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     “Ah...” Eve’s expression flutters for a moment, a smile so briefly jumping to her lips. She’d seen gift exchanges happening all around her, even as she was unfamiliar with this holiday, but scarcely expected there to be anything gifted to herself... 

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     “Is that so?”

     Eve knows not of why this person approached her with such a sentiment, but she tries to find words within her to respond properly...more properly. She could say I understand. Or she could do the thing that is much more like her to do, and--

Sigh.

@nasodultima​

It’s unreal…Therion had started out looking for a chance to steal something from this girl, but he ended up getting intrigued. Maybe Cyrus was onto something when he said the scholarly pursuits could have been a good match for him…he’s been observing her, unable to fathom how one person could leave no openings for a steal whatsoever. Everything she does is logical, nothing unnecessary at all…

Maybe this is a chance to learn. If he could move like that, maybe difficult targets like this one would become much easier. Finally, he speaks up, making his presence known.

“Tell me…what’s your secret?“

     “My secret?”

     Eve blinked in mild surprise. She’d been wondering if he would give up his chase or simply give up and go away. Persistence led from one thing to another but what she didn’t expect was for him to step up and speak to her. She wasn’t entirely clear on what he was asking--her secret to what? Noticing she was being followed? She didn’t know why he might be following her, but the simple fact that she was being stalked (to put a word on it) was enough for her to go on the defensive.

     It wasn’t her first experience with it, after all, and the last person she’d known to do it had been quite persistent in tailing her everywhere.

     “Are you speaking of how I knew you were there? In that case, it is a simple function of mine. In short, I am able to detect signals from living and electronic beings within a certain range. It is different to differentiate most human signals unless they are paired with certain other energies, but I noticed one staying a fairly consistent distance from me, and rarely straying outside the perimeter.” The explanation was long-winded, boring, and unfortunately, nothing a non-robotic being was even capable of. She also gestured to the black drone floating beside her. “I also had Moby focus on the consistent signal--yours--it is like the human phenomenon of selective attention--and confirm for me that it was staying nearby. Does that answer your question? If it does, then I have one for you.”

     Her nonchalant gaze stiffened.

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  With so many unknown faces around, it’s difficult for him to simply go about his day– not when any of these particular faces could, perhaps, be key to understanding this realm and what comes with it. But Samuel knew better than to go around and simply interrogate. That would be damn foolish. No, he needed to search these crowds, ignore the prying eyes on his mechanical frame to seek out the most interesting and optimal individuals for insisting him in his endeavor. 

  And she certainly met such criteria. And here, he’d thought the technology of this dimension had been particularly lacking. If not for superhuman perception, he would have completely missed her true nature– her robotics concealed by such human appearance, something even the UAC, Samuel himself, had not come close to achieving. ( He was walking proof. ) So of course, he can’t help himself. A small, deep chuckle slips his vocal processor as he approaches, making a small motion to a spot on the bench he had no chance of comfortably fitting on beside her. Curious as he was, he knew the importance of a good impression– he thrived on it. 

  “ Would you mind if I accompanied you? I’m currently trying to get an understanding of this oddity of an island– and I find it helps to relax while one thinks. I have a great deal to contemplate. That, and… hm. I will admit, I am curious as to your build. For reasons I imagine are rather obvious. ” A small motion was made to his own steel frame– how alike, how different were they built? Was she cybernetic, or artificial, as VEGA? Curious indeed. 

     Foreign organic signals had become frustratingly common. She lacked the time and ability to define every single one of them and, hence, a good portion remained unidentified. Technological signals, however, were a bit more consistent in nature; she was able to match one to the other and eventually put a name to it. At first it was overwhelming, but with some work, it had become nearly as commonplace as her own technology was to her. A sobering thought.

     So, completely new ones had faded to be quite rare, and even then most were tools. So you could only imagine her surprise when something wasn’t. He wasn’t difficult to locate in the slightest (and what an interesting build he had) and luckily she had no need to figure how to approach him first, as he came right to her. Is this what some humans refer to as ‘good fortune?’ A tide of relief came over her--the simple joy of finding what she believed to be a kindred spirit.

     She glanced to the bench he gestured to, back at him, and made note that there was no way they were sharing that tiny space without quite a tangling of limbs. If he intended for her to sit and for him to not, she wasn’t going to entertain the idea; to crane her neck that much would be far too awkward. It was strange enough as it is.

     “No,” She shook her head. “I do not mind. If you need to relax, by all means, take this seat. I have no need of it.” She wasn’t going to say it, but it had the added bonus of making him just a little bit closer to her height as well. She tensed slightly at his expressed curiosity. The tide retreated, even though she had a mutual interest. (In all fairness, she knew her own morals and knew what she would and wouldn’t do, but it was difficult to judge this stranger.) But she suppressed the worry; being approached outright was much better than what the last person who’d gotten interested decided to do. Perhaps a foundation of trust could be built.

     “I feel the same way about yours.” She scanned him up and down once more; his look alone was so different from the style she was familiar with. What kind of intelligence was he? And why was he created? ...Clearly they were both considered alive enough to be brought into this “project.” What similarities did they have? What differences? “However, I must make it clear that I will not speak upon everything. I will respect your secrets if you respect mine. Perhaps at a later date, but for now...please excuse my caution.”

...How much did they know? Regardless, the thought of his fire brought her both a semblance of warmth, and a longing to be by it for real again.

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There he stands, trying to catch the falling snowflakes with his tongue. He stares up at the sky, fixating on it as if he’s trying to focus on what specific snowflake he wished to catch.

It was then that he caught someone watching him out of the corner of his eye, a young woman with an odd appearance staring at him. 

“You should try it! It’s fun~♪”

     Is this...a child...? He certainly acts childish. She watched him get up to his antics, reminded almost painfully of a certain few people she missed a little too much, and apparently, she watched far too long.