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Not easy to hurt, that’s an interesting way to put that. It’s thought over while she tidies the last few scraps left over from her earlier ‘training’ - the words ring so clearly not necessarily because they’re odd, but because it’s very much how she would choose to describe herself if asked,
“Because of your training or because of your magic?”
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“Let’s say both” he decides, “I won’t be using any kind of offensive magic however, so don’t mind it.” he watches her carefully, how she holds her weapon and how she moves. Treat her like she knows nothing? To square one then. He straightens himself up and tucks his dagger at his hip to approach her.
“Then we’ll start at the beginning"
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She tenses, again, as the other approaches but just as quickly relaxes. It's difficult to not jitter a little bit with the way her processes are prodding one another, but overall it’s a minor annoyance, the directions help them stop snipping at her brain, shifts the energy towards something.
It's very refreshing - Two is stubborn but realistic, having someone around with real experience is grounding. The critique of her stance is met with a nod and a gentle shifting as she tries to loosen up her posture - it's harder than expected, the effort is there but lacks the results. Drop her shoulders like this? Are they 'relaxed' when held here or here? Trying to pinpoint that sweet spot is aggravating, in the end she feels more locked up than before. A note is made to work on this aspect if it's going to prove to be an important one.
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prototype-two:
She doesn’t say anything more about the sounds for now, he’s already been warned that the server isn’t stable, there’s no desire to go into anymore details about the nature of it unless it proves necessary later. It is in part motivated by a lingering bitterness, there are much better things to be focusing on - the skeletons in her closet are not one of those things. All she can really hope for is that he doesn’t ask any direct questions.
“I was designed with the intention to be a combat model, so… yeah.”, her feigned eloquence slips a bit, inevitable. The farther this strayed from prattling off status reports the harder things were going to get.
A sparring partner, that would be…
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With the intention of a combat model? He wonders what exactly she means by that. Is she one? He should probably be careful sparring with her, though he doubts she’ll hurt him given her reaction to learning he was human. He would hate for there to be an accident and for her to feel poorly.
“I’d like to, it helps keep me sharp.” he used to train with the other Phantom Thieves but…
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Not easy to hurt, that's an interesting way to put that. It's thought over while she tidies the last few scraps left over from her earlier 'training' - the words ring so clearly not necessarily because they're odd, but because it's very much how she would choose to describe herself if asked,
"Because of your training or because of your magic?"
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🙃- For a lighter, slightly embarrassing secret Despite how she is around others, Two is idly a kind of noisy-bordering-on-musical person. She emotes a lot on he own, which means when left by herself any task she’s doing tends to be accompanied by a lot of grumbling, muttered notes, sarcastic narration, and occasionally humming.
prototype-two:
His little revelation does nothing to phase No.2, while that information could be minor leverage in situations like this it was only a matter of time before it came to light. She’d have to clarify it at some point in the conversation no matter what. She was focused on the other things he chattered about - disciples, intoners - it didn’t make any sense. A note is made to sift through archives later, see if maybe there’s something in her memory logs that’s just being overlooked, but not right now.
It takes physical restraint to not agree with him on the headache comment.
I really wish you weren’t ‘bones and shit’. How to approach this…
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Well if she isn’t one of Zero’s sisters, he doesn’t have much reason to go out of his way to be violent, much as part of him wants to. She looks just enough like Zero that part of him wants to pick her apart, tenderly, to lovingly mutilate that pretty thing. Shockingly perhaps, he keeps those thoughts to himself, mostly because in his own way, they would make him seem way too touchy feely.
“So you really aren’t real, huh?”
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"Do I need to repeat myself? I'm data, an archive." she huffs, it's quiet, really barely there, "I was at one point, not anymore."
One would think it would hurt more, or at all, to be called not-real. It's the opposite for her, actually one of the only positive things about this interaction so far, no song and dance surrounding her own 'humanity', no arguments about being that she has to shrug away - this kid is a bastard but he gets it, and she finds herself grateful for it.
prototype-two:
She isn’t sure what she expected. There was a tiny thought in the back of her head, just a little spark of a warning when she saw how tall he was, saw the sword, saw the way his eyes lit up like stars even under the cold, clinical, space station lights. It had tried to give her a leg up, to prepare her, and she had ignored that little voice, told herself it was a stupid and baseless thought.
This is a bastard.
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Oh he is indeed Bastard.
Her reaction leaves him grinning like a cheshire cat. “You’re not my intoner, like hell I’m gonna listen to some random bitch just because she thinks it’s cute to throw orders around.” he laughs, it’s actually genuinely amused, he kinda digs this chick, or at least how it seems she won’t be easily cowed by his threats.
“Why wouldn’t I answer you? That’d be boring, like I said, I’m here because the shithead back at my campsite won’t shut up, if I didn’t want to talk, I’d just leave.” he laughs again, it’s far too light and warm for his words. Now he’s just having fun, or as close as he can have to it anyway.
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His little revelation does nothing to phase No.2, while that information could be minor leverage in situations like this it was only a matter of time before it came to light. She'd have to clarify it at some point in the conversation no matter what. She was focused on the other things he chattered about - disciples, intoners - it didn't make any sense. A note is made to sift through archives later, see if maybe there's something in her memory logs that's just being overlooked, but not right now.
It takes physical restraint to not agree with him on the headache comment.
I really wish you weren't 'bones and shit'. How to approach this...
