Type A No.2 ;;

{ indie, selective, A2 of NieR: Automata }

[frostwill]

critical role sentence starters !!!

so… we’ll talk later.

why won’t you stay down and die with dignity?

no. no further.

this is not over. it can’t be.

try not to have too much fun without us.

i have this blink candle. it’s formed from various animals that blink.

it’s so rare that we’re actually given the opportunity to be honest about everything. we might as well try it once and see if we like it.

you know i’m in love with you, right?

you seem… like a person. and that’s great.

those are coins! you’re not making it rain, you’re making it hail!

i’m killing someone, hold please.

your secret is safe with my indifference.

my heart is someone else’s.

do not go far from me. if we are out of earshot, you are too far from me.

um, i don’t know if it’s the food you made or the fact that we’re going to die tomorrow, but i want to kiss you.

i was all kinds of fucked up a few weeks ago.

you’re all kinds of fucked up all the time. we all are. and that’s why we’re together.

i just want to let you know… i am possibly the worst person you’ve ever met.

i think i kind of hope… not necessarily to hurt you or harm you, but i hope that one day… that you can know just how awful i can be.

you can curse, it’s okay. you killed one of us.

i think i’ve always been in love with the idea of you.

i was only gone for thirty seconds!

i encourage violence.

i can give you the means to protect them.

i do not want to die who i am. i’d like to live long enough to be someone else.

you’re on your own, fuckface.

a volcano is - is nature’s candle!

sometimes people go and they don’t come back.

do you spice?

so we’re going to kill everyone that we see in the next ten seconds.

i don’t want to be here if you’re not.

i told you before. no one kills you but me.

he traded his life!

i don’t have very many things that i care about and i don’t have anything that cares about me.

i’m great! well, not really, but i’m just going to pretend i’m happy so everybody can be okay!

i’ve been in a barrel for an hour. i fell asleep in there!

yes. i heard. it was the only thing i heard.

don’t cry. i’m just a little cold.

i bury my shame.

i should have told you. it’s yours.

forgiveness - that’s the key, isn’t it? it’s the only way to really grow.

your hair’s a mess. sit still.

you are my heart. you are me. you are my other half. you are welcome with me always.

you don’t always have to put on a brave face, dear.

we’re friends, right? are we friends?

i know we don’t always agree and i know i can be unkind, but… you know you’re family, right?

i’ve had a terrible thought. and it is sort of my business to have terrible thoughts.

take me instead.

we walk towards glory.

that’s mine! that’s mine!

did it choose me because i was broken, or did it break me?

please bring him back to me.

you think you care about me?

this was always supposed to happen, wasn’t it?

i love you. if i can find you, i will. if not, stay alive.

if he’s gone i won’t be the same.

i’d watch your moral panic all day, it’s delightful.

in many ways you are my total opposite. but you are also my best friend.

i made a choice. this is my family.

i forgive you. but i cannot let you leave.

please. please. i love him as much as you do.

fix him. fix him!

i like this family. i’d like to keep it.

i want you to know that you are like a brother to me.

talk about my sister again.

it’s been a while since we’ve had one of our depressing chats!

i can’t have you gone. i need you here.

i think we’re very broken people. but i think together we’re much greater than the sum of our parts.

don’t ever fucking do that again.

you didn’t die. but you did! but you didn’t. but you did! and then you didn’t.

i don’t want any of this! i don’t want any of this.

i’ve just had a near death experience and i’m craving some lasagna. 

you know, you’re getting weirder.

you and i are very different.

i’ve killed two of those who’ve wronged me and nothing is better. nothing feels better. nothing is avenged.

call me “child” one more goddamn time!

if you’re lucky, you die last.

some people have no sense of fucking honor!

i’ll take my clothes off if it’ll inspire us.

thank you for believing in me.

you’ve never done anything for me! never! you’ve never risked anything, you don’t know me!

everyone else believes in you. why shouldn’t you?

how many fingers am i holding up?

what’s the first letter of the alphabet? this you know.

yay! teamwork!

you fucking died!

don’t touch me right now! i’m not - don’t touch me!

i’m going to go get a sandwich.

you had us all very worried.

your reckless impulses will get you killed!

i’m done with gods. they will not help me. perhaps you will. 

this is too fucking much.

come here, you shithead.

it has been an honor.

screw you! i want my final words with you to be indignant and irritated.

you’re the face i saw when murder entered my heart.

i’m undecided about you.

never forget you’re my favorite. and i’m so sorry.

i’m not leaving him.

you’re a better man than you believe.

feel like making a home here?

you’re an idiot and i’m very proud of you. don’t do that again.

sound off if you’re alive.

it’s not going to work.

[yorhabetrayed]

// I really need to remake A2's icons, but do I have the patience?

