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[X] The Genuine Article
Blank Storage [Nier:Automata x Fate/Extra]
- Thread starter SoothingCoffee
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SoothingCoffee
Umumumu
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- The Library
Calling in the Vote.
Genuine Article should be the winner.
Genuine Article should be the winner.
Interlude: The Genuine Article
SoothingCoffee
Umumumu
- Location
- The Library
Grey eyes stare upwards, through the holes on the concrete ceilings. Dark cloudy sky greets him; looms over him like the rolling wave of a tsunami, eager to eat him up. Not the greatest whether, but that is to be expected from this place. Idly, the man tilts his chair backwards, tilting it until it stands on two back-legs. It wobbles; teeters precariously, before the man shifts slightly - then it stills, reaching the perfect equilibrium of weight distribution.
He closes his eyes, and then opens it again.
"Hey, Shirou," the boy grins crookedly, hands leaning over the desk. "Let's go to the Archery Club after school, eh?"
Amber eyes blink. "Uh," he chuckles sheepishly, ducking his head. "Sorry, I have something else to do, today. Besides," he raises his hand; a roll of bandage wrapped around the wrist. "I haven't recovered, you know?"
The boy narrows his eyes, before sighing deeply; his head shaking in exasperation. "Shirou," he sneers. "Maybe you think you're hotshit or something, but you're really not. Drop the shitty act; I'm not as blind as Ryuudou. You're coming with me after school."
"I -" the boy narrows his eyes. Emiya sighs, frowning. "Fine, if that makes you happy."
The boy's lips twist into something ugly. "What the hell happened to you, Emiya?"
Grey eyes blink, mind returning to the present. His head turns around the classroom - or what's left of one; shattered window-glasses, and rusted metal; crumbling concrete, and stray wires poking out of the wall. Destroyed chairs, desks, and doors; all turned into rotten sticks, and more dust. Layers of dust, pieces of ceramic tiles, and whatever time and climate have left the place with. After all this long, it's a miracle that this building is even still standing.
The man snorts.
After everything, it's a miracle there's still a city.
"Sure brings back memories, huh..." he trails off. For a moment, he stares off to the front of the classroom - before he scowls in irritation. "Haah," he blows out harshly, shaking his head. "This is really pathetic," with a heave, the man kicks off to his feet, the tilting chair crashing into the ground. "Just what am I trying to do here?" he mutters, lips curling in disgust.
The streets of Fuyuki aren't much better. Wasn't much better then either. In fact, he mused, nothing has really changed. Empty, abandoned, and dead. Only difference now is the addition of nature added into the mix. Husk of car-frames lying haphazardly on the cracked asphalts; rusted, and looted to the gill. Moss, and vines, and all manners of fungi turning the abandoned buildings into their home. Halfway done constructions left alone; houses, and used-to-be shops missing parts of itself. Silent whispers of the wind passing him by, pulling trails of the man's steel-gray hair; carrying with them the stale air of doom, and gloom.
Belatedly, the man finds himself standing in the middle of a large park. Dead grasses, and deader trees. Somehow here despite everything that has happened. He snorts. "Speaking of doom, and gloom..." a familiar unfamiliar sensation lingers at the edge of his mind. Weakened by time, but it's nonetheless still there. Thousands have died here, and even after millennias, they still remain. His eyes scan through the landscape. After a moment, they stop to a small spot on the other side of the park.
He cocks an eyebrow at the boy sitting by his side. Red hair fluttering seamlessly with the glow of the setting sun. After a moment, he lets out an annoyed sigh, and follows the boy's line of sight. There's still a few kids here playing around; whooping on the swing-sets, and jumping on the see-saws. Off to the side, he saw a brown-haired man wearing a priest cassock watching the probably-orphans with a dead smile. "Shirou," the boy averts his eyes to glare at his friend. "You're going to tell me what's wrong, or... else."
Amber eyes turn to him. They blink. "... Or else what?"
He grins crookedly. "Don't tempt me, Shirou. I can make your life become either heaven or hell with ease, and that's hell you're currently heading to."
Shirou regards him dryly. "Aren't you supposed to be my friend?"
"That's right," the boy nods. "And that's why I'm giving you the choice to decide."
"There's something twisted about that logic, you know? I'm not an object that you own."
A raised eyebrow is his answer. "Well?"
Shirou sighs, leaning back on the park bench. "... I've been thinking about the future," he admits. Finally.
He scoffs. "The future?"
"Yeah," the redhead chuckles. "It's been on my mind since..." he shakes his head. "Anyway, it's just that... I don't know what to do. It'd be a few months before we graduate, and everything feels... pointless. Aimless. It's -" he smiles bitterly, lifting up his bandaged hand. "It's why I rarely go to the Archery Club, anymore."
The boy stares for a long moment. Then he sighs, shaking his head. "I always knew that you're an idiot, Shirou, but I never thought it would go this far," he shrugs his shoulders, smiling in a 'what can you do' expression.
Shirou furrows his eyebrows. "... Hey."
"Shirou," the boy turns to him, expression glowering. "Do you think that I would leave a useful freak like you alone in this shitty place?"
"What?"
"You heard me the first time, you idiot muscle-head. If you haven't decided what to do after we graduate, you're going to come with me."
"... Don't I have a decision in this matter?"
He snorts. "Please, Shirou. You don't leave a stupid person with a choice - at least, not the meaningful ones - because that's how bad decisions are made."
Shirou Emiya sighs deeply.
The man opens his eyes, found himself returning to the dead park. Found himself staring at the back of his tanned palm. He clenches it into a fist, and drops it down to his side. "In the end though..." he grimaces as he turns around; away from where the Red Dragon had fallen from the sky. "How pointless."
If there is something he could appreciate about the city right now is the quiet. Or at least, it's something he appreciates right now. Animals had immediately evacuated from the city right after the Red Dragon fell, and they have not returned. Even the Androids, and the Machine Lifeforms seem to ignore Fuyuki's existence. Both a curse, and a blessing, the man supposes. In this quiet, ghost of a city, one could easily become insane -
The man stops suddenly, head perking slightly as he stares up ahead. Fuyuki General Hospital. Or at least, it used to be one. Now the three-stories building has been completely decimated down into a mound of rubble, and sticking rebar. Only reason he could identify it as a hospital in the first place is due to his memory, and the surviving cross-sign barely visible from where he stands. Standing three kilometers, behind what used to be a random company building, it's not the hospital itself that catches the man's eyes. No.
It's the lone Machine Lifeform standing right in front of the remains of Fuyuki General. Or at least, a special variation of one. Rather than following the clunky looking, if sturdy design that most Machines seems to have, this one takes the appearance of a mannequin. A badly made one. From a distance, it could be easily misunderstood as an android, but the man's eyes are better than most. He could see the odd contours, and balls on its joints; the 'metal' that seems to connect the limbs together; the dark black lines that seem to travel across its white-gunmetal body. The too-large, and too-round head that has a pair of blue eyes.
