ONE. CITY RUINS [ This section of the city may have been left to rot, abandoned with no one left to care for it, but it hardly comes as an unsettling sight to 9S. If anything, it's familiar—too similar to an Earth he left behind, likewise deserted of human civilization where the only proof they ever existed in the first place were decayed ruins. 9S had performed countless missions in such conditions, and he wasn't convinced he'd ever have to do it again these days. Seems like he was wrong.
Once they're all prepared to set out—quickly, too, because seventy-two hours is only so long—9S doesn't hesitate to venture into the streets, with Pod floating overhead as usual.
Whether you've been with him the whole time or are only just now running into him, sometime while digging around town 9S can be caught trying to pry an old door to a former convenience store open, with little luck. The hinges creak, but it doesn't budge. 9S slips out an annoyed grunt after a few failed attempts. ]
Aw, come on. How stuck is this thing?
TWO. THE STORM [ During the next day, when the group (or perhaps some of them, anyway) choose to journey into the storm, 9S decides to come with. Perhaps he hadn't expected what would follow, despite warnings, or maybe he was willing to take the risks—no matter the reason, barely an hour passes by before he already has to turn back.
9S doesn't walk away from the storm so much as he stumbles from it, a struggle in his steps as he does his best to reach a safe enough distance away from the intense, pulsating electrical currents that had screwed up his circuits. Even Pod appears to be having some trouble, bobbing erratically in the air while following 9S. When they make it far enough (he's hoping it's far enough), he stops to lean against a mostly rusted street light, like someone trying to catch their breath, but he'll still call out to anyone nearby whether they're pursuing their own storm investigations or likewise coming away from it: ]
Hey— [ 9S' voice comes out fuzzy and full of static, though, like an old recording. ] Which way was the station again...?
WILDCARD [ you know how these work. pm/pp/whatever me if you'd like to plot something out! ]
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[ This section of the city may have been left to rot, abandoned with no one left to care for it, but it hardly comes as an unsettling sight to 9S. If anything, it's familiar—too similar to an Earth he left behind, likewise deserted of human civilization where the only proof they ever existed in the first place were decayed ruins. 9S had performed countless missions in such conditions, and he wasn't convinced he'd ever have to do it again these days. Seems like he was wrong.
Once they're all prepared to set out—quickly, too, because seventy-two hours is only so long—9S doesn't hesitate to venture into the streets, with Pod floating overhead as usual.
Whether you've been with him the whole time or are only just now running into him, sometime while digging around town 9S can be caught trying to pry an old door to a former convenience store open, with little luck. The hinges creak, but it doesn't budge. 9S slips out an annoyed grunt after a few failed attempts. ]
Aw, come on. How stuck is this thing?
TWO. THE STORM
[ During the next day, when the group (or perhaps some of them, anyway) choose to journey into the storm, 9S decides to come with. Perhaps he hadn't expected what would follow, despite warnings, or maybe he was willing to take the risks—no matter the reason, barely an hour passes by before he already has to turn back.
9S doesn't walk away from the storm so much as he stumbles from it, a struggle in his steps as he does his best to reach a safe enough distance away from the intense, pulsating electrical currents that had screwed up his circuits. Even Pod appears to be having some trouble, bobbing erratically in the air while following 9S. When they make it far enough (he's hoping it's far enough), he stops to lean against a mostly rusted street light, like someone trying to catch their breath, but he'll still call out to anyone nearby whether they're pursuing their own storm investigations or likewise coming away from it: ]
Hey— [ 9S' voice comes out fuzzy and full of static, though, like an old recording. ] Which way was the station again...?
WILDCARD
[ you know how these work. pm/pp/whatever me if you'd like to plot something out! ]