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castellae2017-04-10 05:56 pm
itshilarious) wrote in castellae2017-04-10 05:56 pm
Ongoing PSL - In-game setting
"You say that you're no good for me, cause I'm always tugging at your sleeve--"
"You say that you're no good for me, cause I'm always tugging at your sleeve--"
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She knows 9S isn't stupid, but she also knows precisely what he likes; when he cranes his neck up to meet her, she crushes her lips against his, her tongue slipping against his as she moans into his mouth. 9S' increase in speed causes her to gasp against him, though she meets him in kind, slamming her ass down onto his hips every time his hips roll upward. His lips are the sweetest thing she's ever tasted, and though her body technically wasn't built for this, she can't help but feel addicted to it.
9S' tongue had brought her close, but his need, buried deep inside of her and practically throbbing, is ultimately what sends her nearly teetering over the edge. 2B does her best to hold back, wanting this to last for as long as possible, but her body begins to tense. Soft, nearly imperceptible beeps signifying imminent overheating begin to emanate from within her internals, but she pays them no mind. 9S' hands lead her towards her peak, her teeth grazing along his bottom lip as she pistons her hips up and down, each roll and thrust serving to push her closer and closer.
When 2B finally reaches her climax, it's due to the way her name sounds on his lips. The walls of her cunt squeeze and suckle about his cock with desperation as she spasms astride 9S' hips, her servos finally giving out and seizing. The only noise that escapes her throat is a strangled, harsh half-moan, the latency of her visual drivers finally giving way to blackness as her audio input and output do the same. She very nearly powers down entirely before her systems attempt to restabilize, leaving her vision blurry and distorted.
2B can barely breathe, let alone think. Her body begins to vent itself of heat, the mechanical hiss of steam emanating from the cracks between her panels. ]
this canon is cruel ;3;
His own arousal catches up quick, the pulsing of her cunt as it eagerly devours him bringing about a delicious pleasure with every rut of her hips. The danger of being broken is there, yet it appears to encorage him, especially when he can tell she's close. Strangely enough? So is he.
The kiss itself is what gets him first. Combined with the increased sensitivity that came with his first climax, he wasn't slated to last long. 9S thrashes against 2B, a sweet whimper muffled between their lips and smothered. His internals cry with a need for ventilation, for him to slow down but he doesn't. He can head 2B's systems threaten to shut down, and even hears the brief click following an unexpected disconnection of her visuals and audio output. Before he can comment, his processors glitch and fuzz out, making focus impossible and commentary equally unavailable.
But he comes back quickly, thankful that he doesn't shut down in favor of riding this out, of crying out 2B's name against her lips while his hands frantically reach to embrace her, hands splayed against her back while his hips bottom out as his need empties itself out inside of her. Hot and copious, and 9S is absolutely certain he'll need a refill. ]
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When he cums, 2B makes a soft, girlish noise, the feeling of his need releasing within her is molten, scalding her insides and making her feel full and sated. It drips out from around his cock as she moves, slow and steady, her body still shuddering from the aftermath.
2B allows him to hold her close, her arms coming up to encircle his neck as she says against him, breaking their kiss in favor of allowing her head to fall in the crook between his neck and shoulder. Her breathing is slow and labored as she recovers, tiny, satisfied sounds peppering every exhale she gives.
Kissing the curve of his neck, 2B lies in silence, wondering why she always ends up doing this when she knows how it'll end. She braces herself for the questions she knows 9S will ask, keeping silent as she tries to formulate answers. ]
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How though? They've hardly known each other a full 24 hours...
No, that's not right. The word "always" clicks in his mind again, the expression shifts in 2B's face that suggest so much more than what he's initially perceiving. He's not foolish, and he catches on quick. But the particular hint he'd heard in the midst of their passionate coupling...
9S' focus begins to return to him, despite the way she halts his mind with those gentle kisses. They just lie there in silence, the room carrying subtle echoes of their heavy breathing. The hiss of their systems releasing steam and sucking in whatever cool air they can find. 9S is both sated and exhausted, but his mind never runs out of fuel. For a while, he hangs on to this... Because something tells him that any sort of truth will hurt. For just a moment, he pretends this has always been them. He creates fake memories to support the progress that brought them here. But he knows, logically, that won't help. 9S neck weakly cranes to her delicate gestures, sighing with content as he hangs on to every little second.
When he pulls away, it's only so he can better regard her face. 9S reaches back, palm cupping her cheek as it often has so many times before. ]
2B...
[ He should wait. Something tells him he should wait. But he cant. Still attached to her, still so very close, he asks: ]
What happened to me?