Rather than a mannequin, the man muses, it looks more like a dummy.
Almost without a thought, a large black bow forms in his hands. The man blinks, before snorting derisively. "Sentimental fool." An arrow follows as he pulls the string back, stepping into the open street. He takes aim -
And then the Machine looks up to his direction. It stills for a moment, before a pair of red-orange-rust gauntlets form on its hands. It takes a boxing stance, lightly hopping on its feet; head ducked slightly. He could almost feel the 'narrowing' of the Machine's eyes.
"Huh," the man blinks, lowering his bow slightly. His lips twitch when the Machine tilts its head. "How interesting," he smirks, dismissing the bow, and arrow back. The Machine's head tilts the other way.
The man takes a step. And then another. It's almost half-an-hour of walking sedately before the speck of a Machine that was three kilometers turn into something much more cognizant. Belatedly, the man notes, placed behind the Machine, and covered almost entirely by the hospital ruins is a hatch that he guesses would lead underground. It's guarding it, the man realizes.
"So, what are you supposed to be?" he asks casually, smirking. One hand resting on his hip.
Somewhere between those minutes of walking distance, the Machine has decided to drop his stance. Though the same can't be said with his gauntlets, resting idly on its 'thighs'. It peers at him; blue eyes blinking intermittently -
Wait. The man feels his eyebrows rise. "You can't speak?"
More blinking.
"You never saw the point?"
It nods.
The man snorts, letting out a bark of laughter. "So you're a glorified shut-in, then? Well, you haven't answered my question."
It releases a humming noise - almost whirring. And then it blinks. Letter after letter of Morse Code turning into sentences.
"Hm. So you don't know?" he narrows his eyes in suspicion. "Then what are you doing here?"
It stares at him.
The man snorts. "None of my business, huh? Well, I'm afraid it is."
It tenses, a question in its eyes.
"Why? Because I'm the Second Owner of this City," the man snorts a little at that. Well, he isn't - not officially, but since there's no official, and Tohsaka is probably already dead, he may as well make it official. "Meaning I own this city."
Several blinks. Doubt. Dubious. A shake of his head.
"... You have not seen me because I was on a vacation."
More doubt. Then a question. Challenging in tone. Aggressive in gesture.
For a brief moment, the man wonders if he could win the fight. If it was thirty minutes ago, when he got the distance, maybe he could have. But now? Close combat has never been his forte - that was... someone else, and while he's not sure about the Machine's capability, he's still sure it could fight better than him. Something in his mind tells him so. Well, the man muses, there's another way, but that would only work if he got a long enough opening to utilize, which would depend on the Machine again...
The man sighs in irritation. "Well, whatever. I'll leave you alone. Do you have a name, or not?"
It tilts its head, before shaking its head in negatives.
"Hoh?" the man perks a little at that. "How about Shirou? Nah," he shakes his head. "Forget about it. That name belongs only to a one of a kind breed of idiots. Pick up your own name, you hear?" he sneers.
More blinks.
"My name, huh?" the man replies. He looks at himself; the shitty imitation of a certain idiot, before snorting. "Shinji Matou."
He closes his eyes, and then opens it again.
"Hey, Shirou," the boy grins crookedly, hands leaning over the desk. "Let's go to the Archery Club after school, eh?"
Amber eyes blink. "Uh," he chuckles sheepishly, ducking his head. "Sorry, I have something else to do, today. Besides," he raises his hand; a roll of bandage wrapped around the wrist. "I haven't recovered, you know?"
The boy narrows his eyes, before sighing deeply; his head shaking in exasperation. "Shirou," he sneers. "Maybe you think you're hotshit or something, but you're really not. Drop the shitty act; I'm not as blind as Ryuudou. You're coming with me after school."
"I -" the boy narrows his eyes. Emiya sighs, frowning. "Fine, if that makes you happy."
The boy's lips twist into something ugly. "What the hell happened to you, Emiya?"
Grey eyes blink, mind returning to the present. His head turns around the classroom - or what's left of one; shattered window-glasses, and rusted metal; crumbling concrete, and stray wires poking out of the wall. Destroyed chairs, desks, and doors; all turned into rotten sticks, and more dust. Layers of dust, pieces of ceramic tiles, and whatever time and climate have left the place with. After all this long, it's a miracle that this building is even still standing.
The man snorts.
After everything, it's a miracle there's still a city.
"Sure brings back memories, huh..." he trails off. For a moment, he stares off to the front of the classroom - before he scowls in irritation. "Haah," he blows out harshly, shaking his head. "This is really pathetic," with a heave, the man kicks off to his feet, the tilting chair crashing into the ground. "Just what am I trying to do here?" he mutters, lips curling in disgust.
The streets of Fuyuki aren't much better. Wasn't much better then either. In fact, he mused, nothing has really changed. Empty, abandoned, and dead. Only difference now is the addition of nature added into the mix. Husk of car-frames lying haphazardly on the cracked asphalts; rusted, and looted to the gill. Moss, and vines, and all manners of fungi turning the abandoned buildings into their home. Halfway done constructions left alone; houses, and used-to-be shops missing parts of itself. Silent whispers of the wind passing him by, pulling trails of the man's steel-gray hair; carrying with them the stale air of doom, and gloom.
Belatedly, the man finds himself standing in the middle of a large park. Dead grasses, and deader trees. Somehow here despite everything that has happened. He snorts. "Speaking of doom, and gloom..." a familiar unfamiliar sensation lingers at the edge of his mind. Weakened by time, but it's nonetheless still there. Thousands have died here, and even after millennias, they still remain. His eyes scan through the landscape. After a moment, they stop to a small spot on the other side of the park.
He cocks an eyebrow at the boy sitting by his side. Red hair fluttering seamlessly with the glow of the setting sun. After a moment, he lets out an annoyed sigh, and follows the boy's line of sight. There's still a few kids here playing around; whooping on the swing-sets, and jumping on the see-saws. Off to the side, he saw a brown-haired man wearing a priest cassock watching the probably-orphans with a dead smile. "Shirou," the boy averts his eyes to glare at his friend. "You're going to tell me what's wrong, or... else."
Amber eyes turn to him. They blink. "... Or else what?"
He grins crookedly. "Don't tempt me, Shirou. I can make your life become either heaven or hell with ease, and that's hell you're currently heading to."
Shirou regards him dryly. "Aren't you supposed to be my friend?"
"That's right," the boy nods. "And that's why I'm giving you the choice to decide."
"There's something twisted about that logic, you know? I'm not an object that you own."
A raised eyebrow is his answer. "Well?"
Shirou sighs, leaning back on the park bench. "... I've been thinking about the future," he admits. Finally.
He scoffs. "The future?"