[yorhabetrayed]

49deaths​:

“  hey,  i’m  a  reasonable  guy,  ”   just  keep  talking,  it’s  what  you  do  best.  “  if  you  aren’t  … hostile,  i  can  just  tell  my  partner  there’s  nothing  to  report.  i  don’t  like  making  more  work  for  myself,  y’know ?  ”   underneath  the  synthetic  skin  is  a  steel  frame  and  circuits  rather  than  a  beating  heart,  but  he  swears  there’s  something  within  him  pulsing  with  anxiety.  if  she  truly  wanted  to,  she  could  kill  him  where  he  stood,  and  there  wasn’t  much  he  could  do  about  it,  not  without  2B’s  assistance.  he  lets  out  a  sigh.  just  keep  talking. “  i’m  already  on  this  lame  delivery  mission  as  it  is …  ”  

There was evident... intrigue in the eyes of the attacker model as she regarded him. She had not yet discounted the thought that this could be some sort of ruse - while she was stronger than him and more precisely designed for combat, she also knew him to have the potential of being quite clever. Because of this she wasn't letting her guard down fully, but she was open to believing him... for now, at least. “I don't have reason to be, unless you give me one.” A double-edged answer, reassurance and warning all in one. She may have been an enemy of YoRHa, but her anger was rightfully centered on their command, and she did not look to the individual units serving under it with the same inherent animosity. Had she not once followed her own orders blindly? “What sort of delivery brings you all the way out here?”

[kaschra]

Endless list of fave characters (11/∞) A2 /// Nier: Automata

I never quite realized…how beautiful this world is.

[yorhabetrayed]

honorisen​:

“…hm?”

Surprisingly loud against the hush that’d fallen over the backstreet he’d been traveling through, the shuffling of distant footsteps was more than enough to catch Zack’s attention. Pausing just long enough to see if he could tell which direction they were echoing up from, it wasn’t long before a shift in the shadows had pulled his attention to the far end of the alleyway. Was somebody actually there?

“Hey-!” Zack would snap as he took a quick step forward. “You know you’re gonna run into security if you keep going that way, don’t you?” And he wasn’t so sure if an infantryman would’ve been so kind.

The unexpected interjection has her slipping briefly into a semblance of a combat stance, more startled than threatening, really. She had thought this particular back alley would be unwatched, but apparently that was not the case. What came as even more of a surprise was the warning the man offered - hardly the 'stop there!' or brandished weapon she would have expected from a typical Shinra guard.

“... I did, thanks.” She'd slipped through this area in the past, though her plans for doing so now were less certain with the apparent degree to which security had been heightened. There was still distance between them, still shadows cast over them by narrow walls, but from where she stood she could make out his uniform... and that sword... ( she carefully weighed her options ) “Sure is a lot of it. Is there something going on around here I'm not aware of?”

[yorhabetrayed]

endweapon​:

Light that fell through his pupils could not grasp her anymore. Impressive. Even focusing on all his other senses made it difficult to pinpoint her approach and form a defense capable of shutting down her attack. In a heartbeat, no less, she was there. A streak of crimson, too reminiscent of his fellow Color. Cut skyward, he found an eye-blink of a moment to defend against it, caught between both blades coming down in opposition of hers. Clank of steel, shock of it, carried far. ”Wouldn’t be the first time I was the first to succeed either. I’m not like the scrap metal you’re slicing up.” 

The evidence trailed off his cheek. A2′s move, backed with such strength that the air itself had turned into a blade, left a cut on it that dripped blood. Weiss smiled in twisted joy, unable to recall a battle that made his own mortality a visible fact.

Icy gaze fell to his cheek, and the rivulet of red her attack had left in its wake. There was... a moment of hesitation, there. Androids like herself, they had blood - or at least a form of fluid resembling it - but it was not normally so easy to draw from a minor wound such as that. Either the cut was deeper than it looked, or...

She withdrew from the lock of their blades, dropping into a backwards roll to distance herself from her opponent’s reach once again. “I can see that...” She was on the defense now, waiting for his next move, but her guard was less than solid. Distracted. Her brows knit together. ( was that a metallic creak somewhere nearby? ) 

[yorhabetrayed]

49deaths​:

she’s  a  walking  android  corpse.  how  old  was  her  model  ?  there’s  a  morbidly  curious  part  of  him  that  wants  to  take  her  apart  and  see  what’s  inside.  a  curiosity  usually  reserved  for  machines,  but  to  yorha,  deserters  and  machines  were  all  one  in  the  same.  

“  i’m  looking  for  you  !  you’re  currently  wanted  by  command  for  desertion. surrender  immediately . ”  lucky  for  her,  he  was  no  2b,  and  wasn’t  keen  on  working  if  he  wasn’t  explicitly  ordered  to.  even  luckier  for  her,  he  didn’t  stand  a  chance  against  her  alone. “  aha …  just  kidding … ”

but  what  did  she  mean  by  that  last  line  ?  he  tucks  the  thought  away  for  later.

His first words elicit a tired sigh from the prototype Attacker model. Of course, that would be why he was here. She didn’t really know what else she could have expected. Maybe, part of her had hoped for a different answer, but it was always the same, he was -... 

... he was... laughing?

“... ‘Just kidding’, huh?” The sound of 9S’s laugh, in itself, wasn’t entirely new - one of his predecessor units had seemed to find some amusement in frustrating her to distraction - but this seemed... genuine. Like he’d actually been joking, at least in part. Interesting. “If you’re not here to attempt to detain me, then why?”