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She's happy when 9S pretends with her, in his own quiet way. Happy, until she opens her eyes, staring at the hollow created by his chin and collarbone. She feels his breathing even out and practically hears the way his mind whirs, as it always does, and she knows that the warm, wet little asylum they've created is rapidly disappearing. 2B curses herself for being so selfish.
When he pulls away, her world ends. Just a little bit. He rebuilds it by degrees when he gently caresses her face, prompting her to look up into his eyes. ]
... I did.
[ She states simply, her expression an unreadable collection of sadness and affection. 2B doesn't want to lie to him anymore, but the more she tries to force the words out, the less they seem willing to come. His question breaks her in its innocence, in its trusting; 2B feels raw and fractured and weak in her ability to go against her programming.
Still. She tries. For him. ]
We've b-- [ She begins, but her speech modulator is stopped by an error. 2B dismisses it before trying again. ] I-- [ Again, the same dialogue pops up, informing her of another error. ] 9S, I--
[ And something sharp twists within her at that third attempt, causing her to go slack against him momentarily. A warning, put in place by Command. 2B struggles for air, silently making sure that her attempts at treason hadn't activated some sort of beacon within her. ]
I... I'm sorry.
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9S slowly adjusts himself, pained as he pulls himself out from inside of her when it becomes to sensitive and painful. It's not without a tiny grunt that he breaks away, though, and part of him feels that allowing reality to take charge again is a mistake.
2B begins to speak, to answer his question and he feels this surge of anxiety that slows down her words and makes time almost pause. She can't get the words out, and the reality of that terrifies him more. 9S can hear the click in her vocals when she's forced to silence, the audible alert that introduces an error message. A warning. 2B tries for the third time and appears to be physically punished, and 9S' eyes widen as he struggles to hold onto her and support her.
And in some way...? This answers his question. That, and her initial answer. "I did"...Something has been done to him. And judging by 2B's behavior? It's been happening for some time now, and whatever it is... She's witnessed it. Or has been the hand behind it. He can't be sure yet, but it's clear enough that him of recalling anything while 2B drops hints that suggest something was there has to be investigated further. Something tells him it's a bad idea, but the pain he feels when he looks at her? When she seems so much in pain herself? He can't deny that this is necessary. ]
2B, it's okay.
[ He's still reinforced and protected within his ignorance to his fate, but it's cushioning is very quickly beginning to deteriorate and fall away. 9S shifts beneath her, cupping her face with his hands as he locks his gaze with her own. He's terrified, and that much is clear in the way he looks at her. But it's not directed at her.
Not yet. ]
Is... Is it your programming that is halting your speech command?
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When he holds her, 2B wants to push away. This isn't something he should be comforting her about. Still, weak and soft, she allows herself to sag in his arms, eyes open as her face presses into the crook of his neck. She's well aware that 9S can likely hear the telling clicks and error messages from this distance, and she hopes that that in itself is enough to clue him in on what's going on.
Slowly but surely, 2B's resolve has been solidifying since the last time she'd slain him. She isn't sure how this is going to work; YoRHa defectors are already targeted with extreme prejudice, and a top of the line Scanner model is definitely going to earn the top spot on a priority kill list. Though 2B is confident that the both of them can take care of themselves, she wonders if 9S would be happy with her decision.
... Then again, anything would be better than him dying by her hand, over and over.
When 9S moves, 2B doesn't immediately raise her eyes to his. When she finally does, she sees the fear playing deep within them, and she brings a hand up to cover his.
At his question, she looks away again. ]
That's classified information. [ Yes.
After a few moments, she sits up, withdrawing from him slowly, though she gently holds his hand in hers. As she stands and begins to readjust her clothing, 2B swallows hard. ]
... 9S. Are you able to block all connections between us and the Bunker's network?
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Does he really know her that well? 9S suddenly feels so small in front of her, so lost and he needs direction and answers. His mind runs a mile a minute, feeling this sting when she consistently clicks with warnings that tells him this is bad.
But nothing strikes him harder than her claim of it being classified information. No... No the answer to his question is daunting and terrifying. Although it's immediately paled in comparison to the question that she asks. It's as if her protocol, canned response works in tandem to her request of their disconnection. And suddenly he knows everything he needs to know.
She's the one who's emptied his memories. Or has at least been part in facilitating it. 9S' eyes widen, lips parting at her question and he isn't sure if he should deny it entirely and move on, or crumble right there. Asking her why won't bring any answers, that much has been made clear. He hesitates to answer at first, but it's clear that... That whatever she has to do, she doesn't want to do it anymore.
