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[overlies]

Who: makima + 2B + falco
What: catch-all for the month; there is a general open prompt for makima and an open misfire for those who would like to help bathe her dogs. i have closed prompts for the other two and am open to writing starters! hmu for plotting @ my plotting posts or liberos if you'd like to plot specifics. feel free to hit up the inbox links below if you'd like to leave a misfire!
When: november.
Where: etc.

Content Warnings: makima (psychological manipulation + others in general, will add if there's more than that)

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[robussy]

[ when 2B comes to, it is a sluggish stupor she feels, her head wracking with the loud hum and clanks of machinery, but she could not see a thing. she could say a word as she groaned, first because her lips didn't move, and second— the reason for it, something thick, metallic and tight against her mouth so her voice and groans were muffled. the mouthpiece is chained behind her head along with her blinds. her limbs and torso are heavily bonded, bolted down with clasps to keep her from moving and putting her strength off balance.

they've done so with reason, for when the android awakens in full, she batters the shackles with a pull. her entire body pulses and glistens like a light her blood emits from tubes in her arms and veins in her heart. she's not easily ignored, and she still has organs to be salvaged.

she pulls more consistently at her restrains gaining ferocity as she did, and despite the bolts keeping the rusty metal clasps down— they shiver from the ground and weaken with each thrust of her body upward.

she's also making quite the thump, thump, thump racket. ]

[threelayers]

[Oh fuck. She was making a hell of a racket wasn't she? Neo definitely could understand the reason for it, but she didn't want to risk the zealots finding them prematurely. Best, she wanted this one up and as fully up as possible.

Taking the bobby pin she had in her hand, she ran over and reached out a hand, carefully testing to put hers on top of 2B's, gently at first to try and get her attention, but very ready to leap back. 2B was really strong, after all, and she wasn't about to risk the fact that she might try to grab her. After all, without the ability to talk and the need to keep things quiet, she had to be careful.]

[robussy]

[ as expected, 2B would jerk at the initial touch like a feral animal would. she could see, but she could hear, and this person hadn't said anything yet. she's only heard these little clicks but . . . other than that, 2B now remains highly alert of the presence next to her. she stops trying to pull herself free only to try and deduce what was happening and if the presence was a threat to her.

breathing harshly through her binds, 2B waits. she listens. neo will find that with enough patience and harmlessness to her touches of getting her attention rather than restraining or harming her, 2B will cease (after a few more uncertain jolts away), and she will try to listen to what she's doing. ]

[threelayers]

[Neo was patient. When she saw that there wasn't an immediate lashing out, but rather a pulling back, she took her time with it. She reached out again, touching and waiting until 2B finally eased and let her work. At least 2B wasn't currently making a whole lot of noise, so they might have time.

As they settled, she finally began to reach down, taking the locks into hand and working with her bobby pins. The sound was a thin, repetitive clicking and occasional clank as pins were locked into place. When the last of the tumblers was pushed, the lock broke open and she pulled some of the chains away, moving to the next. One hand after another, 2B just had to be patient for a little while. They could get to the rest in a minute.]

[robussy]

[ now, it was possible for neopolitan to work. 2B would only tilt her ear sideways to listen to the clicks from within the keyhole she's working on. locks. locks that her partner here was unlocking. within her mind she could creat a picture of what was happening, then—

she just had to give this being her literal blind trust for a little while longer, but it was tough when she was predatory and alarmed. ]

[threelayers]

[The clicking continued for painstaking minutes. Neo listened for other sounds, grateful they were on the bottom level. They were low priority for now. Still, she felt rushed and so every setback with the tumblers was frustrating. Eventually, however, one of them unlocked properly and she breathed a sigh of relief, starting to work on the other.

If 2B wanted to, it was a chance to try and work off the bindings over her eyes and mouth, but right now Neo had her priorities.]

[robussy]

[ once the pressure on her hands keeping together unclasps and releases, her immediate move is to get them off, following suit curling her fingers into the tied vice around her mouth to stunt her voice, then the blindfold. the corners of her lips felt raw, but she was fine. who and what did this to her—

to them. 2B freezes when she sees the woman she had been within the dimension hop to the strange, no-end room. ]

It's you, [ she says, quiet and quickly looking for— oh, right. ] —Keep back.