[lukas-musings]

               I can tell, you’re a sᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴏʀ

    When you’re sᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ, your hands 𝖙𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍                                        And your shoulders 𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖘𝖊 

              But your eyes…                             It doesn’t show in your eyes.                                 That’s how I can tell,                                     Those eyes have seen things.

[yorhabetrayed]

limitslash​:

〆‒ @yorhabetrayed liked for a starter 〢

POISONED EYES WATCH AS THE ANDROID APPROACHES, noting the blade weighing upon her back. This wasn’t SHINRA  ‒  At least, it wasn’t from his first glance. He wasn’t even sure if she was human, though most creatures in Midgar were prone to having their humanity stripped from them. One hand twitched by his side whilst the other held onto his own blade  ‒  If her intentions were clearer, this wouldn’t be so tense.  ❛  What do you want?  ❜

Purposeful steps slowed to a halt as he reached for his sword. It was an understandable reaction, she supposed. Had she been similarly approached out of the blue, she likely would have done the same. “Don't worry, SOLDIER, I'm not looking for a fight.” Not a fight with you, at any rate. Arms crossed lightly over her chest, a distinctly closed gesture, but one that might have served the purpose of visibly occupying her hands with something other than her weapon. In some ways, this went against her instincts, but she could hardly just turn around now. “You're the merc I've heard about, aren't you?”

[magnasanctum]

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[yorhabetrayed]

phantomdream​:

〚 ❣ 〛 Type B. But both of them know that isn’t right, not entirely. Combat unit on the surface alone, a facade to cover her true purpose, to hide what she is from the other YoRHa units. From 9S. Feelings are forbidden, but whatever space in her android body that acts as a heart aches when she thinks about the number of times she’s had to wipe out 9S and he never remembers her. It could almost harden her to those feelings she isn’t supposed to have.

“Then let’s not stall any longer,” she says, pulling her blade from her back, feet sliding easily across the grassy ground into a defensive stance. Yet she makes no move, not yet. She was built with one purpose, but what happens when that purpose begins to feel too heavy to want to bear anymore? Still, her position doesn’t waver, as if waiting. Stalling.

Long ago she might have seen an opportunity and taken it, using that momentary pause to strike first against her fated opponent... but now, she did not move. Her weapon was in hand, but still, held loosely at her side as she simply watched. Waiting for an offence that simply didn't come. She would not waste a moment in defending herself, yet... she found herself reluctant to make the first move. 

“You’re hesitating.” There was a note of question in her observation, which seemed to apply to both of them in equal measure. Here they stood, in all too familiar opposition ( did she remember, the other times? ), but this time something seemed different. Though of course she would not surrender, she was tired of fighting. Could the same be said of the masked android before her? Had they both become fatigued by their own cursed destinies? “Why?” 

[yorhabetrayed]

// current status: Here, working on drafts, while also making icons for a new blog

[zettanoia]

rogue android A2

[yorhabetrayed]

// A random bit of A2 trivia that may never actually come up otherwise but is still interesting: A2 knowing how to knit? It's more likely than you'd think!

[yorhabetrayed]

@illunaris​ || liked for a starter --> Prompto

She hadn't noticed him, at first - her attention had been solely on the magitek troop. They were hardly subtle; their airships flew loud and low and were easy to track, and track them was exactly what she had done. It wasn't until after she'd entered the fray that she'd spotted the blonde sharpshooter. It seemed, at least, that they had been on the same side.

She stepped lightly over sparking circuitry, retrieving her sword from the felled metal form it had become forcefully lodged in. She was a woman of few words, but ice blue eyes still turned to him in question, as though checking on him. “You alright?”

[yorhabetrayed]

endweapon​:

Fleet movements, after-images of black and white in her wake. Then the strike countered with grace, his force meeting a resistance greater than what he had anticipated. She must’ve clashed harder than even against the robots before and he was glad that there was more to her than the already battles he had caught sight of. Rough chuckle in anticipation, he readied for the next step in their dance to follow. Weiss decided to mirror her spun backstep, and with the little distance between reestablished, gave her the  playful answer - taunt - she deserved. “If you can give me one. If you don’t give it your all, I might just cut you up.“ 

A short, dry laugh, lips quirking upward into what could almost be described as a smirk. “You wouldn't be the first to try. Can't say the others had much success.” She shifted her grip on her sword, readying herself before - -- - for a brief moment, she seemed to blink from existence, vanishing for a split second just as she lept forward. Her camouflage system had kicked in automatically, though she had no intention of hiding. She reappeared just as quickly, a tinge of glowing red tracing her form as she closed the distance between them with a quick upward slash.

[yorhabetrayed]

HOW IS YOUR SOUL PERCEIVED?

the strong-willed

your soul has touched darkness and so you learned to wrap yourself within it. you felt fear and decided you would never let it control you again. you're not always all sharp edges and cool stares, but you refuse to be prey again. you turned your teeth into fangs so you would be the one to bite. you learned to growl louder than all the predators who stole your innocence. it may seem like you don't care, sometimes you try to pretend you don't, but i see the way you sharpen your knives when the ones you care about are hurting. 

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