If that's what 2B wants? It's what he wants. As she holds his hand, it rests limp there a moment, until his resolve has his grip tightening around hers. ]
It wouldn't be easy. Or fast. I would have to reformat the two of us almost completely and re-route our Pods' software but...
Yeah. It's possible.
[ He looks terrified. That means they would be abandoning YoRHa, making them fugitives. Traitors. And so they would be marked as wanted for termination. Knowing that he's held so much important information at once is what terrifies him the most. 2B might be spared. Punished.
9S would be killed. Hell, there's still a chance she would too. 9S' eyes glaze over with this heart-wrenching fear. As she slips away, so does their shared grip.]
Is... Is that what you want?
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The realization in 9S' face tells her that her answer had been effective in achieving her goal, and as she refastens her skirt around her waist, she squares her jaw. At his answer, she inclines her head. ]
I trust your judgement. [ 2B says, and she does. When she looks at him, terrified and seemingly so small on the bed, she wants nothing more than to hold him. But she doesn't. Instead, she silently promises to protect him from whatever comes their way. There will be no punishments or decommissioning for them, simply because 2B won't allow it.
YoRHa will have to pry 9S from her cold, dead hands.
At his next question, 2B pauses. ]
... If you want answers, it's what's necessary. [ She says evenly. ] Aside from that... Yes. It is. But don't do this if you're not fully on board with it. I don't think I have to explain what doing this will mean for us.
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Freedom. Validation. Things that 9S never really had since his activation period. And in knowing he won't learn anything by remaining with YoRHa seems to take his resolve. Once he's dresssed, he slowly stands, reaching for the combat visor around his neck and carefully slipping it on. His hands are shaking, but he finds strength in 2B's gaze. ]
We'll be marked as deserters.
[ He knows she knows. But he says it as if that helps his resolve. ]
If that's what it takes to get answers, then... Okay. I don't want to be stuck in a never-ending cycle, and neither do you.
[ His voice cracks. ]
Let's do it.
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As she watches 9S, she counts the number of myriad ways that this could go wrong. She knows that he's worth it, worth all of it, but she also knows that some prices aren't hers to pay. As he replaces his visor, she watches him in silence, quietly wishing she could imbue herself with the same resolve he demonstrates. ]
We will. [ She agrees, stepping closer to him. 2B reaches out and gently grazes the back of her knuckles against his cheek when he mentions cycles, her words catching in her throat before she speaks again. ]
You're positive? [ She asks, giving him a final out. ] Then... go ahead. Just tell me what you need me to do.
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So... Why does this make so much sense to him? Especially when it sounds so absurd and terrifying when spoken...
He looks to her, seemingly leaning into her touch and it's as if he's naturally drawn to her. His questions still remain partially unanswered, but when he looks at her? It all makes sense. And perhaps he'll get his answers and be able to move forward. 9S is terrified, but for 2B? He wears a seemingly calm smile. He grasps her hand, holding it to his cheek. ]
I've got your back. I'm sure of this.
[ And it doesn't come easily. Completely removing them from the netwodk takes time and a delicate hand. 9S is required to start with himself first, preparing everything first before initiating everything. Failsafes are put in place, files hid away and organized in case something goes wrong. And that extends to 2B and their Pods.
The act itself of preparation takes hours. Bleeding through the night and into the day where they hide within the Resistance Camp. Nothing is initiated, not until they can essentially jailbreak their bodies and run off. But 9S is clever when he plans their timing. And as the hours bleed into the dead of night, 9S rises to his feet to face 2B. ]
Okay. I have... Nearly everything backed up.
But once I disconnect us, it'll likely set off a beacon. Command works fast. Hate to sound completely morbid here but...
We'll need to find two android bodies. Deactivated. I can completely reformat them to contain our IDs and that should buy us some time to gain distance.
[ There's a tremble in his voice, and 9S turns to face 2B. ]
I can't make any guarantees that this'll work. It's not like I've done this before...
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When 9S leans into her touch, she finds herself smiling in return. It's gentle and soft, and not without any misgivings, but still rife with affection and understanding. Once she's ascertained that he doesn't need anything to her, she keeps vigil, standing in front of the door with her arms folded across her chest. Though it takes hours, 2B doesn't move an inch except to steal a few covert glances at 9S, watching him.
It takes hours for him to speak again, and she turns, listening to his plan. ]
Should be easy enough. There are corpses scattered everywhere; it's just a matter of finding two that are convincing enough for Command.