"Yeah," the redhead chuckles. "It's been on my mind since..." he shakes his head. "Anyway, it's just that... I don't know what to do. It'd be a few months before we graduate, and everything feels... pointless. Aimless. It's -" he smiles bitterly, lifting up his bandaged hand. "It's why I rarely go to the Archery Club, anymore."
The boy stares for a long moment. Then he sighs, shaking his head. "I always knew that you're an idiot, Shirou, but I never thought it would go this far," he shrugs his shoulders, smiling in a 'what can you do' expression.
Shirou furrows his eyebrows. "... Hey."
"Shirou," the boy turns to him, expression glowering. "Do you think that I would leave a useful freak like you alone in this shitty place?"
"What?"
"You heard me the first time, you idiot muscle-head. If you haven't decided what to do after we graduate, you're going to come with me."
"... Don't I have a decision in this matter?"
He snorts. "Please, Shirou. You don't leave a stupid person with a choice - at least, not the meaningful ones - because that's how bad decisions are made."
Shirou Emiya sighs deeply.
The man opens his eyes, found himself returning to the dead park. Found himself staring at the back of his tanned palm. He clenches it into a fist, and drops it down to his side. "In the end though..." he grimaces as he turns around; away from where the Red Dragon had fallen from the sky. "How pointless."
If there is something he could appreciate about the city right now is the quiet. Or at least, it's something he appreciates right now. Animals had immediately evacuated from the city right after the Red Dragon fell, and they have not returned. Even the Androids, and the Machine Lifeforms seem to ignore Fuyuki's existence. Both a curse, and a blessing, the man supposes. In this quiet, ghost of a city, one could easily become insane -
The man stops suddenly, head perking slightly as he stares up ahead. Fuyuki General Hospital. Or at least, it used to be one. Now the three-stories building has been completely decimated down into a mound of rubble, and sticking rebar. Only reason he could identify it as a hospital in the first place is due to his memory, and the surviving cross-sign barely visible from where he stands. Standing three kilometers, behind what used to be a random company building, it's not the hospital itself that catches the man's eyes. No.
It's the lone Machine Lifeform standing right in front of the remains of Fuyuki General. Or at least, a special variation of one. Rather than following the clunky looking, if sturdy design that most Machines seems to have, this one takes the appearance of a mannequin. A badly made one. From a distance, it could be easily misunderstood as an android, but the man's eyes are better than most. He could see the odd contours, and balls on its joints; the 'metal' that seems to connect the limbs together; the dark black lines that seem to travel across its white-gunmetal body. The too-large, and too-round head that has a pair of blue eyes.
Rather than a mannequin, the man muses, it looks more like a dummy.
Almost without a thought, a large black bow forms in his hands. The man blinks, before snorting derisively. "Sentimental fool." An arrow follows as he pulls the string back, stepping into the open street. He takes aim -
And then the Machine looks up to his direction. It stills for a moment, before a pair of red-orange-rust gauntlets form on its hands. It takes a boxing stance, lightly hopping on its feet; head ducked slightly. He could almost feel the 'narrowing' of the Machine's eyes.
"Huh," the man blinks, lowering his bow slightly. His lips twitch when the Machine tilts its head. "How interesting," he smirks, dismissing the bow, and arrow back. The Machine's head tilts the other way.
The man takes a step. And then another. It's almost half-an-hour of walking sedately before the speck of a Machine that was three kilometers turn into something much more cognizant. Belatedly, the man notes, placed behind the Machine, and covered almost entirely by the hospital ruins is a hatch that he guesses would lead underground. It's guarding it, the man realizes.
"So, what are you supposed to be?" he asks casually, smirking. One hand resting on his hip.
Somewhere between those minutes of walking distance, the Machine has decided to drop his stance. Though the same can't be said with his gauntlets, resting idly on its 'thighs'. It peers at him; blue eyes blinking intermittently -
Wait. The man feels his eyebrows rise. "You can't speak?"
More blinking.
"You never saw the point?"
It nods.
The man snorts, letting out a bark of laughter. "So you're a glorified shut-in, then? Well, you haven't answered my question."
It releases a humming noise - almost whirring. And then it blinks. Letter after letter of Morse Code turning into sentences.
"Hm. So you don't know?" he narrows his eyes in suspicion. "Then what are you doing here?"
It stares at him.
The man snorts. "None of my business, huh? Well, I'm afraid it is."
It tenses, a question in its eyes.
"Why? Because I'm the Second Owner of this City," the man snorts a little at that. Well, he isn't - not officially, but since there's no official, and Tohsaka is probably already dead, he may as well make it official. "Meaning I own this city."
Several blinks. Doubt. Dubious. A shake of his head.
"... You have not seen me because I was on a vacation."
More doubt. Then a question. Challenging in tone. Aggressive in gesture.
For a brief moment, the man wonders if he could win the fight. If it was thirty minutes ago, when he got the distance, maybe he could have. But now? Close combat has never been his forte - that was... someone else, and while he's not sure about the Machine's capability, he's still sure it could fight better than him. Something in his mind tells him so. Well, the man muses, there's another way, but that would only work if he got a long enough opening to utilize, which would depend on the Machine again...
The man sighs in irritation. "Well, whatever. I'll leave you alone. Do you have a name, or not?"
It tilts its head, before shaking its head in negatives.
"Hoh?" the man perks a little at that. "How about Shirou? Nah," he shakes his head. "Forget about it. That name belongs only to a one of a kind breed of idiots. Pick up your own name, you hear?" he sneers.
More blinks.
"My name, huh?" the man replies. He looks at himself; the shitty imitation of a certain idiot, before snorting. "Shinji Matou."
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SoothingCoffee
Umumumu
- Location
- The Library
I'm glad you feel that way!
Despite how difficult it was to write this interlude, it was the scene I was the most eager to show.
Spectral Waltz
Scatterbrained Writer
- Location
- Walking the Endless Corridors
I don't think that Shinji and the guardian are the same person here...
C4d
Has approximate knowledge of many things.
- Location
- Germany
They might not but this part here
combined with how he summons the bow and arrow and talks about having grey eyes and hair makes it pretty clear that Shinji is currently making a pretty good EMIYA/Mumei impression.
Why and how are questions i cant even guess the answer to atm but its probably along the lines of "magic".
Spectral Waltz
Scatterbrained Writer
- Location
- Walking the Endless Corridors
Except that little interlude takes place in Fuyuki.
I don't think the rest of us are in Fuyuki...
Granted, there may be a time differential, but still.
Update XIII
SoothingCoffee
Umumumu
- Location
- The Library
You wake up in a large gray room, under an unfamiliar ceiling. For a long moment, you stare at it, trying to remember why you are here - something warm tickles the side of your neck, wafting up to your cheek, and you inhale the scent of rose, and copper sharply. You blink, memory returning as you twist your neck to the side.
