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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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I wouldn't doubt if they did. But there are steps I can take to avoid issues. I'll look into it when we set up camp somewhere.
[ Despite his nerves, 9S' tone is firm. Passive. It's as if the anger and fear of being attacked out of the blue has shut down his morale and optimism. He's thankful his Pod doesn't comment on that.
9S kneels before an android. He stares at the body a moment, realizing the implications of this. But it's necessary.
But they hurt them.
They hurt 2B.
They lied. They follow a pointless cause.
They hurt 2B.
They hurt him.
9S' gaze narrows at the body. 2B's comment hits his attention but he doesn't elaborate on it. Or even argue it's morbidity. No, he sighs simply. And without a word, reaches in to yank open its panel, digging in and immediately ripping away at chords and parts. ]
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[ 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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2B leaves him to his work, leaves him in a silence that is both calming and damning all the same. 9S initially finds no pleasure in prying his own kind open for the sake of harvesting parts. The concept seems so vulgar and wrong at first glance, but in recalling their lies and what this all has done to himself and his beloved 2B? It angers him.
As 9S yanks the mechanical heart of their pursuer, the crack and wet splatter of vitals seems so... Satisfying. As if karma has delivered itself upon them and 9S is merely the messenger. As if this god the humans so eagerly looked to has tasked him with this mission of survival and bringing retribution. As he passes through each android, it's almost like he passionately gets into it and digs deeper each time. Before long, 9S is covered in vitals, red fluid soaking his arms and splattering a picture on his face. With a heavy sigh, he packs everything away, finally standing. There's a silence that takes him while he stares along the line of dead androids. 9S licks his lips as he stares at his hands, just before unceremoniously wiping them along his pants. ]
We're done here.
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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. ]
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They would have died anyway.
He doesn't say a word the entire trek to camp. And he doesn't say a word when they set it up. The blood that coats his arms and clothing smells foul, like thick oil. It sticks to his shirt and makes his mock flesh feel slimy and disgusting. And so he pulls his shirt off over his head and tosses it to the ground. He sighs and rolls his head back, as if to relieve tension that isn't there. Androids seize, but they don't cramp. ]
They'll see what we did. The Commander won't want to send anyone else down until they're stronger and incapable of being hacked. Or torn apart.
Doesn't matter. I'm the most adaptable S-model. Nothing will work unless they build something better.
[ He did, after all, build that back door. They know what they're dealing with. ]