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𝟬𝟳 - "I see... So you must be a synthetic lifeform yourself, then?" EVE had been surprised that someone had noticed, but perhaps it wasn't that strange. The humans in this world were closer to the "originals". Because she'd never technically met one before, she didn't realize just how different their eyes were. This woman had realized through a single glance at EVE's eyes that she was not "human" as most others would interpret that term.
"But as you've concluded... Yes. While I am what would pass as "human" where I come from, I am technically an andro-eidos. An artificial mockery that was create to replace what was long lost." It wasn't common knowledge. The "humans" of her Earth just believed they were what humans were supposed to be. "I suppose that all sounds rather... complicated?"
Ivy had met a small number of other machines on the island, and expected the most common story among them from this one. Created by humans, for humans — for what other reason would they need to take their forms? This response caught her off-guard, her stare dropping from the other's face to the ground. Back and forth her eyes flickered along a stretch of concrete, her processing working harder than before to catch up to where she should be in this exchange.
"...Yes, I am also a synthetic lifeform..." she began, her gaze moving back to meet EVE's. Her confusion was evident in the lines of her face, but the silence had lasted long enough. "I'm sorry; it's difficult for me to understand a motive so different from our creation. Humans no longer existed, yet you were created in their image? Who thought of this...?"
This meeting taught Ivy something new: an existence not far from her own could make her feel both a strong sense of pity and envy.
"This laughter is going to drive me up the goddamn wall."
Was the only thought that ran through her mind upon hearing it yet again right after the man spoke up. This had to be one of those shows people always watched but it was only when one was sitting in the seat of the cast that you realize just how grating it was. Even more so when someone was implying the one next to her was her marriage partner.
"Did I really wear the dino onesie there?" Another laugh, one Architect almost snapped at even if the individual couldn't have been seen. "And wait why did she get to wear the suit? Why wasn't I in it? She'd rock a dress better then I could!"
Better question on her mind, why wasn't it a shark suit?
"Ok well we're married let's go with that! Did we kiss at the alter?" A stupid question but one she needed to know. "Really hearing your recount might be the best thing for the two of us. Down to every little detail if you must."
Processing the illogical responses from the other two participants in this conversation left Ivy silent for a while. As little as what they said immediately made sense, it was an interesting puzzle to piece together this "life" created for her.
She was still considering the reason for it, as well — and she had a solid idea of it by now. Further questions about their wedding disrupted her thoughts, her eyes boring inquisitive holes in Architect's face.
"Who doesn't? I almost expected you to come up with some other off-the-wall idea, but you can be conventional sometimes! Isn't that right, cuz?" the man answered. Ivy looked at him, but didn't legitimize that with a vocal response. He shrugged and switched gears.
"Hey, I'm sure the girls are getting anxious waiting in the car! I'll let em in, okay? They're gonna be so happy to see you every day!"
He hustled back toward the open doorway, his watery trail turning into a V shape on their floor. Ivy silently furrowed her brow, convinced no one had given him the go-ahead on this, but in the mood to ignore him for the time being.
"...'The girls' must be a number of dogs," she said to Architect, inferring as much from the earlier montage. She expected them to charge in shortly if Architect also allowed him to leave.
"This situation seems to be a fictional domestic scenario we've been placed in by the Stars. Do you think knowing about 'our past' will help us end it?"
It sounded a little overwhelming, but perhaps it's only because Ismael didn't know a world like the one Ivy was from. Everything sounded a little WAY ahead of its time in a way.
Smiling, Ismael holds out her hand for Ivy to take, "Just so that way you're not thrown out there, we'll take things slow, okay? It may be a whole lot different from what you're used to." no, there was no May. Ivy knew it was very different.
Ismael extended her hand invitingly. Ivy stared at it, processing the meaning. No explanation came forward as unquestionably correct.
So, she did her best and selected the most common human motivation for such a gesture. Pushing past a flicker of hesitation, Ivy reached out and shook Ismael's hand firmly.
"Thank you. I will adapt, just like you. You look young for your position here."
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▣ Seemingly, the reactions she received from other machines in the city were all quite different when she told them about how she was treated. It was a little jarring to learn that they didn't have the same struggles that she did in other worlds, or that at least they had managed to overcome them. Would there be a reckoning like that for the humans in her City? If so, she hoped it wasn't one that came with bloodshed.
"I... understand your sentiment, I believe. But I also believe some humans are good, or I'd like to think that they all have the capacity to be..." Like Morgan, for example. There must have been other humans like her Adonai and father that would accept her not as an Add but as a "person".
She placed a hand on her hip triumphantly when asked about her self defense capabilities.