Wide green eyes immediately absorb your attention, watching you with a sort of intensity that drowns you. It's not a bad sensation, really. Comforting, even. For an idle moment, you wonder why she's frowning - oh. "... 3H?" 5B whispers, tone tentative.
You smile softly, leaning it to peck the tip of her nose - feel the supple skin rub against your lips. "Good Morning, 5B. How was your sleep?"
"I-I slept well, 3H," she smiles brightly, face flushed red. You could almost feel the tension leaving her muscles; taste the relief radiating off her. "H-how about you? I hope you did as well," she says, and with how animated she is, you reckon she would have gesticulated with her hands if not for the fact that they're practically around your waist. Instead, she simply pulls you closer. This close - well, closer - to her face, the tip of her nose nearly touching yours, it's now your turn to blush. "We will be doing a lot today, I believe!"
"O-oh?" you raise an eyebrow.
5B hums with a nod. "The Camp Leader did say that there are other androids that need some help, right? There's also that Forest Machine's request..." she trails off, eyes lowering, before smiling. "Hopefully, nothing like yesterday will happen."
You stiffen for a moment, before you quickly collect your composure. "Yeah," you sag, reciprocating her embrace, burying your nose into her hair, and she yours. "I'll make sure today will be easy for the two of us, I promise."
5B hums quietly in agreement.
You don't know how long the two of you stay like that. You don't think you particularly care. It could be an eternity, and you would be happier for it. Love, this sensation that you are undoubtedly feeling, is such an intoxicating, and addicting thing. It makes you feel safe. Content. Satisfied... Full. In that moment, you are both content, and fearful. If you were to die, if you were to forget right now, you don't think there would be any regret. But... at the same time, you don't want either to happen to you. You want to stay like this forever - you want to live, and you want to remember. It's a little funny, in retrospect, how resigned - and accepting - you were in your waking hours in the Bunker. You despise that android; that mindless thing who could never understand love.
"3H, are you okay?" 5B's voice pulls you back from your mind, green eyes regarding you with concern. "You're trembling."
"H-huh?" you blink in surprise. Belatedly, you note that you are trembling. What is this burning, unpleasant feeling? You shake your head, forcing it to stop. "I-I'm fine," you say. 5B stares. You pout. "Really, I'm fine. It was nothing. See? I'm not trembling anymore."
5B's lips thin, and you cringe. "3H," she sighs. "If there is something wrong, please tell me. I don't - I am aware that that I'm not," her face scrunches. "That I'm not you, but that does not mean you should carry your own weight, 3H. I do not want to see you hurt. So please..." she trails off quietly, and you could feel her fingers fiddling together behind your back.
"I..." you open your mouth, and then close it. For a moment, you don't know what to say. Or rather, you know what to say, but you find it hard to collect the conviction to say it. You swallow, take a deep breath, then: "I don't want you hurt either..." you close your eyes with a sigh, pressing your forehead against her. "So, I promise to be honest, then."
"... Thank you, 3H."
You pull back slightly, staring at her cute little nose. Your lips twitch slightly into a smile, regret trickling into your expression. Something bitter brewing inside. "Well, I think we should start our day properly."
5B sighs deeply, lips twitching into her own smile. "It is disappointing that we could not stay like this forever, but... you are right, 3H."
And thus with regret, you break away from her embrace.
In this world, there are many things that a Support Android with her Combat Android Lover need to be worried about. You are also aware of the possibility that you are one of the biggest worrywart in a type of worrywarts, and the worse part is, you don't think you could stop yourself from worrying. Ironically, as a Support-Focus Model, you are supposed to stop others from worrying too much, but to do that, it's also required for you to be the biggest worrier of them all. Maybe, you muse dryly, recalling yesterday's talk with the Guardian, it is completely justified.
It doesn't make it any less exhausting.
As you step out of the room the Resistance allows you to use, it is in the form of Anemone's unsure frown upon seeing you that your list of worries expands. Thankfully, as a Support Android, it's basically programmed into your system for you to be good at hiding your inner - probably overplayed - turmoils by folding it, and shoving it into the deepest recess of your mind.
5B frowns, tilting her head. "Is something wrong, Camp Leader?"
"Huh?" Anemone blinks, before shaking her head. "No, nothing's wrong. I just want to tell you two something, but since you looked so tired last time..." she shrugs. "But back to the point, you two should be careful with Popola, and Devola."
"What?" you furrow your brows, regarding the woman dubiously. You know that the twins aren't well regarded by the androids, and it's part of the reason why they're so... obsessive to seek 'atonement', but... "Why? Something wrong with them?"
She must've noticed it. Anemone shakes her head. "No, it's nothing like that. Popola and Devola..." her expression twists into something difficult. "The two of them are fine, but I doubt you haven't noticed that they're," she pauses, looking for the word. "Somewhat estranged from the whole camp."
"We have noticed," 5B chimes in, an oddly sharp look on her face. "So what? I don't think that matters."
You blink. "You think the other androids would do something drastic," you say.
Anemone winces, lips twisting. "No, nothing drastic. Just... I know that your mission down here is to nurture relationship between YoRHa and the Resistance down here," she smiles wryly at that. "Despite our goal, and enemies are the same, there is still a gap between us. You YoRHa Units are better at nearly everything in ways that we normal androids couldn't compare. More than that, you are young compared to us; there's a lack of..." her expression grows wistful. "Connection. We do not share the same experience."
5B's frown deepens, and you stare at Anemone for a long moment. "Would you at least tell us what it was that Popola and Devola did, exactly?"
"I..." Anemone sighs deeply. "I'm sorry, but it's really not my story to tell. You should ask the twins themselves."
"Right," you sigh.
"Look," the android says, holding up a hand. "I'm not telling you guys to do anything. Frankly," she mutters quietly. "I think it would be good for them, but you should know that we don't let up grudges so easily. Even when we've forgotten about them, the sentiment - the emotions that are carried with it still remains."
You share a look together with 5B.
5B hums. "We appreciate the advice, Camp Leader, but we believe that we can weather such difficulties through."
Anemone gives the two of you a smile, before turning away - returning to the small stack of papers on her desk.
Now what?
Choose 3:
[] Hang Out With Popola and Devola. Despite knowing the... difficulties to your mission this would cause you, you can't truly bring yourself to care. Maybe that says something about you, but you've made a promise, and... you could sense a connection with them. Birds of the same feather.
[] Follow in On Saber? Yesterday... could have gone better. Certainly, you have burned bridges with the brash warrior, but it could have gone worse and bridges could be rebuilt. Maybe you could try to apologize?
[] Finish the Forest Machine's Request. You've put it off yesterday, and while you're aware the slight... recklessness of working with the enemy, you've already accepted it. So may as well complete it, right? Beside, that Red Machine hurt your 5B. Certainly, with one less Red Machine alive, the world would become all a better place.