[ At what he says next, she nods in understanding. ] Neither have I. But I trust you. You wouldn't suggest a plan if you didn't think it was our best option. [ She'd taken the liberty of organizing their inventories, weapons, and chipsets while she'd waited, and it's because of this that she makes for the door, turning to wait for him to regain himself before opening it. ]
Our best bet might be the Amusement Park. There are still bodies left over from the machine we fought in the opera house; they should be charred and unidentifiable enough for what we need them for. Even if Command knows we dispatched the one called Simone, it's not out of the realm of possibility that we got caught in a trap while seeking further intel.
[ After all, androids die every day. Affixing her visor back over her eyes, 2B leads the way to the Amusement Park, the thick blanket of night keeping the world quiet and cold. ]
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9S reaches for his bag, throwing it over his shoulder. He bites his lip as he stares at his feet, still terrified despite his resolve. ]
Good point.
[ He nods, straightening himself. No turning back now. ]
We... May want to consider finding new clothes. It'll be more convincing if our uniforms are on our "replacements" to add authenticity at first glance.
[ Despite the sinking feeling in his gut, 9S follows behind 2B. In the dead of night, most of the resistance members have long since powered down for the evening. A bare bones skeleton crew keeps watch, but there's nothing suspicious of their yoRHa guests coming in and out. Once they've gained distance towards the Amusement Park, 9S keeps silent. He's not sure what to do or say that won't come off strange right now. He probably won't until this is over with, and that seems to scare him even more. What is he doing? Where will they go?
When he feels a tightening in his throat, he quickly grabs 2B's hand. If she wants to deny him it, it's fine. But he's trembling like a goddamn leaf. ]
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Good call. Maybe we can find something in the park. [ 2B recalls finding old jewelry and even scraps of clothing in the Amusement Park; it's not so far out of the realm of possibility that they could find something to replace their YoRHa-issued clothing. It's fortunate that she's never been one to care for appearances, as well, since she knows that there's a high chance that they'll look ridiculous before the night is over.
As they walk in silence, 2B's mind calms, her visor scanning the area for potential hostiles. While the heat signatures of machine lifeforms glower ominously in the distance, their path to the Amusement Park is relatively clear; it's just as 2B is about to draw her weapon as a precaution that 9S reaches for her hand, causing her to halt momentarily.
Rather than deny him, she smoothly interlocks her fingers with his, pressing their palms together as they walk. She can feel him shaking, and she says nothing at first, content to just lead him by the hand as they walk towards their goal. When she does speak, her voice is soft. Gentle. ]
... There's nothing to worry about if we're together.
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2B has expressed herself differently in the act of intimacy, so 9S is still rather surprised when she so quickly takes his hand without question. He exhales a soft sort of sound, shocked yet comforted by the gesture as he looks down to see their hands delicately tangled together. Her palm is warm, grip firm, and while 9S is absolutely doubtful and horrified?
Her voice. Her resolve as she holds his hand? Everything that she carries for him seems to make everything around them fade. 9S' eyes are shrouded behind his combat visor, but they gleam hopeful and comforted as he looks at her. How she has such an effect on him when his memories of her are so minimal alludes him. But he's done questioning that. All of his answers will come soon.
For now, he smiles at her, hopeful and exuding gratitude and care for her. He squeezes her hand in return, the trembling in his grasp completely gone. Never has 9S felt so whole. It's as if his loneliness is gone, and all he needs is 2B to fulfill that gap he'd felt in his chest for so long. ]
Yeah. And... And we'll always be together.
[ The reach their destination soon enough, finding themselves back in that broken down theater that is still filled with the corpses of so many sacrificed androids. Their cause seems so disgusting when realizing they had met such a cruel demise beforehand. Does his make them monsters? Cruel?
Another question he isn't in the spot to answer right now. They eventually find disfigured enough androids to fit the bill. And 9S is the first to drag the body of his replacement to the center of the room. It feels dirty, heavy, but this is the only way they'll earn time.
He rests on his knees. Silent as he gets straight to work. ]
This is the easy part. Shouldn't take me long to ID them.
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She notes his surprise but doesn't comment on it, feeling the way his hand subtly twitches in hers as they walk. She keeps her grasp on him tight and certain, leading the way and releasing his hand only to dispatch any machines that happen to hop into their path. Even then, she always returns, shifting her hand back into his and leading him to their destination.
2B can feel the faith he has in her, and it tears her apart. While she knows that this is necessary for the both of them, she can't help but wonder at the fallout that's going to occur once he finds out her true designation. She feels dread, but also a certain sense of anticipation; there will be no more secrets between them and, come what may, 2B takes solace in that fact.
What he says pierces her straight through the chambers of her artificial heart, all at once so sweet and devastating. She looks over her shoulder at him, head hung slightly low. ]
... Yeah.
