War Machine

I have never once breathed {Independent blog for BG9 Stern Ritter 'K' of the Vandenreich Status: Semi-hiatus/Open to new roleplays track tag: regierungsapparat}

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Yukio had been mumbling under his breath while the machine spoke about what he had been slightly confused about with it’s creator’s words. Truthfully, the Fullbringer didn’t really expect much else from BG9 now that he’d learned partially about what had happened in the years between losing the robot and discovering him once again. What he was saying wasn’t of much importance, mostly just pieces of code he was scanning through to access the parts he needed of the memory.

Even so, he was doing his best to pay attention as well, though multi-tasking had never really been much of a strong suit for the boy. Buttons were clicked at a rapid pace in order to put the correct commands in, eyes never leaving the screen less he wished for a possible mistake to bring BG9’s entire system to a standstill. He gave a small pause while he continued to stay focus before answering, “… I really don’t think I want to know what kind of things you got put on you that I never intended.”

He could already see in this scan that there were weapons capable of being accessed and it was irritating to know that so much had been changed. “No, it won’t… — Just give me another minute or two and I should be in.” There were passwords and all sorts of encryptions that needed to be by-passed, but it did little in terms of what he was capable of with his technology-based Fullbring.

"Nnmm… Whoever your programmer is knows what they’re doing at least, but all of this was kind of pointless to keep memory isolated. Anyway, I found it. You ready?"

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Its programmer. It wasn't really familiar with the small girl-- at least, that's what she called herself, and so it saw no reason to question otherwise. Regardless, it had spent far less time with her than the man that had physically rebuilt it nearly from the ground up. It had no idea if she knew her stuff, so to speak, and so offered no comment confirming or dismissing Yukio's own statement. And, as the boy had said, none of it really mattered. It wasn't positive what 'memories' had been removed, but Yukio seemed to believe it would be enough. BG9 wasn't so sure, and it thought of how it regarded the Quincy in that moment. What could possibly rip it away from them? It recognized Yukio as important, but to regard him as superior? It had every reason to believe he was banking on a long shot. But it didn't know.

"I am ready." Perhaps one inhibitor they hadn't put in was on its curiosity. It wanted to know and learn and understand everything about the world around it and its inhabitants. It was limited greatly to what it could read, as its experiences with the Quincy were very few in comparison to all that it might be able to do, but that didn't stop the machine from reaching out whenever it could. Humans especially were very interesting. It had no preparations to make; no anxiety to calm itself from or worries to subside. It only waited. After all, it was familiar with the concept of memories-- what could they do to weight its thought process? If anything, it considered this a learning opportunity-- even if what it was about to learn was really just being 'remembered'. Even if it might change everything.

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         Hearing the android continue on with whatever the hell he was talking about always proved to be good background noise while he worked. That wasn’t to say he was entirely ignoring what he was saying, only that he tended to half-listen when dealing with BG9 in order to preserve both his sanity and his patience. If he’d been anything other than a robot, he would have sworn the guy just liked to hear himself talk with how much of it he did. Why the hell couldn’t he just cut to the chase? Instead of spouting off a damn novel about what percentages this had, or what the technicalities behind something else were.

Wait, percentage of what now?

         When the topic turned to his own life, a frown pulled at The Heat’s lips, brows furrowing as he closed the small door he’d been working in and began the process of sealing it back up correctly. 

         ❝The fuck ya goin’ on about?❞ He didn’t have time for people to sit around and preach to him about what was going to get him killed and what wasn’t. If they all  faced the facts, they were all going to bite the bullet at some point. No sense living some in some pussy safe house until that day came. He knew their cause, he knew the reasons why he’d been inducted into the Wandenreich and what he was supposed to help achieve there.

         This wasn’t to say that he was a blind follower of their Majesty, in fact the universe would not see a day where Bazz-B would become one of those blind sheep that some of his comrades were. It only meant that he was not afraid of dying, and part of this might have stemmed from his arrogance in thinking he was near unbeatable.One did not fear a shark when they were in a plane as opposed to a boat. And that was the way he viewed himself; leagues above most. Was it flawed? Yes. But he’d never think so.

         ❝Those Shinigami bastards would have t’ hit me first before I’d have to worry about any part of ‘me being Hollow.❞And the comment brought a smirk to his face as he recounted how easily he’d run one of their captains straight through with his Burner Finger. As he reminisced, his lips pursed, the internal inspection of the other coming to a close. He tweaked another wire, tucking it back to where it’d been initially and with a piece of scrap metal in his hand, soldered it into place. At the last words spoken, his upper lip curled in slight distaste, his eyes refusing to make themselves seen lest he be questioned about the conflicting amounts of annoyance and regret to move across them.

         ❝Yeah, yeah. Thought’cha were s’posed t’ be a machine, huh? Don’t go gettin’ all sappy on me.❞

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"I am a machine." The response came, even tone and without a smidgen of doubt. BG9 could, after all, not feel any shame or question its state of being; it was whatever it had been created as, and it would exist as that thing until it was either destroyed or changed-- neither outcome sparked any disagreement from the android. Of course, it would rather remain functional for the purposes of serving its goals, but neither did it feel fear in the threat of not being able to do so. There was no question that it was a piece of machinery-- more intelligent than others, perhaps-- but the Sternritter had been tasked with a complicated mission: How did one make a machine human enough that it would fight for a cause and not be convinced to another side and be able to learn about its opponents' weaknesses, but still remain emotionless and fearless in the face of horrors and death? They couldn't have everything they wanted, but they had found a way to minimize that margin of error. However they had done it, BG9 didn't know. It also didn't really care. But those human pieces; the ones that allowed it recognize that its opponent was fearful of losing his little sister or protective of her subordinate. They were what also allowed it to understand the camaraderie between two soldiers. The bond between two friends. It could not feel it, not in the typical sense, but it recognized that Bazz did and wanted to facilitate a mutual respect. "Of course I am," it seemed to reiterate, while it chose its words as carefully as it could. Communication wasn't one of its strong suits. "But that is not all I am to you, is it?" A friend; a soldier; a brother in arms-- Bazz was all of those things to it, and it to him. Its tone was not one of questioning, but one of teaching; as if it were trying to lead him to the way it processed its information.

