abandonware | i n [B] o x . // acata.

[ She briefly considers turning around at the sight of A2. Truthfully, she can only recall bits and pieces of whatever had transpired between them, but there's this nagging feeling in the back of her mind that she probably said too much. (And considering how her interactions with other people had gone while deliriously sick, she's not too hopeful about this one being any less embarrassing).

In the end though, boredom and curiosity win out. A2 stands dangerously close to the edge of the water, looking awfully mad (or at least more than usual). ]

Surprised the whole damn lake hasn't started boiling with the way you're looking at it.

[ Mermaids giggle and splash in the distance, and Zero quirks her brow. ]

They fuck with you? They've been doing a lot of that apparently.

[A2 is pacing along the lake's edge in the slow and deliberate movements of a predator. She does look annoyed, moreso than usual.

There is a movement, suddenly, in the dark water, and A2 violently kicks up dirt and sand in the direction of this. One of the mermaids, having tried to reach for one of her ankles, rears back, hissing, and disappears below again. A2 sucks in a breath through her teeth, frustrated.

Only then does she look up to Zero, and her expression gradually evens out into being unreadable.]

Guess I'm bored.

[...] Surprised you're not dead. You looked like it, the last time I saw you.

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Bored? Sorry, weren't you the one who gave me shit for trying to hurt living things for no reason?

[ Her gaze flickers to the water again and she feels the slightest bit of sympathy for the mermaids. Those fishy bitches were really out here fighting the good fight. Zero snorts derisively when A2 speaks though her gaze remains on the other.]

Disappointed the plague didn't finish the job for you?

[ She doesn't sound particularly offended though. ]

Shit killed me once before I got here. So I guess I've built up immunity to it. Lucky me, right?

I have a reason.

[Her pacing slows some. She steps into ideal grabbing range and waits for a moment, her eyes on the water.

She wonders if Zero is just exaggerating, or if she really had died. There were so many ghosts here now that she wouldn't be surprised if it were the latter. Either way, she doesn't seem surprised.]

If I wanted to kill you, I had my chance already. Seems like a waste to let something else finish the job.

Aw, you really do know how to charm a girl.

[ Zero draws closer to the water, though not enough to be grabbed by anything that might lurk beneath the lake's surface. ]

They like music– if you're trying to lure in one of the fishy bitches. You're also apparently supposed to be nice to them, so I guess that's why you haven't been having much luck.

[ Glass houses sure are neat, huh?]

Why would I be nice to these assholes...

[An actual, genuine question, said in a mutter. She steps back from the shore a fraction, so as not to be distracted and get pulled under (again.) She takes this moment to study Zero, carefully.]

Well? Can you make music?

[ Zero is apparently not the only person who lives in a glass house. ]

You're a weirdly simple person, you know that? It'd be cute, I guess.. if it wasn't for everything else.

[ As for that other part, well– she mulls it over for a second. Like she's trying to figure out if the information is worth sharing. ]

And yeah– I can. Why? Are you asking me to help you?

[A2 scoffs, irritated at the implication but not wanting to say anything too bad and ruin her opportunity to lure the mermaids to their deaths and/or maiming.

How do you ask someone for help without actually...asking...for help...]

I don't know how to make music.

[She's barely heard music. Snippets of it, in her brief moments of time in the Resistance Camp, playing from the old device that other android had found.

...Sometimes those odd twins sung, she thinks. Maybe, she can't be sure. Notes and snatches of song, soft and quiet and almost ashamed, as if they were afraid of being caught.

She sighs. And with the utmost reluctance:]

...So yeah.

You're really that serious about it..

[ She shouldn't have any qualms with offering a song to further someone's revenge. Even before the flower– before her voice found strength only after everyone who stood in her way was slain, this was never a craft or art. Never something that was really hers.

They did not teach whores to read, or do arithmetic, or anything else that might empower them. But they did teach them to sing, dance and play the strings so that every girl would grow to become a worthwhile investment.

Making music has never been a bloodless endeavor, but something about this unsettles her still. ]

Tell me why and I'll think about it. I'm not really in the business of handing out favors to the every bitch who tries to kill me.

[ Despite the nature of her words there's no malice in them. ]

[This is the second time she's been asked to give a reason behind the inflicting of violence, and it's the second time she's left somewhat troubled by it. She was defined by combat, by battle. Her very existence revolved around it, and so she depended on it. There had never needed to be a reason before, and so now given the opportunity to think about it, she realizes the pointlessness of it.

