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9S tilts his head slightly as Sephiroth claims to have a high tolerance for pain. Is that so? Then why does he seem so miffed? His cortisol levels are quite high as well, spiking just a bit more when he puts down the mirror after looking at the results.

A gruff word of thanks is offered, and 9S huffs a small laugh.

"It's no problem. I apologise for intruding and pushing your boundaries. I'm... not very used to interacting with humans."

That's an understatement. Sephiroth is one of the first humans 9S has ever really spoken to for more than a few minutes.

Gingerly, he puts the cleaned piercing tools back into the small kit they came from, and closes the plastic case with a click. He debates asking for a second, but decides to ask in the end, lightheartedly.

"Is... something on your mind? Unless, of course, you're always this cranky."

9S stutters when the marker is shoved into his hands, and Sephiroth crosses his arms and... pouts. Well, he was the one who asked! He was the one who wanted pierced ears! 9S was just trying to... well, maybe he was butting in a little, but it was better to be safe than sorry, right?

"Ah, alright then!"

9S takes off his gloves and, as if he's pierced someone before, takes the rubbing alcohol and sanitises his hands and Seph's ears. He makes another mark that, according to the measurements on the HUD in his 'blindfold', is perfectly centered. Then, taking a piece of ice, he presses it to one of the lobes to temporarily numb the area.

"Okay, please stay still, and try not to flinch."

9S guides Seph's chin gently to the side, puts the ice down and the needle up. Without anymore warning, 9S pushes the needle in and with the stud at the end, pulls it all through smoothly. He puts the post onto the back, and sets to disinfecting the needle again.

"Well, how was it? If you feel lightheaded, you should lay down."

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Oh, another third thing! Robot. And yes, robots are machines, but he's been so brainwashed by YoRHa to categorise Machines and Androids separately that to him... Robot is something different. Like, a neutral field.

"Oh! No, that's okay, I can do most any equation myself anyway."

He watches the screen-like eyes give him a once over, but 9S doesn't think much of it. Maybe she's trying to get a read on his systems or something? Then she mentions something about a hot topic, and giving directions to it. He doesn't know what that is, but he does know what a mall is!

"Oh, I didn't, but I certainly won't turn down the info. What is the hot topic at the mall?"

Oh, well, 9S wasn't really sure what to do. They looked like a machine, but Pod 153 was adamant that the being across the Netwalk park was not. Spirale was simply full of different being that 9S never anticipated meeting, and he had no reason anymore to dislike machines so... Maybe this was an opportunity for a new start!

"Hello! Are you a machine? Or do you qualify as something else?"

Definitely starting off on the right foot! For someone programmed to fight machines, he was being very civil! Pascal would be proud.

@bitemedotmp3

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9S is a bit nervous that the young woman will lash out, offended by the question. Who knows-- maybe she likes being that way! He should have stopped Pod 153 before it could say anything, but... 9S found himself concerned that there was a possibility that there was another malfunctioning android he could help. Maybe he wasn't a healer unit, but he knew a thing or two about first aid.

She wasn't YoRHa, but that wasn't too surprising. He's yet to find another unit from his home, and 9S really isn't sure if he's grateful for that or not.

"Fairly comprehensive. I can do a surface scan just like this, but if you allow me, I can hack parts of your inner workings to get a deeper read as well-- with your permission, of course. Scanner units aren't inherently healers, but if you have a self-repair module that's not letting you regenerate your wounds, I can probably figure out why that is, if not potentially fix it. No promises, though."

Well, no promises for anything, really. Ivy isn't YoRHa, so her inner workings would be completely unfamiliar to 9S. He can't help but feel that itch of curiosity, though, and hope that she allows him to help.

"The most I can guarantee, is that nothing negative would come of it. I'm a pretty advanced unit."

Ivy was wary of the hovering machine, reminded of the drones under the control of ARC. With no immediate threat to her system, however, she felt no need to strike it. Instead she listened to its diagnosis and tilted her head, eyes still narrowed in distrust.

"Units like you..." she repeated when a young man spoke, claiming some direct knowledge of the machine. It was simple to guess he was a robot as well, very similar in visual build to an Architect. "YoRHa", he said.

She looked down at her hands, wondering if the machine may have perceived her inconsistent skin covering as damage. There were other anomalies, limitations, and potential damage to her inner workings, but it would have to be quite advanced to pick up on that. The possibility was intriguing.

"There is no entry on YoRHa in my system," she said simply, her eyes back on the machine. They shifted over to him shortly. "I'm Ivy. Unit 9S, how comprehensive are your machine's scans?"

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Oh, wow, this girl was a trove of hobbies! Accessories, games, music-- she has a lot of experience! Based on her tone, 9S feels he should probably broach the first one mentioned, seeing as she mentioned it was her hobby in her own world.

"Accessories? Like the flowers in your hair, or the halo?"

"Do you make your own? Or simply buy whatever suits your taste?"

