She's run diagnostics several times over, and the result remains the same. Functionality at 100%. Nil internal damage. Nil external damage. Nil damage. How that's even possible... the answer eludes her. She should be offline. She was offline- dead, for definitions of the word.
There's no time to sit and ponder the matter. Once she's conscious, 2B is up. Climbing across the rocky ground close by the manapool, she's hindered only by the weapons in her hands- a shorter blade with a haphazardly crafted sheith of cloth tying it to her waist, and a much... larger sword and axe, dragging across the ground behind her.]
9S! Pod!
[No response.]
...A2?
[Also no response. Even with her eyes obscured by the blindfold neatly tied over them, 2B still exhibits one very strong sense of frustration.
One that is eventually carried over to curt attempts at conversation, to whoever gets close enough to talk to.]
You. Where are we?
ii. B4 || don't you dare close your eyes
[Most of the functions of her visor are gone, but she's thankful for what remains- her Map HUB is still intact, providing at least a basic outline of the area as she ventures further inland. She won't become lost anytime soon, regardless of how unfamiliar the landscape may be- a small blessing, but one she'll take full advantage of.
The second HUD still working is for sound waves. It's never been the most useful- most enemies are seen well before 2B has ever required reliance on other senses, but this world is different in many ways.
Relying on sight isn't what stops her from walking straight into the path of one large, beastly serpent, the erratic shifting of the wavelengths her only indication to step back before it launches at her.
It misses her by scant inches. The two swords she's been lugging around go down with a clatter, the small, seemingly ill-dressed woman hefting up an axe that's nearly her superior in height.
Running? Perish the thought. As the snake coils on itself, head-turning to hiss at her, 2B is-- running straight at it. A smart move, well thought out, and clearly the wisest option.
2B || OTA (spoilers for the first prompt my dudes!)
[The virus is gone.
She's run diagnostics several times over, and the result remains the same. Functionality at 100%. Nil internal damage. Nil external damage. Nil damage. How that's even possible... the answer eludes her. She should be offline. She was offline- dead, for definitions of the word.
There's no time to sit and ponder the matter. Once she's conscious, 2B is up. Climbing across the rocky ground close by the manapool, she's hindered only by the weapons in her hands- a shorter blade with a haphazardly crafted sheith of cloth tying it to her waist, and a much... larger sword and axe, dragging across the ground behind her.]
9S! Pod!
[No response.]
...A2?
[Also no response. Even with her eyes obscured by the blindfold neatly tied over them, 2B still exhibits one very strong sense of frustration.
One that is eventually carried over to curt attempts at conversation, to whoever gets close enough to talk to.]
You. Where are we?
ii. B4 || don't you dare close your eyes
[Most of the functions of her visor are gone, but she's thankful for what remains- her Map HUB is still intact, providing at least a basic outline of the area as she ventures further inland. She won't become lost anytime soon, regardless of how unfamiliar the landscape may be- a small blessing, but one she'll take full advantage of.
The second HUD still working is for sound waves. It's never been the most useful- most enemies are seen well before 2B has ever required reliance on other senses, but this world is different in many ways.
Relying on sight isn't what stops her from walking straight into the path of one large, beastly serpent, the erratic shifting of the wavelengths her only indication to step back before it launches at her.
It misses her by scant inches. The two swords she's been lugging around go down with a clatter, the small, seemingly ill-dressed woman hefting up an axe that's nearly her superior in height.
Running? Perish the thought. As the snake coils on itself, head-turning to hiss at her, 2B is-- running straight at it. A smart move, well thought out, and clearly the wisest option.
Yep. No problems here.]