august catch-all (open + closed prompts in comments)

[grice]

Who: falco grice, 2B & friends!
What: a log with closed prompts and open prompts soon to come for the duration of august !feel free to reach out on my plotting comments, liberos or owlie#3609 if you'd like to plot something specific! i will definitely do personalized tls!
When: august!
Where: corners of trench!

Content Warnings: mentions of gore, body horror, will add as they come

Comments

[robussy]

[ ........................ if her brows could twitch (they do). she honestly thought there was an answer, here! the realization that they've literally been talking about nothing for a few moments baffles and irks her. what a waste.

(even though she wasn't exactly doing anything as the blood dripped—) ]

Is this a Witch's pastime? Spending time on uncertainties?

[ she sounds mildly miffed! you set her up!! ]

[manyone]

Rather, spending time on certainties, but something like that, yes.

[ Sorry, Beatrice is just the worst. ]

[robussy]

[ if she were one to huff, grandly, she would. instead, 2B simply folds her hands back to her lap and awaits the rest of her blood to drip. it's almost done, and an exhale escapes through her nose once more. ]

You're contradictory.

[ in actuality, her whole existence seemed contradictory. ]

[manyone]

Kihihi! Well, if I were straightforward and easy to figure out, I wouldn't be a Witch would I?

[ Beatrice is in excellent spirits now, having thoroughly confounded her neighbor. ]

[robussy]

I won’t be making further assumptions.

[ she seems to have wanted to say one more thing— but realizing she doesn’t have a name on the witch, her lips awkwardly clip shut. she knows she’ll just either be wrong or bombarded with inconsistency! with the blood drip finished, she removes the tube from within her arm— all metallic from the flap of artificial skin precisely cut to allow access. ]

[manyone]

Assumptions are always a foolish thing to make. You should try and make deductions instead!

[ Beatrice is immensely pleased with having bamboozled the poor robot. She sits up a little in bed to watch as 2B begins removing the blood drip. ]

...Ah, you're made of metal?

[robussy]

[ goddamn it stop befuddling her hard drive!! she hardly has enough RAM for this!! ]

Metallic chassis, carbon fibers, filters, [ her slight pause is a gesture that there's more, a lot more. she just won't sit there and list them. ] I am an android.

[manyone]

[ Install more RAM then, nerd. ]

An android? Eh? What? Like... a robot?

[robussy]

[ 2b ends up pulling a face, ]

Robots were archaic creations.

[ she's more than that!! ]

[manyone]

Ohhh? Were they? I haven't the faintest idea! What makes a robot and an android different? Will you tell meee?

[ A pause, a thought. ]

What sort of name does an android have?

[robussy]

[ oh she definitely will so you'll never mix them up again! starting with the basics! ]

Our unit number and model make up our designation. I'm YoRHa Unit: 2, Type: Battler— 2B. [ and a little more than the basics: ] Robots are entirely reliant on mechanics and lack consciousness. An android's makeup is complex, created with advanced biotechnology and artificial intelligence.

. . . We're made in the image of humans. Consciousness, emotions— We are what most machines could never be.

[ maybe just a couple of machines are also in that quadrant, but, you know. that's very complex for her. she keeps those identities tucked away in her memory bank, but she is reminded of them. almost fondly, even. others bring disgust to the forefront of her mind, but she tries not to have her mouth look like she's just swallowed something bitter. ]

[manyone]

Fascinating, fascinating!

[ Genuinely, she thinks this is pretty darn cool, 2B! She sits up a little in bed and winces as tired muscles protest. She really should keep laying down but this is too interesting to do that. ]

So you were entirely created by human beings? How clever! I never would have guessed simply by looking at you that you weren't a human being.

[robussy]

That's the point. On behalf of the human race— Thank you.

[ because it's quite the compliment, she's feeling! ]

[manyone]

Ah, I didn't realize you could speak on behalf of all humanity! Impressive!

