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YOU MAY KNOW EACH OTHER ALREADY - OR YOU MAY NOT. UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, YOU'RE NOW PASSING THE TIME ASKING EACH OTHER QUESTIONS. IT'S A GAME! A QUESTION FOR A QUESTION. YOU START OFF ASKING YOUR OPPONENT A QUESTION OF CHOICE AND IF THEY ANSWER IT, THEY'RE ALLOWED TO ASK YOU A QUESTION IN TURN. THE RULES ARE SIMPLE, ONLY AS LONG AS YOU ANSWER THE OTHER PERSON'S QUESTIONS ARE YOU ALLOWED TO ASK QUESTIONS YOURSELF, BUT THERE IS NO EXPECTATION OF TRUTHFULNESS HERE, LIE IF YOU MUST OR WANT, JUST KEEP THE MOMENTUM GOING.
How to play -
1. Comment with your character's name, fandom and preference.
2. If you want, leave a question in the comment field that your character is asking their opponent. Or don't. I'm not the cops.
3. Pick other characters to question and have fun!
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But much of 9S' expression is hidden by the 'blindfold' over his eyes and he manages a passable imitation of mild confusion.]
Sir. I am an android, created by humans and made in their image. While I'm aware of the human concept of God, I'm not sure that question applies to me.
[A beat, a curious lilt to his voice.]
Do you think about that a lot? What's your answer to why you were created?
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[ and then things got complicated. but pride is bad enough on its own, and then you go and give it to a powerful celestial creature? what did you expect to happen? he's not about to jump into all of that right away, though. ]
It might still apply to you. Most humans don't really think of the reality of God. Just their image of Him. Even we... [ he pauses, stops and restarts. ] Even most of us haven't met him.
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What did you do? After you rebelled?
[He has to know.]
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[ he shrugs; it bothers him less than the idea of never making penance. ]
I want to help my people— I owe a responsibility to them. Of course, they've made it very difficult.
Do you think of humanity as a sort of deity? Since they created you?
WHOOPS i hit enter too early
He wonders if he would do the same as this guy, were he to cut ties and be set adrift. He likes to be useful, but could he go on like that?]
Well... [9S hedges.] It's hard to form an opinion on someone I never met. [A wry smile, given who he thinks he's talking to.] We were made in the image of humans, and humans were... [he sounds a little uncertain] made in the image of God? But if humans like you can rebel against your God, then maybe androids like me don't need humanity either?
hahaha np np
he's listening intently— interested, obviously, but his expression shifts near the end, like he wants to say something. he waits until 9S is finished, though. ]
I'm not human. I'm an angel. [ and, with the assumption that he doesn't know what that is— ] A celestial creature. This body is human, but my true form can be... dangerous, to those who would witness it.
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So you imitate humans instead?
[Is that insulting? Androids were created in the shape of humans and imitated them, but they took great pains to not be exactly like them. But if humans worshipped God and angels are God's soldiers, maybe that's alright?
Still, the politeness in his demeanour slips a little; humans are his creator, not God.]
So... do you just make a body you like? Could you look like something else? Say, I dunno, a boar or something?
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[ he glances down at himself, rearranging his clothes like he's trying to neaten them, although he does nothing of the sort. like he doesn't know the concept of "neat". ]
Jimmy died a long time ago, though. He's in Heaven. So I'm the sole inhabitant of this body.
Would you prefer the shape of an animal? Granted, humans are animals too, but...
lmao I keep forgetting too
He's dead?
[9S bites back the words threatening to spill from his mouth -- why didn't you protect him? -- before he says something idiotic. No, humans died all the time. Maybe Jimmy died from old age? There's a lot he doesn't understand, the fragments of human knowledge that androids dredged up seeming wholly inadequate in the face of all this.
And this unexpected anger flashing through him with no apparent source leaves him feeling off centre, like his gyros are in need of calibration.
