What Even? [Open]

"The design of man has been a curious one, imprinted into the minds of those bound by it. A human trying to create the perfect being will usually build something restricted to the human body. In fact, the human body could never be part of the equation for a perfect being. But at the same time, focusing one aspect is the other downfall and often parallel to the aesthetic design. It is in my mind that I believe while I flaw my creations by giving them the bodies of humans, I would like to seek out a way to keep them unrestricted from that. In that, I begin my first creation, D1. Now, with my assistants Occam and Murphy, I shall proceed the synthesis of the first of the Dataloid Phoenix Project. Let us begin." Played to drown out all other sounds, the motionless body of D10 quietly listened as Occam recalled his memory of the scientist beginning his experiments. The snow-haired dataloid sat with his hands around his knees, clasping his body together as he awaited in an alley. The trapped being within, the true owner of the body, spoke to Zeikke. He was trying to teach and remind and rinse and repeat on the truth of things.

"I was there. I saw what he did to Murphy and knew that there was something missing. The ISO was used to create that monster we encountered in the Datascape. We are among the few that remain. I eventually came forth when your creator showed interest in re-exploring the more advanced base designs for the Project. So now that I've concluded this experiment failed, I want my body back." D10's body fidgeted as the ISO's will combated the Dataloid's. When something sleeps for so long, it looses strength. That might needed to be recovered over time, and there would be a time where the fight for dominance would come to a head. D10 knew this and, oddly enough, felt some sort of artificial fear. It was just his being making him aware that he needed to assert dominance or face possible destruction. "But what happens to me?" Occam was silent, likely formulating an answer. "Find a body or die." D10 was seemingly talking to himself. Whenever Occam spoke, his eyes became a lighter shade.

The dataloid stood up with rigid movements, striding along the alley and flicking up his hood. His shining bulbs peered left and right as he snuck along. A thick crowd of lost souls helped disguise his presence. Whenever he'd bump into someone, flashes of horrific events flowed through his eyes. The ultimate destruction of worlds. The crashing of meteors, the implosion caused by magic, and briefly he brushed against a red-clad elf-man. Suddenly he saw a war between elves and humans that resulted in a great beast consuming and utterly annihilating the world and its populace. "Watch it, shem!" Zeikke stared with wonder, seeing great hatred in this man's mind, darkness clouding his mind but hidden by light. As the dataloid roamed along the crowds, he felt some sort of panic form as the information came flooding in. Something he was used to, but now it was different. Now he wasn't the only lost soul; now he was in a sea full of literal despair. As he entered a tavern as an escape from the crowd, retreated to the bar. He didn't drink, but he liked to pretend to.

"Whiskey." Occam mentally frowned, keeping his thoughts contained. I'm a a bourbon kind of guy. Stop ordering this muck. D10 ignored the ISO, watching a rock glass fill with whiskey, only a few cubes of ice in it. He looked to his side, he saw a passed-out, burly man. To his right was a lion and a much younger human enjoying their times. Blinking with naivety, he spun around his chair with his whiskey, not taking a sip. Seeing a melancholic, blue-haired man, he wondered why his hair was that color. That's all his curiosity needed. Why was is hair blue? People probably wondered about D10's when they saw it, however this time he simply wanted to touch the man for that answer and welcomed any extra bit of information. Noticing the man was drinking tea amongst drunks, he tapped his glass and the whiskey morphed into tea itself. A quick glint and a shine showed this, the work of magic. Slowly pitter-pattering his way over to the man, he sat down with rigid posture. Setting his glass down, he shifted the glass into a mug. "Oh, I never get the cupware right." He whispered to himself. Going to poke the blue-haired man, the librarian exercised his curiosity. "Why's your hair blue?"

The innocent young girl who wore a blue robe that covered her mouth quietly stepped out of a ship that had just docked from Radiant Garden, her feathery white wings folded into her back, and halo floating just above her head. For a moment, she simply stared at the town before her, her eyes wide with wonder at the expansive location. This world was so different from where she landed first. It was a little more... traditional? Was that the word to describe it? It was a little bit more gloomy than Radiant Garden at first sight, but the people were cheery enough. She wanted to go out and explore, but she was held back by her own timidness. She slowly sank back into the ship, only to be stopped by someone from behind who rubbed the top of her head.

"Don't worry, little one. Everyone in this town is friendly. And if they're giving you trouble, just come find me, and I'll have a word with them."

She looked up to see a towering man looking down on her with understanding, brown eyes. His name was Alphonse, and he worked with in the ship. At first, Chandra was a little cautious about approaching him since he was... well... he looked rough and scary. She used to watch the people work whenever their ship docked, and Alphonse took notice of her on numerous occasions. He tried to approach her, but she always ran away. He tried a few more times, whenever he got the chance, and eventually, Chandra decided to interact with him. They talked, or rather, Alphonse talked and Chandra listened, offering non-vocal responses whenever her input was needed. She grew close to him, running up to him whenever he arrived. Just yesterday Alphonse offered to take her on this trip. She said yes, of course. Ever since seeing the gummi ships, she had always wondered what it looked like on the inside, and as well as how it felt to be traveling in one. Well, to put it lightly, it was dizzying, and she spent most of the time exhausted by the unfamiliar motions of the gummi ship. Alphonse assured her that that was only because they ran into some turbulence. Hopefully the next trip wouldn't be so sickening.

"We'll be here for a few days, so you can take your time exploring the town, but be sure to come back before it gets too dark."

Chandra nodded with a smile and Alphonse sent her off. The young girl went into the town, staying out of everyone's way, but curiously looked into the various shops' windows when she came by. Eventually, she found herself at a building that stunk of particularly strong odors of fermented... grains? Fruits? She was cautious around this area, only looking in through the windows at a safe distance. Alphonse had warned her not to get too close to people who had drank the liquids that smelled like what she was smelling. Humorously, he had used one of his friends as an example when he came stumbling in and falling asleep on the floor of the ship. Her green eyes looked about inside, but found nothing too interesting aside from the architecture, and... a strangely out of place man looking outside.