[ And she titters and giggles a little at her joke. ]

[robussy]

I speak for the ones from my Earth, our creators. We serve the Human Council and fight on their behalf.

[ at least— she knows she could speak for the human council back at her home! ]

[manyone]

The Human Council? And whom do you fight? Other humans?

[ That's her experience, anyway. Humans fight each other a lot over things that are ultimately meaningless. Money. Land. Pride. ]

[robussy]

[ “other humans”. it was an accident, surely, what has put her in this noisy bed, but her programming condemns it. she condemns herself. her lips are tightly sealed and strained even as she speaks with the pride she should have: ]

Machine alien life forms.

[ it’s so confusing. ]

[manyone]

Machine alien life forms? Oh it's positively something out of a manga. Delightful.

[ Beatrice laughs. ]

Were you victorious?

cw: android suicide ....???

[robussy]

. . . I don't know.

[ she hopes they did. she believes in A2, and 9S, even though the odds against the invaders were quite slim. but then again, what was the difference between them and the peaceful machines? and what was a manga? she'd have to ask another time. ]

I asked to be terminated.

cw: suicidal ideation?

[manyone]

...Why?

[ Beatrice stills a little. She understands this impulse, the desire for self-annihilation. She has been in such places herself after all. But do androids have such feelings for similar reasons? Or is it different? They were made in the image of humans, after all. ]

[robussy]

[ 2B takes the moment to wet the lips on her face that felt dry. it wasn’t something too awful, it could’ve been worse, she imagines. but had she wanted to continue living, if given the chance? he answer lies in trench. ]

I had been infected with a virus. I would’ve infected others— if I didn’t try to kill them first.

[ said matter-of-fact, but surely . . . how could one not feel a thing? she felt something. disappointment, sadness that it couldn’t have been different.

but at least she died with a fleeting smile on her face. it tempts her lips, that memory of nines, there to see her before she’d gone, perhaps at an awful time—

but she was happy to see him, then. her lips are forced to straighten, now. ]

It was for the best. Then I wake up on a shore . . . With my memory bank intact, my chassis clean . . . When I had no chassis to return to.

[ and here she was. ]

Is that what they’d call a “miracle”?

[manyone]

I suppose one might call it a miracle, yes.

[ Beatrice understands, on some level, self-sacrifice. Self-immolation for the good of others. She looks over at 2B, smiles. ]

A second chance, to understand yourself better than perhaps you did then. A chance to live.

[robussy]

[ 2B is quiet for a long while. she picks the words apart and ruminates on them. a chance to understand. a chance to live. she considered it fleetingly only a few times. "when the war is over", this and that with 9S. she wondered, further down the line, what it was like.

now she has plenty of time to consider it, but something internal blocks her path. ]

I wonder if . . . That's something I could change.

[ she was designed to end. she was designed for many things other than actually having a life. would she be well in figuring that all out? part of her wants to. the other part, her programming, still urges her to do her job. ]

[manyone]

You can change whatever you like. That is the beautiful thing you have about being...

[ Well. Not human. ]

Created to be like a human. You can change who you are, change what you like about yourself. I am a Witch--change is not so simple for me. I'm set in my ways until the end of time. Kihihi!

[ How amusing that sounds to her. ]

2B, you can become whatever you wish--and you are already so much. You must allow me to be your friend and help you however you need!

witch friend.... acquired?!

[robussy]

[ she could change? could she? created in the image of a human had always been an honor. but could 2B really change something so set as things were in the past? that ugly cycle . . . she wants out of it.

it doesn't sound bad. she's never actually had a friend (9S was something else. 9S was her light in a dark place). ]

I don't know where to start. I'm a combat unit. [ not . . . anything else. although there had been one thing, that 9S would always mention "after the war". there's no more of that, she is quite dead and no longer under yoRHa service, not counting her service to humanity— well, she's thinking about it, and after a moment of silent, her voice creeps up in almost a way that seems unsure. shy, even. ] . . . T-shirts?