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OPEN POST 2017

1. Post here with the character you want to play with in the header
2. Put your prompt in the body of the comment (or leave it to me)
3. ????
4. Profit
HOT-N-READY FRESH SIB CHARACTERS!
I'm actively playing, confident in my ability to play, or want to play these guys
korosensei / auger / krieg
maou / tidus / jaffar
cain / ash / glottis
komugi / neuro / sonic
fiora / lupin / chiyuki
akechi / morgana / claptrap
COLD LEFTOVERS SIB CHARACTERS!
I can whip them out if you ask
STALE SIB CHARACTERS
Everyone else aka I'll try my best
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—Whoa, whoa, not so fast! Could we even swim our way back up? I mean... [ They're literally hunks of metal—they're really not lightweight. ] ... Not to mention, I've never tried holding my breath for that long... Have you ever tried swimming, 2B?
[ He doesn't wait for an answer. ]
There's gotta be another way down. A longer route, perhaps, but...
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We'll find something. There might be another way in on the other side. ... Above the water.
[ and hopefully, the rooms inside aren't all flooded, either. It's a spaceship, so it should be pretty airtight, but it's also blown to pieces and fallen thousands of feet from space... The damage is probably pretty bad.
Fortunately, the easiest path around is going to lead them through the skeletons of a few old buildings - at the very least, they'll get a chance to get out of the rain for a little while. ]
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Right. Above the water.
[ He's not drowning today, thank you. 9S cants his head to the side, getting to moving before they have to linger in the pouring rain further. ]
Let's see where down that way gets us, but—Pod, scan the area for possible paths, anyway.
[ Without missing the beat, 9S' floating companion responds: ] Affirmative. Scanning now.
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In times like these, she wishes they still had access to a functioning flight unit, considering the size of even a piece of the Bunker - but that's not going to happen. For now, she'll leave the scanning to her Scanner as they step inside the remains of what must have once been a very large human structure. 9S would probably know what it was called - an office building - but 2B has no clue. All that matters is that it'll take them where they need to go... and get them out of the rain. Because, frankly, she's not enjoying it much, either. Once they're in, she slows, then stops, wringing some water out of her skirt with an expression of slight annoyance. ]
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Alright, it looks like we only need to go down another couple of floors before...
[ He trails off, only belatedly realizing that the crunch of old garbage underneath her footsteps ceased. 9S pauses as well, glancing over his shoulder before he turns to watch her twist the water out of her clothes.
He doesn't even try to hide the way the corners of his mouth twitch into an amused smile. ] Y'know, 2B, you did insist we come out here today.
[ While he's mostly messing with her, 9S did try to say he wouldn't have minded waiting another day... ]
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[ 2B glances up at him, letting the fabric fall back down with a damp flop - almost like she got caught, but not quite. She really shouldn't bother engaging him with this, but she can't help it. It feels good to have these pointless back-and-forths with him like this. They'd annoyed her at the beginning, but by the end, they became some of her more important memories - even if they'd also become the most painful for that same reason. It won't end like that again, but the bittersweet feeling lingers nonetheless. ]
Wet clothing will increase drag and impede my mobility... That's all. [ beat. yeah, sure, 2B. ] I wasn't the one complaining.
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[ He doesn't buy it for a second, but as usual, he lets her slide. He turns back ahead, continuing their path by crawling through a hole in the wall. ]
Might wanna hold off—there's still a pretty good chance we're only gonna get wetter from here.
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[ well, if that's really the route they need to take, so be it. She won't question his data. 2B purses her lips and follows after him. The building interior is hardly bone-dry, considering its current condition, but it's definitely better than it was outside. ]
You found another way in?
[ that was fast. as expected of a Scanner, she supposes. ]
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[ They'll just have to see how bad the water is. ]
Let's check it out first. I think we've got options.
[ Rather than bothering with a staircase, 9S leaps down through another hole through the floor this time—and right into an ankle deep puddle with an audible splash. ]
—Eugh.
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Pod, activate flashlight.
[ between the cloudy skies and their descending deeper into the old building, it's getting pretty dark. The light from Pod 042 doesn't illuminate anything of interest in the room other than a lot of old garbage floating around - this building seems like it probably doesn't usually flood, and little pieces of the ancient world have risen to the surface with the rains: fragments of chairs and desks, the weathered remnants of some old phones, and what looks like the husk of an office printer in the corner. Not that she recognizes the primitive technology. ]
... It looks like this place was pretty untouched.