Ignoring the question posed to him, 9S presses--]
Wait, so you shared his body? Then how is it you're alive and he's dead?
[He tries not to sound accusatory but it comes out that way anyway.]
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well. he's sure he had a reason at the time.
perhaps it doesn't matter. this boy— this android— doesn't seem to know much about humanity in the first place. would he really find it that shocking? ]
I did die. God brought me back. But he let Jimmy go on to Heaven. I don't know why.
I'm sorry Castiel is on the receiving end of 9S' ire
[Why would the humans' God do that? Why? Why!? The question echoes in his head; there's no point asking when the man, no, creature, already said he didn't know why.
9S clenches his fists.]
Then why are you still in that body? It's not yours!
[He's never met Jimmy but this angel continuing to haunt his body seems deeply profane. He'd heard a little about how humans honoured their dead and this isn't it.]
HAHAHA ITS OK poor 9S.............
Technically, it is mine. Lucifer was able to possess me, with my consent. If it were still Jimmy's, that wouldn't have worked.
[ he shakes his head a little— he's probably not interested in that kind of minutia. ]
I need this body. I can't properly exist in this world without it.
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Then possess someone or something else.
[The vehemence behind his words twists his expression.]
You did it before, didn't you? You can do it again. Just because you're what was left behind doesn't make that body yours.
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[ he sighs— it's really beyond his understanding, that one would be more concerned with jimmy's body than the life of another living human. ]
This way, no one is hurt. Jimmy deserved better than the fate he was handed, but it's done now.
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Brother.
It doesn't stall him for long, however, but the expression on his face turns pinched, like he's unthinkingly taken a bite from a lemon without knowing the unpleasantness in store for him.]
You said your true form is dangerous to those who see it.
[Words he would normally keep to himself leave his mouth in a fit of pique.]
What a stupid design. Do all angels have to possess humans then to not be dangerous? What did that even mean?
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It's inconvenient, admittedly. I'd rather not have to possess a human to live among them— But we were created first. So really, it's their design that's inconvenient.
[ castiel plucks at the lapel of his coat half-heartedly. he doesn't seem offended in the least. but, well, he's heard far worse. most people reacted fairly negatively to meeting him when he first set foot on earth. ]
I always assumed there was some reason for it, but God doesn't talk to us any more than He talks to them.
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The anger and disdain gets swapped out for childish indignation.]
Hey! If humans were created later, that means they're an upgrade.
[Obviously proven by the fact he has to use a human body to do whatever it is he's doing. Clearly.]
What's the point of being so big anyway? Bigger doesn't mean better. What can you even do at that size?
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[ he gives a shrug and scratches his cheek. ]
It's strange to hear you get defensive of them. Most humans don't even like other humans that much.
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Well, that's what makes them so special! They're not built for cooperation like us androids, but they still lived together despite not always getting along.
[Humans pursued war, but they were also capable of great love... At least that's how he understands it.
But they're gone now.
Somehow, he keeps a smile on his face.]
You don't find that interesting?
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[ how does he put this? he frowns, almost as though to himself. ]
It's sad, to watch them suffer. They kill themselves, both figuratively and literally, over the most inconsequential things. They can't even conceive of how short their lives are.
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[For a moment, 9S seems at a loss for words. He's poured through so many old world records as well as those stored on the machine network, he knows, intellectually, that's what happens.
He thinks about his own life.]
Maybe... maybe it's because their lives are so short. Every moment would seem precious then, wouldn't it? The things that seem so unimportant... maybe to them, it means the world.
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[ in the same way a human can't possibly begin to conceptualize the millions of years he's been alive for, he can't conceptualize being here for such a short time. it's just not possible. ]
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What sort of things would you say 'truly mean something'? What would you do instead, then?
[9S idly kicks at the ground. This other guy makes it sound like there's some kind of lofty goal humans should aspire to.]
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[ it's a bit difficult for him to conceptualize. he's never truly considered his own happiness. ]
What I would do is besides the point.