Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2018 2:23:27 GMT -5
Eating or drinking.
His internal database documented it to be a waste of an action for him to take, and along with those endless zeroes and ones he was able to feel in the back of his mind, a risky choice to make. The prime objective beyond his own safety involved, not running into his likeness's family, in a way that would expose that he wasn't human. A small window with a single line running, opened up from his perspective, and argued that wasn't something which was possible.
Brought forth considerations of how the other cities were dead, besides West City, and other than a few thieves, there was no real danger. The weapons they carried would not easily pierce through his material. With the number of people also around, that also crossed out the likelihood of having to take action.
The conclusion was that there was nothing to worry about. Eating would bring him no sustenance, as it wasn't a requirement, but his database showed his likeness would be hungry at this moment. Normally stuck at the shrine, while he was able to walk about the city. Do things his likeness couldn't.
What liveliness was still around here, records said it was good to have appreciation here. To nod at those he passed by, unless they struck up a conversation with him. Their noise didn't carry his name, so that was not likely to happen just as well. They talked of things his likeness wouldn't care for, and so too, would he be the same. There was nothing his creator would care for either. Nothing that would harm his assigned areas of interest.
The powers around here continued to remain the average humans should possess, although there were a few of them about, that matched his database on Vampires. Their symmetrical features, he was supposed to find appealing, but it was the traits of the person, that matched the interest of his likeness.
The background he could have easily fill in for as a substitute, involved attending to the shrine all day, and talking politely to family business partners. He could feel the synthetic hairs that made up his eyebrows, frown at the thought, more so than having to wear the traditional garb of a kimono.
Another small prompt briefly clouded his vision, praising him for this belief, flashing by not even a second. But he saw it clearly nonetheless, and the ones and zeroes continued to process and pass by. Zooming in on the distance ahead, there was takoyaki stand, to fill up his sense of hunger.
Did he know the seller as well? Database had said no. Sensors checked off any obstructions that could interfere with what he called memories. Still no. His approach to the stand, brought first the slightest of smiles, as he reached for payment. A few bills, according to the numerical digit on the sign.
"Just two will be fine, thanks."
The decibels that were his voice, he recognized came off rather casually, yet still had something that others would have called commanding. Something that a leader would have likely had, from what he had been told. This process too, was a quick and short one, his sustenance being given to him, in exchanged for the bills. Consuming it with what layers were his teeth, it would be dropped into his gut and an open ziploc bag, which would be sealed by internal walls.
The pieces had its temperature warm, but not enough for him to mimic having to spit it out, or let go of it. His internal database told him this satisfaction, brought his destination back towards the mansion, having already patrolled his designated city earlier. There was no rush.
The population appeared to be normal according to his records, and his likeness was not supposed to be out flying anyway. This route he was already taking, ensured he would have minimal encounters, and his internal detectors would increase the success that it was going to remain that way.
He didn't even need to be active for the distance it would take to travel to the mansion by foot. Light sleep mode kept his functions running, recording things without his attention. The ones and zeroes would always run by just as well, making movements that he didn't choose to process himself.
There was no darkness with this mode. One blink of the synthetic skin that were his eyelids, and he found himself further away from the city by the distance. His sensors still detected no danger, and quietly kept him in this state, before he found himself standing at the door of the mansion.
His body shook upright, as if he had landed, although his body was only adjusting to him being alert again. The digits to the keypad to enter the mansion, sounded with a click as he entered it, responding with another one from the other side. The doors opened up, revealing his creator behind the door.
The database within him, held so much history between she and his likeness, but ones which were rather short moments, up until both of their introduction. He could feel the information bring an even bigger smile onto his lips, which while wasn't returned, served to make another prompt show in his vision.
"Hey. What's for lunch?"
The decibels in his voice changed just a bit from its leisure tone, into something recognizable as happiness. Familiarity was another word that popped up a prompt. He had shut the door behind him, following after the girl in her base form, discarding the top half of his robe as they entered the living room.
"Bourguignon and Cassoulet. Although if you're going to eat any, I'll have to give you larger bags for later."