[] Approach Wisteria. She is one of the androids in the camp who got something for you to do. The idle-looking orange-haired android is currently chatting up with Shield, a red-headed male android. By the look of it, Wisteria is talking the ear off Shield.
[] Approach Key, and Six. Two strangest looking androids within the camp. One is a large man wearing a cassock, while the other is... probably a female android wearing a Machine Head for helmet. The two of them seem to be having the most intense of discussions.
[] Approach Hammer. The Camp's Weapon Trader is a heavy looking man with tanned skin. Yesterday, Anemone told you that he needed something. Though by the look of his face, someone has already beat you to it.
[] Approach Sache. The Camp's Item Trader appears broody. Anemone told you that one of his legs are practically busted. Maybe you could do something about it?
...
A/N: M'not very satisfied with how this came out.
Anyway, I'm wondering how you guys are enjoying this story so far? Do you guys have any gripe on it? Some likes, and dislikes? Tell me, please!
Wide green eyes immediately absorb your attention, watching you with a sort of intensity that drowns you. It's not a bad sensation, really. Comforting, even. For an idle moment, you wonder why she's frowning - oh. "... 3H?" 5B whispers, tone tentative.
You smile softly, leaning it to peck the tip of her nose - feel the supple skin rub against your lips. "Good Morning, 5B. How was your sleep?"
"I-I slept well, 3H," she smiles brightly, face flushed red. You could almost feel the tension leaving her muscles; taste the relief radiating off her. "H-how about you? I hope you did as well," she says, and with how animated she is, you reckon she would have gesticulated with her hands if not for the fact that they're practically around your waist. Instead, she simply pulls you closer. This close - well, closer - to her face, the tip of her nose nearly touching yours, it's now your turn to blush. "We will be doing a lot today, I believe!"
"O-oh?" you raise an eyebrow.
5B hums with a nod. "The Camp Leader did say that there are other androids that need some help, right? There's also that Forest Machine's request..." she trails off, eyes lowering, before smiling. "Hopefully, nothing like yesterday will happen."
You stiffen for a moment, before you quickly collect your composure. "Yeah," you sag, reciprocating her embrace, burying your nose into her hair, and she yours. "I'll make sure today will be easy for the two of us, I promise."
5B hums quietly in agreement.
You don't know how long the two of you stay like that. You don't think you particularly care. It could be an eternity, and you would be happier for it. Love, this sensation that you are undoubtedly feeling, is such an intoxicating, and addicting thing. It makes you feel safe. Content. Satisfied... Full. In that moment, you are both content, and fearful. If you were to die, if you were to forget right now, you don't think there would be any regret. But... at the same time, you don't want either to happen to you. You want to stay like this forever - you want to live, and you want to remember. It's a little funny, in retrospect, how resigned - and accepting - you were in your waking hours in the Bunker. You despise that android; that mindless thing who could never understand love.
"3H, are you okay?" 5B's voice pulls you back from your mind, green eyes regarding you with concern. "You're trembling."
"H-huh?" you blink in surprise. Belatedly, you note that you are trembling. What is this burning, unpleasant feeling? You shake your head, forcing it to stop. "I-I'm fine," you say. 5B stares. You pout. "Really, I'm fine. It was nothing. See? I'm not trembling anymore."
5B's lips thin, and you cringe. "3H," she sighs. "If there is something wrong, please tell me. I don't - I am aware that that I'm not," her face scrunches. "That I'm not you, but that does not mean you should carry your own weight, 3H. I do not want to see you hurt. So please..." she trails off quietly, and you could feel her fingers fiddling together behind your back.
"I..." you open your mouth, and then close it. For a moment, you don't know what to say. Or rather, you know what to say, but you find it hard to collect the conviction to say it. You swallow, take a deep breath, then: "I don't want you hurt either..." you close your eyes with a sigh, pressing your forehead against her. "So, I promise to be honest, then."
"... Thank you, 3H."
You pull back slightly, staring at her cute little nose. Your lips twitch slightly into a smile, regret trickling into your expression. Something bitter brewing inside. "Well, I think we should start our day properly."
5B sighs deeply, lips twitching into her own smile. "It is disappointing that we could not stay like this forever, but... you are right, 3H."
And thus with regret, you break away from her embrace.
[Blank Storage]
In this world, there are many things that a Support Android with her Combat Android Lover need to be worried about. You are also aware of the possibility that you are one of the biggest worrywart in a type of worrywarts, and the worse part is, you don't think you could stop yourself from worrying. Ironically, as a Support-Focus Model, you are supposed to stop others from worrying too much, but to do that, it's also required for you to be the biggest worrier of them all. Maybe, you muse dryly, recalling yesterday's talk with the Guardian, it is completely justified.
It doesn't make it any less exhausting.
As you step out of the room the Resistance allows you to use, it is in the form of Anemone's unsure frown upon seeing you that your list of worries expands. Thankfully, as a Support Android, it's basically programmed into your system for you to be good at hiding your inner - probably overplayed - turmoils by folding it, and shoving it into the deepest recess of your mind.
5B frowns, tilting her head. "Is something wrong, Camp Leader?"
"Huh?" Anemone blinks, before shaking her head. "No, nothing's wrong. I just want to tell you two something, but since you looked so tired last time..." she shrugs. "But back to the point, you two should be careful with Popola, and Devola."
"What?" you furrow your brows, regarding the woman dubiously. You know that the twins aren't well regarded by the androids, and it's part of the reason why they're so... obsessive to seek 'atonement', but... "Why? Something wrong with them?"
She must've noticed it. Anemone shakes her head. "No, it's nothing like that. Popola and Devola..." her expression twists into something difficult. "The two of them are fine, but I doubt you haven't noticed that they're," she pauses, looking for the word. "Somewhat estranged from the whole camp."
"We have noticed," 5B chimes in, an oddly sharp look on her face. "So what? I don't think that matters."
You blink. "You think the other androids would do something drastic," you say.
Anemone winces, lips twisting. "No, nothing drastic. Just... I know that your mission down here is to nurture relationship between YoRHa and the Resistance down here," she smiles wryly at that. "Despite our goal, and enemies are the same, there is still a gap between us. You YoRHa Units are better at nearly everything in ways that we normal androids couldn't compare. More than that, you are young compared to us; there's a lack of..." her expression grows wistful. "Connection. We do not share the same experience."
5B's frown deepens, and you stare at Anemone for a long moment. "Would you at least tell us what it was that Popola and Devola did, exactly?"
"I..." Anemone sighs deeply. "I'm sorry, but it's really not my story to tell. You should ask the twins themselves."
"Right," you sigh.
"Look," the android says, holding up a hand. "I'm not telling you guys to do anything. Frankly," she mutters quietly. "I think it would be good for them, but you should know that we don't let up grudges so easily. Even when we've forgotten about them, the sentiment - the emotions that are carried with it still remains."
