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In truth, No.9 was afraid to open his gift. This kind of festival... he had read of similar things having existed for humans around different points of year. Celebrations where they would give each other gifts, and celebrate the passing of another year. If he was very honest... he was a little afraid by the similarities. As he was, it was clear -- that he didn't deserve such a gift. Something that was meant for humans. Perhaps it being addressed to him was a mistake. It wasn’t as if his name was a name at all. Perhaps it was simply the ninth gift to be delivered. Perhaps it was that.

He finds the nearest human to pose the question. He finds the nearest human to relieve himself of the burden of mattering. “Are you missing a present? Or... would you want a spare one?” He smiles warmly, the thought something he feels more comfortable with. “Two wishes being granted... it must be nice.”

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He’s been exploring, tentatively. There was something troubling about this place, something that made him uneasy... even as it made him smile a little, even as he longed to know what exactly was behind it. In the end, he was closer than he ever thought he would be to humanity. It wasn’t something he ever thought he would live to see. Humans... always seemed more like something from a storybook, didn’t they?

Pausing in front of a building that appears to be an orphanage, he recalls what he’s read about them in the past. Places where humans cared for children without families, without homes. Watching, he smiles a little, softly -- mumbling to himself, or so he thought. “That’s nice...”

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     A2 decides he is no threat. the kindness in his words and vulnerable body language tells her so, those are irrefutable evidence. she sighs, eyes narrowing at the pathetic plead. it’s been so long since a yorha unit has greeted her with kindness that she finds herself at lost for a moment.

          ‘ stop. i said i’d cut them if you tried. it’s just a fair warning, you know? ’  she sounds as tired as she looks. in reply to the apology, she gives him a simple & acknowledging nod. she can’t say she’s happy with how the unraveling events. encountering M models is something exceptionally rare. not to mention a healer type. command, what cruel joke were you planning here?

          ‘ no.9? ’  that is certainly a cruel joke. something in her chest tightens, pain so great she can’t help but frown for a split second.  ‘ …i know a 9 model. ’  and quite frankly, the similarities do make sense now. A2 finds herself uncomfortable. uneasy.  ‘ maybe. i’m a prototype model, so who knows. maybe command based something from my data. wouldn’t be the first time. ’

“You sounded pretty intent on it...” As he says it, though, he smiles slightly, visibly relaxing -- the familiar seriousness in her response making him feel a little safer, even if he aches all the same. “Well, that’s okay. I won’t do anything. Though, if your condition gets any worse, I can’t promise I won’t bug you again...” How long she’d gone without maintenance to end up like that, he didn’t really want to think about -- and how odd it was for a YoRHa unit to neglect it. Being in top condition was all part of necessary duties, and all.

He tilts his head at her, blinking. “You do? I’ve never met another one before... I’m kinda curious.” He wants to ask what they’re like, but -- something about her expression makes No.9 pause. “You’re not friends?”

He rubs the back of his neck. Somehow, he ended up asking anyway. Trying to avoid it only ended up in a worse way of going about it, clumsy as always. “I-I won’t ask anything else, then. It’s kinda silly, to talk about those things in this place...” He smiles again, faintly, as she continues. “I don’t about that... he was an experimental model, though. A D type.” Experimental data cannot be erased until analysed by Command. Was that... the kind of thing she was talking about? Even though data was so personal... even though their data was who they are.

He puts a hand to his chest. Of course, he was lying, right now -- but who No.2 was... no, the secret No.2 died to erase -- it was something he would take with him when he died. Whenever that day came.

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     A2 has been here for a while, and while any person would be used to it by now, the android is sure there won’t be a day where she isn’t amazed by sharing the same space as humans. for all she knew, back in their world, humans were gone before the war begin. never made it to the moon. their cause was a lost one, then again, most think those are the only causes worth fighting for.

     humans, however, aren’t the only element she can’t seem to get used to. the sight of a visor & perfectly lined up black uniform is enough to put the deserter on guard. fingers automatically seek the comfort of her sword’s hilt― one made of wood that she’s sharpened to accomplish the goals she was created for. she watches in silence. despite the visual similarities with a certain model she’s met, he…seems harmless. almost soft. he’s not in a search & destroy quest, is he?

     her gaze hardens at his questions. they’re genuine, filled with concern what she can only identify as uneasiness for another entirely different reason. still, she can’t help but  despise the very thought of being helped by an yorha unit.