[ They reach the Amusement Park quickly enough, and it isn't long until they reach the arena where they faced Simone. It feels like an entire lifetime ago, and for 9S, she knows that he likely feels it in the literal sense. When they locate the corpses that fit the bill, 2B wastes no time in positioning hers next to 9S', close enough to make it look like they were caught by the same trap. She doesn't hesitate as she begins to start stripping down, leaving her visor for last as he works on affixing their IDs onto the corpses.
She dresses the corpse as best as she can, dirtying up and tearing her skirt and clothing in places to make it look convincing. She stands back as 9S does whatever it is that he needs to do, completely nude as she watches him, arms folded across her chest. The chill of the night air registers upon her nerve receptors, but she makes no outward show of discomfort even as she begins to stalk through the ruins of the opera house, searching for clothes or some other such substitute. Finding none, she decides to get creative: she pulls down one of the low, dusty curtains hanging upon the stage, tearing it up into android-sized strips. ]
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Replacing the IDs of their replacements is an easy feat, a simple hacking procedure that leads to changing the main identity settings and registration work in their favor. 9S assigns the designation IDs of himself and 2B upon the deactivated, fried android corpses. And when the deed is done, he unceremoniously stands and begins to disrobe.
The rest of it's mechanical. 9S may feel a slight tinge of embarrassment to be nude outside of this situation, but it seems that his stone-cold resolve has taken a front seat. He removes his clothing to its entirety, down to his boots, placing every last part that covers him onto the dead body. Working a detail of destroying his clothes in random places takes little to no time at all, and he stands back to observe their handiwork with a heavy sigh. ]
Well, no turning back now.
[ The fear kicks back in, though he doesn't outwardly show it. Once 2B has began to busy herself with making use of the curtains, he turns to face her. ]
I'll start with me first. Keep watch as a precaution. I don't know if this might fire off a beacon in the Bunker. Might... Be a while.
[ And he might not make it out of this. Nor her. 9S tries to keep his resolve in place as he takes one last look at her, because he can't be sure how this will end. The fact that 2B has such undying faith in him keeps him standing as tall as he can, lips pressed in a fine line. ]
If it doesn't work...
[ I'm sorry. ]
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[ Though 2B speaks evenly, she can't deny the doubt that pervades her thoughts. Her hands keep themselves busy as she fashions crude coverings both for herself and 9S, draping the old, dusty fabric around herself and tying it in place. It looks ridiculous, but it doesn't matter; 2B keeps it at a short length in favor of mobility, and she strides over to 9S in order to drape it over his shoulders while he works. ]
... Right.
[ 2B materializes her blade, standing at 9S' back and keeping an eye on both the door and the ceiling. Without her visor, environmental information gathering is notably more difficult; all she has to rely on are her eyes and her NFCS, as well as any information her Pod feeds her. She keeps her eyes sharp and her hearing even sharper, grip tight on the hilt of Virtuous Contract as she shifts her gaze around the room.
As 9S works, 2B is plagued with myriad thoughts of how this will play out. Even if YoRHa were to drop in on them now, she's confident that they'd be able to take them on; really, it would only be the first of a million times they'll likely have to strike down their former comrades once they're branded as traitors. As a combat model, the thought almost excites her... but she knows that 9S likely feels differently.
Best case scenario, she lives on in infamy like A2, untouchable and dangerous. She knows that that isn't an option for 9S, though; as an invaluable Scanner model, he's far too precious to allow to slip away. It's because of this that 2B strengthens her own resolve.
This is going to work simply by virtue of the fact that she doesn't have any other options. ]
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Those are the words that 9S repeats over and over again in his mind as he drops to his knees and settles back on the ground. Naked, save for the cloth that 9S has deposited upon his shoulder for later attention. He says nothing else once 2B turns her back to watch the door. The process daunting, its consequences unknown, 9S sighs as he accesses his OS in favor of prodding through his software.
9S activates safe mode, shutting off his connection temporarily to the network. It shouldn't seem off if it comes across as routine maintenance, and so he hides behind that shroud. The soft whisper of his entire body powering down would introduce that the process has started. His head falls slack, chin touching his collar while his eyes shut.
There's surprisingly less of a struggle than he previously anticipated, though that may be owed to a sudden resolve in knowing this is their reality now. As he travels within his own consciousness, time passes far enough for him to face this simply as another mission. That fearful look in his face seems to disappear for the time being once he finally disables his connection to the Bunker. Quietly and without error, 9S initiates his own reformatting, deleting any protocol functions set in place by Command. The immediate release of discovered data, his automatic connections to the operator in favor of routine contact, everything.