[ she feels... some sort of bittersweet emotion seeing it. Even if these artifacts were worth something, there's no one to send them to now. ]
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[ Pod 153 follows suit, hovering over 9S' shoulder with the light shining ahead of them. He wades slowly through the water with a growing interest in the floating debris he passes by, pausing only to scoop up a phone receiver bobbing along. ]
Um... Hey—2B. [ 9S doesn't look back up, though, instead focused on turning the phone around in his hand. It's caked in so much hardened mud that he's unsure if there's even any plastic left underneath, although it's retained the shape decently enough. If kind of cracked with one end eroded to hell. ] We used to keep all this stuff around because we wanted humanity to return back to what they left behind, right?
[ Yet... ha ha. ]
Have you wondered what we should do with it now?
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I don't know if there's anything we can do with it. [ there's no distancing bite in her response - just her usual bluntness. She looks at the grimy, unfamiliar object in her companion's hand, and doubts there's any use left in it at all. At the same time, leaving everything their creators had made to rot doesn't feel right, either - illogical as that is. ] I doubt many of our records on human history survived when the Bunker fell.
[ ... ]
Maybe... [ ... maybe they should hold onto things like this, because they barely have anything else left that showed humans even existed. But it sounds like unnecessary sentiment to her, even now, so she bites her lip. ] ... Nevermind. What do you think?
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Beats me.
[ It's quiet, like he's ashamed that's all he's got. It isn't that he doesn't have similar lingering feelings, because he does—it's an ever present sentiment for something he's never met, and never will, but it's for that reason alone it feels so... pointless.
9S grew resentful during his downward spiral before his demise. He didn't want to long for humanity anymore. These days, he's back on his feet, but he's not so sure he could ever truly shake those thoughts off.
His emotions are at odds with each other, and he isn't proud of this fact.
In an attempt to shake the thoughts off, 9S lets the receiver slip from his fingers, dropping back into the water with a plunk. He turns, and gets moving again. ]
You're probably right—androids don't need any of this stuff, either. I guess... we won't know for a long time.
[ It hasn't been long since the war more or less came to an end, anyway. They're not the only ones who have to figure out how life will go from here on out. ]
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... We should tell Anemone and the others. There might be someone in camp that's interested in preserving human artifacts.
[ sentiment, yes, but is it wrong for them to feel it now when there's nobody telling them they shouldn't? 2B follows after him as she speaks, the clicking of her heels muffled by the sound of the water. Her tone is neutral, businesslike, but there's a gentleness to it that wasn't there before, too. ]
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Yeah.
[ Yeah... It's not up to him to decide, anyway. 9S doesn't know whether he wants to push it all away or keep it close, but he's well aware that other androids are interested in all this. He remembers the Resistance member out in the desert who was on the hunt for old relics, for one; surely, he wasn't the only one doing the same. ]
I'll mark this location on my map data to hand over for later. Anemone can decide where to go from there.
[ For now, they're just here for the Bunker's remains. And speaking of... ]
—Oh. Over here.
[ 9S reaches where a window once was. Well... it's a little bigger than a window, given it's also where it looks like something huge punched right through the wall, but nonetheless it's a way back out. He stands at the ledge where the rain gently pitter-patters, gazing down below.
An endlessly long, twisting section of metal protrudes out of the water, and it's just their luck it forms something similarly to a tunnel, down, down below into the flooding. 9S cants his head toward it. ]
That's one of our options. What do you say?
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Obviously, it's not guaranteed to keep them from having to take a swim - but, frankly, it's a much better option than she'd been expecting. If they're lucky, whatever chamber this debris's broken into has stayed sealed off. She moves to stand behind him, gazing down at their new way in, and nods. ]
Okay. Let's do it. [ might as well give it a try. She gives him a solid pat on the shoulder for the briefest second - he did a good job - before jumping down to their new path and hoping it doesn't buckle under her sudden weight. ]
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It's not like he hasn't noticed. 2B was being unusually nice today... There was a gentleness to her 9S couldn't recall her ever being so open about, in her own subtle ways.
He wonders what's changed. But not for long, because she moves on ahead without thinking twice about it—which is more like her. 9S quickly shakes his head and hops down after her. His boots hit metal with an echoing thud, followed by a creak.
... But so far so good. When everything doesn't immediately crumble around them, 9S makes another nod. ]
Looks like we should be okay. I can't tell how long of a walk it'll be, but... ready?
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Ready. [ as always. She doesn't expect to find much in the way of resistance; there shouldn't be anything left in the bunker but bodies. Those call for an entirely different kind of readiness that she hopes she actually has.
But she doesn't voice that concern, predictably; she just begins to walk forward, taking the lead and trying to listen for any signs of this whole tube snapping in half with them in it before it happens. ]
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It's eerily quiet, save for the dull thud of his boots and the rhythmic tapping of her heels against the metallic surface. Along the way, there's a gentle, slow dripping of water, but other than that...
