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YoRHa No.2 Type B ([personal profile] podskill) wrote in [community profile] castellae 2017-04-24 08:22 am (UTC)

[ Whatever brought her to the Tower has somehow disabled her NFCS, leaving her nothing more than dead weight underneath 9S. In this case, he is stronger than her, her combat systems rendered useless and her weapons wrested from her, besides. It's an ironic, terrifying turn of events, but some small part of her feels... Elation. Desire for both his destruction and her own. 2B isn't sure if that's due to her programming or the fact that some perverse part of her has always wanted this.

She doesn't know explicitly about the virus plaguing his system, but she can see from the telltale glow that it's eating him up from the inside out. 2B chokes on a sob, the sound muffled by the way his mouth covers hers. Love and hate seem one and the same in the position he has her in, and she supposes that this was going to happen sooner or later. Corruptions in code and mechanics aren't out of the realm of possibility, so it stands to reason that 9S would remember something past the constant reformatting and memory wiping done to his system.

9S gets what he wants as his tongue robs her of speech, her eyes opening as he roughly tears at her dress, prompting her to flinch. Regardless, 2B doesn't feel fear. She's already tasted death once, and to have it revisit her again by 9S' hand... honestly doesn't seem so bad. She closes her eyes and pushes herself up into the kiss, surprisingly tender even as he seeks to brutalize her, her hands gently sliding upwards to frame his face.

She expects him to rebuff her for that, to shove her hands away. But still, she does it anyway, gently cradling him while she has the chance. ]

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