The Unexpected[Closed/Social]

It was rather unusual, unexpected, to ever see the android like being out and about on Tolgalen. Rarely she leaves the office building of the West Fiore Trade Company, even rarer to see her in the business district of the island continent. Accompanied by her floating book like object, she gently floats above the ground, slowly gliding across the cobble streets in a lofty mood, though none of it was ever on her face. Just like a wall, making her eyebrows twitch took great effort, even more for a smile. The android being just took every pun to the joke at face value so nothing really made her laugh, assuming if she could even. Even 3.H. herself is unaware if the ability to express laughter is an installed programming in her system.

Then something catches her green-blue eyes, her person stopping to a halt before her drift slowly went up to the flora on sale at a florist. It was a humble setting, green accents accompanied a beige building, decorated in flowers from red to violet. Small couples and single people drifted by the flowers, window shopping and sometimes stepping in. 3.H. floated close, curious about the flora that has been picked for selling purposes. However, the words she hears as she explored the petals and stems piqued her interest. Something about how flowers speak in a hidden language, each telling a person a different meaning. It boosted her curiosity, hearing that flowers can express a person's personality and behaviour.

However it was too little information, and her mind raced with logic thinking. How can species of flora ever express such things? Was it the color? 3.H. knows that color does affect a person's mood, but to be a direct reference seems to be a stretch even for such a concept on emotions. 3.H. must learn more, but from who? Who could be capable of teaching her the properties of the flowers that could help advance her behavioral studies in the human mind?

Raviel decided that today he was going out for a walk in the World of the Living. All about it was still rather new for him, considering his upbringing in a whole other world. The young prince stepped out of the portal, the armor he was wearing fading away from his body under the guise of black smoke trailing off in the distance. Left with only his comfy half-bodysuit, the young blonde began exploring with no goal in mind. One step at the time he pushed himself around town, looking at this and that. Nothing was particularly interesting to him at the moment.

That was, however, until his heterochromatic eyes noticed a weird sight. A flying book and a hoverig perso currently looking at flowers. While he knew the World of the Living had some oddities within itself, that was by far most peculiar. His curiosity pushed him closer, the youth wishing to observe that weird Living from a closer point of view yet making sure to not disturb whatever she was doing. Why was she acting like that? She seemed capable of magica feats. Perhaps she was a plantmancer? Or a gardener. Her function in the World of the Living could be dictated or be related to flowers. Maybe it was something else instead, something Raviel did not know or could not grasp yet.

Either way, the young Reaper could not help but keep observing, not realizing he was practically staring at that Living, something considered rude in hat world.

The floating object near 3.H. was supposedly watching, cause after a few moment, it catches the sight of a single boy, with an estimated age of younger than they were, staring right at its mistress and it stared back with a single blue glowing core. The latter meanwhile, was inspecting a single daisy and every variant avaliable. The florist staffed there was tempted to ask her if she needed anything, but instead, pointed out to the floating customer she had a peculiar person looking at her.

3.H. turns swiftly around, spotting her little company just standing there and looking at her. Scans told her, with a cross reference to her internal database that the person before her resembles a certain higher up, but with key differences, most notably however was how the person has a magical aura around them. There are mages in West Fiore, but none match his description.

"Target: Mysterious Entity, commencing appropriate response," 3.H. moves swift, her movement a blur before going back into focus right near Raviel, and she seeked answers. "Tell me who you are, what affiliations do you and other relevant information or as my protocol states, bring you to the relevant authorities." 3.H. looked as seriously as a blank face could be, the robotic tone in her voice does not sell it much as a threat either, but it is bone chilling nonetheless.

Raviel jumped lightly when the blue core thing targeted him was he trying to initiate an attack? Was he supposed to defend himself? The young price looked away to the side, playignwith one of his bangs. Perhaps it had detected his stare and was visibly annoyed. How could a soulless machine express annoyance was beyond Raviel.

The young Reaper had to return his gaze to the floating Living as she got right up in his face and pretended to be some sort of securibot. While Raviel had been caught a little off guard, he did not extern his nervousness too much.

"My name is Raviel, Prince of the Void and Reaper of Souls." He calmly stated, taking a single yet soundless step back as to not have his personal space invaded too much. "Why are you...acting this weird, oh acquaintace mine?" He added, still playing with his bang, but also twiddling with his leather gloves too. "Is my presence here...causing you distress? I may leave if that is the case."

Yeah. Whatever that girl was on about it was something Raviel had never seen in all of his visits. She was not acting like any of the other Living. Perhaps it was something that had to do with the blue machine? Was the girl being remotely controled by the thing? Was it some sort of magic? The work of an enemy stand?

Either way, she was of upmost curiosity for the little prince. However, perhaps, staring right at her might not have been the most logically sound thing he could have done there. He did not mean to cause any distress. That was not his intention.it never was.

"Subject: Raviel, alias Prince of the Void, Reaper of Souls," 3.H. spoke as if she was taking down notes. Her auditory sensors also seem to notice the lack of sound whenever this Raviel would walk. Was it padded shoes? Perhaps a form of this magic that exists in this world. 3.H. has much to learn about the world she lives in. Some many complex forms of magic around yet they follow the near same principles.

"Do not be alarmed by my speech pattern, if you like I can change the way I talk to a more casual setting as most humans seem to like," 3.H. answered question one, her gaze going over Raviel's face like an eagle awaiting the time to strike. In her head she was writing down bits of information, habits displayed by an individual. "And no, but it did distress the shopkeeper. She seemed suspicious that a male individual is staring with intention at me. She believes you to be a stalker or creep."

The floating object around her seems to think the same, orbiting around Raviel with that single blue orb pointed with intention. Raviel might have to ease its worries first, as if it was some protector of 3.H. and not happy to learn that someone tried to stalk her on its watch.

Raviel was slightly taken by surprise. He did not mean to cause distress. Yet it seemed that his curiosity had stirre up some water. "Fret not, oh acquaintance mine. I am not interested in any kind of intimate relation with the inhabitants of the World of the Living."

The young Void Prince took a step back as the weird robot thingy started buzzing around his head. He wasn't scared of it by any means, but he always liked to be mindful of his and other's personal space. "If anything, I'd suggest keeping...whatever the floating object is...under surveillance. It's behavior might push more defensive people into drawing weapons as a means of defense."

The only reason he did not draw his own sword was simply due to the fact that common methods would be able to kill him. Not that he liked harm, he simply did non want to escalate the situation further.

"Uhm...If that is all, oh acquaintance mine, then I shall take my leave. It was a pleasure meeting you."