ONE [ The enemies that crawl into the castle grounds may be familiar to most on the team, yet for 9S, they're all unlike anything he's seen before. Still—they're all something he knows they must fight, and he very much hopes he can stand a chance against the large swarm. Nonetheless, he tries; they have everything to lose if they fail here.
Perhaps you've found yourself surrounded by goblins, cornered with little chance to outrun them. Before they can make the situation any worse, suddenly—a sword strikes into one of their backs, like a hunter throwing a spear into their prey. The goblin lets out a pained gasp, doubling over, and as the rest of their comrades lose their focus on their single target, the sword piercing the goblin's back disappears fades off with a golden shimmer, only to reappear in the hands of 9S standing a short distance behind the crew. As always, Pod 153 floats over his shoulder, ready to assist.
The chance to either run or fight back is given. ]
TWO [ The journey toward the mines is indeed a long one. As an android, 9S has stamina most others lack, however. Maybe they're only halfway there, or almost; no matter the distance, if 9S spots anyone who seems as if they're having difficulty pressing on, he'll catch up to their side. ]
Uh, hey—you need any help there?
THREE [ All of ALASTAIR has been gathered in Oska in wake of their suscess. Everyone is tired, but relieved with feelings of victory, and 9S is no different; he's as exhausted as everyone else, but opts to save the much needed rest for after he's seen the few faces he knows as familiar in hopes they've all made it through okay. There's food, but he doesn't quite need it; instead, he lingers about, and even manages to strike some conversation with a few strangers.
Then the announcement happens. It comes as no surprise that most—nearly all—desire to return to their home worlds. It's in that moment that 9S realizes he's not one of those people.
A quiet dread swells up within him as the discussion goes on, and the red-headed girl barges in, and conflicting opinions of what actions they should take grow. But 9S does little more than stand back, watching what others do from behind the blindfold that covers his face, listening to the words spoken around him.
Eventually, he speaks up to whoever stands close by, voice quiet and uncertain: ]
... What do you think?
WILDCARD [ For any other prompts/scenarios you'd rather do! There's a lot going on and I sure didn't make prompts for a lot of it for the sake of not having to write a zillion of 'em, but I'm willing to play with ANY of this stuff so just lay whatever on me! PM or plurk at deltaserver for plotting is good! ]
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[ The enemies that crawl into the castle grounds may be familiar to most on the team, yet for 9S, they're all unlike anything he's seen before. Still—they're all something he knows they must fight, and he very much hopes he can stand a chance against the large swarm. Nonetheless, he tries; they have everything to lose if they fail here.
Perhaps you've found yourself surrounded by goblins, cornered with little chance to outrun them. Before they can make the situation any worse, suddenly—a sword strikes into one of their backs, like a hunter throwing a spear into their prey. The goblin lets out a pained gasp, doubling over, and as the rest of their comrades lose their focus on their single target, the sword piercing the goblin's back disappears fades off with a golden shimmer, only to reappear in the hands of 9S standing a short distance behind the crew. As always, Pod 153 floats over his shoulder, ready to assist.
The chance to either run or fight back is given. ]
TWO
[ The journey toward the mines is indeed a long one. As an android, 9S has stamina most others lack, however. Maybe they're only halfway there, or almost; no matter the distance, if 9S spots anyone who seems as if they're having difficulty pressing on, he'll catch up to their side. ]
Uh, hey—you need any help there?
THREE
[ All of ALASTAIR has been gathered in Oska in wake of their suscess. Everyone is tired, but relieved with feelings of victory, and 9S is no different; he's as exhausted as everyone else, but opts to save the much needed rest for after he's seen the few faces he knows as familiar in hopes they've all made it through okay. There's food, but he doesn't quite need it; instead, he lingers about, and even manages to strike some conversation with a few strangers.
Then the announcement happens. It comes as no surprise that most—nearly all—desire to return to their home worlds. It's in that moment that 9S realizes he's not one of those people.
A quiet dread swells up within him as the discussion goes on, and the red-headed girl barges in, and conflicting opinions of what actions they should take grow. But 9S does little more than stand back, watching what others do from behind the blindfold that covers his face, listening to the words spoken around him.
Eventually, he speaks up to whoever stands close by, voice quiet and uncertain: ]
... What do you think?
WILDCARD
[ For any other prompts/scenarios you'd rather do! There's a lot going on and I sure didn't make prompts for a lot of it for the sake of not having to write a zillion of 'em, but I'm willing to play with ANY of this stuff so just lay whatever on me! PM or plurk at