ONE; hatching [ This is, without a doubt, the grossest 9S has ever felt in his life.
Not that it does much to dampen his current irritation. He gets tossed into a cell—and not without one of the few who handled him here grumbling about how a scrawny looking kid could be so heavy—and despite how coated he is in slime, is quick to get back up and start pounding at the door with a fist. The exit is locked tight, refusing to budge. ]
—Hey! Get the hell back here and let me out!!
[ Have the misfortune of sharing a cell? Maybe you ought to tell him to chill out. ]
TWO; basecamp [ When 9S is handed a tray of mystery slop, he's hardly able to get a word in to explain he doesn't need anything to eat. The one going around serving those like him, however, is busy and just wants to get their work done, so he's left with... well, mystery slop. Maybe he could at least try it... but nothing about the meal provided looks appetizing at all.
Curiously, 9S inspects the piece of broccoli, turning it between two fingers; although there's what seems to be a black piece of cloth wrapped around his face, apparently it does little to hinder his eyesight. If someone takes a seat nearby, he'll look back up. ]
... You want any of this?
THREE; the rat warren [ The smears of red trailing down into the large opening is neither a good nor welcoming sight. With a grimace, 9S pauses a short distance away from the edge, attempting to peer down from his position—but no such luck. There's nothing to see, but there's a lot to smell.
And so, he glances over his shoulder to whoever has accompanied—or, most likely, lead—him all this way. ]
You don't have to go down there.
[ This short statured kid, however? Totally ready (okay, more like reluctantly ready) to go in your stead. At least he's got a bronze colored katana floating at his backside, so he isn't completely unprepared. ]
OBLIGATORY WILDCARD ( slap down your own prompt, tweak any of the above, whatever I'm easy! feel free to pm if you'd like to plot something out. )
9S • nier: automata
[ This is, without a doubt, the grossest 9S has ever felt in his life.
Not that it does much to dampen his current irritation. He gets tossed into a cell—and not without one of the few who handled him here grumbling about how a scrawny looking kid could be so heavy—and despite how coated he is in slime, is quick to get back up and start pounding at the door with a fist. The exit is locked tight, refusing to budge. ]
—Hey! Get the hell back here and let me out!!
[ Have the misfortune of sharing a cell? Maybe you ought to tell him to chill out. ]
TWO; basecamp
[ When 9S is handed a tray of mystery slop, he's hardly able to get a word in to explain he doesn't need anything to eat. The one going around serving those like him, however, is busy and just wants to get their work done, so he's left with... well, mystery slop. Maybe he could at least try it... but nothing about the meal provided looks appetizing at all.
Curiously, 9S inspects the piece of broccoli, turning it between two fingers; although there's what seems to be a black piece of cloth wrapped around his face, apparently it does little to hinder his eyesight. If someone takes a seat nearby, he'll look back up. ]
... You want any of this?
THREE; the rat warren
[ The smears of red trailing down into the large opening is neither a good nor welcoming sight. With a grimace, 9S pauses a short distance away from the edge, attempting to peer down from his position—but no such luck. There's nothing to see, but there's a lot to smell.
And so, he glances over his shoulder to whoever has accompanied—or, most likely, lead—him all this way. ]
You don't have to go down there.
[ This short statured kid, however? Totally ready (okay, more like reluctantly ready) to go in your stead. At least he's got a bronze colored katana floating at his backside, so he isn't completely unprepared. ]
OBLIGATORY WILDCARD
( slap down your own prompt, tweak any of the above, whatever I'm easy! feel free to pm if you'd like to plot something out. )