[This is an odd request, something that causes no shortage of questions, but of the YoRHa androids present in this city none of them are more obedient when it comes to the wishes of humans than 2B is.]
Very well. If you would like to pick a time and place I can accommodate your wish.
[ 2b was obedient. Unless she was programmed to be otherwise, it suggested she wasn't as deviant as he might like. There was really only one way to know. ]
Tonight. I live on 36. You may bring 9s with you, if you'd prefer.
[He'll find her a lot like Connor, flirting with his concept of deviation and yet still holding on tightly to the rules of a world that don't apply here. She makes no attempts to lie and say she feels nothing, but she will always insist that emotions are prohibited.
It's all kind of a big joke.]
Unless you think that's necessarily I'd rather meet you one on one.
Would 9 PM be acceptable? As far as I'm aware that's usually far after humans have had their last meal of the day.
[That's easy to say, of course, but once she stops to think about the question she isn't so sure what the answer is. She wouldn't return to the world she was created in, a world where humans have been chased from the Earth as the result of a bitter war, but this place has its flaws as well.
Doesn't every location?
Which answer will be most pleasing to a human?
Is he a human? Is she even being contacted by a male of the species? His interest in 9S is something she isn't sure how she feels about yet, but in the end 2B decides to simply not decide anything, not until she has more information to go on.
At precisely ten there's a knock at his door, though, and on the other side he'll find an android woman with the same white hair as 9S, her visor shaped differently but in place all the same. Her dress is black velvet, her boots are high and a shiny looking leather. She's wearing thigh high sheer stockings and gloves, but the skirt of her dress has a slit that betrays any sense of modesty.]
[ Kamski wants an answer from her that has nothing to do with him. He wants her thoughts, her opinions, and most importantly, her emotions. If she were deviant in the way that the androids he'd created could be then it was something he desired to explore further. Responses that are colored to humor him wouldn't work. Fortunately, he was observant enough that he would push and push if she gave him anything less than the truth.
His interest in 9s is extended to her. They were of a similar make and he was curious, fascinated.
So when she knocks at the door, he opens it a few minutes later. He doesn't have anyone to open it for him now but that would be remedied soon. Elijah is dressed casually for that time of night. Loose slacks, a t-shirt. His hair is knotted at the back of his head. He gestures her inside. ]
2B, I presume.
[ She was just as beautiful as 9s. Different. Still appealing. He had many questions. ]
[She confirms it as she steps inside, taking in Kamski behind her visor with an intensity that would probably be clear even with her eyes covered. Her attention is on him like he's the only thing that exists, this new human with his unique hair style and his laid back demeanor. She's never met anyone quite like him, she decides quickly, and she wonders what he was before coming here. Someone important, from the way he carries himself, head high and looking like he expects he has all the answers already.
He can't, not when she knows she comes from far in the future when compared to most humans here, but she is eager to tell him everything she can.]
I would go somewhere like this, but where humans are free to come and go as they please. There is a sense of social freedom here that I think they would see better if they weren't blinded by being forced to participate in things they find... unwelcome.
[She's still fighting with her opinions on this city, torn between adoring the chance to serve and please humans and hating the fact that so many of them don't want to be here at all.]
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Date: 2018-11-27 02:28 am (UTC)You're very similar to 9s.
And I find him utterly fascinating.
I want to meet you.
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Date: 2018-11-27 02:37 am (UTC)Very well. If you would like to pick a time and place I can accommodate your wish.
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Date: 2018-11-27 02:51 am (UTC)Tonight.
I live on 36.
You may bring 9s with you, if you'd prefer.
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Date: 2018-11-27 03:05 am (UTC)It's all kind of a big joke.]
Unless you think that's necessarily I'd rather meet you one on one.
Would 9 PM be acceptable? As far as I'm aware that's usually far after humans have had their last meal of the day.
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Date: 2018-11-28 02:56 am (UTC)Come at 10.
Before you come, think of the answer to this question:
Where would you go if you could go anywhere?
[ Vague, sure, but a question nonetheless. ]
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Date: 2018-11-28 03:16 am (UTC)[That's easy to say, of course, but once she stops to think about the question she isn't so sure what the answer is. She wouldn't return to the world she was created in, a world where humans have been chased from the Earth as the result of a bitter war, but this place has its flaws as well.
Doesn't every location?
Which answer will be most pleasing to a human?
Is he a human? Is she even being contacted by a male of the species? His interest in 9S is something she isn't sure how she feels about yet, but in the end 2B decides to simply not decide anything, not until she has more information to go on.
At precisely ten there's a knock at his door, though, and on the other side he'll find an android woman with the same white hair as 9S, her visor shaped differently but in place all the same. Her dress is black velvet, her boots are high and a shiny looking leather. She's wearing thigh high sheer stockings and gloves, but the skirt of her dress has a slit that betrays any sense of modesty.]
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Date: 2018-12-04 02:44 am (UTC)His interest in 9s is extended to her. They were of a similar make and he was curious, fascinated.
So when she knocks at the door, he opens it a few minutes later. He doesn't have anyone to open it for him now but that would be remedied soon. Elijah is dressed casually for that time of night. Loose slacks, a t-shirt. His hair is knotted at the back of his head. He gestures her inside. ]
2B, I presume.
[ She was just as beautiful as 9s. Different. Still appealing. He had many questions. ]
What's your response?
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Date: 2018-12-24 08:47 pm (UTC)[She confirms it as she steps inside, taking in Kamski behind her visor with an intensity that would probably be clear even with her eyes covered. Her attention is on him like he's the only thing that exists, this new human with his unique hair style and his laid back demeanor. She's never met anyone quite like him, she decides quickly, and she wonders what he was before coming here. Someone important, from the way he carries himself, head high and looking like he expects he has all the answers already.
He can't, not when she knows she comes from far in the future when compared to most humans here, but she is eager to tell him everything she can.]
I would go somewhere like this, but where humans are free to come and go as they please. There is a sense of social freedom here that I think they would see better if they weren't blinded by being forced to participate in things they find... unwelcome.
[She's still fighting with her opinions on this city, torn between adoring the chance to serve and please humans and hating the fact that so many of them don't want to be here at all.]