podskill: (◎ vxiv.)
YoRHa No.2 Type B ([personal profile] podskill) wrote in [community profile] castellae 2017-04-11 07:59 am (UTC)

[ 2B doesn't look at him as they walk, the steady tamping of his boots familiar as they trail behind her. Their pods suspend themselves dutifully around the both of them, steadily orbiting and unbothered by the steady downpour even as it quickens and intensifies.

She says nothing as he talks, grateful for the way the roar of the rain almost drowns out his voice. Her combat visor analyzes and feeds her information even as she slides down a steep incline of rubble, keeping her body bent in order to stop herself from tumbling. Her clothes are soaked, her hair matted to her forehead and neck as she straightens, her internal systems maintaining equilibrium against the inclement weather as she takes note of the marks 9S has provided upon their shared objective map.

It doesn't take long for them to come upon their first mark: a mostly-intact apartment building with a collapsed roof, its upper floors falling into one another while its foundation holds steady. 2B steps into the lobby proper, her heels sloshing through the rainwater that managed to pool upon the ground before coming to a stop in the middle of the darkened room. It's only then that she turns to face her partner, her expression impassive even behind her visor. ]


Does your intel happen to say where we should start our search? [ She asks, her voice terse. It's about then that the ground beneath her feet gives way, crumbling underneath her before she can leap to safety. ]

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