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Reimu wipes her shoe on the remains of the undead’s clothes, as nonchalantly as one can wipe one’s shoe on a dead body. 

She watches the stranger poke some strange thing in the air and has no idea nor desire to know what it is. But she still waits for him to talk, and…

She sighs, a long drawn-out sigh, already tired of this situation. 「I haven’t even been here for a day, and I’m already expected to solve an incident? What kind of hospitality is this? At least greet me with a cup of tea and a short break before making me save everyone…」

Finally, she steps off the undead, and shrugs.  「I doubt I’ll get any rest with these youkai running around anyway, so fine. Come on, then.」

     Well, that was different. So much complaining and yet so much care. Was there a word for that? He wandered for a moment, mind tracking the footsteps of a database of words.

     “Huh? Oh... got it!” Support mode enabled, right? That was what he’d been built for, and once she’d acknowledged that the pace of this clean-up would only continue, 9S found himself treating it almost like an order. It was easier that way, anyhow. He and the floating device that followed him kept up almost effortlessly, and it was clear that he was used to this sort of thing.

     Death and carnage, that is.

     “Looks like this area’s just about cleared out.” He adjusted his visor. “So, where’d you... I mean, is it normal for humans to have this kind of strength?”

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regerror replied to your post: “It was my understanding that humans couldn’t…

NO

even in route d???

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these messages are starting to get really aggressive? for some reason? hello? 2B?

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     9S acted immediately, even if it meant leaving others behind.

     9S acted immediately, even if it meant he’d be in danger.

     -- even if it meant looking away from creeping masses with a model similar to his, away from their haunted, scrutinized gazes and missing limbs. Don’t think. Don’t look. Don’t notice how each and every limbering copy represented something that he shouldn’t recognize ( a scar around the neck, an arm hanging limply ). The only thing that mattered was the transmission he’d received, and 9S scraped the pavement uncomfortably with how fast he bolted down the street. 

      When he arrived at the noted location the boy halted so abruptly that dirt kicked up in every direction. “I’m here!” 9S shouted into the night, his own Pod floating tentatively nearby as he beat back a horrific creature just inches from grabbing onto him. “I’m... -- Pod! Find 042 and give me a status report on 2B’s condition while I clear the area!”

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          Connection established.                          POD 042 to POD 153. Requesting backup.                          Unit No. 2 Type-B has been incapacitated                          by the mysterious enemied known ad                          Shamblers. Please provide backup near                          the ocean’s shore at the provided                          coordinates. Holed up in a snack shack with one of her arms missing, she could only hope he’d arrive soon.

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     “Uh, well... “ 9S stood with one hand outstretched and empty, and it weren’t as if he were mad or anything -- just the girl’s abrupt entry had frozen him in place.

     “It was... not that that matters anymore, but... “ He tapped the floating receptacle at his side, as if taking note of something. “... if you want to help me take out the rest around here, I’d be glad for the help. I wasn’t originally designed to be on the front lines, so... “ Barring the fact that he’d been engaging and doing it anyway.

It’s a bird! It’s a plane!

It’s a… shrine maiden.

Who just so happens to drop out of the air and land a solid kick on the Shambler’s head. It goes down and Reimu lands on her feet right on top of its fallen body.

She looks down at her shoe, now filled with various undead insides. She meant to stun it, so she could exterminate it properly, but this works too. She grimaces at the mess on her shoes, though.

She looks over to see someone near her, probably dealing with said undead. A pause, before she points down.

「Oh. Was that yours?」

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( informationpurge‌: )

The corridors of Yesod’s databases were damp, like someone had spilled a soda across all the floors. It was worse the farther in one was, where the floors were no longer pristine white and the air (not that there was really air in virtual space) was heavy and wet.

It’s rotting in here. It’s been rotting for a long time. It will be rotting for a long time still.

There were holes in the memory available - swathes were blocked out and [redacted] - storage space dedicated to names without context, and records of monsters without faces to them.

On the physical level, Yesod’s eyes were scanning the streets and the sidewalks; people watching had unfortunately become one of his only hobbies in the city. He was ignorant of the intruder into his subconscious processes, but his skin was starting to crawl and itch and his reaction was to cross his arms tighter and tighter.

Don’t look at my skin.

He twisted his head left and right. Who was looking at him – was someone really staring at him or was he imagining it?

Yesod pivoted to look behind him.

     It was disgusting, and foreign, and the longer 9S spent weaving through the intricacies that made up this machine’s database, the more he felt uncomfortable with what he found. No matter the path, he wasn’t finding a thing similar to what he was searching for: clusters of data that represented what the mainframe might look like, or maybe even a databank that contained titles for their captors. Empty, hollow -- nothing but fine, white lines of web that led to nowhere special. Lines of information that went off to sections that weren’t worth cataloging. Personality, and records of things and places that didn’t correlate. 

     Maybe he shouldn’t have expected much.

     My skin... 

     He turned and accessed another damp corner of data, and as he weaved through bits and pieces of missing data, an uneasy feeling started to disrupt him. A voice, almost, and though a Scanner-model should be prepared for such a thing, it still...

