#binaryisms : {ic}

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“This could take a while.”

The large bot gave a tiny nod, then locked its joints. No involuntary movement would make it shake the woman sitting on its shoulder, perched carefully.

Like a big bird.With a gun.

She had told Bastion not to move, and it had stopped moving. Something in its code screamed to gun her down, to run, that she was an EN-EM-Y-And Bastion had stopped listening to that voice. It was being given a chance, by letting the Dangerous Bird Woman climb onto it and point the gun somewhere else.

It just might survive this encounter if it listened to her.

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{meme} ❛ I was gone a lot longer than I thought I would be. ❜

And she had.Bastion had gone nearly frantic with worry. It had patrolled the streets more openly, partially to reassure the citizens, and partially to keep an eye out for any sign of Orisa. It had hardly offlined for more than an hour a night.

The sight of her.Bastion let out a rapid string of Binary too fast to process, high and relieved as any human could even have known. Instantly, it began scans for damage over Orisa, hovering like a worried parent.[Orisa: status?]

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👄 // bLEase i crave human bastion adn zen

//gd makin’ me skip round this gonna be awkward and vague but i love you and them too much so HERE WE GO

The building was cold. Too cold to be trying to meditate, or write philosophical poetry, or...whatever Zenyatta was doing.Bastion didn’t exactly know what he was doing at this time of night. But it wasn’t important. Zenyatta had said he didn’t have anything important to do, that’s why he could help Bastion fix a hole in his old uniform.

So, reasoning, there was nothing important enough to keep him out of bed at this hour of night, in a cold building.

The only warning Zenyatta would have would be the heavy footsteps closing the space between them, and the warm, broad hand on his arm.Soft, insistent tugging, back to the bed. And he’d carry him back to bed if he had to.Too cold.

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@redgunslinger from X

It had made the bow for Ganymede, trying so hard to weave the pieces together with only one hand that could move to weave. And then the bow had been too big. Any smaller, and it couldn’t work with the pieces.

So Bastion had snuck close to town, throwing the bow on the first person it saw and preparing to get yelled at (but hopefully not shot). The kind words were a surprise.

Slowly, it leaned forward out of the underbrush, its optical box the only thing in full view. Maybe the human didn’t know it was a Bastion unit. That would explain the calm. [Thanks acknowledged protocol: you are welcome.] The familiar beeps of Binary, and its light flashed brightly. [Visual acknowledgment: bow placement optimized.]

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‘ we’re too fragile to start another fight. ‘ @engclsgleich for a humanverse starter

Bastion looked at his hands, the scars littering them, the burns.

The war they’d already been through.

And then he looked back at the screen. More anti-Omnic violence. Quietly, he pointed at the screen, and put his helmet back on his head. Signing firmly. We have to help.

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‘ i’ll be around for you. ‘

Bastion’s head tilted to the left, and the light flickered brightly.

[Unit current goal: assist Zenyatta. Unit will be-around-for-you as well, Zenyatta.]

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@haltandhug inquired: "Ooohh Bastion! I have a surprise for you, my great friend!"

[Query: surprise?] Bastion’s optic glinted brightly. Orisa was good. Orisa was becoming its definition of Friend, and knowing that she considered it a “great friend” was a mark of honor in its processor. It took a step closer to her, wondering what Great Thing a Great Friend like her could have for it as a surprise.

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@huskypack asked:  she sniffs gingerly at the omnic, circling it curiously, avoiding making contact. She is a bit confused. It is not Human. She takes a delicate lick. Not food? ... Probably not food. She lays down and begins to pant, heavy as always. She eyes it wearily for a moment then slumps to the side to lap against its nice and cool surface.

There was an organic, but a four-legged one. Bastion tracked it as it circled around it, blue light fixated.

A lick. Not an attack. Beast not identified.

But it sat near it, the fur soft against its hard surface. Bastion gave a small, happy beep, settling further into its seated position. [Greeting protocol: Hello, Unidentified Beast.]