CRUEL OATH

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( 2B: )

░░░ a message to all regional YoRHa units ; please evacuate blast zone。。。

       Her eyes start to water underneath her visor, a heat internalized causes her to burn ; a pyre amidst scrap titanium. The scanner model’s support was— unfortunately, needed ( she would’ve collapsed, otherwise ) as their various stumbled footfalls lead them towards the more sandy terrain & boulders shattered from bedrock. ‘ Why, ’ the automaton contemplated. ‘ Why did you stop me, 9S—? ’ He’s placed a temporary partner’s initial safety above his own, yet again. This was the precise formula for a foreboding calamity ; though, she had thought that his select memories in regards to a prior goliath swarm were completely wiped. Her orders start to haunt a vacant space in her conscience as her peripheral vision became loose static, a bite to her silicon-laced cheek. Blood doesn’t have a particular taste to her ; crude oil, gritty & vicious. 

░░░ blast radius estimated at three kilometers ; countdown - 00:4:00 。。。

       ❝ Ugh—! ❞ The pressure in the factory compressed, an explosion ricochets outwards ; sending shrapnel & their bodies airborne. Her neuro-system finally succumbed to a blackout due to the blast ( with all else that’s fallen into disarray ) even so, a black box is still online, her signal a faint ‘ bleep ’ on the radar.

       This place is amassed in shade ; a quiet, empty ( a lofted space ) in which a carapace shall remain in stasis. Described once as ‘ nothingness ’ an oblivious consciousness can be suspended for an extended amount of time. It isn’t logical to ‘ hear ’ or ‘ register ’ outside phenomena in this condition—.

░░░ audio registration, output at forty-five percent: ❝ 2B -! 2B — !!! ❞

       Her lithe digits unfurl against the decrepit soil ; 9S is calling, he is afraid— as long as she’s offline, she won’t be able to protect him. She chooses not to question the irrationality, nor the basic inability that this could’ve happened amidst a shut down sequence. ❝ 9S。。。—? ❞

     ❝Pod! Initiate vital scanning; assess the damage & prepare the virus vaccines in case of corruption—❞ quick to engage in haste to do repairs that will do for now until they’ve returned to the base. Of course he’d be firmly reprimanded for disobeying her orders. Him just as stubborn ( so humanlike, even with how tenderly he held 2B close to his smaller torso ). ❝I’m here — !❞ he cried; it seemed he is more tense than usual, possible the memories of the previous ‘cycles’ having influence. Aftermath of the explosion left thick fogs of black smoke, though it didn’t affect him as it would to human senses.

      ❝Shit — ❞ cursed as everything else would need intensive repair, as circuits & joints have been severely damaged. He hated this — why did he have to be… useless? While he was proud of his exception skills as a Scanner & hacking, there are great limitations when it came to battles & such. He’s always the one being protected…

When he wants to protect her too…. he wants the power to fight & protect…

Why is it so hard to achieve it… ?

Would simply amassing great knowledge of all techniques, areas, foes & weapons be enough — ?

       ❝Ugh — not now Nines — ❞ scolding himself, shaking himself out of such thoughts. His own existence questioned when it came to times like these. But he wasn’t going to neglect 2B when she needed him most … well er… she needed repairs. Perhaps he’ll consult databases of the engineer department in order to properly prepare himself for other instances like these.

         ❝9S here, seeking request for assistance. Facility has been successfully destroyed along with the machines inside — seeking request for assistance to withdraw. 2B is in need of repairs ASAP.❞ filing the request through the telecommunications, where in there’s the abrupt response after the confirmation of their objective having been accomplished. Of course, that was always priority number one.

But 9S’ priority lies elsewhere. Right in his arms.

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frost blue: does your muse enjoy the snow and cold? or are they the type to enjoy summer more?

peacock blue: is your muse honest? what sorts of lies do they tell, if not?

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reddish brass: how likely is your muse to step up and take the role of a leader? are they willing to take the challenge, or are they more apt to being a follower?

burnt umber: how stable is your muse, mentally and/or emotionally?

champagne: does your muse drink (alcohol)? are they a heavy drinker, if so?

tea orange: what is something that your muse is fascinated with?

malachite: has your muse ever done anything that they winded up feeling incredibly guilty for in the end?

olive: is your muse prone to feeling envious of others? if yes, what is it that they typically feel envious over?

vermillion: is your muse courageous, or would they consider themselves to be more of a coward?

coral: what is your muse's romantic and sexual orientations?

bougainvillaea: would your muse consider themselves as blunt, or do they beat around the bush instead?

currant: what's something that absolutely disgusts your muse (can be a person, place, thing, ect)?

crimson: how passionate is your muse about the things they love most?

raspberry: what food and/or drink can your muse not get enough of? do they indulge in it often, or is it something reserved for special occasions?

baby blossoms: does your muse have a favorite scent? what is it, and why?

