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[OPEN+CLOSED] don't you let go
Who: Add & others
When: March
What: yogen divorce arc aka catch-all for the month
Warnings: depression!! possibly some suicidal ideation at some point. will update if needed!
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When: March
What: yogen divorce arc aka catch-all for the month
Warnings: depression!! possibly some suicidal ideation at some point. will update if needed!
((Open/closed prompts will be marked appropriately in the comments, format (prose/brackets) doesn't matter to me so I'll match with w/e. If you'd like to thread something out that isn't covered here, feel free to hit me up on plurk at
For dream event stuff, please see my toplevel here yonder!))
open, March 6th - ???
He's not hiding anymore, but he is back to his old waysβno more cozy nights sleeping in a bed or talking to people intentionally. It's common to find him passed out in the workshop every few nights, though sometimes he'll poke and prod around the science lab during the day instead of sticking only to his machine projects. The workshop is his "home", though, so that's the place he's most likely to be at any given time.
His current project appears to be dismantling the de-skinned robot maid that's been sitting in the scrap pile since November. Lots of good synthetic organs to harvest on those metal bones!! Don't worry, she definitely died(?) of natural causes before all of this, it's fine, what are you a cop?? don't worry about it.]
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stops. stares. tries to decide if she wants...... to ask......... or if she should just keep moving and leave the obviously psychotic man to his work. ugh... that poor girl(?). it is a girl, right? does sex and gender matter to hunks of metal like that? does it especially matter if it's dead? actually, can something like that be dead, because it is every actually alive in the like, dictionary human definition sense of the word.....
she's just standing in the door of the workshop staring at add's current project i'm sorry if he needed to get in or out or if he didn't want company but she's not moving she's just. there is a lot to process here, add. )
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Whoops!! Guess it still had some power left in it! It's fine, he's gonna whack it a couple times until the screeching stops while hissing under his breath.] Ugh, would you shut up? Stupid malfunctioning... not even worth the repair job...
[He still hasn't noticed Kaoruko watching all of this.]
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...Ahem! Y-You there! You oughta be a little more gentle with girls, e-even if they're weirdo hunks of junk... Hittin' stuff never made it shut up anyway.
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yeah, that's the head finally coming clean off. The screeching stops! The body slumps onto its side, lifeless and defeated.
anyway, who the fuck is this? he raises an eyebrow at her]
... You'd be surprised at what's effective. Leave the engineering to the engineers.
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You look sorta young for an engineer. ( ...actually he highkey looks like a Freak. maybe she should leave? she glances behind her, yet... ) What are you engineerin' anyway?
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What does it look like? I'm scrapping this useless maid for parts. We have several humanoid machines here as students, access to high-quality parts like these is invaluable when it comes to repairs.
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It should unsettle him, being made up of parts and wires and synthetic organs himself, but he feels nothing at all watching as the object is dissected. His own artificial heart still beats in his chest, after all, and such sights are nothing if not commonplace where he comes from. It's sensible. It's recycling and repurposing. It's taking from a life that had never mattered.
Curious eyes linger for a few seconds too long before he shakes his head and steps over to the pile of scrap that students seem to be endlessly adding to. ]
I was wondering who that belonged to.
[ The words are flat, betraying no emotion. It doesn't quite surprise him. ]
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But Ranger is also... someone that's dear to Komaeda. They're frequently together, and they hold hands like it's a natural thing... and even if his tone is flat, Add can't imagine there's anything but disdain behind it. They're only acquaintances, he crossed someone like Komaeda, so it's only natural that Ranger would dislike him now.
It's a shame. He truly is an interesting specimen... ah, well...]
Club resources are available to all members, so long as the project is something worthwhile... upkeep is important, so use them if you need it. I have no use for something like this myself.
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She has to ask around a bit to find out where his usual haunts are, but before long she's tracked him down to the workshop - and stops dead in her tracks when she sees the body he's working on.
Wait-- it's a robot. Okay, that's... better? Probably? She hesitates uneasily on the threshold. ]
Add-kun... may I come in?
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But he does pause at her voice... scowling (not that she can see), hunched over his work, considering whether he should pretend he can't hear her or tell her to go away. He settles on something in the middle.]
The door is open, so use your brain. [if she needs something from the room... whatever, he'll just leave if it gets annoying.]
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Is that... a real robot?...
[ She's oblivious to how many of her friends are actually AIs. ]
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Were you expecting a fake robot...? It's called the robotics club for a reason, idiot.
If you want something, spit it out already. I'm busy.
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I thought high school robotics clubs were like, little cars and stuff... maybe programming a game...
[ But this is a real-life AI? First portals, and now this... ] Was she... alive? Did she have a name?
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he slides his chair back a bit so she can see the (skinless, very creepy) head. visible from inside the skull is a round blue gem, occupying the space where you'd expect a brain to be along with some other mechanical bits... but there are several huge cracks through the gem. Add gently knocks on the side of the skull.]
All Nasods are powered by a core like this. It's like a brain and a heart all in one, containing personality data, core data, circulating energy... certain components can be repaired or replaced, but if the core is shattered like this one, the original personality data is lost. The only way to reactivate it would be to replace the core entirely.
Effectively... this Nasod is "dead". It was already like this when I found it. [so it's totally cool to harvest her body parts]
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Add's world really is so unlike her own, in fascinating ways that are like a sci-fi video game. ]
Mm... so you can't bring her back. [ Will she ever know its name?... ] But... you're building something else, instead? [ She glances across the room at all its various component parts.
She did come in here for a reason - to check on him, mostly. But as she'd already gathered, and has Komaeda had advised her - with Add, you had to kind of do that from a sideways direction, like a strafe or sneak attack. And plus, the things Add's working on are extremely interesting... so she might as well sate her curiosity and ask! ]
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[in other words... he's doing it to help people, but it sounds weird if he says it like that, so] Scientific curiosity... kuku, I could hardly pass up an opportunity to work on new types of machines. It's a mutually beneficial arrangement.
[... predictably, his sour mood is already gone. Add really is this easy to deal with once you know the trick.]