Prog

Role Play Log

Prog | Kaii

A city stuck out from its relatively woodland surroundings. A brightly lit highway cut a forest in two on its way to the city. It was an evening that no one worked and many partied. The city was light a bright sore in the forest. It didn't make much sense to have the city in the middle of the forest and away from the rest of civilization, but that was part of the city's odd charm.

Prog wasn't sure if she liked this upbeat music pounding through her head. It was calmer than the previous stuff, but she still didn't like it. The city lights were bad enough -- she didn't need some party to wreak more havoc on her frozen mind. She wasn't about to leave her street corner though. It was well lit, and she was lost in a land that didn't speak her language. She saw two folks stumble out of the building and past her well lit corner. She hoped they made it home alright since they didn't seem to be in any condition to wander about. Quite a few of the folks that came in and out were dressed in wild colors, some of which glowed.

She was hungry. She was always hungry, and food never did her any good. Well, she wasn't hungry-hungry, she just felt like grazing. She wondered if it had anything to do with essentially dieing on an empty stomach. Are ghosts hungry like this? She didn't expect General Winter to say anything, but she asked anyway. He had stopped replying to her long ago, and she wasn't sure if it made her glad or lonely.

Kai enjoyed this strangely located city, the upbeat surroundings fit her mood and the bright colors fit her appearance. From the moment she arrived in the bright and pulsing city of lights she knew that she would like it. Her sensors took in every small detail with the upmost care and examined each one several times....nothing came up strange but there was clearly an aura to this place unlike any other. Though, perhaps the reason she wished to linger among the bright buildings and the strange inhabitants was because they accepted her and actually enjoyed her presence.
Kai fanned out her bright web-like wings and decended to whip through the buildings, neon blue and purple pulsing to light the sidewalk and streets below. A few stray cheers echoed from the thinning crowd below as her chrome body flashed overhead, but they weren't what brought her out of her normal seclusion. Something foreign had entered her sensors earlier and it had now moved closer to her location, so she now moved to investigate.

A pair of drunken souls staggered out of a nearby club and Kai regarded them with little interest; they were all but common now days though she wished them half-hearted luck getting safely home. Swiveling her head toward a corner where she found the creature that seemed so strange to her normal readings, she twisted in the air and landed lightly a few feet away, her body hovering over the sidewalk slightly as she kept her wings out horizontal to the ground. A few passer-by eyed her before nodding and walking away. "Greetings." she said in her voice that was quite robotic, but still held a feeling edge that was very feminin. "I am Kaiilari, what is it that you are called?" after a short pause, she added "You are not native to this city, so what brings you here?" she turned her head slightly to the side, the spikes/horns on them reflecting the city lights in deep blue hues while her neon green eyes regarded her through codes of matrix.

Prog twitched when she saw the brightly glowing robot. The surging colors held her gaze. She couldn't break away from the mesmerizing lights at first, but when she realized that she understood the robot's words, she broke from her trance. "I go by Prog." She paused and let a pulsing headache pass. The headaches came like the music but didn't come from the music. She figured they came with the city since she didn't visit cities very often and the cities she did visit were much smaller than this one and with other cities. Her brief headache passed.

Are you common around here?" Kaiilari seemed to fit right in with the city, and if there were more like her then maybe they could help Prog find home or wherever she should go. She doubted that they would know, but maybe they could help her since they could speak the same language. Prog didn't know the name of her own language or that she spoke a language. When she was younger, her father had told her that the other herds were animals and didn't have a language, and after she became a part of winter she could understand everyone she came across.

She never felt like she had a purpose; she had always done what General Winter told her to, and it never seemed to be connected in anyway. She figured she was a pawn in some greater scheme, but she never really felt the scheme. Sometimes she felt that she was simply obeying the whims of some unknown spirit. What was General Winter anyway? He wasn't common knowledge, she knew that.

Prog's mind was in a scramble, and the music wasn't helping. "What am I here for?!" She jumped at the thought, or the thought behind the thought, which she wasn't quite sure of. Could thoughts mask other thoughts? Could she think of something -- think she was thinking about something but really bethinking about something else? It was a kind of scary thought. "Where am I? I think I just wandered in. I think. . ."

Kai strieghtened up and regarded Prog with the expressionless face she had, no emotions shining through her robotic state. Emotions--they were what made her different. Dangerous. Even though the humans hadn't intended it, they had made a feeling robot that understood the emotional pain and joys mortals felt. As well as anger and other dangerous feelings. She often found it ironic that the same robot that they gave morals they gave the power to destroy the world.
No." she said bluntly to Prog's question, ignoring any proper greeting habits that might have been. "I am the only model like myself that was created, minus one other that is no longer functional." Kai paused, though, carefully considering how to best answer her next question. "I honestly have no idea what this place is or what it is called. I came to investigate it when I realized it was not listed under any of my databases and it was impossible to find on normal readings."

Prog wasn't sure if she was glad or not that Kaiilari was the only one of her kind. Or at least she thought she was, as Prog was very bad at math and one minus one meant none so she wasn't sure what that made Kaiilari. She hated being so confused, yet she was always mildly confused. She tried to let Kaiilari's words sink in, but they merely simmered on top.

Do you understand the people here? I'm so lost, I think." Prog's passive face was a blank face, her once-blue now-coal eyes seemed to have a dull glaze, or maybe powder, over them and he mouth was almost undefined, but now her eyes almost seemed wet and her mouth was in an almost pitiful frown much like a lost and sad child. Prog wasn't far from a lost child as she had always had someone with her.

She didn't like this city, but the pounding music both repulsed and trapped her. It was enthralling like a seizure inducing display of colors. She wanted to learn more just as badly as she wanted to escape, but the drive to discover, curiosity, held her there slightly more than the drive to flee. Besides, she didn't have anywhere to flee to and no one to guide her if she did. At least here there were people; she might not understand them, but they were still there.

It was a brief role play.