mallow: what sorts of things might remind your muse of those close to them? any scents, objects, sounds?

aubergine: does your muse prefer the day, or are they more of a night-owl?

acacia: how much does it take for your muse to hate someone?

cadmium yellow: what subjects or topics does your muse avoid, because they bring up harmful / painful memories?

honey: when your muse loves someone (whether it be romantic, platonic, or familial love), how do they show it?

chartreuse: if you had to describe your muse with a color, what color would it be and why?

anise: when it comes to self-care, what does your muse do to take care of themselves? do they take care to spend time on it, or do they feel they don't deserve it?

new leaf: what message would your muse send to their past self, if any?

moss: how easily does your muse adapt to any new situations they're thrust into?

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sanguine: does your muse typically have an optimistic, pessimistic, or some middle ground outlook on life?

atoll: if your muse could go anywhere, without any restrictions whatsoever, where would they go? why would they go there?

cool grey: if your muse could ensure one thing for certain in their future to come, what would it be?

black: does your muse have a 'bucket list?' list some things your muse wants to accomplish before they die.

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『 Interaction with @corporisexmachina initializing 。。。』 

Scanning premises in search of any life form or suspicious activity 。。。

   Pod set to work in order to assess the vicinity before 9S can proceed with the following areas marked for his current assignment. Get deployed, scan & search for any abnormalities -- blah, blah, blah. The usual routine that it feels like a drag for the unit, though he does enjoy discovering anything new --- particularly if it’s about the humans. ❝Huh.... hold on, it seemed this place has been disturbed only recently... ❞ though the only possible answer is that rogue machines have passed through these parts --- about to merely report it as such until he felt a dominant & outright familiar presence. His stance to be on guard, tensed as he spun around to see the family vision of long silver hair. ❝You --- ❞

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( 2B ):

░░░ imminent collapse located in central neurological sector 。。。

       Her teeth clench together, a vice on the jawbone ; grinding into a corrosive dust against artificial bicuspids as a hiss emitted from her partitioned lips. She’s barely able to stand as the onslaught continued. She’s outnumbered, even as an elite model she cannot tip a balance in her favor once the machines swarmed. Like a plague of locus, the automaton cannot even see the skyline nor a dredge of sunlight. But her stubborn valor swells ; a desire to remain stalwart even as all odds are stacked against her, an almost ( irrational ) human ideology. ❝ I explicitly said: request denied, 9S—! ❞ The scanner does not have the appointed authority to override her direct order. But it doesn’t exactly astonish the battle model that he’d ultimately refused. There’s a certain degree of ‘ blossoming ’ kinship between them ; a reliance, a trust that wasn’t given but earned throughout one another’s loyal actions. But it is not his unwavering devotion she sought, no— it is his safety that’s become of utmost importance to her—. ❝ I cannot leave—! ❞

░░░ core temperature rising, mobility circuit on temporary lockdown 。。。

       In order to avoid overheating ( or a premature self-destruct sequence ) ; her joints seize. The hands that wielded a katana start to twitch & the various nerve-endings within her arm desensitize. They’ve all gone completely numb & restricted primary movement to her physical body ; even if a machine had severed her arm at the juncture, there’d be hardly any synthetic blood or oil spilt. ❝ Ugh—! ❞ Despite her condition, she bent to his touch. Her arm lowers even though an abrupt tremor ( a shock of a stray electric current ) shot across them. Their operator comes on the line as instructed ; confirming their choice to retreat, though she is quite surprised a 2B model even placed this request. Such an unfavorable action isn’t in their programming, as was displayed by the woman’s dismissal & momentary termination of 9S’s tactical support. Her conscience’s apparent will is to engage in combat. Until either her or her opponent lies in shambles. The YoRHa unit’s legs still work in a sense ; but barely, as it took a moment to stumble alongside him. Their support structure can barely register a desire to move, much less deny his lead. It is as though she’s been paralyzed by an electro magnetic pulse.        Her heels continued to drag across the ill-begotten soil. Leaving a trail of skid marks in the ground as she sustained her pace to walk alongside the support unit. She’s irked, a quiet wrath that started to simmer underneath a cold demeanor ; he didn’t do as she commanded. The clearance returned from the bunker, a retreat was issued to all YoRHa units in the blast radius.

! Danger ! Unit 2B has engaged in emergency lock-down. Initializing….

Status fed straight into his own feed via the connection between their Pods & only hurried their messy escape. ❝Sorry 2B — ❞ grunted, with the train of thoughts that went ‘I won’t let us resort to that again’ as they both stumbled, weaving through the scattered debris, metal parts & collapsed walls towards their exit. This is entirely different from their usual protocol wherein they’d resort to the self-destruction with the use of their respective black box. He couldn’t bear it — it was difficult to properly pronounce why & elaborate these ‘emotions’ that deny them having to go through a suicide as a last resort.

