Anna Amarande (
hauntedsavior) wrote2018-06-07 01:38 pm
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somebody put me together
Damn it. She's put off getting this air filter changed for too long, and her display won't shut up about how there's a catastrophic failure in the intake port or whatever. A2 almost literally drags her body over to the mechanic's bench and sits herself down with a loud, unceremonious noise. She can talk just fine, but literal sirens in her head keep going off every time she tries, so she's speaking loudly to Brigitte, too.
"Finally caught up with me. I need a new air filter." Should be simple enough. Doesn't mean Brigitte can help, but she's the best hope A2's got.
"Finally caught up with me. I need a new air filter." Should be simple enough. Doesn't mean Brigitte can help, but she's the best hope A2's got.

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"It's fine," she said, louder than she wanted to. The voice modulator was still working just fine, after all. "Just replace it fast so my body shuts up." God, she hoped that was everything that was wrong with her.
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Next was the more delicate part. Sure, screws usually made things simple enough-but it required very precise placement on her part. Holding her breath, Brigitte slowly slid the filter into place, looking to A2 to tell her when and if everything stopped shouting at her.
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And the alerts started slowing down and normalizing further, from yellow to the familiar white of her HUD. The only one that remained was something about re-securing it, which was admittedly kind of an important thing to be warning about, but at least this was a safe scenario and everything else was more or less shutting up.
"Almost good. Just screw it in."