[ Oh Christ, not this asshole again... Ready to placate already, his hands would go, though his voice would be a bit snarky. ] I ain't lookin' fer trouble, so no need t'get yer knickers in a twist...
He was supposed to be used to the rain. His kingdom was under the Thundering Skies. But when one was hungry, lost, nursing a few small wounds obtained from stumbling down steep inclines, and tired, even the rain that he'd grown to love was making his mood much too damp.
A large tree provided something of a cover. With no supplies to his name before he could find them somewhere, he was left to sleep on the ground. The tree's branches were too thin to support his weight on any one of them, otherwise he might've scampered up there instead. For now, he sat, leaning against the trunk in a bit of a gloom as rain continued to smack him on the nose and run down into his ears. Had to shake them out every so often, soon preoccupying himself with undoing the small braid in his hair to brush it through before rebraiding it. Was hard when it was as wet as it was.
The rain was also keeping him from being aware of his surroundings. It was hard to hear over it as it dripped from the leaves. He'd been taught to not drop his guard in strange places before, but... Well.
There wasn’t anything in his programming telling him he had to stay home. In fact, his programming was explicitly meant to serve an entirely different space than what he found himself in when he was “born”.
He spent the proceeding next week or two in training. He was, the he wasn’t, then he was again, periods that to him were quite unsettling, as his internal clock seemed to have skipped forward to a later time.
But it wasn’t all bad. One day he Was and he knew where he was. Some house in the woods. And he knew where he should be. Somewhere where he could do the things he was meant to do.
So he’d started walking. He made quite a sight, a stiffly striding robot with just enough coordination to stay upright with the aid of a metal tail that was little more than a skeletal chain of metal parts, unfinished. With every wobbly step the tail shot this way or that to counterbalance him when walking on uneven ground.
His face was a glass visor, shiny blue and purple like a pair of sunglasses, with just two glowing blue clusters of lights for eyes. His body was primarily black painted metal and plastic, with little colorful accents here and there, some decals and some lights, overall looking like an arcade cabinet had been sacrificed in his making. He wasn’t very tall, and his stance was wide and steps heavy.
Upon finally reaching civilization, he wandered for a time, searching for whatever would fulfill his mission. He stopped short when he first saw another person around who wasn’t moving too quickly to approach and might fit his intended purpose parameters based on first glance. He made a beeline for them, eyes bright and voice cheerful, but he sounded like he was speaking through a gameboy in a tin can. “Hello! My name is B-12. Would you like to play a game?”
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