"If that is true, then it's also true that you are not just 'a human' to me. You are important to me, Bazz. Am I conveying that poorly?"

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This must have been the guy Bazz was talking about…Well cool, one more person to hang out with. The game was placed down as the God rose from his seated position, making his way over to the Android. “Ah, well cool…I’m Ares. It’s uh, cool t’have ya aboard, BG9…” Serve him? Hm…”You don’t have to worry about the whole ‘serving’ thing…Really if I need ya for anything I’ll hit you up…Really you can just hang out.”

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Just... hang out? BG9 could understand why Bazz liked this man so much. Their attitudes, on the surface, seemed to be incredibly similar. Unfortunately, there was no function in the robot's vast arsenal of reactions that allowed it to 'relax'. Granted, it also never became tense or excited-- such human facets were beyond its range of capabilities.

"I understand. Forgive me, though, if I do not appear to 'relax'. I have been assured of your credibility and place my well-being in your hands; however, I am unable to perform those particular functions. I will not interrupt you further, though, so you may resume your previous activities."

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Admiring and affectionate noises

Confused robot noises.

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-Gets closer and stands on her tip toes to try and look inside- "Hm? But how can you see me if you don't have eyes?"

"Indeed, I cannot 'see' in the sense you think of. But I can 'detect' you very well. Your heat signature, heart rate, gait, voice tone, pitch, and pattern, as well as your body gestures and reiatsu signature all lead me to create a profile of you very close to what you might actually look like. It's just as good, I think."

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Upon detecting an unfamiliar presence, Ares turns towards the strange, pausing the game for that moment. “—….Yo.”

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Swift, obedient, the android bent into a small bow at the casual recognition. "Greetings, sir, I hope I haven't interrupted your process. Allow me to introduce myself: I am BG9, and I have been instructed to serve you however it is you see fit. If there's anything at all I can do for you, do not hesitate to ask."

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He’s going to pretend like someone isn’t standing there, and simply focus on his game.

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Actually just stands there completely still and silent, observing the god play his game.

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"Apparently not…It’s a little annoying. He leaves a huge mess behind him as well. Although it is a relief that he doesn’t like to share…it protects all of us from having to eat the monstrosities he calls food."

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"Is that so? You seem very well-acquainted with his habits and personality. I was not aware you two were so familiar. Are you friends?"

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"…it’s probably just Bazz to be honest. I think he likes to have an element of fire in everything he does…unfortunately that includes cooking. I’ve still not worked out if it is intentional or not."

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"I... see. Has he not been banned from the facilities? It's rather dangerous to encourage such behavior. In either case, I do believe I can be grateful that I am unable to consume any of his... products."

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"What's your face look like under there, B-kun~?" o:

"My...face? I apologize, Miss Gewelle, but I do not possess any such feature as you would know it. For all intents and purposes, what you see before you is the only 'face' I have."

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                         –– The Knight. Hardly a suitable being to meet for someone such as himself. A personality could not be presented in a machine, not entirely. Perhaps there was one however, a certain way in which it processed information. But he was not a technician, and he cared little for zero’s and one’s, what use was understanding a computer?

                         ”Is there something I can assist you with, BG-9?”

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Curious behavior that. The android was not accustomed to being offered much assistance. Whether it was a common belief that a machine would never require help from its comrades or simply the very human consensus that things very clearly not human were below offering such, BG9 was not often approached with any like questioning. Not that the sentiment carried any value beyond simple curiosity. "A gracious offer. However, I am not positive why it is being presented. Am I behaving in such a way that seems alarming or feeble?"

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"Ichigo is there, so your King guy has no chance of winning, you know. Kugo and the rest of us thought we could win, but we didn’t, so neither can the people who you’re with."

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"I have, of course, taken the main opponent's past records of victory into consideration. However, to claim His Majesty possesses 'no chance' of winning is inaccurate. Further to your point, I am not positive who 'Kugo' is, but I am 98.76% certain that his powers could not possibly surpass His Majesty's, and therefore your argument of his failing is irrelevant to His Majesty's outcome."

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frozendragonthief replied to your post “¦How curious.”

".....I'll bite...what's curious?"

"It seems as though someone with less than adequate abilities has attempted to acquaint themselves with the kitchen. My sensors detect a level of smoke coming from that direction that does not correspond to any dish I am aware of. Perhaps you would know better, 'I'. Is there a particular cuisine that causes the food to be quite literally smoked?"

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--.{i'm gonna go take a bath real quick and then reply to the things. brb friends}.--

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"What is?"

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"Ah, Yukio-- I was not expecting you so nearby. I was merely commenting on the current events taking place. It seems as if the 'final stage' is about to begin. Although I am able to compound the data, past and present, into a feasible calculation of His Majesty's success, I do not believe doing so would be-- beneficial."