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affiliated roleplay blog for 2B from nier:automata.

[nifitio-blog]

tgif! week has been very busy for me but i’ll have the chance to be here tonight and the weekends to do some stuff! i’ll also be looking into making a syllabus for her defensive studies class for those enrolled to see, get organized regarding her lesson plan and all that jazz ~ o/ thank you alll for the patience!

[nifitio-blog]

filia-florum:

She had done it. She had risked doubtless punishment (as sweet and gentle as they would have framed it) to escape her castle and succeeded. She had raised her sword and slayed waves of monsters and came out stronger. She had made friends and allies for the first time, as odd and mismatched as they were. She learned to speak her mind, and go after her own ambitions, and rebel against the forces that tried to keep her so very ignorant for far too long.

Estelle had done all that and more. But now, it seems like her only option is to start over from scratch.

An exaggeration certainly, but that’s what it feels like when she wanders about the school’s property, taking in her new surroundings. Eyes pass over the students who have grouped off, unsure of whether they’ve all been long time friends or newly formed circles thanks to their displacement. More than anything else the task of making introductions presents itself as daunting – especially when she’s only just begun to figure out her own world’s social norms, let alone the hodgepodge of foreign customs that surely blend together here. Nevertheless, it is a challenge she knows she must face now or she’ll be doomed to another life lonely among her textbooks. Besides:

                          The only thing to fear is fear itself!

Determination wells up in her heart and the princess jumps into action, reckless as always. Her target: the first poor soul who happens across her path. More specifically, a young woman who is expertly wrapped up in minding her own business. “Excuse me,” Estelle calls to her, jogging so that she can catch the stranger before she thinks to disappear. Once properly situated, Estelle presents herself with a bow, (a polite, simple dip at the waist mind you, as manners matter regardless of where you are). “My name is Estellise. This may seem rather forward of me, but may I ask your name?”

And from there, all she can do is wait - and hope.

@nifitio

    She crossed the threshold in a whisper of a step, long strides as soft as the stirring flicker of a candle flame. She stopped for none, minded her own, sauntered forth with a cold sort of poise which deterred the mere thought of bringing the soft click! of heels upon pavement to a halt. Far from the sort to carry about with an open, warm and inviting air that encouraged others to approach her for conversation outside the greater hall of her 'classroom'. 2B preferred it thus; conversation consumed energy resources which need not be spent on meaningless chatter. Such has been her belief--- then and now. Yet that had never truly stopped anyone from attempting to engage her, regardless.

        It is a wonder she had not simply ignored this human girl and continued on her way.

        Before the Android's gaze she, this one pink of hair ( a tantalizing hue that begs attention ) sinks into a delicate, respectful curtsy. 'How archaic,' she mused. Such mannerisms were not unknown to her... though she cared very little ( as far as her own person was concerned ) for many formalities. Eyes downwardly draw in time with the girl's movement till she rose in a slow, almost fluid motion, the vibrancy of her eyes finding her gaze beyond the concealment of the visor to rest over her line of vision.

                'My name is Estellise.'

        Ah.

                'May I ask your name?'

        ... Ah.

        A name was easy to give---however, already could she imagine this one's true intent upon having analyzed all potential outcomes. From the multitude of others, Estellise had chosen her. A blind selection, one which further reinforced the following: she had latched onto the first to seem unoccupied with another's company in hopes to, perhaps, find another in which she could share her own with. 2B had no need of companionship, and truth be told her body was repelled by the very thought; what would be the point of it all? Sealed lips thin, perhaps in what was her contemplation or her own refusal to speak. ... the request was simple enough, she decided then. She had no further obligation than that.

        Her voice is low and lilting as she ushers out smoothly from between her lips, "2B."

        The glance between them lay extended for an eerie moment before she untethered her gaze, and returned to her preoccupation, stepping around the pink haired female thereafter with the click! click! click! of her heels left in her wake.

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    ``It's...``

                                          Loud.

    The unspoken word twists within her throat with a pointed unfamiliarity, although still a shadow compared to the cruel cadence with which it manifested upon her arrival. What once she would have welcomed now made her quiet; unsettled her. A humorous thought, no doubt, had her audience been that of a different sort though no less worthy of consideration given her origin. Though few here would know of such. None, rather. The voices to drift beyond parted chamber doors belonged not to those of an artificial making but that of flesh, bone, sinew and blood.

        She had never been one to tip-toe around the obvious nor turn a blind eye to what lay blatantly before her vision. No explanation would ever suffice, none which she could ever accept as logical---though presume to be true a singular fact she would, with or without supporting reason: humanity thrived. Within the shades of gray of the tower that encased them, they thrived. Lived.

                         'Isn't it great, 2B?!'

        She can almost hear the overly cheerful voice of her Operator broadcasting through her Pod.

        Almost.

        Yet with lips unsmiling, the YoRHa android remained terrifyingly 'absent' in face of her current situation. She knew enough to obtain a general understanding. Enough to know what was expected of her. Enough to be given a purpose. Enough to... adapt, adjust, learn. To walk amongst those once tasked to protect, look upon the faces of those which she has been tasked to serve in a particularly special manner. Sooner than later, it would seem, for the approach of footsteps was perhaps louder than any given word to be spoken amidst the halls.

        Still, they earn no turn of her head, no true welcoming form of acknowledgment.

            ``This class isn’t ready to start yet. You have no reason to be here.``

        Behold, she to teach Defensive Studies.

        If only for an appointed hour.

@firebrought

[nifitio-blog]

welp welp now that i got all my ducks in a row, feel free to like this post for a non-event related starter! capping at three for now but may increase this after i finish up the first batch! o/

[hiraeth-academy]

\ o / 2B from nier here! app can be located by clicking the first star. hope everything's in order!

     Dear 2B,

Welcome to Hiraeth Academy. Due to your great accomplishments in your own world, we have taken the liberty of summoning you here to Hiraeth in hopes that you will aid us in shaping the minds of those less experienced with their special abilities. We ask that you please report to the Headmistress’s office after reading this letter, so that you can receive a full briefing of what is expected of you. We are certain that your prowess with Defensive Studies will benefit those attending our academy. You will become their instructor, a guiding hand that will lead them down what we hope will be the right path.

You will be housed in our specialized staff housing, in room B-105, located in a building separate from the school, tucked away on the western side of campus. After you have seen to visiting the Headmistress, you are welcome to visit there any time to replenish your energy and have a break from teaching. You will be asked to introduce yourself to the students at the next meal, so please come prepared.

Thank you for your future services.

     Sincerely,                        » Headmistress ✧ *