Streamers appeared from aside a corner of one building. He was taking a shot at being stealthy. It wasn't really his forte though. ...Also it's hard to hide when you're ten feet tall. The razor end of his sword glinted like silver as he took fairly nosily mechanical steps into the main street. His sly red eyes gleamed, searching. If the goal was to rebuild a city, they'd be needing some metal - and none of it off his hide, thank you. That was going to be his first priority. Having ungodly robot strength inclined him to believe that his place would be lifting large amounts of heavy things that others couldn't, and he was okay with that. Streamers spotted a postbox and moved over to it.
There was a sharp hiss from his joints as he locked up. He checked around him but saw nothing threatening. Going back into a relaxed state, he lifted one of his feet and began to lean on the postbox. The metal under his foot groaned from his weight as began to bend to one side. Streamers waited for the thing to break but then appeared to remember something. Organic creatures would appreciate sustenance more than a postbox. His middle made a click as he turned his upper body back to an unnatural angle. Appearing to be multitasking, he jammed the end of his blade into a dilapidated wooden stand and jostled it around to see if anything good would tumble out.
Get supplies, head back, avoid being eaten. Simple enough plan. Azalea had the bright idea of sneaking off to get supplies. The girl sneaked out of the house - more like castle - constantly and always came back one way or another. How hard could it be? If she didn't take too long, or came back with something, everything would work out just fine. Besides, if she was lucky, she inherited some sort of thief gene from her dad. Her small nostrils became even smaller as she inhaled deeply, exhaling quietly. Round, hazel eyes glanced this way and that to ensure safety. As far as she could tell, the coast was clear. Her back was pressed up against the wall of a barren building.
See? It's not that bad. You're out of the walls and look! You haven't found a single zombie yet, the girl reassured herself mentally. She slid along the building, repeatedly giving herself mental reminders that she was going to make it. Her foot had sent a small pebble flying off, and she hissed a curse under her breath. Hazel gaze was fixed on the pebble as the piece of rock went tumbling towards another building. Her eyes lifted upwards a little further to see something that caused her to stifle a gasp.
When were there giant metal men running around out here? Was he a super knight or something along those lines? Frantic, she looked this way and that in hopes of finding a hiding spot from the giant robot. She wasn't sure if he was friendly or not. She wasn't entirely sure if she wanted to find out either.
What looked like a pot fell down out of a shelf in the stand. His eyes tracked it for a moment before he jerked his arm back, dislodging his sword from the wood. He was looking down before a noise grated over him. Expecting some sort of monster, Streamers put his game face on and hopped back from the postbox, holding his sword parallel to the ground above his head. Narrow red slits widened immediately once he saw what he was faced with. The sharp weapon shined a little bit as it was drawn back to his side. The blade retracted and clipped back behind his shoulder where it remained. Streamers actually liked humans. He liked to consider many of them friends.
The young 'bot smiled as to appear non-threatening. After all, the five-foot sharp object probably wouldn't make many too comfortable with it swinging around in their proximity. He wasn't entirely oblivious to the fearful reaction. A few quick steps were taken closer before he stopped, leaning in.
"Don't worry. I'm not evil," Streamers attempted to explain like if he felt he needed to.
"I should hope not. You're huge. He's huge, right? Because I can't see."
The semi-blind female stepped back on her heels, pressing her flats into the ground as she stared up at the robot. Her black rimmed lips were parted as she looked up at the shiny object. Tossing her blonde perfectly cut hair over her shoulder she smiled at the other girl. Just because she was partially blind didn't mean she couldn't see the other female.
"Hello," she said, "I'm Aurora. Are you part of the Collar Clan? I'm trying to find food."
The human female took far too long to locate a hiding spot. She winced when she was addressed until she realized what the robot said. Not evil? Huh? A look of suspicion crossed her face, determining if she should trust the metallic male or not. The look dissolved from her face once she finished her minute long evaluation. If he really wanted to kill her, he could have done so easily moments ago. He could easily have stomped on her if he wanted to, right? Right. She relaxed the tension in her body, though mentally scolded herself for doing so. This was a stranger, someone she had no business with. Why would she talk to someone instead of continue on with her 'mission' of sorts?
