#jyuzotheprocessor

{🍀} “You... You’ve gotta be kidding me, right?” Clover had run into some strange things in the short time she’d been in this weird place, but this... was just insane. Some crazy-looking robot-person, with a gun on his face... that was just insane, right? There was no way this was real, right?

“Er, mind if I ask what’s on your face, love?”

“Well now, you’re something interesting. I’ll bet that makes killing a helluva lot easier. There’s always the struggle in finding that perfect gun. And bullets are NOT cheap.”

Although it was definitely a peculiar moment in meeting an individual with a gun barrel for a face. And she had many questions. Does his face actually fire bullets? How does it work when he wants to talk to people? Is he a robot or just a weird looking human? And how many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop?! The world may never know.

    There were many in the city who were unique in their own ways. In this place, it was no surprise to see others dressed as if they came from a different time, or had different skin, or even smelled like something Uta had never encountered before. And this particular person, or rather this particular being, carried the smell of something unfamiliar underneath that initial scent of human. Wherever he was (and he definitely smelled like a male), Uta wanted to see him. What sort of face matched the strange aroma?

    Uta walked block after block attempting to track down the person. What with the fragrance being obstructed by human food, other humans, and other beings that were not humans, it took him quite a few different paths to finally meet this person face-to-face. And once he did, his head would tilt. He’d blink a few times. Attempt to make sense of it. Was that a gun on his face?

Perhaps one of the oddest sights he’s seen in his short time in the city was this... person? They had the body of a person... mostly. He’d seen demihumans before of course, he was one himself after all, but this person looked like a cross between a human and something mechanical. That was something he’d not seen before.

He lacked a normal head entirely, replaced instead with a metal jaw and a weird metallic shape above it. A similar shape was built into their hand.

♚ – Tea seemed to be a lot better here than what his royal Knights’ could have ever made. Come to think of it, King Knight wondered if they even knew what tea was. Still, this new brand he tried was rather sweet, if not a bit too sweet for his tastes. Though, he wouldn’t complain considering how much sweet talking he had to do with the barista just to get a free cup. Never before had he felt such disgust than having to get a girl to oggle him for something he could have easily paid for back in Pridemoor. But alas, with all his gold taken spare his armor, he couldn’t really pay for much. 

Still, free was free, and no “drama” would happen because of him stealing it. having your typical hero show up and lecture or throw fists paled in comparison to enjoying some much needed quiet time. And it wasn’t as though the view was bad-- ignoring the tall buildings, that was.

About midway through his cup is when he finds himself nearly choking on it, a glimpse of someone rather strange looking instantly catching his attention. Tea spills all over the table, and the King turns himself around just to keep watching the stranger pass by. And then he decides, butts to sitting here, scooting his seat to someone nearby, standing just to drag their seat over to his table. Their problem now. He’s got a buff guy to chase.

Speaking of chasing, catching up to the man wasn’t difficult, and making up an excuse for pestering him came even easier. What was his excuse?

“ I couldn’t help but notice your arm looked rather lonely! I’d be more than happy to keep it and you company... ”

In a strange turn of events, her Pokemon’s nose actually begins to glow. A provoking curiosity forces her to follow his lead; she notes that the air becomes progressively worse the farther they go. She is forced to pinch her nose at some points.   

Finally, the pair reach their metaphorical X on the map. He--? is large, blowing a disgusting smoke, has the strangest composition she’s ever seen and Nosepass is immediately taken with him. The Pokemon flushes, backing away from the stranger’s calf. 

“Excuse me--” she blinks only a once to betray her initial reaction to his overall form; she doesn’t gawk, she knows better. “I’m not sure if you’re aware, but this smokeshop is on a blacklist. Swindling, I think the warning was.” yes, a master of improv. It helps that she recognized the location from the last time they passed it, over three hours ago. 

“I wouldn’t want you to be cheated of....whatever currency this city uses.”  

╰☆╮Thanks to Josuke, Mirae is singing that song once again. Her very first rock music. Something about Diamind.....AH, “Shine on your crazy diamond~.” That’s probably the only part she knows. She’ll have to ask Josuke of the parts to the song. Mirae is twirling and spinning about. Though the whole humming and dancing comes to a halt. 

What’s THAT? 

“...?” Of course Mirae is going to walk up to this stranger, because whatever he is, it’s really cool and....Curious, curious. She’s damn curious. Not to mention, she’s way too close.