[Open] ~The Wayward Soul.~

[Spacemanspark]

"At least this location isn't a warzone, like the last one."
Spark sits alone in a corner of the room, at a small table, not even bothering to hide its blue CRT-screen head this time, having already spectacularly revealed itself. It had waved away the barkeep after getting a strange look for demanding a called "Trinary" (or perhaps it was just the overall appearance of Spark). The robot buzzed, knowing it was pointless. The feline variant of Spark, wrapped on Spark actual's shoulders, beeped briefly before stating, "This unit could have told you Trinary wouldn't exist within this realm. Just look at the residents of this location. And this unit believed the Cyberiad to be bustling with too many different races of organics."

Spark 5.5m is correct, of course. Everywhere the duo looked, there was an entirely new (sentient) being that they had never before identified. Spark actual's attention focuses on two in particular; a strange brown garbed tiny organic male with what looked like... moth wings? It wasn't quite sure what it was witnessing, however it had seen much stranger things in its time, and it was quickly disregarded.

The other being was much more fierce looking. Spark actual's full attention is engulfed by whatever this gigantic blue demon is. It tilts its head as it watches the demon talking peacefully to the others around the table, its damaged metal antenna lowering like a threatened cat's ears.
"Unit would note that most beings of that nature would likely be immediately identified as a threat and blasted with more bullets than there is candy in a fifty foot pinata." the synthetic states to its mobile companion. "Yet here, they sit at a table, surrounded by other organics in a friendly manner, talking. Strange."

Spark 5.5m merely emits a soft ping, before responding somewhat loudly, "Perhaps it would be wise to interact with some of the organics here. This unit sees little other options on finding out information, or finding a way back."

Spark actual looks around for a moment, not quite amused. "Unit would heavily advise lowering your volume. If something desires to talk to this unit, it will approach on its own time, on its own terms. This unit does not intend to alarm others, and this unit very highly doubts there exists others of its kind here. It's appearance, combined with a blunt interruption, may be seen as a threat." it points to its own head, text rapidly scrolling through it at an unreadable pace. It buzzes, conceding, "Unit acknowledges that you aren't entirely false with that statement, however."

Something else comes to Spark 5.5m's processes. "Maxwell better be able to handle themselves for now." it hops off Spark's shoulder, now laying on the table, surveying the room carefully. "They are too young and innocent for their own good."

Spark 5.5 merely shakes its head, emitting another buzz. "They have the Crysten family for now." but internally it has begun to simulate how far the chances of Maxwell's survival had dropped without Spark's presense. The final number didn't amuse Spark whatsoever, and it slams its fist onto the table, an odd show of 'anger' for the normally emotionless synthetic. The feline variant merely turns its head, staring at Spark, who has refocused its attention back on the demon again.