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Hey, just wanna be honest. I've lost all momentum with this RP and can't really find the motivation to pick it up again. You all are welcome to pick it up and do with it what you like, but I'm sorry to say, I won't be continuing. Best wishes to all.
I'll have a post up for you guys tomorrow.
No. 3 was on edge for the entire trek through the tower. She felt like this whole thing was some kind of trap or setup. Her eyes kept darting to dark corners that she would hide behind if she were to ambush someone. Yet, each time there was nothing. Why would the Varden abandon a tower like this? Surely there was at least some kind of skeleton crew, or security staff keeping things operational. They approached the roof and she gripped her knives with white knuckles, ready to bombard the ambush party that was inevitably waiting for them.

However, there were no threats. No. 3 wished she could say that calmed her down, but that just made her more anxious. As No. 1 untangled the little robot, she decided to take a peak at the city. Some might call the sight beautiful. Perhaps once No. 3 would have thought the same. But now, her mind was frantic. She wanted to analyze and remember all the major roads and where they were in relation to each other. Where were the largest buildings and what were the quickest paths to get there? She noted the spire and all the different paths that led to it. She watched the ships flying below her, making not of their patterns. She furrowed her brow in concentration until her head hurt. But eventually, she couldn't take any more in, and stepped away from the edge, making her way back to No. 1 who was at work untangling the robot.

"It looks deactivated," she said. "Does it seem like it's damaged to you?" She walked over and cut some of the wires away.
Poor entangled robot.


Must rescue!
Short post, but having a bit of a block. Figured I'd just push through it so as not to hold things up.
No. 3 nodded at her sister's assessment. "Right. Trying to climb from the outside will just get us seen by one of those ships. Though, if they sound alarms while we're inside the tower, we could end up trapped." She let out a little sigh. "Screw it. I'm tired cowering like a scared child. Let's march in there and bring the fight to them." She felt her nanobots buzzing, getting ready to manufacture more blades for her. "We'll stay quiet if we can, but I'm not going to avoid trouble any more. It's about time we kill some of these Varden."

With that, her she snapped her invisibility back on and dashed into the open front doors of the tower. If it was a trap, good. She had some frustration to vent. A small blade appeared in each of her hands. She gripped them loosely, ready to let them fly at a moment's notice. Yes, it felt more natural to throw them than to stab someone with them, though she would do that too if necessary. Her eyes darted left and right, scanning for any source of life. Woe be to the first Varden whose head popped up, for he would just as quickly find a blade lodged in his skull.
No. 3 couldn't help but chuckle as her blonde sister debated what they ought to call themselves. A team name was probably the least of their worries right now, and whether she said "sis" or "sister" seemed irrelevant. Words were merely a convenience, and as long as people agreed to call things by the same name, nothing else really mattered. It almost seemed childish to ruminate over such things, but at the same time it was endearing. If anything, the quirk made her more fond of her sister, as if she managed to cling to something precious. "I'll leave the creativity up to you," she said, patting No. 1 on the back. "My only suggestion is that if we name ourselves, it ought to be something that strikes fear into the Varden."

With that she turned to No. 2 and gave her a nod. "Yes, let's go. We have nothing to gain by waiting." However, as they approached the tower, she felt the nanobots buzzing inside of her. They were replicating, preparing for some pre-programmed procedure. "I... I think I should scout ahead," she said, after a moment's hesitation. "You two stick together. I'll let you know if I see any danger, then we can attack as a unit if I find anything."

She took a breath and decided to allow the nanobots to carry out their task. She wasn't sure what they were doing, but it felt right to just let them do it. No. 3 didn't notice what happened, but her sisters would see an electric flicker, and then nothing. No.3 became completely invisible; only a distortion of space and the raindrops running along her body gave any indication of where she stood. She darted towards the tower, her feet falling silently against the ground. She didn't have to think to do so. Her muscles knew where to place her feet to make as little noise as possible. She crouched low, seeking cover in shadows as she approached the tower with a rapidity that surprised her. She kept an eye out for any Varden and tried to assess what security and obstacles were blocking their way to the tower. Once she had this information, she would return to her sisters.
I'll have a post up tonight.
No. 3 stood quietly with her arms crossed as the little old robot told his story. It certainly gave her quite a history lesson, and she could sympathize with the plight of the machines. What creature, mechanical or not, wouldn't fight to preserve its existence? And the Varden... now that she heard the story, it seemed her hatred of them was justified and not just instinctual. Still, it didn't give her much of an idea of what exactly she was. Different factions... had they equipped her with this strange equipment? Was she trained to kill the Varden? Or was she built, somehow, even though she was flesh and blood? Was she even human? Now, all they had to go on was that tower.

"Well, it seems we have our next destination, then," she said, uncrossing her arms. She smiled and gave a small chuckle hearing No. 1's enthusiasm. "Haha, I never wanted to run in the first place. Let's go give the Varden something to be afraid of, shall we?" She didn't address the machines. It just seemed odd showing warmth toward something made of metal, and yet she felt the creatures shouldn't be hunted and destroyed. In a way, she felt a desire to protect them. "We'll find out what happened to your scout," she said, finally turning to the old machine. "And if there is anything left to save, we'll bring him back."

She smiled when No. 2 called them sisters. She seemed to be the most withdrawn of the three of them, so it seemed odd coming from her, but it definitely sounded right. "Yes, let's go, sisters."
No. 3 looked around curiously as the ramshackle robots cautiously emerged from the nooks and crannies of... wherever this was. They were surrounded and outnumbered, but she didn't feel threatened by those creatures. She rubbed her head, processing everything that just happened. She didn't understand the bloodlust she felt towards the Varden, but she at least knew she felt nothing close to that towards these little machines. She felt no attachment to these creatures, no sense of companionship or obligation to protect them like she felt for her numbered companions, but neither did she feel the need to dismantle them. If these were Varden, she was sure her mind would be racing, analyzing the terrain and calculating the most efficient routes to eliminate as many of them in as little time possible. But, no, her mind was at rest, and she tossed her little blade to the ground.

"I bear no ill-will towards you or your kin," she said, motioning to the other little machines. "I certainly don't believe you are my enemy. You seem willing to answer our questions and also seem to have no love for the Varden, so I suppose that makes us allies." She nodded in agreement to No. 2's question. "Why indeed. We have no memories from before those pods, but there is something there. I know these two." She motioned to the other girls. "I have no memory of anything before the crash, and yet I trust them implicitly. I hate the Varden. I have no idea who they are or what they did, but I know I want them dead. It's almost as if I'm a machine, programmed to feel these things."

She let out a small sigh, realizing the irony of what she said, given the situation. "If you know who we are, where we are, and why we're here, please tell us." She crossed her arms and leaned against the wall. Something told her that they'd be here a while.
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