He's quite eager to find out, since such frivilous things were frowned upon in YoRHa. Some androids liked to accessorise themselves with bits of things they found here and there-- flowers or shells or things made from metal, but 9S was never one to do so.

"Hobbies?" The way he approached felt similar to those questionnaires people tried to get others to fill out in malls. Only unlike the intent to get another to buy hundreds of products 9S's felt clearly more genuine compared to before.

"Well collcting accessories was what I usually did before arriving here. Helps that this place keeps things pretty interesting with pieces I've never seen before." Even the most unusual ones managed to intrigue Mika on top of the "cute" ones she loved.

"...Though my roommate is trying to get me into other lately. Video games, other types of music, whatever else they want to shove my way. It doesn't feel like it'd be my cup of tea but I'm giving her the benefit of the doubt for now."

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In a blink of an eye, the one ice cream turned into two. 9S' eyebrows raise, and he makes a small surprised noise when the cone is handed over to him. Wow-- was this some sort of magic? He heard of it existing thousands of years ago in his own world, something about a Black and White book, but seeing it was... different.

"Oh, what an amazing ability...! Can you copy anything? Or only food?"

He takes a small taste, while Pod 153 isn't there to tell him not to. It's... incredible. Sweet, and cold, and creamy. The first thing he's ever eaten... He almost forgets to respond to the stranger, he's so taken aback by the ice cream.

"Wh-- oh! Yeah, Pod 153 wanted to see if it could hack into the digital part of the dog. I guess the dog thinks it's some kind of game, though."

He takes another taste of the ice cream, and swings his legs a little, happy.

"Thank you for this. I've never eaten human food before! My name is 9S, and yours?"

"I do have one," they say with a teasing smile. The smile turns into a laugh at his question, "Sometimes! Yeah, it's a way to get to know someone and make friends." Of course, it can be dangerous, too. In Indigo's hand, another safe-to-eat ice cream appears, untouched. "Some people like to share an ice cream with others.

Here." And the one that has yet to be touched is handed to the other. "Seems that lil guy's enjoying the chase."

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"I see, brought here like me..."

He doesn't really remember much about being brought over. He was barely functioning, only having been fully repaired moments prior to his 'abduction' of sorts. Apparently, that's common, and 9S wonders how many of the people walking by are from their own worlds and are kept prisoners by the Stars.

"Oh, well, I... guess I could use the help. My name is 9S, it's nice to meet you. So, what exactly is this place?"

So he was new, after all. Klaus had a feeling, but did not want to assume. Well, this is why he does what he does, right? It's why everyone else is at different locations!

"I've been here long enough, but I'm like you. Brought here by the Stars." Now, he faces the newcomer with a kind smile. "My name is Klaus. I work at an organization that helps settle those who have arrived here." Amongst other things.

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9S smiles and lets a small sigh of relief out. This human was quite understanding! Not wanting Pod 153 to ruin it again, 9S does what he does best: talk!

"Ahaha, thank you, kind human. I'll never forget your forgiveness. Literally! Because it's data now."

Unless he somehow loses that data. Or all of his data. He doesn't want to think about that, though, so he doesn't! That's for later 9S to worry about someday. After all, how hard could finding several hundred petabytes worth of data storage be?

"My name is 9S, but my friends call me Nines. The rude one is Pod 153. What's your name?"

" Hmmm. "

Eiden's eyebrows rise as he gives an evaluating stare going back and forth between the two. Judging from the words he was looking for something to prolong his ....functions?

Is he a robot or something...?

The other one obviously is. Eiden can tell as much - guess it was just to help the other?

Finally Eiden crosses his arms and takes a deep sigh. When he speaks again there's faint melodic lilt in his voice:

" Hmm-mm! ♪ "

" I see how it is. Can't be helped then! Benevolent as I am I shall forgive thee! "

[type-s-number-9]

Ah, they were looking for flowers too! That makes sense, seeing as they're in the forest and all. Hmm, a golden flower? 9S brings his hand to his chin in thought, while he searches through his files about Earth for anything 'gold flower' related.

... Not much comes up. He never took too much interest in the plants around him before, too caught up in the war. He regrets it now.

"My search brings up a few species. Marigold, a large yellow flower with numerous petals. Solidago or 'Goldenrod', a small flower usually growing in long, rod-like clusters. Basket-of-God or Aurinia saxatilis, which grows on mountainsides in small bushels."

"I don't have much data on Earth flora, though. Do any of these sound familiar?"

Oh! That’s a little funny. Chara laughs, a bit, unable to help it. There’s enough distance between the two — and enough context clues to let Chara know that whoever this person is, they’re probably not human — let their guard down. Just a smidge — only enough thst maybe frisk could tell.

but frisk …

isn’t here.

“— ah! Forgive me. I do not mean to mock you. The reason I am here is actually much the same as yours. I am looking for a flower that is native to my home world.

I am looking for golden flowers. I have since I was thrust here. I am not sure they exist here, but I will stay determined.”

