k0kka
in
queenoflogs
where is that black smoke comin' from
Characters: k0kka and you (open)
Date: April 25th until something stops her.
Summary: It is a warden's duty to protect the earth and to serve those who stand upon it. If that means educating some robots, then she'll make it her personal mission.
Warnings: N/A
It's burned into her, the memories of her order, all the tasks and wonderment and catastrophes that have come before her since life fully took root in the consciousness of the world, and since that life has been cared for by the energy which pulses within it. It isn't the first time that a clash like this has happened, not the first time its been met with disastrous results. There's beauty in kaleidoscope of creations, endless possibilities, but it breeds misunderstanding and not all creatures take to their confusion with grace.
Still, for all their inanimate parts, the robots make a strange sentient whole and Paderau can't hurt them. The writs branded into her soul communicate that message clearly as she runs through the brush, coming upon the creatures. It's not exactly as if they're attacking her, just considering, some form of consciousness behind strange eyes.
She holds up her hands, palms up and open and supplicant.
"Whoa, guys, whoa," she says, her tone is just like one she would use for a rearing horse, steady and firm, but ultimately calm. She wonders if they'll understand what she's saying, but it doesn't really matter because she doesn't speak robot either way.
The androids come to a halt, creaking into stillness, wondering what she is and what she's doing. But it's not exactly as if she's attacking them. Paderau takes that as a good enough sign, coming a little closer, lowering her hands, but keeping them open.
"You can't go stomping through here, fellas," she continues, her voice is friendly, if slightly chiding. "Lot of nice critters livin' in what you're stomping on."
They haven't got faces themselves, she doubts facial expressions will mean much to them, but she offers a smile, quiet and eyes bright as she lays her palm flat on the chestplate of one of the cyborgs. She can feel its insides ticking and whirring, and she, at least, is comforted by the similarity of a heartbeat. The robot itself steps back from her, still processing her demeanor, but no harm has been done, no aggression, in fact the unidentified object exudes peace and warmth. She's a warden, that's her way.
"Let me show you guys to the path," she coaxes. She begins to walk in that direction, but neither of the two robots she's come across move to follow. She returns for them, motioning with her hands and her head, taking a few steps, returning when they don't follow. With repetition, they take a few steps.
"That's right," she praises, walking slowly backwards, luring them along with her hands outstretched.
They can be taught, but... she doesn't know how many there are or what she's going to do with all of them. She's just got to try to minimize the damage and keep anyone, robots included, from getting hurt.
Date: April 25th until something stops her.
Summary: It is a warden's duty to protect the earth and to serve those who stand upon it. If that means educating some robots, then she'll make it her personal mission.
Warnings: N/A
It's burned into her, the memories of her order, all the tasks and wonderment and catastrophes that have come before her since life fully took root in the consciousness of the world, and since that life has been cared for by the energy which pulses within it. It isn't the first time that a clash like this has happened, not the first time its been met with disastrous results. There's beauty in kaleidoscope of creations, endless possibilities, but it breeds misunderstanding and not all creatures take to their confusion with grace.
Still, for all their inanimate parts, the robots make a strange sentient whole and Paderau can't hurt them. The writs branded into her soul communicate that message clearly as she runs through the brush, coming upon the creatures. It's not exactly as if they're attacking her, just considering, some form of consciousness behind strange eyes.
She holds up her hands, palms up and open and supplicant.
"Whoa, guys, whoa," she says, her tone is just like one she would use for a rearing horse, steady and firm, but ultimately calm. She wonders if they'll understand what she's saying, but it doesn't really matter because she doesn't speak robot either way.
The androids come to a halt, creaking into stillness, wondering what she is and what she's doing. But it's not exactly as if she's attacking them. Paderau takes that as a good enough sign, coming a little closer, lowering her hands, but keeping them open.
"You can't go stomping through here, fellas," she continues, her voice is friendly, if slightly chiding. "Lot of nice critters livin' in what you're stomping on."
They haven't got faces themselves, she doubts facial expressions will mean much to them, but she offers a smile, quiet and eyes bright as she lays her palm flat on the chestplate of one of the cyborgs. She can feel its insides ticking and whirring, and she, at least, is comforted by the similarity of a heartbeat. The robot itself steps back from her, still processing her demeanor, but no harm has been done, no aggression, in fact the unidentified object exudes peace and warmth. She's a warden, that's her way.
"Let me show you guys to the path," she coaxes. She begins to walk in that direction, but neither of the two robots she's come across move to follow. She returns for them, motioning with her hands and her head, taking a few steps, returning when they don't follow. With repetition, they take a few steps.
"That's right," she praises, walking slowly backwards, luring them along with her hands outstretched.
They can be taught, but... she doesn't know how many there are or what she's going to do with all of them. She's just got to try to minimize the damage and keep anyone, robots included, from getting hurt.