As he grazes through what's left, 9S comes across a final setting. It's written in code that makes little to no sense, much like his contingency. Although, he hadn't put it there. This doesn't look like anything he could build in. It makes no sense, he's not sure what he's turning off, but the second he does...
9S is hit with a visual barrage of download alerts, his visuals crowded with progress bad after progress bar. In his silence, he can only marvel at this and question himself. What... What's going on? What is all this? Files that had been hidden in an unknown drive?
They all flood in. Each memory like a heavy weight thrown in his arms to be piled up higher and higher. Those messages become images, video-like recollections that all seem to star a particular android, who's name he'd plastered all over his own OS.
2B.
Suddenly, the feelings of deja vu start to make sense. When he realizes this is every single moment he'd shared with 2B, he becomes angry in knowing Command had hidden these from him. These are his memories, considered property to someone else and how dare someone rob him of the one thing he can--
She kills him.
She smiles at him in so many memories. It's soft, almost nonexistent, but enough that he can feel it and notice it. 2B had been by his side for so much longer than he had known, and something hopeful and warm had sparked in his chest until the recollection of his demise took stage.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
Six times. Six murders by 2B's hand, all of which start out seemingly cold-blooded and merciless, yet become quicker and less painful each time. As if she'd grown soft to him. 9S is frozen in terror to what he witnesses, because it seems each killing comes on after he learns more about the humans.
Humans.
All of it floods in. Disaster after disaster. Data collections with his designation plastered all over it. Files he never remembered making because they reformatted him so many times. The moon is empty, piled with supplies that no human will ever consume because they've been dead for years. The Council of Humanity is nothing more than a figurehead. Working in the likes of a deity who does nothing but its followers function as if it sees all.
It all makes sense.
The truth is a weight 9S never truly thought he would carry. It bogs him down and threatens to suffocate him while he's stuck within the mental confines of safe mode. He wants to be angry. At YoRHa. At 2B. At the humans. But as everything floods in and shrouds him, everything comes full circle and he realizes his loyalty is a giant waste. They're all lambs to a slaughter. Meant for nothing more than killing machines and being killed.
Perhaps this was the only option.
9S shelves his feelings in favor of finishing the job. His resolve has him desperate to be with 2B, despite her orders. Perhaps it's a coping mechanism, or a desperation to move on and not be alone in this. But he repeats "it's her programming" as if that will make it better. Because he doesn't want to hate her. He doesn't want to be scared of her. If he tells himself he isn't, then he isn't. Right?
It's done. 9S finds it easier to sever his connection to the Bunker for good once his hands hold everything he'd earned. He deactivates safe mode, restarting his systems where his eyes suddenly open and soft clicks follow the very stiff, robotic-like posture adjust as his head lifts back up. 9S takes a sharp inhale, as if he'd held his breath the whole time. He's pale. Eyes glazed over. But with him disconnected, the timer starts. 9S shelves every feeling he has in favor of calling for 2B, his voice stern. ]
It's done. I need you to power down into safe mode immediately. We don't have time.
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Waiting for the worst, or the best. She isn't sure.
2B hears 9S reboot before she sees it, the subtle shift in his voice enough to clue her in to the fact that he's likely seen... everything. She should have expected it, honestly; it would have been foolish to expect that the latest in his line of Scanner types wouldn't leave behind some sort of hidden information cache for himself to retrieve later. She wonders if Command had considered the possibility even as she does as she's bade, unquestioning. She can grill him on everything he's found out later. As she lowers herself to her knees, she powers down, rebooting into safe mode.
While all 2B can see is blackness, 9S should be able to see everything that makes her... well, her. Her memories of him, of 6O, of the rest of the unit that had been shot down in her descent to earth. While the majority of her surface-level functions are labeled with the designation of 2B, everything that requires a higher level of security clearance is marked with the nomination 2E, giving insight to what her true function at 9S' side is.
Every burden she shoulders is laid bare before him, should he choose to seek them out. Memories of sleepless nights, of shedding tears in solitude, of staring up into a slate grey sky, alone. Every memory of meeting him, over and over, burned bright and permanent into the showreel of her consciousness.
2B knows what she risks in allowing him access to this, and honestly, part of her had considered the possibility of him killing her once he learned the truth. She accepts this possibility openly as she grants him access to every feasible part of her, eager to be at his side in whatever way possible. ]
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The process is only easier with 2B in the sense that he knows what he's doing now. With a quick, expert hand, he's got complete access to her. To her files, her functions, everything that makes her tick.
... The thought of ending her passes his mind only for a half a second. 9S immediately abandons that, his own conscience telling him that isn't the answer.
