reverielogs | hack-and-stab gameplay

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hack-and-stab gameplay

» WHO? Erika, 9S, and A2
» WHEN? July 12ish
» WHERE? the bar
» WHAT? a bad idea
» WARNINGS? ~~robot violence?~~ ROBOT VIOLENCE. also suicidal ideation. nobody is having fun

@hudie -> @nines

Can you help me test out a possible new system exploit?

I'm in the bar currently.

[And so she is.

Her invitation is not technically a lie. If A2's hacking ability outstrips 9S's, then that could, potentially, be a consideration for future projects. Not the clock issue - she'll still maintain that that's too damn much effort to go to just to not use the station clock. But other things. Higher aspirations.

She sits at the table closest to the VR room and conveniently furthest from the bar's hall door, screen up and Memetan out and typing away just as focused as ever. The rest is all A2's work - hiding, catching him, hacking him, whatever it is that she has to do. Maybe Erika will get to record it. Maybe it'll be as enlightening as she hopes it'll be.]

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[9S meets up with Erika, and that's when A2 makes herself known. She figures, maybe, it'll look better on her if she can get into a system on the defensive. That maybe she can prove her worth to this human.

A2 rushes at 9S after she's made sure he knows that she's here. She's weaponless, but that won't stop her from blasting her own self-conciousness data into his if she can get close enough.]

[9S catches A2 out of the corner of his eyes, and he skids back with a sharp inhale, barely avoiding her mental assault.

His mind raced, pulse pounding.

What the hell was going on here? A trap?

His gaze flickers to Erika, and he instantly regrets even considering the thought. There's no way that she would do that. She was probably being used by A2, or...

Something.] Get back! She's dangerous!

[Not satisfied with her reaction time, 9S grabs the table she's sitting at and flips it onto its side, the legs straddling her at either side. Then, grimacing at having to be so uncouth, he kicks the table with the heel of his foot and knocks her and it further back into the room. The legs hit the far wall and stop the table in its tracks, padding Erika herself from any serious harm.]

[It's in the second after A2 steps up that Erika has a sudden flash of misgivings, and in the couple seconds after that that she recognizes the potential for this to go very fucking badly actually.

9S meets slightly wide eyes and a tiny frown, the first drops of concern seeping into blank contemplation. And a moment, after he yells, that she's taken aback and makes to say something, but doesn't quite put the words together in time.

Then-

-ow.

The table goes over and comes at her too fast to make sense of, except by going limp and letting it happen. Erika lets her vision spin for two and a half seconds before fumbling for the edge and yanking herself up to kneeling (ow) to see past it, alarm in her eyes.]

[The alarm in Erika's eyes doesn't get caught by A2, who summarily launches herself at 9S again in a blinding speed, outright disappearing for a few seconds before she's closing in on him yet again.]

I need some data outta you!

[She grunts, aiming to deck 9S in the chin to throw him off balance enough to get the upperhand and blast him with her self consciousness data once again.]

Edited (whoops, im so used to A2 being the one who beefs it) 2018-07-13 01:29 (UTC)

Guh--! [He just isn't fast enough. 9S slides back again, but in the blink of an eye A2 is in his face, and he feels a sharp pain rocket through his jaw. His vision cuts.

9S stumbles back, his vision flickering back in, but the color's gone and the detailed are muddled as he attempts to orientate himself. It's in that moment of vulnerability that there's an assault on his consciousness, his body freezing. He kicks her out within seconds, restores control of his senses, and pushes his arm forward to chuck his sword straight for her mid-section.]

[The thing is, A2 is too close to dodge, especially since she thinks that she has the upperhand for a moment. But he kicks her out, and it disorients her a little when he does that.

The sword, naturally, goes right through her middle, blade coming out the other side drenched in a thick, red, viscous fluid.

A2 grunts as pain and warnings flood her sensors, but it's not the worst she's gotten, and right now, she's on a mission.. She regards it momentarily, before she grabs it and pulls it out, chucking it aside.

She rushes 9S again, slamming into him hard while trying to force her way into his systems once again.

This time, it's significantly less gentle.]

[Wait, she could say. Stop. Don't fight. But everything is happening very quickly, and her throat closes and stays closed until there's a goddamn sword entering the equation and, uh, entering A2,

and it does open up then to let a strangled shriek out, a short, sharp horrified noise that Erika doesn't actually hear over the white noise of panic.

(Wanyamon does. It comes tearing out of the VR room, plants itself in front of the overturned table, and puffs up to twice its size with a hiss. Thanks, Wanyamon.)]

[9S doesn't hesitate when his sword enters A2. As she throws it away he only pulls it back with his magnetic field, hoping to swing it in time to stop her. But once again, he finds himself just too slow. The air is knocked out of him as he's flung back, and this time with his body several compromised, and his already having been hacked once, A2 gets further into his data before he kicks her back out.

When his consciousness returns to the physical realm he's already hit the floor. 9S pushes himself up on an elbow and blasts his own self-conscious at her in turn, his teeth barred in a grimace. His goal is far more offensive. His hacking is quick and concentrated, aiming to distort her visual sensors. If he can knock out her senses, he can gain the upper-hand.]

[9S doesn't remember their other fights. 9S doesn't know that A2 has her own systems in place, just for him. A2 stumbles when 9S manages to pry into her systems, but she counters it all the same, pushing back against him with every last fiber of her programming.

She'll cut off locomotive functions first, if given the chance.]

Gah! [9S is knocked back as his self-conscious returns to his body only for it to be assaulted a split second later. He's able to push her back out, but not before she's done what damage she came for.