Well, it certainly wasn't normal to stumble upon a giant robot. She couldn't just pass up the opportunity to talk to something she had never seen before. Before she could let loose some sort of comment she'd probably regret, her hazel eyes fell upon another in the area. A pretty femme with pale blonde locks. Azalea almost had a heart-attack when she heard Aurora's voice. She didn't expect anyone else to appear. "Uh, yeah, I'd say he's pretty big. Guess he scared off all the zombies around here," the girl replied with a slight shrug. Now Azalea had two people to talk to. Not like she was going to complain too much. She wasn't too picky with her company.
"Name's Azalea." No need for last names or titles. The princess wasn't too thrilled to talk about her status or her lineage with those she just met, or really at all. She gestured her head in Streamers' direction. "Not sure about what his name is. I'm not part of the Collar Clan, but I'm trying to find food too." At least back at the castle she was well-fed! She didn't have to go searching for her own food. A thought crept into her mind. Maybe she didn't have to go looking for her own food alone.
"Hey, I think we all have a better chance of surviving if we all look for food together, right? We can find some food, split it up between the three of us, and we each bring something back to our groups. That way, nobody has to go hungry when we head back."
"They call me Streamers," Said the purple-and-red mech, lifting his chest proudly as if it weren't a silly name, "And I have a brother who can't see well. I don't know where he went though."
He picked up his cranium a bit to gaze over the girls. Eyes pointed at the sky, he seemed to be expecting to find his beloved twin (although, little did he know, the feeling wasn't mutual). After a few seconds of seeing nothing, he looked back down. Streamers wasn't so sure he'd scare away any zombies - they likely cared less what they were attacking, which even made the ten-foot robot cautious. The concern on his fade faded as he grinned again, glad that he had some human friends.
"Actually, I am also part of the Collar Clan," Streamers stated, and then looked back at Azalea, "Not that I'd hurt you for not being part though. I think we have the same goal right now - more or less."
Streamers lifted his left hand behind his shoulder and removed his wing. He raised the weapon over his head as it slid out, to avoid hitting either of the females with it. The blade was brought back down to his side.
Aurora shrugged casually. "I was just asking out of curiosity, I don't care," she purred, "Nice to meet you both. I've sort of met a robot before. My Daddy builds them sometimes." Mostly to keep her company. He saw anything alive as obsolete and annoying except for her. Especially humans. Her stomach growled.
"Well I'm super hungry," she mused, "Do robots get hungry, I wonder? Do you get hungry, Streamers?"
Looked like the princess was outnumbered by members of other groups. Two Collar Clan members, one Thieves' Guild member. Good thing the other girl nor the robot seemed interested in fighting her. Had she been with another thief, events probably would have unfolded differently. Luckily, it appeared that nobody had malicious intentions. Hopefully, it would stay that way. A single brow wandered upwards when she heard the girl mention meeting a robot before. Azalea had never seen a robot outside of Maplehill, nor had she heard of them. Yet, this girl was familiar with them? The girl found that odd.
Once food was mentioned, Azalea's thoughts on where robots existed died for a moment. "Yeah, Streamers, do you get hungry? Because I'm so hungry, I'm gonna starve if I don't find any food soon. Which wouldn't be a good thing. At all," the girl remarked, hazel eyes wandering upwards back to the machine.
Streamers looked like he was taken off guard. His optics flickered as he blinked.
"Uh. Not in the same way you do," The mech answered.
Having been around people before, he'd been posed similar questions in the past. More often than not though, he didn't know how to respond to them. Streamers did need to be re-energized after heavy damage, but he rarely if never needed "foodstuffs" normally. He was sure he sometimes had as hard a time understanding biological creatures with their quirks as they did understanding his. The brown-haired girl seemed more mystified with him than the other, who said she was familiar with his kind. Streamers gave the fair-haired young lady a quick nod, acknowledging that they were in the same faction (although he'd not seen her before). The ten-foot bot took a few steps foreword, looking for a likely place to scavenge from.
"I'll look too - if finding food's the most important thing right now."