βππππ£π₯π πΈππ¨ππͺπ€ π½π πππ π¨π€ π»πππ₯π A.βIβm sorry. I never quite realized how beautiful this world is. Iβm coming everyoneβ¦ Iβmβ¦ coming.β
A2 thought as she floated through the darkness. She felt at peace, finally.
Then it was suddenly swept away by a sense of panic. She couldnβt see, her vital signs were going haywire, and she couldnβt move. Was this some trick of the Machines? She screamed into nothingness. She was abruptly hit with everything at once, her sensors were still working in overdrive to find out where she was and what was happening as she was unceremoniously ripped from her shroud.
Commencing System Check Memory Unit: Green Initializing Tactics Log Loading Geographic Data: Failed Vitals: Green Remaining MP: 30% Black Box Temperature: Elevated Black Box Internal Pressure: Normal Activating IFF Activating FCS Initializing Pod Connection: Failed Launching DBU Setup Activating Inertia Control System Activating Environmental Sensors Equipment Authentication: Incomplete Equipment Status: Red All Systems: Error Combat Preparations Completeβ¦
Things started to stabilize, various gauges evening out. She slowly gets to her feet, her balance off and wobbly at first, the cool air brushed her synthetic skin alerting her to the fact that she was naked. Instinctively she reached for her sword, but nothing happened. It wasnβt there.
βFuck.β
She glanced around and noticed that there was a scattering of doors through the dense fog. One in particular drew her towards it.
It was when the strange door entranced her she ran into another Restless.
βπππ‘ ππππ₯ ππ π¦ ππ π¨ The hair on the back of her neck prickled when the Reaper appeared before her, blocking the door she was drawn to. Though she listened to what it was saying, its words defied all logic. Searching her databanks yielded nothing regarding this place and the being before her other than to call them fairy stories. Yet here she was. The reaper gestured towards a city covered in dark storm clouds on the horizon and then vanished in a puff of smoke, leaving her to approach the door with her name engraved.
Inside, she found the place to be a replica of one of the houses in Pascalβs village. It gave her both a sense of comfort and sent a pang to her black box. She saw the set of clothes, and put them on before she found small glowing statues- not holograms- ofβ¦the others. 2B, 9S, Pascal and the children, as well as her swords; things that were important to her. Though she was surprised that there werenβt statues of her original team. Perhaps it reflected just those she most recently cared about? She gently ran her hands over the statues, getting the feeling she needed to protect these things. There was also a portable monitor. She picked it up and started to scroll through it, trying to gather more information on this place. She was no Scanner; nor did she claim to be, but she did know a thing or two about gathering intel.
B.When she stepped back out into the twilight, A2 heard a scream, and her head snapped in the direction it came from. There she saw another Reaper dragging a fellow Restless by a chain clamped to a metal collar.
She clenched her hands into fists and she rushed the creature to save the poor Restless.
ππ ππ π¦ππ€ πππ πππππ π¨π€ A2 was mostly minding her own business when the storm hit the ship. She was seated off to the side on a crate, her arms crossed over her chest when the boat started to toss. It unnerved her, since she was incapable of swimming, but she trusted her balance to keep her steady.
She didnβt have too much of a problem keeping her footing and did her best to help the Restless that did, but then she heard it and froze.
Why are you even bothering? Youβre just a second-rate model. Let the real heroes take care of it.
C. The Shadow sounded like her, but more malicious. She tried to ignore its berating as she grabbed the arm of a Restless about to go skidding across the deck.
βGet below. Unless you want to die.β She paused, βAgain.β
πππ πΌπ₯ππ£πππ βππ₯πͺ Standing outside the gate, sheβd never seen so many βpeopleβ before. There were no black boxes detected, confusing her. She was lost in her thoughts as she walked the streets, finally happening upon the Notice Board. Missions. Something that is familiar. Sheβd fall back on that for the time being, since it was at least something she could understand.
D. When another Restless walked up to the board and started to examine it she turned to look at them, pointing to one of the missions.
βDonβt trouble yourself. Iβm taking that job.β She said coolly to the other Restless, her voice held little to no inflection.
A2 | Nier: Automata
A.βIβm sorry. I never quite realized how beautiful this world is. Iβm coming everyoneβ¦ Iβmβ¦ coming.β
A2 thought as she floated through the darkness. She felt at peace, finally.
Then it was suddenly swept away by a sense of panic. She couldnβt see, her vital signs were going haywire, and she couldnβt move. Was this some trick of the Machines? She screamed into nothingness. She was abruptly hit with everything at once, her sensors were still working in overdrive to find out where she was and what was happening as she was unceremoniously ripped from her shroud.
Things started to stabilize, various gauges evening out. She slowly gets to her feet, her balance off and wobbly at first, the cool air brushed her synthetic skin alerting her to the fact that she was naked. Instinctively she reached for her sword, but nothing happened. It wasnβt there.
βFuck.β
She glanced around and noticed that there was a scattering of doors through the dense fog. One in particular drew her towards it.
It was when the strange door entranced her she ran into another Restless.
βπππ‘ ππππ₯ ππ π¦ ππ π¨
The hair on the back of her neck prickled when the Reaper appeared before her, blocking the door she was drawn to. Though she listened to what it was saying, its words defied all logic. Searching her databanks yielded nothing regarding this place and the being before her other than to call them fairy stories. Yet here she was. The reaper gestured towards a city covered in dark storm clouds on the horizon and then vanished in a puff of smoke, leaving her to approach the door with her name engraved.
Inside, she found the place to be a replica of one of the houses in Pascalβs village. It gave her both a sense of comfort and sent a pang to her black box. She saw the set of clothes, and put them on before she found small glowing statues- not holograms- ofβ¦the others. 2B, 9S, Pascal and the children, as well as her swords; things that were important to her. Though she was surprised that there werenβt statues of her original team. Perhaps it reflected just those she most recently cared about? She gently ran her hands over the statues, getting the feeling she needed to protect these things. There was also a portable monitor. She picked it up and started to scroll through it, trying to gather more information on this place. She was no Scanner; nor did she claim to be, but she did know a thing or two about gathering intel.
B.When she stepped back out into the twilight, A2 heard a scream, and her head snapped in the direction it came from. There she saw another Reaper dragging a fellow Restless by a chain clamped to a metal collar.
She clenched her hands into fists and she rushed the creature to save the poor Restless.
ππ ππ π¦ππ€ πππ πππππ π¨π€
A2 was mostly minding her own business when the storm hit the ship. She was seated off to the side on a crate, her arms crossed over her chest when the boat started to toss. It unnerved her, since she was incapable of swimming, but she trusted her balance to keep her steady.
She didnβt have too much of a problem keeping her footing and did her best to help the Restless that did, but then she heard it and froze.
Why are you even bothering? Youβre just a second-rate model. Let the real heroes take care of it.
C. The Shadow sounded like her, but more malicious. She tried to ignore its berating as she grabbed the arm of a Restless about to go skidding across the deck.
βGet below. Unless you want to die.β She paused, βAgain.β
πππ πΌπ₯ππ£πππ βππ₯πͺ
Standing outside the gate, sheβd never seen so many βpeopleβ before. There were no black boxes detected, confusing her. She was lost in her thoughts as she walked the streets, finally happening upon the Notice Board. Missions. Something that is familiar. Sheβd fall back on that for the time being, since it was at least something she could understand.
D. When another Restless walked up to the board and started to examine it she turned to look at them, pointing to one of the missions.
βDonβt trouble yourself. Iβm taking that job.β She said coolly to the other Restless, her voice held little to no inflection.