[He's watched enough sci-fi movies to know what that means, but... is he serious? He doesn't really look or act like a robot, or anything -
And then there's another scream. Fuck. Alarm and adrenaline races through Akira's veins, prickling along his skin as the hairs along the back of his neck stood on end.] Oh, fuck this.
[He should know better than this, but someone's in trouble, so he decides to ignore his better judgment.
A keen eye would notice that the skin on his right hand seemed to cloud and grow dark, a sort of blueish-gray, the tips of his fingers sharpening into razor-like claws. With 9S having stepped away from the wall, he lashes out at it, scoring a deep gouge in the metallic surface. He slashes a few more times, widening the cut, though he feels his progress slowing to a halt, stymied by a dense network of metal guts and wiring.
He growls, the sound low and dangerous in his throat. He shakes his hand, and it returns back to normal.] Well, shit. We ain't gettin' through this way. The inside of the wall's tougher than the outside.
[He seems more intent on what he'd been trying to do, utterly ignoring what he'd just done to try to accomplish it.]
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[He's watched enough sci-fi movies to know what that means, but... is he serious? He doesn't really look or act like a robot, or anything -
And then there's another scream. Fuck. Alarm and adrenaline races through Akira's veins, prickling along his skin as the hairs along the back of his neck stood on end.] Oh, fuck this.
[He should know better than this, but someone's in trouble, so he decides to ignore his better judgment.
A keen eye would notice that the skin on his right hand seemed to cloud and grow dark, a sort of blueish-gray, the tips of his fingers sharpening into razor-like claws. With 9S having stepped away from the wall, he lashes out at it, scoring a deep gouge in the metallic surface. He slashes a few more times, widening the cut, though he feels his progress slowing to a halt, stymied by a dense network of metal guts and wiring.
He growls, the sound low and dangerous in his throat. He shakes his hand, and it returns back to normal.] Well, shit. We ain't gettin' through this way. The inside of the wall's tougher than the outside.
[He seems more intent on what he'd been trying to do, utterly ignoring what he'd just done to try to accomplish it.]