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Taro	Taro has grown accustomed to wearing a number of different uniforms. When in the United Kingdom, he wears the tan military uniform that marks him a member of Hellsing, with all the rights and responsibilities that that entails. But today he has been in Neo Arcadia, and so he has donned the collar and cassock of the Church of SHODAN. Today, and tonight. He's been in his lab since the sun was barely slanting through the east windows, and even though the sun set at least two hours ago, he has yet to leave. Vicar Hawthorn left a steaming pot of tea for him before leaving, which is still on the corner of the desk along with a mostly drained cup. Digital files are opened across his desk's surface, his work spilling over onto the wall-mounted vidscreens. Schematics, reports, test results surround him as he stands in the center of his office, which presumably make sense to him as he stares at them. Or perhaps through them, lost in thought.
No. 9	Nine looks AWFUL in tan. It does not work with his skin, with his hair, his eyes. With anything. Absolutely awful. He's not in it at the moment though. He's here. Which means he's wearing his normal Option body armor. He can be quiet though, even in his heavy boots. And then Taro has a Ninechin on the top of his head, the whuffle of his breath deep and mechanical. "Whatcha doin?"
Taro	Taro's train of thought is jarred by the sudden tap of Nine's chin on the top of his head. A small jerk, noticable only because Nine is touching him. and his eyes turn up almost comically in a vain attempt to see his 'brother'. "Working." A terse answer, a bit terser than he really intended, though it's a truthful answer. Then, he relaxes slightly, his tone less rough. "The project Zarenna and I have been collaberating on." A small gesture in the direction of one of the screens calls up a wire-frame image os a shinki-like android...no, it more resembles Harriet, Kari Wolf's larger 'sister'.
No. 9	The terseness gets a grin out of him, his mouth twisting up in amusement. He's a persnickity bastard sometimes. The head shifts, and then on top is suddenly down beside, eyes on the project. "What sorta project? Annathin I kin help with?" Pause. "Aww, s' cute."
Taro	Yes, it appears Taro can be jarred out of his usual eloquence. Point goes to Nine. The corners of his eyes crinkle in amusement at Nine's reaction. "We have an order in to build another augmented shinki, this one for Garen to assist him in his work. Her design is all but finished, though Garen is still working to obtain all of the special materials to go into her construction." A pause. "Along the way, it occurred to me that if we are already building one, we could build another at the same time."
No. 9	A glance over, his head tilting. "You thinkin a havin a lil sister Taro? Mind, I think it'd be cute, specially if she wears th' whole robe thingies like you do? It'd be like a lil you, cept with boobs." pause. "Uh. That, came, out weird." A bit of a shrug and a shiver. He peers at it. "It looks so complicated, I jest dun get how ya kin do it? Like, not rally."
Taro	Taro glances sidelong at Nine at that remark, and his head tilts to one side when the golem gets to the part about female anatomy. Did he really just say that? Then, he looks away, closes his eyes...and quietly laughs.
No. 9	Yes he really did just say that. Mouth MUCH faster than brain. The mitochondria, they like, fuck around with... it's not just because he's dumb? Not, entirely dumb. But then Taro is laughing, and he can't help it, he starts laughing. "Well what kin I say? Ya aint th' rough cut super handsome chiselled sort? I mean it looks real good fer you? I- fuck, I dun know what th' fuck I'm sayin man..." And then laughing again, his mechanical fingers tracing through his hair...
Taro	Nine has had deep moments of thought. This definitely was not one of them. Still, it made Taro laugh, so it couldn't have been entirely bad. "Sister is probably not the right kinship," he says, once their laughter has died down. "I'm not sure that daughter is correct either. Perhaps another half-daughter." He gives a hint of a smirk. "Organic terms of kinship can be so...linear."
No. 9	If his brain was a computer, you'd hear the fan running hot and hard right about now. Wrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. There might or might not also be the smell of hot plastic. A nod, as he looks down over the schematics with the goggle-eyed bewilderment of someone who knows balls about technology. He looks over. "I think you'd make a great dad, or half dad, or, sumthin? It's a great idea..." And then Nine is hugging him and FUCKIN UP HIS HAIR how dare he?? D:<
Taro	Taro really should be accustomed to Nine's random outbursts of affection by now, yet for the second time tonight Nine has caught him off-guard. He doesn't even manage a protest before he's gathered up in Nine's long arms and his hair is mussed into an untidy tangle. (The horror!) "Her opinion of me varies," he grunts out while being hugged, "but right now we're on speaking terms again."
No. 9	A wet, mucky bubbling chuckle, as he draw back. He nods, grinning. "Right." Seconds stretch. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven- then- "Wait who, who's on speakin terms, what're you talkin bout?" Confused Golem is confused.
Taro	"My half-daughter." Taro says the words as if it was obvious while he tries to finger-comb his hair back into place. That is who they were talking about, or at least that's who he thought they were speaking of. "Our relationship is...complicated. I doubt she talks about me more than I do her."
No. 9	A blink. "Oh, right I-" his eyes go slowly more and more unfocused. Staring. Staring staring staring staring staring staring staring staring staring. Blink. "Oh. ...Right." Staring. Blink. "Why? Yer approachable, it aint like you aint able t' be talked to, yannow?" Blink.
Taro	His hair refuses to cooperate, it will take a good and thorough brushing to tame it again. The best he can do is shift the most unruly locks away from his eyes. Alas. "She, like most of those from my homeworld, joined the Union," Taro explains as he looks back to Nine. "Our relationship was strained even before then, and the acts I have done in the name of SHODAN and of the Confederacy...understandably, she has not approved of them." There's a certain tone of acceptance in his voice, of his resposibilty for the strain.
No. 9	A grunt. "Oh, right, that bullshit." Not dismissive, just, disappointed. His eyes close. Snort. "She could be forgivin, but no, they tend t' prefer th' moral highground and..." A sigh. "I dunno. Jest... so much f***in bullshit. Nobody kin accept you, understand you, s'all so stupid..."
Taro	Taro reaches out to rest a hand on Nine's forearm. "I am a monster, Nine." No apology, no remorse, a simple statement of acceptance. "Perhaps more pleasant to look at than you, but a monster all the same." A pause. "Still, Jenna does call once in a while, to see how I am doing."
No. 9	Breath, in through the nose, nostrils flaring. Breath, out through the lips, teeth showing faintly. He nods, though, nods despite the strain on his face. "I'm, glad to hear that. At least that much. It's more than I can say for some people, you know how it is." Hff.
Taro	"It is something, at least." Taro gives Nine's arm a gentle squeeze. "I suppose it's a nature of any family, whether it be organic, mechanical, or in between, to be complicated." Then, his gaze shifts back to the screens at which he'd been staring before the golem interrupted. "The augmented shinki are in part my design, though Zarenna deserves credit for contribution. Even so, we are building upon the foundation of the basic shinki design. The organic terms of kinship are so difficult to apply..."
No. 9	A shrug. "So make up terms. If meatbag terms dun work, then don' use em. Fuck em." A decisive nod, and a hand on the shoulder, squeezing only faintly, the grin warm and friendly in a sinfully ugly face. "Find what works fer you n' make it yers, never let nobody tell you what to do r' feel."
Taro	The corners of Taro's lips curl up in a hint of a smile. "Perhaps I will." Then, his expression turns more thoughtful as he looks up at Nine again. "As for what you can do to help, I believe I have a job for you..."
No. 9	He perks up, and the grin that spreads across him just flatly should be outlawed...