Time for your regularly scheduled contact !

this is Operator 6O, time for your regularly scheduled contact!

she’s from that heart-destroying vidya game nier: automata! she’s a minor character who deserves more than she’s given.

this lil lady comes from route c! for those of you who don’t know nier, that doesn’t matter! for those of you that do, :) Perish.

she lived in space for all of her three years of life okay. space is very boring to her at this rate.

if you ask her about zodiac signs or things like that she won’t shut up

she really likes flowers and animals!

can’t pay attention for more than five seconds

useless lesbian. meaning she’s probably the type to not know if she’s actually dating someone or not.

honestly, 2b?

she wants to be your friend most likely

“haha!” roughly translates to “i’m in immense emotional turmoil please for the love of god help me”

“... Huh.”

6O certainly wasn’t expecting to end up in a place like this after her last adventure. The little android seemed a bit dumbfounded. And lost! This was an entirely new city which, any other time, would fill her with excitement and wonder. Unfortunately, a lot of that excitement and wonder is quickly crushed out of existence when you’re tossed to and fro between... literal different universes.

That isn’t to say she’s still not uneasy as all hell. Absolutely not.

Going home would have lead her to a place built on... well. Deceit, and false truths, and not to mention her very death. Here’s to hoping she could avoid some of those heavier topics here! The little android gave her head a shake, forced a smile onto her face, and tried to trek into this Fibonacci Ward with an air of confidence in her stride.

@6owo

“before you ask me: yes, i have no idea what i’m doing.” yang laughs, partly out of embarrassment. laying next to her on the bench is a bouquet of flowers, bright, colorful and inviting, mostly composed of yellow and purple hues. 

“this was for someone else, but– well, it doesn’t really matter, it’s whatever. anyway! i thought to myself ‘hey why not make flower crowns with it?’ because why not, these flower are really pretty after all.” she quickly pauses the diy video on her phone and properly looks at her one person audience for the first time. “turns out i’m not really good at crafting stuff. yet.”

“Well, um, if it makes you feel any better- I don’t know what you’re doing either!” 6O let out a nervous laugh as she approached the blonde on the bench. She wasn’t just saying that out of politeness. She genuinely had... no idea what this stranger was trying to make. It was, admittedly, the flowers that caught her attention. A bouquet. Usually exchanged between two humans who were courting one another, if her memory served her right.

The android cocked her head curiously to one side at this stranger’s words. She hardly had time to think about her question before it came spilling out of her mouth in the form of a genuinely curious chirp.

“What’s a flower crown?”

This place didn’t feel at all like Earth to them, but there were no other places they could be now that the Bunker was gone. Aside from that, there was no place they had ever heard of called Hive City. The android took a second to look around once more; it all felt artificial, even by the standards of the old world ruins they had seen. Although it seemed just as ancient.

A2 let out a sigh and the wooden katana in their hand dissipated, then reformed in the ring of light that held it in place on their back. The operator clearly knew not a damn thing and yelling at her any more wouldn’t change that.

“Great. That was almost helpful.” They complained. “As for YoRHa, suffice it to say we’re all that’s left. It’s probably not what you wanna hear right now, but tough shit. At least you’re still alive.” That was about as comforting as A2 could get. But they knew precisely what it was like to lose everything you cared for, and it was that sympathy which kept them from leaving the other android to wallow in her own sadness.

“So…you got a model number?”

A2′s coldness was flying clean over the operator’s head at this point. Her cheerful demeanor was quickly disappearing, instead being replaced by what could only be described as pure dread. They were the only ones left.

“Th-That can’t be true.” She said with a nervous, fluttery laugh. The shorter android curled in on herself slightly, drawing in a heaving breath. “I-I-I mean, I was just... I was just talking to 21O before I got here! Sh-she was... she was yelling at me because I w-wasn’t paying attention. She... caught me looking at flowers, and... and... and she got mad and...” Her babble dissolved into something that wasn’t quite intelligible. Little trembles racked the android’s body, pale eyes blowing wide with disbelief.

“And- and 2B w-was just out on the surface! I-I’d just gotten through w-with contacting her before 21O y-yelled at me! She... she showed me a picture of a desert rose!” A hand lifted to tug anxiously at one of her braids, her knees knocking together. A sob bubbled out of her, loud and sudden.

The little fit lasted for a few moments. By the time the operator shook herself out of it, she directed her attention back to the unit in front of her with a pitiful sounding sniffle.

Noire thinks for a moment.  “Yeah…  Memes are hard to describe.”  She brings her hand up to her mouth in contemplation.

“I guess they’re like a joke consisting of only a punchline, so the set-up is implied.”

“... That’s a really weird way to set up a joke..” She mused, tapping at her chin with a finger and scrunching her nose up a bit. “Traditionally, there’s a set-up and then a punchline- at least, that’s what I’ve read up on. There’s also puns, which are just plays on words.”

Noire looks up from her phone hesitantly.  ‘She seems serious… but it would be pretty embarrassing to explain it if she is joking.’

After a few seconds of deliberating, the goddess decides to help out.  “Uh, its a, uh, a meme?”  She tenses up, worrying that she’s just played into a joke.

Nope, no part of 6O was joking. She spent all of her life up in the Bunker, in space, with no knowledge of ‘memes’ or anything of that nature! Just ancient textbooks to go by.

‘Surprise’ was something she’d always been told not to express, but her stay in Hive City had loosened 2B’s intention to follow the protocol set forth for her by YoRHa. YoRHa was not an organization in this realm nor did it ever have a chance of obtaining influence. She wasn’t bound by their rules nor their mission, and as an android that had grown tired of her life of destruction she’d quietly embraced that freedom. 

“6… 6O?” It was the first she’d seen of anyone from her home world since seeing 9S over a year ago. 6O was her operator, her guide, and while they didn’t exactly spend much time together physically as a result they were in constant verbal communication with one another. It had been 6O that had taught her about flowers, among other things. Like 9S she was troublingly interested in human culture.

And 2B being 2B, of course, had acted all huffy about it. But she’d always assumed 6O had seen through that act.

“It’s okay, you’re not alone.” She removed her visor and looked down at the other android wrapped around her torso. She (awkwardly) patted her head in a manner that was meant to be reassuring, but reassurance wasn’t really her strong point. 

“I’m not sure why you’re so relieved to see me though. You more than anyone should know I’m not good at this kind of thing.” Socializing.

Rather than ‘seeing through’ the act, 6O more... ignored the huffiness entirely. She was stubborn, that way. 21O was kind of the same way! Always reprimanding her for getting off-task and doing something unrelated to her duties... that grumpiness and need to abide by rules and law was just a part of her fellow operator’s personality. No point in shaming someone for who they are, right? Right!

Awkward pats aside, having 2B here was a relief. Especially given the ominous things A2 had said earlier. She tilted her head upwards to look at 2B, more than a little shocked to see her friend had gone as far as to remove her visor.

How rebellious! It was clear from the wrinkle at the corner of 6O’s eyes, that she was smiling just a bit wider.

“Oh, please, 2B! You’re better at it than you were when we first met!” She said with a bubbly laugh and a faint roll of her eyes. “Besides, why wouldn’t I be happy to see you? I haven’t talked to you in ages!” (A couple hours to a day since 6O had been brought to Hive, not a long time at all.)