Snippet #2715099

For a very, very long moment naught but the wind faced Winter's call. The solemn quiet of the mountain was its own reward for a weary traveler desperate to collect themselves after a difficult journey, but that wasn't why Winter was here. He was here in search of a supposedly powerful robot, a seemingly mythical force of science that had managed to take down a champion. And to his credit...

He'd come to the right place.

The first thing Winter would see was a pair of golden lights gently bobbing before him. They pierced through the veil of snow, two symmetrical little orbs dancing rhythmically in the weather. As the lights drew nearer, a pair of dimly glowing eyes would be revealed to be behind them. These eyes, in turn, gave way to what might appear to be a young girl. However, her skin had a metallic texture to it and her joints were segmented, not unlike a ball jointed doll. This was no human, if not because of her looks than because she was effortlessly enduring the onslaught of freezing weather in naught but a mini skirt and what appeared to be a modest tank top. An ambiguous little smirk graced her face as she descended the mountain, her eyes locked on Winter's.

" . . . "

...But the robot offered no reply. That look on her face, the way she looked straight at Winter without quite acknowledging him--as if she were looking straight through him. It said everything she needed to. That was the gaze of a killer, ...or perhaps just any given robot. Either way, it lacked a certain humanity that might be unnerving if one weren't used to being looked at that way by other humans. In spite of her obvious inhumanities, she had a certain personality to her. The way she moved, the way she gingerly shielded her eyes with one of her hands. To what purpose had one designed a robot like this, and how had they accomplished something this... close to humanity?

It didn't seem like the young robot girl intended to explain herself. She stopped about 20 feet from Winter, leaving plenty of feet between them, and placed her hands on her hips almost expectantly, her pinky finger teasing one of the tiny pokeballs attached to her waist. None of them were primed just yet, but the gesture still teased at what she desired. Straight to the point, it seemed.