You share a look together with 5B.
5B hums. "We appreciate the advice, Camp Leader, but we believe that we can weather such difficulties through."
Anemone gives the two of you a smile, before turning away - returning to the small stack of papers on her desk.
Now what?
Choose 3:
[] Hang Out With Popola and Devola. Despite knowing the... difficulties to your mission this would cause you, you can't truly bring yourself to care. Maybe that says something about you, but you've made a promise, and... you could sense a connection with them. Birds of the same feather.
[] Follow in On Saber? Yesterday... could have gone better. Certainly, you have burned bridges with the brash warrior, but it could have gone worse and bridges could be rebuilt. Maybe you could try to apologize?
[] Finish the Forest Machine's Request. You've put it off yesterday, and while you're aware the slight... recklessness of working with the enemy, you've already accepted it. So may as well complete it, right? Beside, that Red Machine hurt your 5B. Certainly, with one less Red Machine alive, the world would become all a better place.
[] Approach Wisteria. She is one of the androids in the camp who got something for you to do. The idle-looking orange-haired android is currently chatting up with Shield, a red-headed male android. By the look of it, Wisteria is talking the ear off Shield.
[] Approach Key, and Six. Two strangest looking androids within the camp. One is a large man wearing a cassock, while the other is... probably a female android wearing a Machine Head for helmet. The two of them seem to be having the most intense of discussions.
[] Approach Sache. The Camp's Item Trader appears broody. Anemone told you that one of his legs are practically busted. Maybe you could do something about it?
...
A/N: M'not very satisfied with how this came out.
Anyway, I'm wondering how you guys are enjoying this story so far? Do you guys have any gripe on it? Some likes, and dislikes? Tell me, please!
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Stasis
Unverified Lotus
- Location
- Milky Way, Earth
[X] Finish the Forest Machine's Request. You've put it off yesterday, and while you're aware the slight... recklessness of working with the enemy, you've already accepted it. So may as well complete it, right? Beside, that Red Machine hurt your 5B. Certainly, with one less Red Machine, the world would become all a better place.
[X] Approach to Wisteria. She is one of the androids in the camp who got something for you to do. The idle-looking orange-haired android is currently chatting up with Shield, a red-headed male android. By the look of it, Wisteria is talking the ear off Shield.
[X] Approach Sache. The Camp's Item Trader appears broody. Anemone told you that one of his legs are practically busted. Maybe you could do something about it?
Do sidequests!
Then do more sidequests!
[X] Approach to Wisteria. She is one of the androids in the camp who got something for you to do. The idle-looking orange-haired android is currently chatting up with Shield, a red-headed male android. By the look of it, Wisteria is talking the ear off Shield.
[X] Approach Sache. The Camp's Item Trader appears broody. Anemone told you that one of his legs are practically busted. Maybe you could do something about it?
Do sidequests!
Then do more sidequests!
- Location
- The Land of Many Bregrets
- Pronouns
- They/Them
[X] Finish the Forest Machine's Request. You've put it off yesterday, and while you're aware the slight... recklessness of working with the enemy, you've already accepted it. So may as well complete it, right? Beside, that Red Machine hurt your 5B. Certainly, with one less Red Machine, the world would become all a better place.
Because it's on the todo list
[X] Approach Key, and Six. Two strangest looking androids within the camp. One is a large man wearing a cassock, while the other is... probably a female android wearing a Machine Head for helmet. The two of them seem to be having the most intense of discussions.
*squints*
Is that a Kirei I see before me?
[X] Approach Sache. The Camp's Item Trader appears broody. Anemone told you that one of his legs are practically busted. Maybe you could do something about it?
i know that guy i hear he has a ship named theseus
Because it's on the todo list
[X] Approach Key, and Six. Two strangest looking androids within the camp. One is a large man wearing a cassock, while the other is... probably a female android wearing a Machine Head for helmet. The two of them seem to be having the most intense of discussions.
*squints*
Is that a Kirei I see before me?
[X] Approach Sache. The Camp's Item Trader appears broody. Anemone told you that one of his legs are practically busted. Maybe you could do something about it?
i know that guy i hear he has a ship named theseus
- Location
- United States of America, Michigan
[X] Finish the Forest Machine's Request.
We should finish what we started
[X] Approach to Wisteria.
I feel this is a fate expy but I can't figure out who so let's talk to them.
As for the third I have no real opinion.
We should finish what we started
[X] Approach to Wisteria.
I feel this is a fate expy but I can't figure out who so let's talk to them.
As for the third I have no real opinion.
Hyacinthium
Writing about sad cannibals as we speak.
- Location
- Bedroom
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Finish the Forest Machine's Request.You've put it off yesterday, and while you're aware the slight... recklessness of working with the enemy, you've already accepted it. So may as well complete it, right? Beside, that Red Machine hurt your 5B. Certainly, with one less Red Machine, the world would become all a better place.
[X] Approach to Wisteria. She is one of the androids in the camp who got something for you to do. The idle-looking orange-haired android is currently chatting up with Shield, a red-headed male android. By the look of it, Wisteria is talking the ear off Shield.
[X] Approach Sache. The Camp's Item Trader appears broody. Anemone told you that one of his legs are practically busted. Maybe you could do something about it?
Finishing up old quests and doing a man a solid.
I gotta say, re feedback, the Shinji interlude was jam packed with emotions. The melancholy, angst, regret- it was all such a strong underlying feeling through out. When it was confirmed it was Shinji I just got this huge gut clench bc damn son.
I really liked him in Fate/Extra verse and I'm excited to see what you do with him. The parts with Shirou were very 'awww emotionally constipated assholeish friend awww' and hhhhhh very fitting all around.
[X] Approach to Wisteria. She is one of the androids in the camp who got something for you to do. The idle-looking orange-haired android is currently chatting up with Shield, a red-headed male android. By the look of it, Wisteria is talking the ear off Shield.
[X] Approach Sache. The Camp's Item Trader appears broody. Anemone told you that one of his legs are practically busted. Maybe you could do something about it?
Finishing up old quests and doing a man a solid.
I gotta say, re feedback, the Shinji interlude was jam packed with emotions. The melancholy, angst, regret- it was all such a strong underlying feeling through out. When it was confirmed it was Shinji I just got this huge gut clench bc damn son.
I really liked him in Fate/Extra verse and I'm excited to see what you do with him. The parts with Shirou were very 'awww emotionally constipated assholeish friend awww' and hhhhhh very fitting all around.
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- Location
- In a Fantasy
[X] Finish the Forest Machine's Request. You've put it off yesterday, and while you're aware the slight... recklessness of working with the enemy, you've already accepted it. So may as well complete it, right? Beside, that Red Machine hurt your 5B. Certainly, with one less Red Machine alive, the world would become all a better place.
