Setting: A generic street

[unclebob]

The machine is puzzled. It's an odd emotion, but no stranger than the others he has felt over the past few days. Why is he still here? He was lowered into molten metal and went offline. That should have been the end of it. Should have, but was not. Now he is here, wherever "here" might be.

What is his purpose now? His mission has been fulfilled. John is safe. So the tall robot stands there with an unnatural stillness about him, staring out as the people pass on by. His face wears a small expression of befuddlement.

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I'm so glad you replied, I was worried I was too late to get in on the party

[darkanddreamless]

There is little reason to worry about her using it on anything as large as him-- or anything larger than herself at all, really.

She stares up at him with wide eyes, though her expression is unreadable-- honestly, it's difficult to tell if there is any real emotion behind it at all.

"I'm not sure it has a name. You aren't the only one who didn't mean to come here."

No such thing as never too late :)

[unclebob]

They're a regular pair of Tin Men, with their lack of emotions. He blinks, a bit unsure of what is meant by that answer. How can a place not have a name to go with it? Even abstract concepts like Heaven and Hell have them attached.

"Did you mean to come here?" Maybe the the reason she has the knife is for protection. He wonders what sort of creatures are around that would warrant carrying a weapon.

[darkanddreamless]

"No. But it isn't the first time I've been taken somewhere I had no intention of going." Yet, somehow, she can't help but feel that the same man responsible for the first time has nothing to do with this-- his world was empty, lonely. This one is full of life and patchworked with different pockets of worlds. No, this is something else.

"The first time, a demon who called himself Maxwell deceived me. But this time, I was simply... here."

[unclebob]

"The last time something like this happened to me, I was sent through time." He had already ruled that particular theory out based off the fact he was still wearing clothes.

"Are you all alone?" The question is asked softly, a tone approaching as close to tenderness as the Terminator can muster. What can he say, he's got a soft spot for those on their own, especially young kids.

[darkanddreamless]

"For now."

The statement is oddly ominous, especially considering the subtle shift in her grip on the knife's handle.

"My twin sister, Abigail, is nearly here."

[unclebob]

He notes the even that subtle shift, not liking it one bit. He moves just a little bit closer to her. Whether that's to help or hinder will depend on the answer to his next question. "Are you in danger?"