It seems that he locates much of her personal side to everything soon after he finds her designation. Of knowing that his theory was correct, and 2B... 2E had been created for the sole purpose of killing him every time he'd found something damning to the cause. Where 9S wants to seethe and cry, he's greeted with the image of 2B doing it instead. Nights where she'd stared at him powered down for the night, nights where she'd stared upon his corpse while her hands were covered in his vitals.
He gets it. Logically. The reason why they had been designated for this persistent, horrific cycle, but he hates it. 9S tries so very hard to keep himself from losing his mentality, from getting lost in his sadness and fear in favor of just getting this over with. How the hell are they supposed to endure all of this now? After the blissful ignorance is gone and the disgusting truth is laid bare?
No. No, prioritize the mission. Questions later.
9S succeeds in completely reformatting 2B's processes and connection to the Bunker within half the time it had taken for himself. Her ties to YoRHa severed, her entire system jail-broken in favor of making her a clean slate still containing the memories and files she'd gained. 9S quickly powers 2B back up, and part of him wants to break away and just run so he doesn't have to look at her.
But.
But it was just her programming. It was just her programming. 2B was just as hurt as he is now. Has been for years he can't... ]
It's done.
[ 9S' voice cracks again, and he keeps his gaze focused on his lower half as he quickly wraps the cloth she had given him around her waist. ]
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In all honesty, 2B wouldn't blame him.
When she powers back on, her systems flickering to life and catching the tail end of the crack in his voice. It registers all the same, and she knows better than to look up at him as he covers himself. She nods in acknowledgement, feeling slightly disjointed; though she knows her connection to Command was devoid of sound or indication of its existence, 2B feels as if she's missing something. She feels untethered, in a sense, though her feet are firmly planted upon the ground as she stands, slightly woozy. ]
... Right.
[ She knows that even more remains unsaid between them now that he's likely brushed up against her memories, but she knows that this isn't the time or the place for questions of that nature. ] We need to move. Fast. [ 2B makes for the door, blade still in hand as she tosses 9S a sideways glance over her shoulder. ]
I don't think we should stay in the area for too long. Unless you have someplace specific in mind, I'm just going to ask Pod to point us in the direction of a place with the fewest number of android lifeforms.
[ Her speech is stilted, even more mechanical than usual. It's clear that she has a few things on her mind, as she knows 9S does. Part of her feels the need to allay his fears, though she doesn't understand why. It takes her several minutes, but when she speaks again, it's soft. ]
I'm not going to let anything happen to you.
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He'll have to hang onto that mantra for a long time, he thinks. 9S feels so damn foggy once everything is said and done, and despite how dire the situation is? He can't bring himself to feel that sense of urgency anymore. It's like he's trying to numb himself to everything, to slow his mentality down so he can try to understand 2B's perspective in all this. He does. So why does this feel so off? So hurtful?
9S had long-since reformatted the Pods to continue their support in lieu of their disconnection to the Bunker. Any protocol to report or recommend reporting desertion is completely removed from their key functions. They both hover close to their androids, as if nothing happened. Even if they're aware of what's occurred.
He has to think of where to go, but he halts at 2B's gentle promise. The evidence of his discovering everything is clear on his face... But repeating that mantra in his head brings an understanding smile. Weak as it may be. He nods. ]
Yeah.
[ She won't. She won't, 9S. This is why they've done what they've done. So this doesn't have to happen anymore and they can just be happy and alone together. He purses his lips as he tries to regain that resolve, his own sword appearing from thin air into his hand. His grip is tight along the handle. 9S swallows thickly before looking to his pod. ]
Pod, locate an area with minimal to no reception. Prioritize areas with no android signals.
Acknowleded. Current location matching search filters supports the Forest Zone as best result. Marking location on map.
[ It's where they had located A2, but he supposes this makes sense. A2 is no longer connected to the Bunker herself, and it's not like they haven't faced her before. 9S says nothing once they leave the area, the two of them seemingly focused on running as quickly as they can. 9S doesn't focus right away on the consequences that may come. As if he's shut down to cope and succeed in their mission before any thoughts can plague him.
His mind still goes back and forth, even after days have passed since their escape.
It's morning. Early. While nearly a week has gone since their decision to sever ties with YoRHa, 9S is surprised they've yet to run into any pursuers. He's forever thankful for Pod 153, who seems to be on top of any warnings as days go by. It's... Strange. Since their cutting off from the Bunker, it's like his Pod has developed a personality of its own. Almost... Caring and concerned. It often does routine scans without request on his behalf, and they're more than just status reports. His Pod checks his mental and physical integrity at least every hour. It would be annoying to him if he hadn't felt that the care put upon him was genuine.