Short, hard pants as he struggled to support 2B’s locked frame — difficult to be careful when the route is an obstacle in itself. He knew she isn’t pleased at all with his refusal to abide by her order, but he’s here to support her. In any way he can. That is his own will & desire that is stubborn as platinum steel, though it’ll incur 2B’s great displeasure. Fortunate, the crumbling interiors & lingering danger. He simply was grateful that he managed to pull together an escape plan on the spot ( am not going to let you down ! )

Quickly, he guided them both to the warped entrance ; groans of the rusted steel heard above their heads as he barely made it in time in dragging them both out as the last seconds trickled to a ‘0’.

BOOOOMMM !!!

All hacked machines imploded at the exact same time ; hot air exploded from within the facility & released hard pressure outside. Barely, they had just escaped, though the waves of air pressure caught them, knocking them out of balance & forward to roll against the ground. ❝AGH— 2B — !!! Nnn — ❞ yelped before interrupted by the fall ( there is no pain ; they cannot register as such ). He scrambled up to get to his partner, holding her up as the entire factory burned in the distance. ❝2B -! 2B — !!!❞ as he panicked, uncertain if the lock-down would have shifted to do a forced shut-down in order to reboot her system.

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『 Interaction with @dollcrafted initializing 。。。』

     ❝Huh.... this forest seems to have different bearings.... it’s--- different... ❞ Way too different, but quite complex that he couldn’t properly discern as to why it is so. One thing is for sure --- it’s more open & expansive in comparison to the Forest Kingdom he & 2B had to investigate ( man... that was quite the ride, with all those robots hellbent to protect their king --- ) ; brief solemn thought before he refocused to efficiently assess this newly discovered territory. ❝Pod, engage in creating a blueprint scan, I’m sure 2B may want to check this place out too --- ❞ unaware that this domain had a specific ruler ... 

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【 ooc。Finally got autoplay working for me, will be working on fixing up blog a bit more & make icons. Feel free to like this for a short starter --- ! If there are any plots you’d like to write, please let me know! 】

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Hello guys, this is a new Independent RP blog for YoRHa Unit : No.2, Type B. Also known as 2B, written by DES.

I would very much appreciate it if you could five this post a like&.reblog if you’re possibly interested in rping together. Though as a heads up before hand, I can’t promise that my portrayal will be 100% canon as I am very new to this muse. Thank you though.

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hello—! my name is lily & this is a brand new ma’am 2B from nier: automata. if you know anyone that would be interested in writing with a nier: automata muse please feel free to reblog this post or simply send them my way—!

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【 ooc。Hello everyone ! Currently a spanking new YoRHa No.9 Type S ‘9S’ blog from NieR: Automata, though caution as this blog is not spoiler-free, but everything shall be tagged appropriately for those still playing the game. Please like or reblog if interested in some roleplaying ! 】

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@rescto | cont’d

     ❝I’m not leaving you to do this alone --- !❞ he urged to convince her to withdraw said order, but it had been his intention from the beginning to directly involve himself with the combat in order to provide further back-up. Ignorant with the blatant statement & fact that he wasn’t modeled for battle, but dire risks will continue to escalate lest he intervenes. His perseverance to engage in combat does not dictate any form of doubt in 2B’s combat capabilities  ( never, she is way more than capable, even without me ).  

      Previous train of thought interrupted by the warnings that screeched across his screen, sending him in a panic. ❝2B --- !!!❞ It’s final, he is heading it against her own orders as he optimized his settings to further hasten the speed of his sprints as he also analyzed his partner’s current stats. 

     Alert ! Alert ! Alert !       Core Temperature: Rising - Critical      Injuries Sustained: Critical      Fuel Repository: Damaged.

    ❝Nn --- we need to retreat!❞ Only optimal solution especially when the current squad that had been deployed has been nearly wiped. Already did he map out the quickest route starting from the point where he will fetch 2B & sent the coordinates along with the marked blueprint to their respective pods. Amidst the tremendous shudders of the infrastructure, it’s when an idea crossed his mind. ❝9S reporting to Command  --- hacking into the machines to detonate within 360 seconds to subdue the Goliath via the destruction of the facilities foundations. Immediate need to procure the surviving androids.❞ At least this mission will not be a complete fail.

    ❝This is a request for the authorization of a retreat; ❞ though already he was engaged with his initial plan as he sped towards. Once his partner’s battered form is within line of sight he reached out. Every part of him just pushed himself to go faster, to leap farther --- to never look away as he reached out to her with a clutch at her wrists to tug her hastily towards the nearest exit. ❝Come on --- ❞ Already he offered himself, even with his frame smaller than hers, to be a support for balance as the clock started ticking. ❝We need to get out of here now --- I’ve set up the remaining machines to act as time bombs to take down this huge ass machine.❞ 

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