Her eyes had fell down to his chest, bringing him internal attention to the takoyaki he had ate earlier, which managed to still remain warm inside of him. Rubbing at the back of his neck, he had nodded, his database bringing up information on just what she was talking about. It was nothing close to what his likeness would have been able to eat, and the taste of it was something he knew his other half would be interested in learning himself.
The problem was actually being able to meet up, knowing his likeness usually had a tight schedule. It would need to be a quick exchange, and while his own motors would be capable, the same couldn't be said about his likeness, and his ability to swallow what sustenance he often asked to try.
"You thinking of another patrol? The population of the north is still the same as yesterday. More Vampires are appearing in West City though."
There was also the prompt that appeared in front of his vision, questioning why she was going to be making such an effort. The chamber that was his stomach had popped open, producing another twitch of his body that resembled pain, and revealing the space his most outer wall had. The bag containing the takoyaki was taken by her, as she sat on one of the couches. His sensors had noted a good portion of the others were around, but staying away from this room.
From the history he had been seeing recently, it became something reserved for debriefing only certain beings. They still got together with the others when it was needed, but she kept them busy enough with the progress that was being made. Status reports had showed she was still waiting to meet the Demon Queen.
"More so you and the Namek Saiyans heading back to the planet, and checking up on things. I'm assigning you the goal of arguing on my behalf with the Guru, about the dragonballs."
"You're kidding. My likeness already has enough trouble showing off that he's joking."
There was a certain stare given to him, as she closed his outer chambers, that brought on the feeling within his processing, she was studying him. Progress showed all functions were normal, so this decision was based on other criteria. Data on his other half, and the times that they managed to get together, displayed his likeness had a lower chance of breaking away from the demeanor he displayed to his family. A problem that he did not share, as he cracked a smile at the Vampire. She was not joking around. Her decision to choose him to argue for what she wished, was based on certain routines already tested.
His own response was performed to show there was the potential of his decibels sounding too serious, and causing fear to this Guru, he had only heard about. But if Satsu would end up being with them, then there would be a slightly higher chance that things will go well enough for this to be a success.
"Things will go fine. Even if trying to convince that man turns out to be a waste of time, it only means we'll work more with the demons."
"And if this meeting with the queen doesn't happen?"
A list of possible responses were presented to him, with the highest one, being the death of the demon they took in as leverage. Future plans would also adjust to accomodate two sides unwilling to give any benefit to the power the Vampire held, which would force taking things into her own hands.
"Recruitment. If I'm right about where Wintera and Dashie are headed, we'll simply need to find others to inspire, if neither side are willing to work with me, and give something of value in return. They would be more foolish than they could ever see themselves as, to not use my power."
She had moved closer to him, having only taken several bites out of the bagged takoyaki, which were left on the seat behind her. A finger had graced upon his cheek, near the edge of his lips, prompts flashing by wondering what her decision was for this action, and the success of what his processing assumed.
Neither of the options were likely, but he recognized there was supposed to be uneasiness. Not the kind that threatened his life, as his processing was starting to distinguish, but one made to temporarily scramble his routine. It could be mistaken for affection, if not for his mechanical interior.
"Do I got something on my face?"
Even with what was being presented to him, he still managed to gain function of his arms enough to lean back into the couch, and raising the option of one possibility. A 60% chance of success, but it was more certain than something like a kiss. He had already seen her lack of interest of non-Vampires.
"Just testing responses. When you're ready to leave, head to Capsule Corp with Satsu and take the mothership, rather than one of the spacepods. It might prove to be beneficial to take Sayako to Bris, and check up on Wintera."
Her hand had pulled away from him, and she had grabbed the bagged takoyaki again, popping a piece into her mouth. His routines were scrambling a bit, just watching her, but he managed to nod, sitting upright. Her current usage of power, that of a Countess, would easily weigh most others down by its aura.
But it hardly bothered his processing, and as she had reverted to her base, the slightest of a smile on her lips, he felt as if she liked it better that way.
TWC: 1,908
