[ 9S freezes in his steps instantaneously. Baffled stare settled on the figure before him, he does little more than move his head to Simon's movements.
Did he hear that voice right? The dissonance between what 9S hears and sees is jarring enough to be at a loss for words, but even that doesn't distract him for long from their surroundings.
It's familiar, in a way, in the sense that it could be straight out of the old, abandoned factories and warehouses 9S has ventured through in the past. None of it is aged and rusted and broken down enough to be exactly those places, of course, and there's a few choice additions he's yet to lay eyes on before. Not that it's comforting; it isn't. He can't shake the feeling that this isn't right, with the vague recollection of a warning just moments before stepping into... wherever the hell this is.
A cursory scan is all 9S gives when he turns back forward, belatedly following behind Simon with caution in his steps. He doesn't get too close to the terminals, however; he's seen his fair share of them in his time, and no matter how sleek or clunky they tended to vary in, none of them ever oozed such an inky black substance, nor were infested by... What could he compare that to? 9S doesn't know, but it's unsettling. His mouth twists in disgust. ]
Would you? Akvos doesn't have anything like this. [ Well, it shouldn't. ] Looks like the only hint we're gonna get about this place might be in, err...
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Did he hear that voice right? The dissonance between what 9S hears and sees is jarring enough to be at a loss for words, but even that doesn't distract him for long from their surroundings.
It's familiar, in a way, in the sense that it could be straight out of the old, abandoned factories and warehouses 9S has ventured through in the past. None of it is aged and rusted and broken down enough to be exactly those places, of course, and there's a few choice additions he's yet to lay eyes on before. Not that it's comforting; it isn't. He can't shake the feeling that this isn't right, with the vague recollection of a warning just moments before stepping into... wherever the hell this is.
A cursory scan is all 9S gives when he turns back forward, belatedly following behind Simon with caution in his steps. He doesn't get too close to the terminals, however; he's seen his fair share of them in his time, and no matter how sleek or clunky they tended to vary in, none of them ever oozed such an inky black substance, nor were infested by... What could he compare that to? 9S doesn't know, but it's unsettling. His mouth twists in disgust. ]
Would you? Akvos doesn't have anything like this. [ Well, it shouldn't. ] Looks like the only hint we're gonna get about this place might be in, err...
[ Those hunks of trash sitting there, probably. ]