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#⚔ — 00 《𝚌:\𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚜\𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚑╎𝚘𝚘𝚌》#i may or may not have accidentally abandoned poor ol' a2 for a month #and let's not get started on any of my other muses #i'll get back into the groove of things here soon enough! college has just been kicking my ass a lot

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“Aaaaaand… lift!”

The enormous chunk of eerie, too-pale masonry rose with the combined effort of several of the Resistance camp’s strongest or sturdiest androids, and even then, one could almost hear the strained whir of servomotors and the whine of tense, struggling cables as they hoisted the heavy stone into the air. Step by coordinated step, they shuffled the fallen piece of the strange, alien tower onto a wheeled pallet, ready to be hauled away.

“Okay, that should be the last of the boulders weighing over a ton.” A-KL2-1150 flexed his hands, assessing his systems’ stress damage data and beginning to run minor re-calibrations. “That’ll be good for now, and we can see who’s available to assist with the smaller clean-up. Take a rest for now, everyone; go get some recharge and repair.”

He chatted with some of the people who’d been helping as he walked back to report their progress to Anemone. They were lucky that there hadn’t been more death and devastation when the alien tower collapsed — a few androids were crushed beneath the falling debris, and rubble large and small littered the area where the Resistance camp was set up, but the death toll could have been much higher, and the camp could be cleared and cleaned.

Anemone updated, he turned to make his way back towards the center of camp, intending to find the quartermaster and see if they had any extra small repair kits. Before he’d gone but a few steps away from Anemone’s command center, though, a flash of white-and-black caught his eye, along with the sun-caught gleam of a honed blade.

YoRHa? One of the combat models survived?

One hand rose in greeting. “Ho, YoRHa. I didn’t think I’d see any of your make around anymore. Are you here looking for something?”

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ever since the tower’s collapse, a2 had noticed the resistance androids were making more frequent efforts to clear the mess that’s been left behind. personally, she doesn’t find the debris much of a nuisance, given even BEFORE the tower’s appearance, the city ruins were still quite a mess. but she lets the resistance get on with their work, knowing that the mess affects them more than it does her.

seeming to have taken a visit just as the other androids begin to make their way back to the camp, a2′s interests lie in getting what she wants and getting out before she’s surrounded and hassled by a crowd of androids tired from a hard day’s work.

but that doesn’t look like that’s going to happen.

she stops at the voice calling out to her, taking a moment to relish the fact that MAYBE she jinxed that. turning to face the android raising his hand at her, she lets out a pensive hum. she supposes she can humour JUST this one before making her merry way.

“there’s not much left of yorha at all nowadays, not after the bunker blew up. nothing else left of my make either - hell, I’M the only a-type unit remaining.” her expression strains slightly. maybe that isn’t the best way to put that out, but she doesn’t stress over it for too long. “i’m just here to pick up a few raw materials. both for some errands i’m on and... personal work.”

#⚔ — 01 《𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚖╎𝚒𝚌》#⚔ — 08 《𝚟;𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝╎𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚎》#luck-crowned

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number 2

#⚔ — 02 《𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎 𝚊 𝚗𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟸╎𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚎》

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#⚔ — 03 《𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜...╎𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚢》

@naktsvilks liked for a starter

tired eyes gaze up at the twilight sky - admiring how shades of pink and purple scatter through the clouds. a2, perching on a bench overlooking a lake, simply enjoys the beauty of the world around her [something she has gladly become accustomed to.]

despite this calm, she is all too aware of another presence behind her. she doesn’t particularly care whether they’re watching her or the scenery, but a loiterer is still a loiterer and it irritates her.

“there’s seats if you wanna admire the view, y’know. standing around under the trees like that isn’t doing anyone any favours.”

she tilts her head back - not far enough to get too clear of an image of the figure lurking behind her, but she can just about gauge where they are.

#⚔ — 01 《𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚖╎𝚒𝚌》#crossover tag tba #nocte be like *lurking*

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#⚔ — 03 《𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜...╎𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚢》

《 A2′S SITUATION — ROUTE A 》

being on the run and all-too-aware of the two high-end YoRHa units making the rounds in the surrounding area, a2 has to... improvise when it comes to balancing staying safe and staying under the radar.

she has a set few “camps” that she has set up around that she cycles through so that she can keep sheltered and rest while also staying away from 2b and 9s. these locations include (but are not limited to):

- a small patch of particularly dense forest near pascal’s village - the building in the city ruins where father servo resides (he’s irritating in her eyes, but the sound of his training does handily drown out any noise a2 may make) - the upper floors and roof of one of the dilapidated apartment buildings in the desert (somewhat close to where adam and eve were created) - the upper levels of the abandoned shopping mall (lord knows how she gets up there)

much like an animal marking their territory, she makes a mark near where her camps are with her swords - and luckily for her, nobody thinks anything of it, assuming that it is just damage from machines fighting. the camps themselves don’t contain many of her personal possessions: maybe some raw materials stashed away so she can build upon her weaponry, or medicinal items should she need to recover from any damage in desperate measures, but otherwise they seem to be empty.

#⚔ — 03 《𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜...╎𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚢》#dont look at the header too much i know it looks weird

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@saviorlux @prodosia

“Do I look like a charity case to you?”

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“had you looked any MORE like a charity case, i’d have hunted something for you out of pity.”

#⚔ — 01 《𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚖╎𝚒𝚌》#SSSDSDHDDSFS SORRY 01

saviorlux replied to your post: A2 has appeared! What to do? ▸ Violate...

VIOLATE ??? WHAT

god i wish i knew

#saviorlux #[aggressively scribbling that one out] haha!

A2 has appeared! What to do?

▸ Violate ▸ Take picture ▸ Marry ▸ Hug

#dash comm tag tba #please do not violate her fgjdhgkjdsfhdskj

@battlecontracted liked for a starter

a2 wordlessly stares at the other android in utter silence for what seems like an eternity. it was so inexplicably weird to see 2b alive, considering the final memories she had of her was when she was DEAD, mercifully put out of her misery by her own two hands.

and yet here she is, standing in front of her, most certainly ALIVE.

hands balling into fists [nails digging into her palms, straining, trembling] before quickly relaxing, she lets out a quiet sigh. some part of her is almost... happy to see 2b.

“2b, i...” she hesitated. this isn’t like her, this ISN’T like her. “i’m glad you’re alright.”

despite her words, her expression is unreadable, unable to tell if what she says holds true.

#⚔ — 01 《𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚖╎𝚒𝚌》#⚔ — 08 《𝚟;𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝╎𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚎》#battlecontracted #i hope this is alright!!!#i kinda went with the idea that a2 just sees any 2b unit and thinks thats the one she killed but if thats not ok lmk!

@saviorlux liked for a starter

silence is one of a2′s greatest comforts - she often spent hours out in the middle of nowhere, simply enjoying the quiet of the world around her. the android’s pursuit of quiet led her to a seemingly abandoned field, with dilapidated brick structures scattered around it. she opted to lay down atop a partially crumbled wall, standing no higher than herself, sword resting by her side as she stares up to the clouds. everything is silent, just the way she likes it.

...or it was, until her attention is drawn to the sound of grass being stepped on. tilting her head to the side, she locks her eyes onto whoever had broken the silence - a young woman, by the look of it. with a groan, she hoists herself up and off the wall, breaking eye contact only to brace her landing.