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U n i t : 9 S ([personal profile] itshilarious) wrote in [community profile] 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--"
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[personal profile] podskill 2017-04-26 07:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ The tunnel really has become a boneyard for the agents YoRHa has sent to capture the both of them, the crackle of electricity and the sound of running water the only noises she can hear aside from their slow, steady breathing. She watches 9S calmly, ruminating over his current mental state; she knows he hasn't been doing well. Neither of them have. But she isn't sure if the fact that he isn't fazed by her hacking off the body parts of a fellow android with little fanfare is a good thing. The last thing she wants is to twist him into something broken and dark. Like her.

2B fears that it's already too late to stop this, though, and her fears are confirmed by the way he simply gets down to work.

When he flinches, 2B starts, grasping him by the shoulder. She makes a small noise of alarm, though she knows this is necessary; her brow furrows as she grips him, her mouth set into a hard line. Part of her blames herself for this; accessing the Flooded City through the sewage tunnel had been her idea, and it had provided an adequate chokepoint for YoRHa to attack them. She curses quietly, knowing that thinking like that can be dangerous, but she can't help it.

Keeping her grasp on his shoulder, she looks to his face. ]
You alright?

[ Her voice is riddled with concern, uncertainty clouding her features. ]
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[personal profile] podskill 2017-04-27 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ 2B watches him in silence, standing by if he needs any form of assistance. This is way out of her wheelhouse and it shows; all androids have the capability to salvage old parts from their fallen comrades' bodies, of course, but 2B has never found herself in a situation where she's ever had to do so. Now that she's assured that 9S is alright, she almost finds the process fascinating... if not a little disturbing.

2B is confident that 9S can handle himself. He's always been able to. Though she's spent majority of her activation period as his ward and executioner both, she knows he doesn't really need her protection all that much. Even as doubts about a logic virus making its way into his systems in a carefully laid trap by YoRHa begin to cloud her mind, 2B knows that her partner isn't so reckless as to let such a thing happen to him.

At his confirmation, she releases his grip, standing up as he does. She's just about to suggest that they get a move on again when he beats her to the punch with his own proposal, prompting her to quirk a brow. ]


We should take what we can get, yes, but we should probably make sure that Command didn't leave any surprises for us in their corpses. If they were engineered specifically to bring us back, there's no telling what's inside them.

[ Still, she makes to line all of the bodies up in as orderly a fashion as she can manage, their corpses laying side by side before the both of them. She can tell just from looking at them that they're made of different stuff than she is; their appearances are more streamlined, their dermal layers more resilient. Their body armor is hardy, also, and 2B feels a surge of flattery; all of this trouble, just for the chance to bring her and 9S back. It's clear that they're not considered run-of-the-mill defectors back on the Bunker. ]

My internals are fine. [ She responds, though she guesses she can't be too sure. 2B unsheathes her blade when her task is done, swinging it a few times in front of her in order to assure that her motor processors are functioning optimally. ]

... Regardless, this is practical of you. If not a little morbid.
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[personal profile] podskill 2017-04-28 07:04 am (UTC)(link)
I'll leave that to you then.

[ 2B puzzles over him as he gets to work, her gaze fixed upon his face rather than on his hands. She wonders what he's thinking, what he's feeling; the hard edge to his voice clues her in slightly, but it also makes her feel like she's looking at a different person from the 9S she knows. He's hard. Almost ruthless. She'd known that these parts of him existed, of course, but some strange, inexplicable urge in her makes her want to try and soften him in any way she can.

She wonders how long it's been since she's seen him smile, true and genuine.

As he yanks open the android's panel, 2B sets to work on the body next to the corpse he's working on, systemically removing its panel, also. She doesn't root around inside, knowing that 9S is far better suited to the task than she is. Instead, she moves onto the next, opening its front hatch. And then the next. And the next. All until the insides of the bodies are exposed, ripe for harvesting.

2B's hands are coated in lubricant and other vitals, her movements having become erratic as time wore on. Thinking about the shift in 9S' voice has her shaking, though she hardly understands why. The morbidity of their task doesn't faze her in the least, but she darkness she senses in him shakes her to the very core. ]
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[personal profile] podskill 2017-05-01 08:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[ 2B notes the way 9S moves, methodical as ever. His actions are precise, though there's an edge of ruthlessness to them. Though she knows it's likely due to her wiring, seeing the carnage he visits upon the bodies of the androids thrills her as much as it dismays her, and she wonders why it even does the latter. These were newer models, formulated just for their kill or capture. 2B should, by all means, be unaffected by his ripping them apart.

But she isn't. She wants to reach out and grip his shoulder, to stop him; this doesn't feel like the 9S she knows, and while her treacherous, android mind relishes in the display of violence, some stranger, louder part of her wants to stop him. To continue to keep him safe and soft.

2B stays her hand in favor of allowing him to work, knowing it won't do her much good. This is the path that she'd forced the both of them on. She watches as he packs the harvested components into his bag and simply inclines her head, saying nothing as she leads the both of them out of the tunnel.

She stays a few paces ahead of him, leading them towards a dilapidated building flush against the coast. While part of the wall facing the ocean has collapsed, a small area about a story above the water provides an adequate space to set up camp. The sky is dark, the sun shooting streaks of pale yellow through the greying clouds and providing adequate light as she walks into the space, ensuring that they are alone before she turns to face him. ]


It isn't much, but it'll do for a while. YoRHa will be coming around eventually, but I imagine it'll take them some time to recoup.

[ With little fanfare, 2B begins to move piles of rubble about in order to carve a space out for the both of them to comfortably settle. ]