          ‘ type A number 2. ’  she says, hoping to gauge a reaction from the name alone. she chooses to ignore the part about her clothes, as explaining why she’s wearing them would take up time and an explanation she’s not willing to give to someone who could be very much her enemy.  ‘ i don’t need your help. touch me, and i’ll cut your hands off. understood? ’

He pauses, his awkward fumbling stopping as she introduces herself. “Number... 2?” He cannot help it -- even knowing there are many units with that designation, knowing there was no way he could ever see that person again... a cloud still passes over his eyes, only interrupted by him flinching backwards at her threat. “Eh? E-eh...? I-I won’t without your permission, okay?! So don’t do something that drastic...!”

It wouldn’t be the first time he’s been met with such scepticism for his treatment, though... even if this unit in particular wasn’t part of his squad. That meant she wasn’t any of his responsibility... if such a thing existed to No.9. Any YoRHa unit -- any life... could they ever not be his responsibility?

Still, if she didn’t want him to, she wasn’t in a condition that was putting her life at risk... for now. Smiling a little nervously, he offers up a placating smile. “Sorry for startling you. I’m No.9... uh, type healer. So I can’t help but notice that kinda thing.” He glances down, suddenly aware that perhaps he shouldn’t be so forthright. Their unit... had been a mistake, after all. Even his model was discontinued, if the words of SS were to be believed. “Uuum, I’m nothing special. Sorry, I just knew a 2 model once as well... I’m sure you’re similar to him.”

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He can identify YoRHa units on sight, but perhaps for the first time in his life, he doubts himself. He’s never seen a YoRHa unit dressed more like a resistance member... or even far from them as well. This wasn’t survival, was it? Rather... wasn’t it more like a human?

Is this world... ours, when the world is over? He’d seen humans already, though he hardly had the courage in his heart to do more than watch them. Perhaps No.2 had been right. There was a world to look forward to after the war. There was a future for them, where they could choose their lives. Even if that’s the case... I wouldn’t know where to start. It was easy to dream of such hypothetical things -- I would like to see this place, I would like to read this book -- but in reality... it wasn’t as if he’d ever come close. It wasn’t as if he dreamed he ever would.

He opens his mouth. Closes it. Glances away, shifting awkwardly. “You’re... a YoRHa unit, aren’t you?” Self conscious, he hugs himself, feeling strange without his tablet. “That is... this place...” His throat runs dry. Is it really over? They aren’t words he can speak, even now. “Y-you’re dressed weirdly, and I don’t exactly know what’s going on, but you haven’t had maintenance in a really long time, right? Please let me help...!” How dare he think it might be over, when so many were lost?

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[ sooooooo ... he made it !!!! this is no.9 of the nier yorha boys stage play, an obscure muse if i’ve ever had one. but he’s a very very good boy and i’m excited to write him!! as for me, my mun intro can be found over on my other muse, tressa ( @tradetales ), but i’m vapz and i’m here to advocate for android rights all the time!

without further ado, this is a starter call for kyuu here! i’ll be capping at 5 with nier muses exempt! no need to be mutuals as i don’t follow the whole masterlist, but i reserve the right to be selective if we aren’t (i’m more than likely to be happy to interact, though)! ]

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no.9 (h9, no.9 type-h) // nier automata

he is actually a canon character that exists i promise

from the yorha boys stage play, not to be confused with the Other no.9

an unexpectedly good and pure boy considering the history of 9 types

genuinely, i promise he’s a real good boy

all he’s ever wanted to do is to protect people

trusting by default and wants to see the good in things

loves humans, nature, and learning new things

longs for peace

feels affected by loss more than he lets on

removes his own blindfold at the end of the play god i’m so proud of him

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as per prior reserve, submitting no.9 (yorha boys) of the nier series! app is under /app or accessible on the menu!

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, No.9!

You’ll be housed in CONDO 447.

You will retain the ability to access a digital construct to remove a virus up to five times per day. You’ll also be given a wooden sword.

– mod altair.

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— camera. - images — personal data. - musing/headcanon — online. - in character — offline. - out of character — restore. - one liners/opens — recover. - threads

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YoRHa Boys Ver.1.0