Silence between them isn't odd. More often than not, that's how they've spent their time, quietly venturing from one point to the next. Wordlessly sitting side by side when they were idle. 9S doesn't mind, when her presence is all he's ever really needed. Still, he's naturally social—with an ever lost in thought mind—so it also isn't unusual for him to venture into the silence. ]
I sure hope something worth scavenging survived the fall...
[ It's nothing more than idle thinking voiced aloud, as 9S is wont to doing. ]
But a bunch of scrap metal like this ought to be worth something, too.
[ He realizes belatedly it might be thoughtless to refer to the Bunker this way; it was the closest thing they had to a home once upon a time. On the other hand, well...
Well, it is what it is. ]
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Well, they're not thoughts for her to have, and it's easier if she doesn't think about it. And it's easier not to think about it if 9S is here. He really is like a light. ]
Scrap metal, huh...
[ it's repeated without any particular inflection. Her feelings on the Bunker remain tangled and complicated, the matter with 9S and her assignment aside; it's not a problem she can just cut through with her blade, which puts it firmly outside of her area of expertise (like so many of her problems these days.) ]
... There should be some physical information storage units somewhere in this section. The problem is getting to them before the rain does.
[ and whether or not they were corrupted by the virus beyond repair like so many of their comrades... ]
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I don't think it's the rain we're gonna have to worry about.
[ Because her thinking isn't wrong; that virus wrecked everything to hell, not limited to just their fellow YoRHa androids. ]
Combat data aside, everything regarding YoRHa was set up to be destroyed from the start. If anything, I'd say our chances of finding something in the Bunker's servers are pretty low.
[ How optimistic, huh. 9S lets his words sit for a moment before adding: ]
... But we won't know for sure unless we see.
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[ frankly, she's a little worried that some piece of the virus might have survived - somehow, some way - inside the wrecked machinery. It's a miracle the two of them are here today; she's not going to bet on the pods pulling off a second miracle. ]
Don't hack into anything you're not sure is clean.
[ 2B speaks as she continues forward without turning around, voice carefully devoid of emotion. maybe she's overthinking it, but she doesn't want to go through that again. ]
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[ Flippant as ever, 9S is well aware the reasoning behind her concerns. He's already had his fair share of being infected, so he knows from experience it's nothing to take lightly, and if it were ever to happen again...
It's a little rough dealing with how permanent death is these days. 9S wouldn't admit it aloud, but with nowhere to back up his data and no possible chance of ever getting another backup body, he grows nervous, sometimes. Did other androids live with this worry? Or has already experiencing death made him painfully aware of it?
No, it's not quite death itself he's afraid of... It all circles back to how terrified he is of anything that would ever separate himself from 2B ever again. ]
Anyway, [ he continues, airy tone betraying his thoughts. ] don't worry, I'll be careful. If there's anything contaminated– [ And he's loathe to say this, because despite everything, a Scanner will still always be a Scanner. ] –we can just... [ Uncertainly: ] Leave it? I dunno, 2B—what would you want to do with it?
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[ "then don't touch anything" is what she'd like to say, but that sort of defeats the point of them coming out here. It's not like they can tell what's still useful and what isn't just by looking at it - and it's not like she can do any of the hacking in his stead and protect him that way. All she can really do is glance over her shoulder at him, expression obscured by her goggles... It's probably somewhere between concern and exasperation.
They don't get second chances this time. They can't mess this up. That "miracle" is their last chance - her last chance to make up for what she'd done and lost before, and she doesn't want to lose him, either. She has the option now to speak frankly of this, if she wants to. But he's smart; he probably already knows. She doesn't need to make it complicated. Right?
(even so, she lets herself call him by his nickname nowadays) ]
We're not bringing it back to camp. Too risky. [ even if he doesn't want to leave it here!! ] If the information is that valuable, we'll have to find an alternative way of accessing it.
[ what that could be, she has no idea -- fortunately, she doesn't have to try and think of one. 2B stops in her tracks, staring down the tunnel, though she can't see much of anything beyond her pod's flashlight; said pod helpfully explains: ]
Caution: movement detected.
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... Which is a lot of the reason why 9S nearly bumps into her from behind, freezing in his own footsteps with a startle. There's no time for him to come up with an alternate plan, either—which he's a lot more inclined to mull over than 2B is, no doubt—before he tries his hand at peering down the tunnel, although his eyesight isn't any better than hers, nor is his own Pod's flashlight. ]
—Movement? [ 9S clicks his tongue, lowering his voice. ] What on earth would be all the way down here?
grips chest.... 9s is cute
no... ur cute
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drags my ass back here...
YAY