paradisa | DLN 006 - Bomb [Dictated/Action.]

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DLN 006 - Bomb [Dictated/Action.]

Anyone care to explain where this pile of knitted scarves came from, or why my rooms covered in rust flakes? My internal clock is set a week ahead but it shouldn't have taken more than a few hours for me to sleep and recharge.

...If anyone wants a scarf, you'll find a box of them in the lobby in about ten minutes.

[Not too long after; Blues is carrying a box filled with yellow knitted scarves into the lobby and dropping it smack in the middle.]

[ooc: Off his loss.]

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[5 read about Blues' offer in his journal and has since made his way (slowly) down to the lobby. It takes him the full ten minutes just to get downstairs, and so he arrives more or less just in time to see the box being set down on the ground. He looks up at Blues, then at the box, which is taller than he is, and silently hopes to himself that he can at least retrieve a scarf without a lot of trouble; they look very warm, and on top of making a good winter blanket, he could probably also use whatever is left over to create something useful.]

Um... excuse me. Would it be okay if I took one?

[Blues was just about to leave when he heard 5's voice. He turned back to see the little sack person couldn't even reach the top of the box. He moved closer and knelt down between both 5 and the box.]

...Yeah, that's why I left it here, I see that wasn't quite as useful as I thought it was.

[He reaches into the box and removes a scarf to give to 5.]

No, it's okay, it's no trouble! Most people here are a lot bigger than me, ah--

[He pauses mid-sentence to gratefully accept the scarf. It is still far larger than he is-- but he's able enough to carry it, even if most of it drags on the floor behind him. Hugging a good portion of it to his chest, 5 smiles.]

Thanks. Did you make this? It's so soft.

...Sort of. I don't know how to knit, but from what I've gathered the castle may have had something to do with it.

[He can't help but smirk a little as 5 drags it along behind him.]

Do you want a hand with that?

"Sort of"... the castle helped you knit?

[He glances up with a vaguely worried expression, though his smile still lingers. People here are kind, and offer him help a lot... but he doesn't like making things harder for everyone.]

Oh, I'm okay... it would probably be a pain to ask you to carry it all the way upstairs for me, heh. If you could maybe push the elevator button, though, that would be helpful.

Apparently the castle changed me, made me older. I don't recall it, so I imagine that's when it happened.

It's no trouble, but if you insist. [He'll let 5 carry it, but he'll walk alongside him toward the elevator, he's in no particular rush.]

You don't remember that?

It happened to me, too, and to several of my friends, and they all seem to remember everything from those three days.

[He understandably moves rather slowly compared to a human, but does his best to keep a quick pace so that Blues won't have to slow down to the point of it being aggravating.]

[Well he's pretty comfortably adjusting his pace to work with how fast 5 can go, being a machine helps with that. 5 may notice a bit more weight in Blues' footsteps than the average 5' human.]

It apparently lasted longer than a three days for me, closer to a full week and I have no memory of it.

Break, don't you...remember anything about the last week?

The whole castle was on some kind of weird loss thing. We were all in a retirement home, some of us were old, but some of us weren't. You came back old, and stayed that way for a few days.

That's... Interesting.

[How exactly does a machine get old? Especially when he's already dead. It did explain the scarves and the rust though.]

I don't recall any of it, but that's how this place likes to work sometimes, right?

Yeah, I didn't even think robots could get old, in the way humans can, anyway.

Yeah, pretty much. Kinda likes to throw us for a loop as soon as we start to get comfortable.

I didn't either, I guess we learn something new everyday.

[This had to be the castles idea of a sick joke. He knows he's about to die when he returns to his world, there's no getting old when you're already at the end of your rope.]

A robot in a retirement home? I suppose it beats a scrapyard.

Guess so. Then again, Paradisa's capable of just about anything, if you think about it, so I guess it shouldn't be too much of a surprise.

I'll say. Especially when you consider that you can think and act like a human. Doesn't seem right to just throw someone out like that.

Hard to argue with that after a couple months of being here.

[Now there's a soft spot that just got whacked.]

Yeah...

Heh, yeah.

[Evan's never been the wasteful sort, and considering that his best friend is currently a feral alien insect, he doesn't discriminate.]

I know a lot of people don't think of robots like that, but I've never really thought of them as anything but people. There was a robot back home called Ultimaton, that I guess was originally made to hunt people like me, but he was guarding the place I was born, he chose to help me, even knowing where I came from, who I was.

Edited 2013-03-10 19:39 (UTC)

Hm, a good outlook to have.

Sounds like a real stand up machine. Where I'm from, I'm the most advanced machine, able to freely think and choose what to do on my own. Kind of like what how you described Ultimaton.

My Uncle Cluster's the one who convinced him to look after me. He took a lot of bad things, and tried to make the best of them to make something good, I think. I think...he was trying to prove that there's hope for anyone, you know? Even someone who was created from the blood of a monster, like I was.

And how do you feel about that?

I wasn't sure how I felt for a while. I mean...I understand why he did it, but I didn't find out the truth about myself until a bad guy told me. The same bad guy who killed my uncle Cluster.

I see. Did finding out the truth change what you wanted to do?

I...it complicated things a little. I...I wanted revenge, you know? To make the people who'd killed uncle Cluster, who'd tried to make me do bad things pay for what they'd done, but...I couldn't do it. Any more than I could have killed them for hurting innocent people. I know it doesn't make sense, but...I wanna save people, but...I don't wanna hurt anyone, you know? I'm talking in circles now...

It does make sense. There's a rule for machines where I'm from; Never harm a human unless it's to prevent further harm from being caused. It's not so different from that.

[Of course, he wasn't bound to that rule, but that wasn't important at the moment.]