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He's like, 99.9999% sure that is battery acid that the robot-machine woman is sipping from. It definitely isn't a square can labelled 'battery acid' with the top screwed off and a bendy straw poking out of it for... aesthetic reasons. Though, it would be a very convincing prank, he can smell the acrid tang from where he's standing.

9S should maybe be more polite, not stare and all, but he really can't help it in this case.

"Uh."

"Nnnno. But. I mean. Isn't that corrosive to your system?"

9S is fairly sure he remembers machines drinking oil, and sometimes water, but never... acids. Or maybe they would and his world just lacked the presence of it.

"If anything, do you need help? Before a hole burns through your circuts??"

While she's not a fan of salt water and sand for what should be fairly obvious reasons, Queen can't help but be drawn to the Golden Ward's boardwalk. There's something about it that reminds her of home.

She can't decide which ride she wants to try first, so she settles on getting herself a cup of ice... which she promptly dumps out, so she can refill it with battery acid that she snuck into the park. Ice will dilute her drink and corrode her internals, after all.

This young man by the drink stand — and his robot companion — have been staring at her for what feels like a while. Though she can't be sure if they're both looking at her, since one doesn't have eyes and the other is wearing a blindfold...

To counter this, she takes a sip of her beverage for an obnoxiously long time, past the point where her drink is empty and she's just sucking air through a straw.

* (Slurrrrrrrrp) * Can I Help You Young Man

That ought to put her on the right foot for this exchange.

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Send me ✔ and I will bold my preferences for your muse!

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Do I know your muse(s):  yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse

Setting: our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protecter - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other 

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This... This was definitely a machine from his world, right?

They looked like one, moved like one, and even if Pod 153 insisted that the being wasn't a machine from his world... He can't quite believe it. He approaches the machine with no malice, but... a bit of hesitation. He still tries to be friendly... ish!

"Hello, ah, sorry for bothering you. Just wondering, do you know someone named Pascal?"

He pauses, shifting his weight on his feet slightly. This is awkward.

"Or Adam? Eve?"

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9S stutters when the marker is shoved into his hands, and Sephiroth crosses his arms and... pouts. Well, he was the one who asked! He was the one who wanted pierced ears! 9S was just trying to... well, maybe he was butting in a little, but it was better to be safe than sorry, right?

"Ah, alright then!"

9S takes off his gloves and, as if he's pierced someone before, takes the rubbing alcohol and sanitises his hands and Seph's ears. He makes another mark that, according to the measurements on the HUD in his 'blindfold', is perfectly centered. Then, taking a piece of ice, he presses it to one of the lobes to temporarily numb the area.

"Okay, please stay still, and try not to flinch."

9S guides Seph's chin gently to the side, puts the ice down and the needle up. Without anymore warning, 9S pushes the needle in and with the stud at the end, pulls it all through smoothly. He puts the post onto the back, and sets to disinfecting the needle again.

"Well, how was it? If you feel lightheaded, you should lay down."

Hearing how much he was off made him more frustrated and angry. So what if it was off by a mere millimeter? It wasn't as if anyone would be able to tell the difference. Not even Hojo would be able to see how off it was. He'd be too enraged by the fact Sephiroth dared to change something on himself without his express permission.

"Here," He said and aggressively shoved the marker into 9S's hands. "Just make it quick."

He crossed his arms with a petulant pout on his lips. Hojo couldn't get mad at him if someone else did it, right? He looked at 9S from his peripheral. He looked like someone who has been in battles, and he's older, too. Sephiroth just let his guard down and both of his ears just happened to be pricked.

"You can use the needles, too."

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So far, the two fish settled in fine at home, but... other than that, fish-keeping was a pretty boring hobby. Somewhat bothered by the fact that he didn't have any pastimes that he wasn't programmed to like, 9S decided to do some hobby R&D. He even has a little notepad to write things down on! Apparently just asking and recording it in his memory was strange to people, and they responded much better to physical means of note taking.

"Excuse me! Sorry to bother you, can I ask a question?"

"My name is 9S. So! As a human..."

Uh, oh, hm, he looks human, but there's some differences. Did they count as a human? Ah, well, it probably didn't matter.

"Human-like-person! What is your main hobby and why?"

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Oh, well, 9S wasn't really sure what to do. They looked like a machine, but Pod 153 was adamant that the being across the Netwalk park was not. Spirale was simply full of different being that 9S never anticipated meeting, and he had no reason anymore to dislike machines so... Maybe this was an opportunity for a new start!

"Hello! Are you a machine? Or do you qualify as something else?"

Definitely starting off on the right foot! For someone programmed to fight machines, he was being very civil! Pascal would be proud.

@bitemedotmp3

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Okay, here's the plan. 9S is going to go up to a human and ask them about hobbies. He'll log data of ones he finds interesting, and then research that hobby, and then do the hobby!

"Excuse me, miss!"

He smiles and waves down what he thinks is a human... until he sees her wings and halo. Well. Close enough!

"My name is 9S, and I'm researching hobbies to get into! Would you mind telling me what your main hobby is and why?"

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I want this little man to have friends

like for a small starter! no cap atm!