"Father designed me with military grade results in mind. My synthetic muscles are strong enough to lift a vehicle, and my processing power is so great that I can break any encryption with time." She sounded proud. But it was pride in her father's ability just as much as it was pride in herself. "...Or I would normally, but the Stars compromised my build quality."
That sounded like something Vanessa would say... a long, long time ago. On hearing that, she had a distant look in her eyes that soon passed as she listened further.
For now, Ivy wouldn't openly question the motives of designing Serra with "military grade results". "Understood. As long as something of your ability remains, you'll have a way of protecting yourself. I'm also willing to look out for you until your system is operating normally again."
Looking down, she approached the topic of humans with a cooler head.
"...Not all humans are cruel or evil. Enough simply don't care about us, no matter the world. But I've witnessed... what makes us no different from one another, so I don't want to hurt them again unless there is no other choice. Since arriving here, I've started seriously pursuing music composition instead..." Glancing up, she asked, "What will you do?"
When Pod 153 goes flying off on it's own, 9S feels dread. Really, it means well most of the time! But now, it's saying that there's an android-machine-like presence that is in need of repair. 9S really, really is hoping it's just someone's project or something but... it's instead a young woman.
She almost looks YoRHa, but Pod 153 confirmed on the way that it didn't detect any familiar black box. It was something foreign, but similar enough to warrant it's concern. Fortunately, it was in a lesser populated area of the Golden Ward, which was easy to get to from his apartment.
Destination reached. Suggestion: Repair broken unit.
Really, really he wishes he could have gotten the first word in. Pod 153 is too blunt! He has got to teach this thing to not say stuff like that aloud! 9S immediately puts up his hands and takes a half step back, the young woman already looking annoyed.
"Sorry! Sorry! It's-- that's just it's job, to look for units like me and offer support."
Well, not really, but Pod 153 stays blessedly quiet.
"Um, I'm Unit 9S of YoRHa, but my friends call me Nines. You... aren't part of YoRHa, are you? And uh, do you need help...?"
Ivy was wary of the hovering machine, reminded of the drones under the control of ARC. With no immediate threat to her system, however, she felt no need to strike it. Instead she listened to its diagnosis and tilted her head, eyes still narrowed in distrust.
"Units like you..." she repeated when a young man spoke, claiming some direct knowledge of the machine. It was simple to guess he was a robot as well, very similar in visual build to an Architect. "YoRHa", he said.
She looked down at her hands, wondering if the machine may have perceived her inconsistent skin covering as damage. There were other anomalies, limitations, and potential damage to her inner workings, but it would have to be quite advanced to pick up on that. The possibility was intriguing.
"There is no entry on YoRHa in my system," she said simply, her eyes back on the machine. They shifted over to him shortly. "I'm Ivy. Unit 9S, how comprehensive are your machine's scans?"
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"I don't think I've ever heard of such an instrument..." Nahida watched her hand movements carefully and took note that it must be related to how it's played.
The other's subtle encouragement helps a little, but she still has her doubts. "Would you like it if your favorite song were played on an otamatone? Or a kazoo?"
Ivy gave it some consideration. "I would approve of the effort, even if it wasn't performed up to the original standard."
"As for that instrument... handheld synthesizers like that are unique. If you have a interest in playing different instruments for the novelty of it, I would recommend trying one. I haven't tried a kazoo directly myself..."
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If Architect was being honest with herself (which really didn't happen often) absolutely nothing could prepare Architect for anything that'd transpire within the few moments she "sat down" on the sofa next to Ivy. The sudden situation reminded her of all those live performances and insanely choreographed shows. Not that she saw anything wrong with them, not until she was thrown into a situation like this in the first place...
"...Honeymoon?" Seeing Ivy look down at her ring only caused more confusion to start storing up inside her mind. And something about cousins? Nobody here could've been related, could they?
"Wait wait slow down what are you on about. That's just a ring right? Did I give her something special and forgot?"
"Woah, you guys skipping it or something? If you didn't have the cash to celebrate, then..." The man dug around in his wet front pockets, turning them inside out. Nothing at all fell to the floor. "...Not like I could have helped ya!"
The laughing rang out again. Ivy concluded it was coming from several places around the wall this time.
"I don't even recall a marriage," she said, standing up. In the silence of her system, she added, Let alone this house. What she'd learned of Architect so far suggested this wasn't her style, either.
"You're so forgetful, cuz! Or are you just dying to hear me recount your big day?" he strode over closer, first throwing his arm over Ivy's shoulder before she immediately brushed it off. It didn't stop his reminiscing, hand moving through the air before them as if painting a picture with his words. "You were wearing this slick suit, and she was wearing that big dinosaur costume... not my idea of romance, but you do you, yeah?" He winked in Architect's direction. Cue more laughing.