He stumbles, his sword clattering to the ground before he hits it in turn with a heavy thud. Anger boils in his chest, mixed with the high of adrenaline. He's completely vulnerable, working as quickly as he can to restore his functions.]

[She's losing a fair bit of fluid herself, but it's negligible to getting the job done.

She takes her chance, forcing herself into his systems once more to start rooting through his memories while he's distracted.]

[There's no way for him to focus both on her current intrusion and the restoration of his locomotive functions. He focuses on the latter first, until he feels a flicker in his memory data.

9S immediately pulls back and attacks her back with a frenzied panic, his actions reckless and clumsy.

Why? What does she need with his memories?
Is he going to forget?
Is this an execution of his character?
If he loses that here...will he forget home? 2B?]

Get...out... [He clenches his teeth.] Get...OUT OF MY MEMORIES!

[9S inhales sharply as he comes to. He scrambles for his sword on legs that barely carry his weight, with hands that can barely grip the handle. When he manages to stand and lifts his sword, he tries to run her through, but it's more like he falls into her, hoping desperately that he can kill her.]

[(This was a mistake. This was a mistake. This was a mistake. This was a mistake-)]

Stop. [That was nothing. Try again.] Stop. Stop! I changed my mind! Stop!

[She's standing, gripping the table edge with white knuckles, tense and terrified and (this was a very big mistake.) focusing on nothing but this...thing, that she is watching happen, that isn't what she'd imagined but probably should have been something she predicted but isn't something she wants.

All she can do is yell and hope, and that's another level of terrifying.]

[She's booted out, just in time for him to try and run her through, but unfortunately for him, he's weak, and she isn't.

A2 elbows him square in the sternum, and forces her data back into his, cutting off his motor functions once more, and locking his self consciousness data away behind a few walls before she begins rooting through his memories once more.

She doesn't hear Erika tell her to stop, not while she's in the hacking space like this.

It'll take him awhile to get past them. More than enough time to find what she needs. And once she does, she pulls out of his mind, not caring whether or not 9S slumps to the ground before stepping towards Erika.

Still bleeding, mind you, but she does take the moment to note that, well, Erika looks utterly terrified. Or at least, distraught.

A2 makes a face, and when she speaks, it's marginally unsure.]

I got the data you wanted.

Edited (whoa linebreak central batman) 2018-07-13 03:01 (UTC)

[9S has no feet to stand on. One hit is all it takes to knock him to the ground, and before he can get back up he's fighting again--with everything he has, and it's not enough.

It's not enough.

He's a Scanner...so why? Is he that poorly constructed?
Is this some kind of joke.

He finds himself closed off, with walls all around him, isolated within himself. While 9S panics, screams and pleads to himself, his body appears nothing more than peacefully asleep.]

[Okay. Okay. It's not a simple scrape. Because - even now, she can't turn off that analytic undercurrent - because it's not like avatar memory handling at all, it's like hers. It's further than that, it's buried, or something, and to get to it she had to -

Erika's mouth moves a little, speechless, as the panic runs its course. Her eyes flick from A2 to fluffed-up Wanyamon to 9S lying prone.]

S-sh...ah...

[She hasn't felt fear this visceral in a while. Usually contains it before it can make her fingers numb and spike her heart rate. No such luck here.]

Hurt. You, you're, what do you have to do, for that? What do, what's...

[Blood? Bleeding?? Is 9S okay, what the fuck???]

I'm fine. [Says A2, bleeding from being run through with a sword still.] It missed vital parts. It'll heal on it's own. [It's not. Too big of a deal, honestly.

And then she spares a look back at 9S.]

He'll be fine too, if you're worried. I just put his self consciousness data behind a few walls. He won't be happy when he gets up, though. [she rolls her shoulder, awkwardly.

"Blood" spurts from the wound, and drips onto the floor. It's fine!]

Edited 2018-07-13 03:25 (UTC)

[ THAT'S NOT FINE

She's willing to believe A2 on that, if only because the shot of relief from hearing it is physical and having to hand it back would be hellish.

That's about the end of her credulity, though, because the petulant part of her is screaming you didn't tell me, you didn't say it would be like this, why didn't you say and she thinks that if A2 didn't mention what hacking another robot would entail then she might not be mentioning other things about 9S' condition.

She pushes the table aside so she can walk around it and towards the fallen robot. It's a shaky, clumsy, laborious process.]

[If Erika wants to know, then all she has to do is ask. But right now, A2 can't quite comprehend that Erika isn't exactly approving of how A2 completed her task, and as such, she's still making a face when she goes to inspect 9S.]

Are you alright?

Mm.

[Because she is, physically speaking, fine. The shaking of her legs when she kneels down by 9S is a stress reaction, not a symptom of injury. As is the shaking of her hand when she goes to check his pulse, remembers he might not have one, then pulls her hand back confusedly.]

...How l-long will he be out?

That depends on him. He will be out as long as he's working through the barriers.

[At the very least, A2 sounds confident of that.]

Can you reduce them?

I could, that'd require me going back into his personal data, though. And like I said, he's not going to be happy when he gets through them all. It'll be another fight. [A2 pauses.]

Unless that's what you want.

[She really hopes not.]

[She shakes her head immediately.]

I didn't- [...] ...Sorry. I'm sorry.

[She mumbles, mortified, not making eye contact. They just - fucking. Okay. A2 has a stab wound and 9S is locked out of his body and her mind keeps clicking through those stats like repeating them will help progress on fixing them.]

He'll be fine. He's an annoying idiot, but I'm not about to murder an android that doesn't have any way of coming back. [Which isn't a lie. Especially since she has orders to, in a word, look after him.

She's looking after him, not that she's doing a very good job.] You shouldn't be so concerned. We're sturdier than you seem to think.

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