Still, he kindly requests that it tone down on the checks. 9S is on his own for now, just a few clicks outside of Pascal's village where they've taken temporary refuge. Old, tattered leather gloves squeak as his fingers tighten around an old, long-deactivated machine to pry its panel open. He digs for supplies. Parts. Building a collection in case it's necessary. ]
I get why you're prioritizing that, but it's not necessary, Pod. I'm fine.
Acknowledged. Rebuttal: Unit: 9S appears to have had a significant decline in morale in recent days. This Pod prioritizes the integrity and well-being of its assigned Unit. Frequent checks and proposals may increase likelihood of longer activation time, and would alleviate any need for questioning.
[ 9S rises to his feet, staring to his Pod as he places his found parts into his bag. Along the way, they'd obtained suitable clothing for their travel. He dons an outfit vastly different from his uniform, yet just as efficient. Form-fitting, dark jeans tucked into black boots keep him warm during the cold nights and protected in their travels. His top is modest, an old, loose-fitting brown tee that's coupled with a long sleeve shirt beneath. A large, spotted scarf is wrapped loosely around his neck, the ends curtailing behind him. The smallest touch of a thin leather strap is wrapped around his neck in the form of a decorative choker. Seems he'd been adjusted to the one he had before. Fashion isn't necessary, but he couldn't help it.
He purses his lips when his Pod essentially admits to worrying about him. He sighs, reaching up to pat his Pod affectionately along its side panel. ]
I'm not going to argue with hard data. But I promise I'm fine. I'm dealing with it.
[ Honestly, he could stand to be a bit more open with 2B. As the days have passed, he's... Surprisingly been too uncomfortable to bring up what he had found. He's seemed keen on just living with her, in being close because he realizes he still feels happy around her. That he has this never-ending need for her validation and attention. That means he isn't scared of her, right? That he doesn't despise her because she didn't want to suffer through the cycle anymore...
Right? ]
C'mon. Let's head back.
[ Staying out alone isn't the best idea anyway, even if he's still close enough to 2B that he's safe. 9S turns his heel towards the bridge entering the Machine Village without much time passing at all. His boots click along the metal paneling to the walkway, gaze glazed over even as his machine neighbors greet him. He hates staying here, hates being surrounded by machines he's so sure could turn on them any minute, but he's respectful. Because Pascal has provided supplies and shelter, even in knowing YoRHa could find them and target everyone. Surprisingly, that hasn't happened. But they should leave soon.
He says nothing to no one, climbing up into the small little room set aside for them. 9S pulls his bag from over his shoulder, lowering it next to 2B. ]
Some extra parts in case we're in need of replacements. Not exactly keen on the idea, but we'll have to do maintenance in more creative ways if the need arises. No access to the Resistance and all.
[ He should talk to her. About all of this... ]
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While 9S is out hunting for parts, 2B is in their room. Their chipsets have been optimized, their weapons maintained, and their inventory restocked. 2B finds herself with a rare moment to herself, sitting upon the edge of her bed as she stares into the relative darkness of their shared room, mulling over their options.
She knows that a discussion is due to take place between herself and 9S, but she hardly knows how to initiate it. Her own Pod has commented on her internal stress levels, but thus far she's dismissed these concerns outright, focusing instead on gathering supplies and keeping 9S safe. While androids technically don't need to sleep, she hasn't rested since their arrival, keeping vigil over 9S while he powers down for the night.
Maybe it's because of their severed connection to the Bunker, but 2B finds herself to be tired. Her system files have become fragmented over the course of the last few days, resulting in inefficient processing and dullness of her sensation receptors. Leaning her temple against the wall, 2B allows her eyes to slide shut. ]
Pod. [ She calls softly, her voice hoarse. ] Initiate defragmentation procedures.
Understood. Initiating maintenance processes.
[ 2B doesn't argue when her Pod begins to perform maintenance to the other functions it can access; 9S is, ultimately, the only one who can strip her down to brass tacks and perform full maintenance to her now that their connection to the Bunker is severed. 2B allows herself to breathe deeply, her eyes shut as her Pod compacts her files, reorganizing their fragments into contiguous spaces.
The process is relatively quick, but 2B doesn't move when it ends. She allows herself to sag against the wall even as she hears 9S footsteps up to their room, his voice reaching her ears as she rests. She opens her eyes slowly to look up at him, her face weary and drawn. ]
... Good call. I'll get more once these outlive their usefulness. [ She says, straightening. ] We should probably move on soon. I don't want to repay Pascal's kindness by getting his village wiped off the map.
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