Ivy cracked a small smile at the image he crafted, turning it toward the floor. Absurd and false as it was, she'd fabricated worse memories for humans. This one was... entertaining.
It was wrapping up another shift at the cafe. Another peaceful day... another easy closing. It was worrisome. Before, the baddies had been far stronger when cooridinated by their commander, but they'd been capable of managing themselves alone. Never particularly competent, but they would at least hassle it and their friends allies every few days.
As it waved goodbye to the last customer and hung up its apron, it thought it was too quiet. It was almost a month ago that Seyra had sealed the vampire lord, Dealer. In that time, it had seen... maybe one attack from Phantom Hand. There was the possibility that the other solitary princesses were catching things before it took notice, but it had all seemed well and truly pathetic. The underlings had been sent scattering by the loss of their lord, and the captains were struggling to hold their leashes.
Well, all there is to do for now is put away today's unused product, count the safe, clean up and lock up. Simple enough, and they fall into the routine with ease until the sky abruptly goes dark.
Damn it.
They cast a look over their shoulder out the front window, and, yep- a Phantom Hander standing atop a nearby building. It feigns a surprised look at its phone, "SORRY, HAVE TO TAKE THIS," sets down the carton of creamer it was taking back and makes a mad dash out the door to the sound of its groaning coworkers.
The time Ivy spent in this world dragged on. Weeks passed with no familiar faces from that island in sight. At this point, "another human fictional property" and "another dream created by my form shutting down" seemed equally fair explanations for it. All she could do was persist under this world's laws, and this world had deemed her destructive to human society (again).
One of the heroes that continued to trouble her comrades stood out to her. It appeared to be robotic in nature, just as she was, but fought on the side of the humans. Ivy felt it was within her capacity to sway it to their side of radical reclamation, but she had never been that skilled at negotiating in a peaceful manner. It would be equally useful to simply take their charm by force — and she had much more experience in that.
So, after finding them through a café window today, she caught their attention the only way she knew how here. The sky darkened abnormally as she accumulated power, and from her high perch, she spotted that figure running out to face her in due time.
"It's been some time," she said to greet them. The expected next process was to wait for her opponent to transform, and she had something to do herself. Plucking a cute bird figurine she'd picked up below from her loose coat's pocket, she added, "Let's get through the formalities first. Phantom Illusion."
Tossing the figurine forward toward the street, it hovered in the air and warped in an even more oppressive darkness. Under the influence of her energy as captain, it became a monster a few times the size of a human. While keeping the cheery coloring and cartoonish proportions, its angles sharpened and its eyes became large red-and-black irises with same Phantom Hand symbol as on her coat in place of the pupils.
The monstrous bird dropped to the ground with a heavy landing, startling the few humans in the area into making their exits. It let out a peculiar roar, waiting for the Ace of Spades to be its opponent.
She should have known something was amiss. She felt lighter--smaller. Much smaller. The world seemed to have grown larger or she had shrunken, but her questuons are soon answered by this mouse. A mouse she understood word for word.
Turning her attention to Ivy (it has to be her), she shakes her head, agreeingly. "I am very confused," she admits. "However, we might find some answers. We should go home."
When she looks at the mouse, she gestures thankfully, "We appreciate your help!"
The squirrel nodded her acceptance to Yumine, while the mouse sniffed at the air proudly.
"You're welcome! Just keep going toward that big tower and you'll make it! Good luck!" they said, and scampered away along the protective blunt edge of the curb.
Ivy looked up, gauging their surroundings. Everything was higher and bigger than usual, and she couldn't rely on her logical processing power as an organic being. She persisted in thinking it over anyway, her tail twitching intermittently behind her.
"I can't fly like you, but if we follow a path with closely-growing trees, I can hop from one to another above the humans as well. Let's make our way ahead carefully until then," she suggested, then hopped up onto the sidewalk.
She'd try her luck against human feet over human vehicles.
The world from before disappeared, returning Ivy to her usual form. Now, she was put through snapshots of time to a cheery vocal track, mostly with a similarly out-of-place Architect. A chaotic encounter at a grocery store; a time spent exploring the city; a comfortable picnic interrupted by a man jumping up between them with five dogs rushing in to lick whichever face they could reach. Ivy couldn't even keep up with all of the fleeting situations by the time the music stopped.
Then she was firmly in a silent home. It was filled with sentimental human items, like framed photos, used cup coasters, and encouraging words quaintly carved into planks of wood. On guard but catching on to the crux of the issue, Ivy looked to Architect — placed familiarly beside her on the plush, centered sofa — and formed the words to speak.
"—CUZ!"
The front door was opened and kicked aside the rest of the way. The man that had interrupted the picnic strode in as if he owned the place, shouting that word of human relation at one of them. The lower half of his body was soaked, clothes dripping generously onto the rugs and wooden floor.
