Lost on Arrival (Open)

[evanthe]

Evanthe pushed back her long blonde tresses from the nape of her neck, trying to dispel some of the heat. Salis was already far ahead of her, almost to the top of the 'Little Hill' as he said. To Evanthe, it was more of fair sized mountain. Salis turned around and noticed her dawdling,
"Dépêchez-vous Evanthe. Si un vieux marin comme moi peut le faire, si vous le pouvez! Hurry Evanthe, if an old sailor like me can do it, so can you!" he said in her old language. She didn't answer him, slightly upset at his mockery. She did pick up her pace, however, and quickly beat him to the top of the 'hill'. She let out a gasp at the small town nestled between trees and mountains. This was, surprisingly, the first settlement she had ever seen. Nymphs usually lived in their trees or just outside, preferring mother nature to provide their homes.
"C'est beau!It's beautiful!" she whispered, feet frozen to the ground. She felt Salis's worn brown hand on her shoulder, "Yes, it is." he said slowly in foreign speak, as if she had never speaken a word of it in her life. "Let us go." she cried triumphantly, proud of her linguistic skills.

On the way down the mountain path she was much faster, so much faster that Salis had to occasionally grab her arm to keep her from toppling down the mountain path. As they reached the bottom, he stopped her. "Lookie here, sweetheart. I promised your parents I would bring you here, which I did. I have a very tight shipping schedule and I have to get agoing." He mumbled quickly, not meeting her in the eye. " So you leaving me?" She asked labouriosly. He nodded once and scrambled up the hill, leaving her gaping at him. Tree Cutter she thought venomously at him. She was still to polite to say it out loud.

She stepped into the town, with absoulutely no idea what to do.

[grimmhallows]

A little down the way against a rather small tree by the footpath, a young man seemed to rest; dressed completely in a rather conspicuous white, the hood hung to hide the face of the resting. It did not move; in fact, it seemed inanimate, for a body. There was no sign of breathing, no sign of life, but a small beep was heard periodically. No skin save the hands were exposed; pale skin looking somewhat strange and inhuman. Two large, rather long katana's rested on this mans back, between the trunk and the mans spine; which looked uncomfortable. They did not cross, and seemed to support the man against the tree.
The body suddenly crackled into life; the beeping now replaced with a voice that was both lifeless and toneless.
"Re-boot sequence initialted. Self Diagnostic...Complete." It began, now stating seemingly to itself. It was not aware that someone was nearby; as it's sensors had not yet been initiated.
"Re-testing main CPU EF Checks...Complete. Initializing main sensory and secondary scanners...Complete. Virus scanning....complete. Infections: None. Finalizing re-boot. Initializing "Waking Up"...Begin main waking protocols."
At the mention of "waking up", the body suddenly lurched upright, and slowly stood up, seemingly testing it movements.
Taking off the hood, it revealed a strange, orange eyed youth, a young man rather pretty from a distance. However, no life came from it's eyes; no glint that suggested a soul. It drew one of it's two blades, then sheathed it.
Seeming to now notice a presense, it seemed to lock onto this young lady before him. It clenched it's hands a few times, testing the fingers of it's seemingly human body.
The coloring of it's face was also a deathly pale; this boy was not human or even living at all.
It walked deliberately to the nymph, rather fluidly in fact; like any human that also walked. Suddenly standing before the girl, he quickly raised an open hand in the air. This was followed by a strange sort of wave.
"Many Greeting, humanoid being. I am Project 487. I am an Artificial Intelligence programmed for human interaction. Beginning main conversational queries: How are you?" the young, strange andriod asked in its toneless, somewhat staggered and synthesized voice. It now ceased it's wave, and stood impossibly still, back straight and arms by its side; expecting an answer.

Inside, Project Knight watched carefully, and his scanners began searching for other beings; both as a risk assessment, and as a main directive search to socisalise with as many humans as 'humanly possible'.