     My skin, MY skin, my sKIN, MY SKIN --  

     What? What about it? That wasn’t what... 

    Startled out of his hacking state, 9S gripped desperately at his arms. Itching. Rotting. It was deteriorating and peeling and -- but it wasn’t, and once he’d finally calmed down he staggered backwards. “What.... what the? Wh... what’s wrong with you... ?”

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pod, look up “slut” in your database

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    Celebrations were still a foreign concept -- smiling faces and warm welcomes and customs being upheld. It was nice to see humanity thriving, but... 

    Was it wrong for him to pass on the thoughts and wishes of people he’d barely known? Those fallen soldiers, some with a dream and some without. The more he dwelled on it, the more 9S felt insincere within the crowd sending off their loved ones. The dimly lit light from the water washed over a thin-lipped frown as he made a quiet exit.

     He looked tentatively over at a woman propped against a wall on his way out, both hands carrying his lantern in front of him like it were the last artifact left on the island.

    “Hey... -- uhm.” Some part of him felt like apologizing for running. Another part felt like apologizing for not having the soul to understand the depths of grief. “Did you need one? I don’t mind if you take mine, that is. ”

@erudorago

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but i’m suited for combat… i’d rather you stay out of trouble

.. I’m listening. Don’t worry, 2B. 

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regdelete replied to your post:      “The red sky… ? No matter what happens… “ He...

wow bucko calm the heckaroo down

ME? MS. ‘I’LL CUT IT DOWN’? Don’t be like this, 2B.

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     “The red sky... ? No matter what happens... “ He clenched a fist tight. “I’ll help put an end to it.” 

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“Why do I desire the touch of something that no longer exists?!”

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     “... I think it’s safe to say at this point that this is a part of humanity that I reeeally don’t need to understand.”

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now that long story short is out in english, i know exactly how to progress with the A2 issue, and i’m just... broken up... nier: automata is no joke.. 

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( regdelete‌: ) 

“You shouldn’t find it appealing to begin with. It isn’t our purpose to marvel at or consume food.” Or so she said, but as she spoke that line her chest fluttered with a feeling that was both familiar and not. They had a clear purpose. It was why they’d been created. And yet in this place, a land free of machine lifeforms, just what was it they were supposed to do?

But of course 9S wouldn’t take her ‘no’ as is. That wasn’t in his personal data, to act like that. Had he been that type of android surely many of their past discussions wouldn’t have taken place. He was a scanner type, he’d quickly pick apart her flawed logic.

“Look, I understand what you’re saying 9S. I do.” Her eyes were hidden, but her tone of voice was enough to reveal the subtle doubt she was shouldering. But 2B didn’t seem confident with her own response. She could just tell him no as she always had, but. “I guess there’s no harm in looking at it. That candy, too. But don’t become attached to this place. There’s no telling when we could return to YoRHa.” But she wasn’t really saying this for 9S’ benefit as much as she was her own.

     “Okaaay, okay... ” 9S kicked at some sand playfully, and he breathed in the soft air that would’ve calmed him if it weren’t for her next assertion. It served as a reminder, and brought him away from the playful imaginary of the sweets and back to reality. YoRHa. He didn’t want to think about it right now. Not what they were, the things he’d seen, or the things he knew and couldn’t bear to wipe from his database. 

      “I know, I know. There’s no telling when Command will finally find a way to breach the line here. I’ve been gathering all the intel I can every day, just in case. Geographical data, what little combat preparation there is around here... -- it’s not like I’ve forgotten our mission or anything... and the enemy we have to fight. I guess this is kind of like an unknown, enemy territory when you really think about it.” 

     Deserters were detained, anyway. Or to put it more plainly: exterminated. It wasn’t good practice for a soldier to abandon their mission, and maybe the mission was really all they had. Did she realize that, too? His chest tightened uncomfortably.

     “I won’t forget, 2B. But... -- as long as we’re here, aren’t you happy that we’re at least useful to these people? Maybe it’s a glimpse of what the future’d be like... with no war.” Even though he knew the truth.

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( tzarov‌: ) 

“IN THIS CITY, WE VERY WELL MAY BE.” A thinker, that one. “BUT THERE IS ONLY SO MUCH ONE CAN DO WITH RELICS, ISN’T THERE? FOR THIS COULD BE A PRISON, TREASURY OR JUNKYARD TO THE ONE WHO COLLECTETH US. THEY MAY NOT SHARE THE WORTH WE GIVE UNTO OUR OURSELVES, OR WHAT WE CONSIDER RELICS.“

     “... right. A junkyard... of humanity, then.” Was this better, or worse? Better, maybe. Ultimately. For him, at least.

     “If every individual just so happened to make up a greater whole of someone’s collection, then you’re right... I think. But that would mean there isn’t much else we can do in a place so stationary, despite how many cultures have seemingly collided. Other than to... -- alter the core values of this place, or get to the bottom of the real goal here.” Thinking was what he was best at, anyhow.

     “Phew. This was all just a bunch of hypothetical reasoning, uh. I’d like to think things are a little less gloomy than they seem, here... “