"Remember what I said about trying to keep fish next? Well, one thing led to another and I'm subletting the whole place to them now!"
Laughter from multiple voices came from somewhere. Certainly not any of the three currently in the room. (Ivy checked.)
"I hate to interrupt your honeymoon, but me and the girls need somewhere to stay for a bit! You'll look out for us, right, cousin?"
"Honeymoon?" A vacation or period of time immediately following a marriage? Looking down, Ivy did see an unfamiliar, sparkling ring on her hand.
— ☾ @explosivedesire
— ☾ crew call: family sitcom!
"—Hickory Park?" said a little mouse, looking between the two that had supposedly asked this question. "That's a long way from here. If that's your home, you better be careful around all the humans squeaking back!"
"Home...?" repeated Ivy, immediately noting her voice was different. Examining herself, she quickly noticed she'd become something else entirely: a gray squirrel. Her tail bristled in confusion.
"You could squeak underground, but that might be hard for you," the mouse said to her companion. Somehow, looking at the cute bird beside her, Ivy knew who she was: another outsider to this scene, and another performer for Starberry she'd crossed paths with before.
"This isn't making any sense to me, but..." the squirrel tilted her head. "Should we 'go home'?" Answers might await, there.
— ☾ @hcrpyiia
— ☾ crew call: the long journey home!
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Almost five months had passed since Ivy disappeared from the world she belonged in.
Today, when consumed by her thoughts in Archimedes Ward, she took the time to step inside a shop under a sign that read Ever Bloom. The quiet desire forming as her eyes passed over the abundant flowers outside wasn't satisfied with any of them.
She spent a little time browsing, each flower further from the one she could still recall from old memory files. Just before giving up, she opened her mouth to speak to a child caring for them.
"...Sorry to interrupt. I'm looking for a blue flower with five petals... humans would call the color 'robin's egg blue'."
Almost five months had passed, and she still knew nothing about what happened to Vanessa.
To celebrate Ivy reaching Subgiant, here’s a plotter call for people interested in pre-establishing (or officially establishing) relationships with her! She’s been around since January and isn’t too much of a shut-in, so she’s had some time to engage with others. I’ll set out some easy options, and you can LIKE THIS POST if you’re interested in one of them or motivated to share your own idea!
By liking, you're only agreeing to a conversation about this and the mutual ability to ask each other OOC questions to establish how well they know each other.
FRIENDS—
Fellow Machines: She’s going to empathize with these beings. Unless they’re 1) deeply submissive to humans and loud about it, or 2) aggressively interested in violence against humans and loud about it, she’ll feel most at peace in their presence.
Machine Lovers: if your non-robot is crazy about robots, she’d be intrigued by their uncommonly welcoming response to her.
Other Non-Humans: If your character feels distinctly like something other than human (even if they’re part human), they could have some interesting, respectful conversations.
Colleagues: This easily extends to anyone also involved with Starberry Productions, but also to any independent musical artists in the city. While she’s primarily a solo artist, she’d be interested in testing her versatility by collabing with anyone once.
Fans: Would your character love her music? Good! She’d be awkward but interested in interacting with fans.
Weaklings/Children: Is your muse powerless and very sweet about it? She will protect you. She insists.
Fellow Defenders: While she’s not eager to make herself known as a hero on the island, she’s likely to respect and casually work with other people who like to protect others.
Housemates/Neighbors: She currently lives in house 113. Anyone in that home or around it is someone she’d at least like to be civil with.
Invested In The Nature Of Spirale Existence: If your character is interested in understanding what's going on behind the scenes on the island, she'll join them in sharing the information she gathers.
SHIPPING—
Open to someone who develops their way out of the FRIENDS category! She’s never been in a relationship, so expect her to be confused throughout the process, but extremely devoted once she gets the hang of it. She's (potentially) interested in women/beings outside gender boxes.
ADVERSARIES—
Anti-Machine Beings: If your character is prejudiced against or interested in subjugating robots, they’ll obviously have some conflict here. I’m still interested in having them engage to see if we can make this better or worse!
Fellow Machines (Round Two): Did your character fall into 1) deeply submissive to humans and loud about it, or 2) aggressively interested in violence against humans and loud about it? Excellent! Let’s build some conflict and interesting dialogue between them.
Never Forgive, Never Forget: Ivy’s done some things that led to people dying. If your character would harshly judge anyone for a stain on their past, there would be some friction here.
Senseless Cruelty: If your character is the type to torment people openly for fun, she’d involve herself to get them to stop.
OTHER—
Maybe your character constantly needs their technology fixed? She's your robot! Got an interesting idea outside of all of these? I’d love to hear it!
