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Send “🌀” to find my muse, injured and alone after being beaten up - Accepting
Blue blood running down his cheek like dark blue tears flowing from the cracked optical unit, leaving stains on the perfect synthetic skin. One of his arms was dislocated, broken, useless. A scan of his system told him that no vital bio-components were damaged but the rapid beating on the head damaged his gyroscope, which would make moving very bothersome.
An unfortunate string of events, really. Just a little evening stroll through the streets of Detroit and an unforeseen encounter with anti-droid fascists. Nines had tried to resolve the conflict peacefully, trying not to hurt them and now he payed the price.
Trying to get up, using a wall to stabilize himself, the android heard someone approaching. “Who is there?” Nines asked, turning his head and losing balance in the progress, falling back to the ground. A frustrated sound escaped the mechanical man while he turned his head again to scan the person, but he was having trouble to do so, due to the useless left eye that was cracked in a half. “Detective Reed? Is that you?” the results were mixed up but Nines could swear he recognized the detectives steps.
