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[howlongiwonder]

who: 2B and whomever responds (probably perimeter guard members)
what: settling in with the guard (various prompts)
when: frontdated to after the picnic on april 10th
where: the Guard barracks
warnings: not really


i
[A new recruit has arrived, and she's quick to introduce herself.]

YoRHa unit number two, type B reporting. I'm projected to join the Perimeter Guard of Riverview Quarantine in the near future. When that happens we will participate in shared missions.

Let's work together to ensure future success.

[She states matter-of-factly, fist to the chest in an unusual salute.]

ii
[Okay, before anyone joins anything it's time for physical evaluation and conditioning, or as it's more widely known - boot camp.

Stamina training, obstacle course, weight lifting. It doesn't matter what she's told to do, 2B completes the exercise swiftly and without any complaints. She's not even winded at the end and wearing a blindfold doesn't seem to inconvenience her in any way. Is she even a human? Of course she's not, is she.

How about this then - peeling potatoes in the kitchen. Someone has to do it, right? Just this one time, 2B looks rather pouty at the task. She's still doing it though.]

iii
[Time for weapons practice. 2B stands in front of the weapon rack, pondering her situation. In the end, she's here to fight. No support pod, no operator, it's going to be different than before. Possibly much harder.

But that's not the only thing that's different. She's going to fight, but not to kill. She'll protect others. She'll protect humans. 2B allows herself a small momentary smile. If you look at it like that, it doesn't sound too bad.]

Right. This should be fine.

[She picks up a training baton from the rack and proceeds to swing and spin it around a few times for good measure. Time to get started - are there any onlookers to comment? Or perhaps join in the practice?]

Comments

[morganknight]

Oh, well.

[Morgan shoves off her quickly, mostly because he believes she'd risk fare more pain to break the lock than a spar deserves, and he doesn't want that for her. He skips back a couple paces as he regains his footing, dropping back into a ready stance.]

[howlongiwonder]

[2B finds herself freed from the pin before she could free herself. That was certainly unexpected. She looks at Morgan, then down on her body, then back at him, confused.]

What was that about?

[morganknight]

It's a spar, there's no point in you enduring pain to break out of a pin when there's nothing at stake.

[Whether or not she could have, Morgan isn't sure -- she's tremendously strong, but strength only has so much advantage against leverage and positioning. Either way, though... no, there's no point in the pain of it.]

[howlongiwonder]

It's a spar, but isn't this taking things too easy?

[2B also isn't sure if she could break the pin or not, which is why this abandonment puzzles her. It's hardly the only thing she's feeling at the moment though. She folds her arms, dropping out of a fighting stance.]

I think that will do for now.

All the combat data we got here needs analysis, too.

[Fighting as training, and not to defeat the other person. So that's how it feels like.]

[morganknight]

Every spar is taking things too easy, because if it was an actual fight where the results mattered I'd be using the most absolutely effective means possible.

[That's just how it is! Morgan lets the tension out of his muscles as well, offering a lazy grin across their impromptu arena.]

And having worked up an appetite from all that -- would you care to accompany me out for some food?

[howlongiwonder]

I understand that part.

[Are all spars like that then? And yet on some level they are quite useful, 2B can understand that. How strange.]

I don't... really eat.

[morganknight]

I kind of guessed that! Which is why I put it the way I did!

[Accompanying him didn't mean she had to eat something, after all.]

Point was, I'd care for your company, if you'd be willing.

[howlongiwonder]

[2B recalls food she came across recently. It's not that she has to eat it, but...]

No, I'm good.

I need to stay here anyway.

[morganknight]

Swing and a miss. [But Morgan doesn't mind. He isn't sure if she picked up the implications of his question, but her failure to do so is ultimately exactly the same as if she had. C'est la vie!] Let me at least introduce myself though. Morgan Knight.

[howlongiwonder]

Ah.

[This is when she suddenly realizes that they were sparring for a while without really knowing each other.]

YoRHa unit number 2 type B.

"2B" is fine.

[morganknight]

[Sparring is one of the best ways to get to know someone. Morgan learned a lot about her during their clash!]

[...although admittedly, if he'd learned her name first, he wouldn't have been wondering if she was a robot all this time, because come on that's not even subtle.]

[Eh. Morgan steps closer and sticks out a fist for her to bump.] It was a good match, I enjoyed the hell out of it. I hope I see you around again, maybe for another round.

[howlongiwonder]

Oh?

[She glances at the fist, looking rather confused. The gesture feels a little bit familiar but 2B is still not sure what are you supposed to do here.]

Ah, yes.

It was informative. When we fight another match like that, I will make sure to adjust my actions with data I just got.

[morganknight]

[Morgan reaches out for her wrist, to tug her hand in to demonstrate proper fistbump technique.] Oh yeah, next time I'll be ready for you. [Yes, that's a gleeful challenge in his eyes.]

[howlongiwonder]

[She nods in acknowledgement while returning the fistbump, if slowly and awkwardly.

Though 2B's expression is not easy to read, it's a wistful one right now. She just realized where she remembers this gesture from. Who used to do it.]

Yeah...

[morganknight]

[No, it isn't easy to read. He still isn't certain if she has proper eyes (although by now, he is reasonably convinced she does). Having that part of her face covered complicates things.]

[He isn't insensitive to her sudden hesitation, but he also doesn't have any options to directly address it -- so he files it away for future reference, letting his hands drop.] See you around then!