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prototype-two:
Some days were easier than others. This was not one of the easy days, this wasn’t even close to cutting it as a normal day. She had ‘fallen asleep’, accidentally idled too long and allowed her data to flick into a dormant state to allow for things like defragmentation and system updates. It couldn’t be pushed back indefinitely but she had gotten good enough at it that it was hard to tell the difference. When she had first started it could only be delayed for a couple of logs, and then a few more, and a few more until…
Well, this round she had simply stopped counting after a few months.
It had it’s drawbacks - reaction times would suffer, some memory leaks would get worse, but it only ever really ate at her active personal data - the majority of the memories left went unharmed by it, she had separated ‘herself’ from those very well. It was annoying, but far better than the other option, slipping into 'sleep’ put the archives in the hands of her background processes.
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The woman, girl really, who comes striding, armed, down the hall towards him throws him off for a moment. Her silver hair, the colour of her eyes. It tears him in two ways: Relax, or lash out? And the tearing only makes him pissier. As if anything in the world that reminds him of her but is not her is offensive just for existing.
Her weapon is raised, so he draws his own in return, it’s comforting in his hand, and he lets himself fall into the ease of a defensive sort of stance, ready to decide if he needs to retreat or if he can get away with tearing her to pieces should a fight break out.
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She isn't sure what she expected. There was a tiny thought in the back of her head, just a little spark of a warning when she saw how tall he was, saw the sword, saw the way his eyes lit up like stars even under the cold, clinical, space station lights. It had tried to give her a leg up, to prepare her, and she had ignored that little voice, told herself it was a stupid and baseless thought.
This is a bastard.
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When they had first opened up, he’d insisted he wasn’t going into those goddamn holes. But one thing had led to another, Octa had said something, and he had wordlessly risen from his place beside the campfire and left. Zero had looked at him as if begging him to save her, but there was nothing to be done, every Intoner and Disciple for themselves.
The woods are dark, but his eyesight is exceedingly sharp, and he isn’t quite human. Which isn’t to say he has any real form of night vision, but it does seem to give him somewhat of an edge. Otherwise he simply treads carefully, picking his way among the trees comfortably. If he were going to settle in any one place, the land of forests would be it. He likes the trees, he likes the abundance of food, he likes how cool it stays, instinctively, he likes it here.
There is a soft sound, between shattering glass and the chime of bells, and one of those odd gaps in reality falls into being somewhere ahead of him and to his left. The soft light it gives off draws him closer, it’s a very pale light, a gentle white. In a way it reminds him of his intoner. Her hair in his fingers.
Maybe that’s why he gives in to the urge to slip through it, he’s proven them safe before, so he has few qualms about it now.
The place in which he emerges is totally foreign to him, the walls are clean and white, there is a faint scent of electricity here, like the ozone just before a storm. For some reason, it disconcerts him slightly. Mostly because there’s nowhere he can see to duck behind if something threatening appears. And the close quarters in the hall mean his usual combat style will be difficult. Maybe he should go back?
There’s a muffled sound from the door next to him, and an intense heat. It makes him curse loudly, hands waving at the sudden plumes of smoke, he immediately goes skittering further down the hall, nose wrinkled, hacking at the scent, well, his portal home was back there so he supposes he’s just fucked for now, lovely.
“Fucking figures” his voice is an annoyed grumble more than anything as he turns once more to make his way hesitantly down the hall. What’s this? One of the doors opens, medical supplies? Maybe he’ll raid that, can never have enough of that. He’s just debating ransacking it when the distant sound of footfalls reaches him and he turns down the hall to face it, a hand resting warily upon the weapon at his hip, fingertips brushing very softly over the head of the stuffed animal hanging there. Reassuring.
Some days were easier than others. This was not one of the easy days, this wasn't even close to cutting it as a normal day. She had 'fallen asleep', accidentally idled too long and allowed her data to flick into a dormant state to allow for things like defragmentation and system updates. It couldn't be pushed back indefinitely but she had gotten good enough at it that it was hard to tell the difference. When she had first started it could only be delayed for a couple of logs, and then a few more, and a few more until...
Well, this round she had simply stopped counting after a few months.
It had it's drawbacks - reaction times would suffer, some memory leaks would get worse, but it only ever really ate at her active personal data - the majority of the memories left went unharmed by it, she had separated 'herself' from those very well. It was annoying, but far better than the other option, slipping into 'sleep' put the archives in the hands of her background processes.
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“If I was left with no other option I would not hesitate to defend this place.”
The answer comes quicker than expected, quick enough to be uncomfortable again - too fast, too out of pace with how she had been speaking before. If a human had threatened Her, attacked her as she is now, No.2 isn’t sure she could bring forth the will to turn on them. She is just as she always was and always had been, a precursor to something grander.
But this place? The archives themselves, her memories beyond the personal data, information on the project that created her, of those who supervised it, of the others.
So long as she could fight, they would not be erased.
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What was that sound.
The distant rumble, it instantly unnerves him, and he finds himself wanting to stand between her and it, out of some deep seated instinct, he simply wants to protect everyone. An impossible task. But has he not done it once before, and proven himself so capable?
Well. Never alone.
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She doesn't say anything more about the sounds for now, he's already been warned that the server isn't stable, there's no desire to go into anymore details about the nature of it unless it proves necessary later. It is in part motivated by a lingering bitterness, there are much better things to be focusing on - the skeletons in her closet are not one of those things. All she can really hope for is that he doesn't ask any direct questions.
"I was designed with the intention to be a combat model, so... yeah.", her feigned eloquence slips a bit, inevitable. The farther this strayed from prattling off status reports the harder things were going to get.
A sparring partner, that would be...
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