YoRHa Unit No.2 Type-B

an android designed to reclaim the earth from machine invaders

likes to preach about not showing emotions but is hiding the most emotions of all

can kick your ass

can kick anyone’s ass

has not only had to destroy machines but kill her fellow androids

she’s super tired of war and wants to live a more peaceful life

coming from a world where humans are hidden away she knows very little about human civilization and likes to act like she doesn’t care

she cares, she’s a good person

her outside is rough but deep down she’s soft please love her

not her first isola rodeo

@regdelete // starter call!

❅ : what weiss wants is to eventually venture out into the outer areas - the “branches,” as she’s both seen and heard them referred to - in order to thoroughly search the island and maybe, just maybe, find something she’s been missing in regards to the secrets of the island. the hope she holds is small, and the chance of finding anything unknown (much less useful) even smaller, but at this point she has no other goals than to be prepared for whatever trouble may come.

it keeps her mind off of her friends, at least. there’s also the matter of sharpening her combat skills - which is her current focus, here on the beach. the sky is clear, the sun is shining, and she has some usage of her abilities. weiss raises myrtenaster skyward, and it gleams in the light as she summons a glyph beneath her feet and one some distance away in the air where her rapier points. then: she leaps into the air, repelled by the glyph beneath her feet, and lands with some grace upon the one that is airborne.

‘a little rusty… but not too bad.’ then she notices the figure below, watching.

‘do you mind - oh!’ they’ve met, albeit only briefly. they’d been about to go shopping before matters had gotten… complicated upon the island, per usual. ‘i remember you. i don’t think we ever traded names, though. it looks like you haven’t made any terrible fashion decisions since last time, at least.’

▶ There was some semblance of peace to be found in exploring the areas outside of the city. For 2B, it reminded her of her time back on her own Earth. A planet that humans had long ago faded from, reclaimed by nature. While the city itself reminded her of what human life might have once been like, the more natural outer regions felt more comfortable. She didn’t feel as stifled by the constant presence of other people. 

That was why she had paused at the sound of someone nearby. Someone that was evidently practicing with her abilities. It was really none of 2B’s business, but with nothing else to do she had simply been observing briefly. Hadn’t she encountered this woman before, actually?

⚔️ //  “fascinating,”  byleth  murmured.  the  flash  of surprise  that  had  crossed  over  her  features  was  quickly   replaced  with  a  more  benign  contemplation.  “the  two  of  you   must  consider  yourselves  very  lucky.  loyal  friendships  can  be  difficult  to  come  by.  and  maintain.”

            “i- … also  had  a  friend  once.”  the  words  had  tumbled  from  byleth’s  lips  without  beckoning.  her  crest  stone  thumped  in  her  chest  ,  dropping  low  into  a  pit  of  soul-wrenching  yearning  she  had  hoped  she  had  forgotten.  for  a  moment  ,  byleth  considered  taking  her  words  back.  perhaps  if  this  ‘android’  were  not  so  similar  in  countenance  ,  she  would  have.  but  to  reevaluate  the  words  that  left  her  was  counterproductive  at  best.  thoughtless  though  it  was  ,  the  statement  was  the  truth.

        “her  name  was  sothis.”

▶ Lucky. The concept of luck was interesting to the android in the sense that she wasn’t quite sure if she believed in it. How much sway did probability have in one’s daily life? But at the same time, destiny was a fickle explanation for life’s unfolding as well. Perhaps there wasn’t truly an answer to the mysteries of the machinations behind living?

She’d had a friend. Past tense. While difficult to read, Byleth couldn’t completely disguise that there was a bit of hurt behind those words. “I... see. I understand the feelings associated with loss, and how it can be difficult to move past those feelings. I had a friend like that as well, 6O...” The only android aside from 9S who had really tried to connect with her. 

2B had been forced to kill her thanks to a virus.

“Heard they’re going to be frying up some squid later, wanna get some?”

⚔️ //  she  had  never  seen  a  single  thing  like  it.  it  was  small.  it   floated.  and  seemed  to  be  made  of  some  kind  of  iron  or  steel.  but  then  ,  steel  and  iron  couldn’t  fly.  a  puzzling  artifact  it  was  indeed.  (granted  ,  byleth  had  only  the  guardians  that  slumbered  beneath  the  church.)

          “— you  said  it  was  called  a  ‘pod’?”  she  asked  ,  attention  turning  back  to  the  woman  (who was  apparently  not  a  human  ,  go  figure.)  who  owned  the  strange  apparatus.  “and  it  acts  as  a  … companion  to  you?  to  assist  in  you  travels.  am  i  understanding  correctly?”

@regdelete​ / starter call !

▶ She had thought it briefly, but this woman had almost reminded her of an android for a time. From her reserved body language to an express that seemed to hardly change, it was difficult to not see a little of herself in the stranger. Or at least of her old self. 2B was surprised that the woman, a mercenary it seemed, had taken an interest in Pod.

Affirmative. It is my duty to assist YoRHa No. 2 Type-B in her combat and daily operations.

It was Pod himself that had answered her question though. “That sums it up appropriately. All units from YoRHa were given a Pod for a number of purposes. But the few that remain developed free will.” It was because of that developed free will that she was alive at all. She wasn’t sure why 042 still stuck at her side, though.

Which sounded easy enough, but socializing had never been the android’s strong suit. Believing you had to suppress your emotions for so long would do that to a person, artificial or not. Thankfully she had gotten a little better at identifying helpful strangers during her last stay.

That is to say people who would be receptive to an inquiry.

“Excuse me. Has your stay in this city been a long one? I am curious about any changes that may have occurred over the past two years, if you can recall any.” Of course she was just as formal as always.

          Honestly, he would have preferred being blissfully ignorant—but sadly, sometimes he catches explanations that he could’ve done without. “It’s… uh… not what you think… let’s just leave it at that…”

–– You listen as she replies to you, so as a matter of factly. It isn’t until she mentions her activation time that it actually hits you that you’re talking to a robot, or android of some sort. There was something different in how she talked, but it was just so… slight. You have a lot of questions, but you think right now is an inappropriate time for them. 

“Oh! I don’t mind! I mean, sure it can be a little nerve wracking, and I’m not always sure if I’m being helpful or just annoying but! Well, I think talking to people is something worth doing,” you say, looking down at your feet. “At least, that’s what I’d want. Feeling alone when things are difficult always seems to make things heavier.” 

“But I know it can be hard to share how you’re feeling too. The truth is, I’ve been worried about a few things since I got here but, I feel like I’d be bothering people by bringing it up.”

“Humans rely on social cues to have a better idea of when it’s okay to speak about their feelings to one another, but even then I don’t think that’s also a consistent way to interpret them either.” 2B was immediately perplexed by the boy’s comment that he was worried about bothering others with his feelings. Was it... relatable? Was that why she was so hesitant to share? She was always looking for those cues she was talking about, and yet even when she’d found them in the past she’d chosen not to share.

“It’s a little different for me. I was created to be alone, to fight alone. Whenever I wasn’t alone... I was forced to hurt the only other person that stood by my side, even though it repeatedly tore me up inside.” The first negative emotion she’d ever felt was despair. Despair at having to kill her own companion. Over and over.

...and every time he’d forgiven her.