[X] Approach Sache. The Camp's Item Trader appears broody. Anemone told you that one of his legs are practically busted. Maybe you could do something about it?
[X] Approach to Wisteria. She is one of the androids in the camp who got something for you to do. The idle-looking orange-haired android is currently chatting up with Shield, a red-headed male android. By the look of it, Wisteria is talking the ear off Shield.
Alright let's finish that Forest Machine quest , heal that guy. After all we are Support Type and I guess we will leave Popola and Devola for later.
[X] Approach Sache. The Camp's Item Trader appears broody. Anemone told you that one of his legs are practically busted. Maybe you could do something about it?
[X] Approach to Wisteria. She is one of the androids in the camp who got something for you to do. The idle-looking orange-haired android is currently chatting up with Shield, a red-headed male android. By the look of it, Wisteria is talking the ear off Shield.
Alright let's finish that Forest Machine quest , heal that guy. After all we are Support Type and I guess we will leave Popola and Devola for later.
C4d
Has approximate knowledge of many things.
- Location
- Germany
[X] Approach to Wisteria. She is one of the androids in the camp who got something for you to do. The idle-looking orange-haired android is currently chatting up with Shield, a red-headed male android. By the look of it, Wisteria is talking the ear off Shield.
[X] Approach Sache. The Camp's Item Trader appears broody. Anemone told you that one of his legs are practically busted. Maybe you could do something about it?
[X] Finish the Forest Machine's Request. You've put it off yesterday, and while you're aware the slight... recklessness of working with the enemy, you've already accepted it. So may as well complete it, right? Beside, that Red Machine hurt your 5B. Certainly, with one less Red Machine, the world would become all a better place.
First talk to the Androids and then go for the forest machine quest, if i'm correct in my assumption it will lead us a into the machine village part and that might take a while.
[X] Approach Sache. The Camp's Item Trader appears broody. Anemone told you that one of his legs are practically busted. Maybe you could do something about it?
[X] Finish the Forest Machine's Request. You've put it off yesterday, and while you're aware the slight... recklessness of working with the enemy, you've already accepted it. So may as well complete it, right? Beside, that Red Machine hurt your 5B. Certainly, with one less Red Machine, the world would become all a better place.
First talk to the Androids and then go for the forest machine quest, if i'm correct in my assumption it will lead us a into the machine village part and that might take a while.
So far i like it, the fluff between 5B and 3H is adorable but because i know both the original works there is this constant tension for when shit is about to get real which is kind of exciting.
SoothingCoffee
Umumumu
- Location
- The Library
Vote Called.
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SoothingCoffee
Umumumu
- Location
- The Library
[] Approach Sache. The Camp's Item Trader appears broody. Anemone told you that one of his legs are practically busted. Maybe you could do something about it?
[] Approach to Wisteria. She is one of the androids in the camp who got something for you to do. The idle-looking orange-haired android is currently chatting up with Shield, a red-headed male android. By the look of it, Wisteria is talking the ear off Shield.
[] Finish the Forest Machine's Request.You've put it off yesterday, and while you're aware the slight... recklessness of working with the enemy, you've already accepted it. So may as well complete it, right? Beside, that Red Machine hurt your 5B. Certainly, with one less Red Machine, the world would become all a better place.
[] Approach to Wisteria. She is one of the androids in the camp who got something for you to do. The idle-looking orange-haired android is currently chatting up with Shield, a red-headed male android. By the look of it, Wisteria is talking the ear off Shield.
[] Finish the Forest Machine's Request.You've put it off yesterday, and while you're aware the slight... recklessness of working with the enemy, you've already accepted it. So may as well complete it, right? Beside, that Red Machine hurt your 5B. Certainly, with one less Red Machine, the world would become all a better place.
...
Nodding your head seriously, you scan through the camp ground. For all the war that is currently happening, it feels strangely peaceful right now; idyllic almost. Wind carrying the smell of rust, and stale earth. People speaking together; some wandering gazes falling on the both of you; at times thoughtful, at times suspicious, and at times, judging. You try your best to ignore them for the time being. You two are an oddity here, you are aware of that. Granted, you've seen a few YoRHa Units here and about, but they never lingered - and those that do, you could count with a single hand. It is as Anemone has told you, you suppose; you being friendly with Popola and Devola doesn't seem to help your case either.
You exhale your lungs out. It doesn't matter, you decide. They don't matter. Who you associate yourself with... There is Wisteria, seemingly bothering the younger looking Shield. Key, who was having a serious discussion with the strange... masked android. Popola and Devola off in the corner of the camp, and... Saber. Ponderously, you wonder how long this - this whole thing will last.
"Let's talk to him," you whisper to 5B. Sitting on a tarp, with crates and shelves surrounding him is an old-looking, dark-skinned android; his name is Sache, the camp's main Supply Trader. That title alone denotes him as important, and... you smile wryly. You suppose you should do your mission still; the main reason you're here is due to the kind Commander's excuse for you to "cool-down" (you remember when her eyes landed on you; the flickering of emotions on her eyes. You didn't know back then, but you think there was a flicker of guilt in that stoic facade of hers), but that doesn't mean you shouldn't abandon your given objective to raise goodwill by talking to other androids whose needs are down in the priority list.
5B smiles beatifically. "Let's, 3H," her hand softly holds yours, and you find yourself being led by your lover. Your mind blanks a little; you've never noticed that 5B's exposed back, before. Or at least, not enough to properly appreciate it. It's pale, and smooth; curving inward along the 'spine' as it trails down, before expanding - only to be covered by the dark skirt. You blink, and realize that you've stopped. "Hello, Trader!" 5B greets. "We are here to aid you in need?"
"Hah?" Sache looks up; dark narrow eyes squinting. Strapped around his forehead is a pair of glowing goggles. "Yeah, what can I help ya YoRHas with? Wanna buy anything?"
5B frowns. "No, we are here to help," she repeats, peering at the man. "Is there anything...?"
"... Oh. Oh!" the android snaps his head up. He grins. "The Leader told us that you're going to be here to help. And hell yeah, ya could help. I've been meaning to call the twins -" your lips tighten; they're not your servant "- to do it, but heck. In case you don't know, I also sell those Plug-in Chips, but the thingamajig I used to make 'em broke, an' I don't have the stuff to repair them, so -"
"Actually," you cut him off. He turns to you in confusion. "We're not here to help with that..." you trail off, staring at his left leg. You blink. It's dead, you think. Scrapped up by age, but polished, and shined lovingly by hand - but it's dead. Not even broken. You frown. Perhaps long time ago, it could be fixed, but by now, it's nothing but a detachable decoration. Such a thing should be replaced a long time ago, yet... "Anemone told us."
Sache follows your gaze. "No," he replies, thinning his lips; his tone changes - from something jovial into something cold. Heavy. "If it's this, then I don't need your help. Yeah," he nods, raising his head. "'Less ya wanna help with the other thing."
