Model S, Number 9.
✎: Eugene
Nier: Automata. A canon-flexible, independent portrayal. Knowledgeable on Drakengard 1/3 and Nier lore.
18+ themes of violence and nihilism ahead.
@2Betray — unit began to go down into the chasm below, 9S listened. Sure enough, the pings were getting much faster as the Pod lost altitude.
"Whatever the signals are, there's definitely something down there.
What do you think, 2B? Should we go down and investigate? It's not an easy —
@2Betray — but it was definitely faster.
"Follow me! They're getting stronger this way."
And with an eagerness, he ran ahead. In fact, just running in the snow felt so refreshing for him. It was a bit more slippery, but for his combat boots and natural balance, it was no trouble for —
@2Betray — could be nearby.
("We walked into that abandoned factory, and I even remember the schematics of that factory, so why do I not remember? Did we end up fixing that access point? We did. I know wed did.")
@2Betray — according to what the archives told him.
"Pod, keep the Scanner on. There could always be key materials we could pick up on the way."
["Understood."]
153 emitted a small antenna and started to use sonar pings, trying to detect if there was any hidden precious material that —
. . .
The plush in his likeness is rather. Adorable. He wouldn't admit that to a stranger, much less to a machine.
But he did nod, and he couldn't help but grin at the sight.
@2Betray — to occupy himself. Though, he ended up stretching too far back and ended up hitting the hilt of his Cruel Oath.
"Ow!"
That just made him rub the back of his white hair. If his combat visor wasn't on, his wincing would be more evident.
"...Right.
Let's hope that, —