One of the fish creatures pokes its head out of the water, for air perhaps. She cannot be sure. It is smaller than the others, and stares balefully at her. She stares back, not blinking, until it flusters, and disappears again.

...]

Forget it.

Did they fuck with yo–

[ She knows immediately that that's wrong, even before she can finish her query. The sprites had fucked with them both, but A2 had still stepped in– swinging her big dumb sword around like it carried the whole of her ego. She'd been their knight, probably in the name of some 'all life is precious' high horse.

If these things had bothered just her, she wouldn't be this way, right? ]

Did they fuck with someone you know? Is that it?

[She looks over, caught off guard. Bothered by this too, the fact she'd been found out so easily.

She frowns.]

I said forget it. Why do you even care?

You asked me for help, dumbass. Remember?

[ She glances sidelong at A2, realizing she'd probably been right. ]

Your business is only your business till you try and get someone else involved.

[ ... ]

Don't look so surprised. You're not exactly the toughest nut to crack. Just because you frown most of the time doesn't mean you're not easy to read.

That's not what I meant.

[She doesn't seem willing to clarify what she does mean, though, and so the response comes out almost petulant.]

...

Someone I haven't seen in a while got pulled down there.

[ That wording gets a look from her. She doesn't quite smile, but there's a note of amusement in her voice when she speaks.]

I think the word you're looking for is friend.

[ She's very much aware of hypocrisy. Knows full well that she herself would never dare to refer the few that she'd cared for or been amicable with as friends. But perhaps that's why she feels even more compelled to bother A2 about it. ]

Never pegged you as the shy type, but I guess I should have. I'm learning so much today.

[ But all teasing aside– ]

Doubt the person they pulled in would want to see you get torn from limb to limb by some slutty fish. They're stronger than they look, you know.

I'm not shy.

[She sounds annoyed, but it's more bark than bite, honestly. She knows she's being made fun of and has no real way to contest it other than bristling at it. She's not in the mood to start a fight over nothing, which is incredible progress, honestly.

Besides, Zero is right, which is an awful thought to have.]

Are you concerned about my well-being all of a sudden?

[ Zero scoffs. ]

Can't I give sound advice without being accused of caring about you?

[ She sounds just a little bit offended, but it's hard to tell how genuine that is. ]

I was going to say that I doubt you're someone anyone really needs to be worried about. But if you're going around trying to start wars with everyone who so much as looks at your friends wrong– well, maybe someone else should worry about you.

[A2 raises an eyebrow. She studies Zero with a sharp sort of focus, an assessing thoughtfulness.]

And is someone else supposed to be you?

[a pause.]

No thanks. One human who can't mind their own business is enough.

[...]

You're kind of scrawny, anyway.

What part of I don't care are you not getting?

[ She's just a little terse, perhaps unnecessarily agitated by the fact that the assumption keeps getting repeated (even if it is a joke). ]

I'm all about minding my own business, you were the one who roped me in with your stupid murder plot.

[ She points a finger accusingly. ]

And I might not have a giant metal ass like you, but I can sure as hell kick yours half way across this lake.

And I told you to forget about it. But somehow, you're still here. Isn't that strange. [She points out, again. A2's reactions are deadened to the point where it's hard to say if she's amused or not, but there's a slight drop to her voice that suggests it.]

Oh yeah? You did a such a great job last time.

That's some tough talk, coming from someone who cried over a getting some dust in her eye.

[ She's too easily egged on, and far too eager to turn the conversation in a direction that doesn't lead to implying that she's capable of sympathy. ]

I've taken out big, stupid metal things way stronger than you! And besides, I don't remember losing. All I remember is the stupid look on your face when those dumb birds shat glitter all over you.

Should've pulled that machine arm of yours off. [A2's eyes narrow a fraction, though her tone stays shallowly pleasant.] Then I guess we'd see who was crying.

[She walks forward, slowly. Doesn't draw her sword, but she keeps the weight of her gaze on Zero.]

There aren't any birds around now. Or are you all talk?

Oh, are we doing this? Here?

[ Zero tilts her head, smiling pleasantly. She folds her hands behind her back, a foreign and almost demure poise in the way she stands. ]

Didn't expect you to proposition me all of a sudden and out here in the open, but gosh darn it, I just can't say no to you.

[ One of her hands brushes just slightly against the hilt of her sword, but she doesn't move anymore than that. ]

It won't be the same as before, not with how I am now– but I'm sure I can still show you good time.

i n [B] o x . // acata.

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