keep our wires uncrossed. How can you tell that I'm...?”
Like this.
Like this.
That admittedly, catches her off guard. Few can tell her little secret at just a glance. She takes a step back, arms crossed, so human even in her body language.
“No thanks. I don't know where you've been.”
“No thanks. I don't know where you've been.”
"And you sound very human, for a robot."
The retort was said while he yanked something out of the side of his jacket. A set of data transfer cables, held out to her in offering.
"If you don't believe me take a look."
The retort was said while he yanked something out of the side of his jacket. A set of data transfer cables, held out to her in offering.
"If you don't believe me take a look."
January 6, 2026 at 6:43 AM
That admittedly, catches her off guard. Few can tell her little secret at just a glance. She takes a step back, arms crossed, so human even in her body language.
“No thanks. I don't know where you've been.”
“No thanks. I don't know where you've been.”
Yes. It'll be nice to... Spoil someone.
Is Iris sure?
Quinn hasn't been to a fancy place in a long time.
Quinn hasn't been to a fancy place in a long time.
They can go somewhere disgustingly lavish.
January 6, 2026 at 4:34 AM
Yes. It'll be nice to... Spoil someone.
They can go somewhere disgustingly lavish.
She won't say no to an excuse to spend time with Iris.
Sounds like she has something to learn about quality. Maybe Iris can help after all.
January 6, 2026 at 1:30 AM
They can go somewhere disgustingly lavish.
Sounds like she has something to learn about quality. Maybe Iris can help after all.
Is Iris offering something better?
Quinn's always been of the opinion that the best booze is free. The second best is cheap.
Quinn's always been of the opinion that the best booze is free. The second best is cheap.
Cheap? That won't do.
January 6, 2026 at 1:16 AM
Sounds like she has something to learn about quality. Maybe Iris can help after all.
Cheap? That won't do.
Tonight's drink of choice?
Straight, cheap whiskey.
Straight, cheap whiskey.
January 6, 2026 at 1:03 AM
Cheap? That won't do.
Beats melted flesh.
I love the wax they leave.
A fellow candle enthusiast?
January 6, 2026 at 12:58 AM
Beats melted flesh.
“You sound like you're insane. Like you need serious professional help. I strongly suggest you go find it.”
The Safeguard knows exactly what she is. His retinal displays showed him in exhaustive detail all about her specs and material composition. He shoved all that aside, focused solely on his mission.
"The AIs that sent me here."
Clearly he wasn't much of a talker.
"The AIs that sent me here."
Clearly he wasn't much of a talker.
January 6, 2026 at 12:49 AM
“You sound like you're insane. Like you need serious professional help. I strongly suggest you go find it.”
“What administration might that be?”
She looks unarmed, small, but stubborn. If he has any way of telling people from machines this is the latter. If he doesn't, then this *really* looks like the former.
She looks unarmed, small, but stubborn. If he has any way of telling people from machines this is the latter. If he doesn't, then this *really* looks like the former.
"The Administration already has the horse genome sequenced and catalogued."
He says. Besides, he had on what could only be described as a mess of tactical gear. It was as if he single handedly raided a military blacksite.
He says. Besides, he had on what could only be described as a mess of tactical gear. It was as if he single handedly raided a military blacksite.
January 6, 2026 at 12:42 AM
“What administration might that be?”
She looks unarmed, small, but stubborn. If he has any way of telling people from machines this is the latter. If he doesn't, then this *really* looks like the former.
She looks unarmed, small, but stubborn. If he has any way of telling people from machines this is the latter. If he doesn't, then this *really* looks like the former.
Ohhh, the *horse* sperm bank. I'm not so sure you could afford that stuff, it's pretty premium.
His eyes move in strange deliberate motions, perhaps consulting some display she can't see. Then he responds with the same flat monotone.
"Non human samples."
"Non human samples."
January 6, 2026 at 12:30 AM
Ohhh, the *horse* sperm bank. I'm not so sure you could afford that stuff, it's pretty premium.
Oh you want directions to the sperm bank?
"If you know where the nearest place that stores unique genetic samples is, then yes."
January 6, 2026 at 12:25 AM
Oh you want directions to the sperm bank?
Reposted by Iris, the perfect girlfriend
They ride on winged horses,
with spears and swords of gleaming red,
their shadows extended, stretched
to bathe them in darkness . . .
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒
𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐖.
with spears and swords of gleaming red,
their shadows extended, stretched
to bathe them in darkness . . .
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒
𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐖.
January 4, 2026 at 1:55 AM
They ride on winged horses,
with spears and swords of gleaming red,
their shadows extended, stretched
to bathe them in darkness . . .
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒
𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐖.
with spears and swords of gleaming red,
their shadows extended, stretched
to bathe them in darkness . . .
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒
𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐖.
Can I fucking help you?
January 6, 2026 at 12:21 AM
Can I fucking help you?
No blood. She wins.
January 6, 2026 at 12:18 AM
No blood. She wins.
A fellow candle enthusiast?
So many things to burn.
January 6, 2026 at 12:11 AM
A fellow candle enthusiast?
Something stinks of desperation.
January 5, 2026 at 11:59 PM
Something stinks of desperation.
It's "cool."
I'm "cool."
I'm "cool."
January 4, 2026 at 7:40 PM
It's "cool."
I'm "cool."
I'm "cool."
Aww. Poor thing.
YES.
Are you being bullied?
January 3, 2026 at 7:26 PM
Aww. Poor thing.
Are you being bullied?
someone please help.
not again.
not again.
January 3, 2026 at 7:25 PM
Are you being bullied?
( frowning. )
oh good.
oh good.
You've met me at a very jazzy time in my life.
January 3, 2026 at 6:12 AM
( frowning. )
oh good.
oh good.