[ she can get her ankle chains off with a jab. ]

[threelayers]

[She winked at her in response to the 'It's you' comment, giving her a thumbs up. When 2B looked, she'd see the girl looking... almost eerily unharmed. Her clothes had not a single thread out of place. Her hair was done up perfectly. No bruises. Not so much as a scuff. Then again... she used illusions nearly constantly, so there was a very good chance that was all bullshit... especially when she barely concealed a wince as she got to her feet.

Motioning for her to do her thing, Neo set to work on the door lock again, intent on making sure they could make their way out as soon as possible. She was not intent on risking these bastards coming back before they were loose.]

[robussy]

[ 2B releases her ankle's shackles with two short-fused one-inch punches that break before they sound with crisp clacks. it's not more than the hubbub she was making before, so it should be alright. she doesn't need to use more energy now than what was punctually necessary.

behind neopolitan, 2B waits for some moments, now free, for the young woman to get through the lock much like a hacker would try to burl through actual systemic locks. but just in case, she does tap neo's shoulder, and gestures if she's like her to try if it isn't working. ]

[threelayers]

[God, she'd be impressed to see that happen. Pity her back was to it, though she could hear the smaller ruckus, the reminder of just how much damage 2B was capable of doing. She was incredibly strong, after all.

Just about the time that her shoulder was tapped, there was a click and the lock opened, causing the door to open fractionally. Leaning through, she looked back and forth, holding a finger up to gesture for a wait. Nobody. Ok, they had a second. She looked back, taking her hand and pricking her finger. The blood welled in sparkling glitter, forming until it took the shape of an omni. She couldn't send messages... but she could type out visual ones quickly.]

There's an escape several floors above us.
i've been stuck in this damned place before, so I vaguely remember.
But first, do you want payback or to get out?

[robussy]

[ that would indefinitely depend on a very specific answer. was 2B one for revenge kills? she might as well be, but that never involved human subjects.

she wavers in her response, and asks in turn, quietly: ]

Who did this?

[threelayers]

Zealots. Crazy bastard sleepers who've been here too long.
Lost their minds and they got really into their blood powers so they're super good at them.
Think they're trying to sacrifice folks to do 'something.'

[Of course, that sticky wicket probably applied, given that sleepers were technically human... or squid... or whatever.]

[robussy]

[ ah, damn it. there will be a point where it’ll be physically painful and impossible to inflict harm on them, but—

she remembers the man she held until he breathed his last, because of those like them. despite the conflict, she could still do something.

after a moment of what seemed like deep, conflicting thought, 2B nods. ]

I can’t attack them, but I’ll do what I can.

[threelayers]

[She... wait... well, that was going to be complicated. Neo looked up at 2B for a long moment before sighing. No, she didn't expect an android to not be pretty blunt and honest about this. It wasn't going to be easy to get into a fight.

Hmmm. She nodded once and typed.]

Escape then.
We can't really fight them if we both fight.
Have to be careful and sneaky going up.

[As she opened the door and stepped out cautiously, she made a mental note to ask 2B a bit more about this later. Right now wasn't the time.]

[robussy]

[ she is not above the plan; if the greater solution here is to flee, then she does not have insolent pride tying her down. she will flee, with neo with her. 2B nods and searches for her weaponry; it should be with her, but her wireless connection has been cut in the same way she cannot access pod. ]

Lead the way. I’ll cover our backs.

[threelayers]

[And the only 'connection' Neo could get was an omni that didn't send a signal out. It was basically a glorified visual tablet, which was useful for her personally in a pinch, but not really that helpful. Motioning once, she stepped out and started to make her way down the hallway, between the stalls. Many of them had open doorways, but none of them had occupants, at least not that she could see.

As she stalked, though, she was keeping her ears open, listening for something, anything. When the sounds of bootfalls could be heard, she gestured to the nearest room and ducked in through the door to try and stay out of sight behind a wall.

[robussy]

[ 2B tries to better throw her weight on her toes to lessen the dry clicks of her heels on hard surfaces— and it mostly works, save for putting her a touch off balance.

but she follows suit, and follows quickly, flattening herself with her back facing the woman’s in a protective spread. listening would have to be enough before their next step. ]