[OPEN TO ALL] ~The Hunt Beings Anew...~

[Spacemanspark]

"Unit inquires the value in sitting here."
Spark mobile wasn't usually so questioning of its IPC counterpart... but they'd been up here for hours, merely staring at the town residents below.

Spark actual sat on top of a two story building, not even bothering to raise the hoodie anymore. Unit has already revealed itself...
It hesitates, before slowly answering the tiny robotic cat sitting on its shoulders.
"Simple. This unit wants to observe basic behaviors of the organics within this realm."

"You didn't get enough of an observation from the bar conflict and the theft incident within the tavern?" Spark mobile inquires, buzzing loudly. "...By the way, unit inquires, did you even bother to self inquire what happened to the tiny female organic that was arrested for your sake?"

The text on Spark actual's monitor scrolls up a little faster as it seems to think.
"Negative. This unit doubts they'll run into any real trouble."
It pauses, before:
"This unit doesn't appreciate organics trying to enslave it."

Spark mobile buzzes. "If this unit had more time to converse and elaborat-"

But Spark won't have it. "You elaborated just fine. They did not listen. This unit is not abandoning Maxwell. And neither are you."

"Do not imply this unit was going to leave the Creator for another. This unit was actually created by Maxwell, based on your personality. They found you in a dumpster."

Both robots buzz, and fall silent for a few minutes.

Spark mobile eventually breaks the silence.
"...Weren't you going to go look for a library, or allies of a sort? You would likely gain more information from one of those two sources than this."

"A little later, when it is quieter. As taverns and bars appear to be just slightly less violent than the Cyberiad, this unit needs to find another source... as far as allies go."

However, it slowly begins to climb down from the house. A few heads turn to look, eyebrows raising at the sight of the robot. When it's managed to reach the ground, it starts to slowly filter in with the rest of the crowd... although still gaining looks.

"...As this unit was stating from earlier, however, if they remain there..."

"This unit doubts they'll be locked in the prison for long. It's a small barfight and a few minor damages. They'll likely pay a fee and be out within a few days, a week at most."

"You don't know how the law of this realm works, yet."

Spark actual is about to offer a retort, but a shout causes both synthetic's attention elsewhere.

"Terrorizing an elder for fruit?"

The two eye a nearby crowd forming. With a beep of curiosity, they soon join it.

They soon set optics on a rather sudden fight. A female organic pitted against two adolescent organics... all three with deadly weapons of a sort. Spark actual emits a soft ping.

"This really is like the Cyberiad at times." it comments.

Spark mobile, however, isn't as amused.
"The Cyberiad would have likely exploded by now. Literally. Security would have swarmed from the hallways, blasting taser bolts and stunbatons. Probably a few laser rifles for good effect."

Spark actual doesn't say anything, merely watching as the redheaded female organic proceeds to trash the opponents with ease.
"Perhaps they could be a suitable ally."

"Perhaps. But you should properly examine those you intend to make friends with first." Spark mobile tilts its head as it scans the organic in question. "...They appear rather arrogant, which, if this unit is honest, will very quickly clash with you."

Spark actual buzzes. "This unit doesn't exactly have the assistance of fellow synthetics here, with countless personalities. What this unit sees is what it will get."

There's a pause, before...
"...Affirmative. Just ensure you analyze those you intend to approach." it repeats itself.

And so Spark actual, keeping its distance, began to monitor the redheaded female from afar. As the organic wandered into a bakery of sorts, it stood across the road, leaning against another building as it idly began to toy with its PDA, flipping through songs.

Both synthetics would agree on one thing about their predicament: They couldn't get back alone.