5B furrows her eyebrows. "... Why would you not? Is it not important to repair that which is broken? My lover here is capable of healing it, even."
You hum in agreement, though you're not sure what to feel about the unbearable heat when 5B mentioned you. "It would be hard," you acknowledge, eyeing the leg. "But I could."
"What did I say?" he growls, before scoffing. "... Look, most of us here don't like to admit it, but I 'ppreciate you YoRHas. Made us a little redundant, sure, but I ain't too arrogant to admit that without ya guys here, we'd be doomed already. Fuck," he grins sharply. "Even those restoratives ya guys created already saved hundreds of us, but..." he glares, eyes flinty. "There are some things ya YoRHas can't - won't understand."
"Then make us," you reply.
He snorts. "You know what?" he shakes his head. "Fine. This thing here," he rests his hand on the dead leg, his tone softening. "It's the only thing that is original out of me. Only thing that is me," he mutters, closing his eyes. "Every part of me other than this one has all been repaired, and replaced once, and... ya ever wonder about it? Would you even be you when all parts of you are all replaced?" he opens his eyes, sighing. "I ain't curious enough to find out."
You open your mouth, and then closing it. You feel a flicker of something painful inside you; a strange heat that keeps on growing.
"... That's it?" 5B beats you to it, a cock of an eyebrow, belying her contempt. Voice almost a f. "That is quite... such a thing should not matter," she dismisses. "You are you. It does not matter how you look, or what you are made of - as long as your personality; your core," she places a hand on her chest. "You are still you. So what if -" she cuts herself off, a twitch that jolts through your hand. "It doesn't matter."
Sache stares at 5B like one would to a fly. "See? Told you that ya YoRHas won't understand. This body," gloved hand taps at his leg. "It's myself. It's important, you hear?" he scowls. "We ain't like you. We ain't just gonna switch bodies, or save our mind into some machine willy-nilly like some dress-up games. We die when we're killed."
It's strange. Somewhat belatedly, you realize that you're angry. And 5B is angry on your behalf. I'm suffering from worse, and you're complaining from this! you want to shout out. And who the hell are you to decide we can't understand, you want to scream. Who the hell are you to accuse as if we're some emotionless killing machines? Who the hell do you think you are to judge my 5B? Who the hell are you to put labels on her, on my 5B, as if she's yours to label? Who are you - !
You inhale sharply, closing your eyes, and quickly reassert clarity back into the forefront of your mind. The anger is still there, but muted. Hidden. 5B casts an eye on you, and you smile; rubbing the back of her palm with your thumb. She relaxes. Stiffly, you cast an eye to the man. You take another deep breath, remembering the reason why you are here in the first place, and then open your eyes back.
"It's like talking a piece of brick," 5B shakes her head. "At this point, I think it's your head that's in need of fixing."
Sache glares, almost like a wounded kitten -- you can't help but compare.
You sigh, reminding yourself that you're the Support Android Unit, therefore you should use words.
[] Appeal with Emotion. Though saying that you're well-versed with words, and you could control your emotion very easily - you are still angry at this man who would say "you are nice" and dares to add "but" at the end. Let emotions do the job. Guilt trip the hell out of him. Make him feel pitiful enough for him to be malleable to doctor's orders.
[] Appeal with Logic. Sache hates the Machines, but then, who else here doesn't? Nevertheless, it's pointless to fight fire with fire. What you need it cold hard logic. Point out the flaws; the effects that his little philosophical stubbornness has caused the camp with.
[] Drop the Topic. It's futile, in the end. Besides, you're here to raise goodwill, right? It just means that they would have to like it - not that it would actually be good for them. Just like eating food. Androids don't really need to do it, and it has no actual nutritional value - some are outright dangerous - but you can't argue that they are delicious. The same applies in this case. So what if it's going to be deleterious for his functionality? Just ask for the other thing he wanted you to do.
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Stasis
Unverified Lotus
- Location
- Milky Way, Earth
...i kind of want to do all of them?
This is hard.
What to do, what to do...
And i've finally decided; on leaving it alone.
[X] Drop the Topic. It's futile, in the end. Besides, you're here to raise goodwill, right? It just means that they would have to like it - not that it would actually be good for them. Just like eating food. Androids don't really need to do it, and it has no actual nutritional value - some are outright dangerous - but you can't argue that they are delicious. The same applies in this case. So what if it's going to be deleterious for his functionality? Just ask for the other thing he wanted you to do.
This is hard.
What to do, what to do...
And i've finally decided; on leaving it alone.
[X] Drop the Topic. It's futile, in the end. Besides, you're here to raise goodwill, right? It just means that they would have to like it - not that it would actually be good for them. Just like eating food. Androids don't really need to do it, and it has no actual nutritional value - some are outright dangerous - but you can't argue that they are delicious. The same applies in this case. So what if it's going to be deleterious for his functionality? Just ask for the other thing he wanted you to do.
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C4d
Has approximate knowledge of many things.
- Location
- Germany
[X] Drop the Topic. It's futile, in the end. Besides, you're here to raise goodwill, right? It just means that they would have to like it - not that it would actually be good for them. Just like eating food. Androids don't really need to do it, and it has no actual nutritional value - some are outright dangerous - but you can't argue that they are delicious. The same applies in this case. So what if it's going to be deleterious for his functionality? Just ask for the other thing he wanted you to do.
I agree with dropping the topic for now, if he ever decides to get it done anyway well help him of course. Helping him with his other stuff should still be on the table however because if those chips work like in the game they are quite useful.
Also will we ever get a real pod for a bit of offensive support? 3H is pretty much 5Bs support pod but she has none of the standard offensive programs regular pods would have.
I agree with dropping the topic for now, if he ever decides to get it done anyway well help him of course. Helping him with his other stuff should still be on the table however because if those chips work like in the game they are quite useful.
Also will we ever get a real pod for a bit of offensive support? 3H is pretty much 5Bs support pod but she has none of the standard offensive programs regular pods would have.
Spectral Waltz
Scatterbrained Writer
- Location
- Walking the Endless Corridors
[x] Appeal with Emotion. Though saying that you're well-versed with words, and you could control your emotion very easily - you are still angry at this man who would say "you are nice" and dares to add "but" at the end. Let emotions do the job. Guilt trip the hell out of him. Make him feel pitiful enough for him to be malleable to doctor's orders.
Guiltttt triiiiiip..
Guiltttt triiiiiip..
SoothingCoffee
Umumumu
- Location
- The Library
I haven't really thought about it, to be honest, but perhaps if 3H could find a way to install Pod Program into herself...?
- Location
- United States of America, Michigan
You could even call them Code Casts that are only usable while 3H is wearing some type of Formal Wear that I'm sure 5B would appreciate!