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Atasado played silently, not minding the silence around her too much. It was a lonely life, being a unit built for and alive solely for destruction and hunting. She tried not to think about it; the thoughts only led to what would happen if the war ended. The most obvious answer was that she would be deactivated and 'hung up', set aside for some future use, or entirely replaced. Could she even die? Sure, running out of energy was 'game over', and there was no resurrection available for her - but otherwise, she hadn't noticed any aging in her physical form. Not that she was really organic, though, so it made sense...
She hadn't realized her mind was wandering until she missed a key, snapping back to reality as she stared down at the piano. A few small wet spots on it made her attention go to her eyes, and she raised her eyes, before wiping tears away. She used a different napkin from before now, this one more violet in tint, and wiped the keys. Now she stared down silently, unmoving for a long time. She felt Snowball curl up by her leg, and she smiled down to her, before setting down the cover to the keyboard before leaning down as she picked up the fox. 'Is he truly returning?' She wondered, her internal time-keeping telling her how close to the 'thirty minutes' it really was. She stood up and walked to her room, setting Snowball down on her bed, before walking across the hall to the other. After unlocking the door, she stepped into the other bedroom, this one more pink than Atasado's greyscale room. She knelt beside the apparently sleeping figure, turning her over and pulling the back of her sweatshirt down as she pressed down a button in between her shoulder-blades.
The other, a shorter, younger figure than Atasado, sat up a few moments after, brown eyes staring blankly at nothing. "Asanil," Atasado spoke, catching the younger's attention. "Watch after the house, and Snowball." The violet-haired girl stared, before nodding. "Understood, ma'am," she said, standing up. "Is there anything else?" As Atasado shook her head, Asanil nodded, and the smaller android trailed behind Atasado as she exited the room. "Will you be returning tonight?" She asked. The only response came as Atasado fell silent, and Asanil's head tilted, before she nodded again. "Understood." Unlike Atasado, Asanil was created solely to assist others; she had no offensive capacity, and was more of a full-on "assistance android" than anything else. She had no need to question or argue against the person she was assigned to assist.
Atasado gave a curt nod to Asanil, before heading down the stairs and leaving her shelter. Asanil stayed in her location, silently keeping her senses out to watch out for disturbances in the house, and keeping her gaze inside of Atasado's room to keep track of Snowball.
'Almost a half an hour, now,' Atasado again told herself mentally, her eyebrows furrowing. She kept her path towards the city, finding that to be the most probable location that her acquaintance would have headed off into. She preoccupied herself during her fast-paced march by trying to recall the names of everyone stationed there. "Hellhound," she muttered, saying the names as they came up, "and Condor..." She didn't need to keep thinking. She already knew those two names alone were bad omens for any mutant, both people keen on finding their prey, both with merciless hounds beside them. Of course, such a thing... it was common, in the end. Very few had the capacity left to care...
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