Scene #1392: Two Robots, Two Spirits, and an Archer

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Guest Korra	There are places where the spirits roam. In some cases they are entire worlds in the multiverse. In some cases they are segments of worlds. In some cases the spirits have been around for ages. In others.... Not so much. In many ways, it could be considered similar to how some worlds are filled with warriors, but others are peaceful and have few, if any. For now though, that may or may not matter. What matters is that there's a town, somewhere inbetween two warring nations. At times it's been raided by one side or the other as part of the war. Its people have been recruited for both sides (i.e. press ganged). But for the most part... It's been left alone. Thus it survives. It has people living in it. But it isn't in the best of shape, and its people are only slightly better. In fact, probably the only major thing it has going for it, is that despite the war, this unnamed town is located on a major trading route on its world, thus it gets plenty of travelers, including more than its share of strange travelers from other places in The Multiverse...
Blurr	Blurr is a scout, so exploring other planets in the multiverse is something that he's often assigned to. This time around, he finds himself planetside on yet another world not unlike Earth. There seems to be a lot of those, that is, organic carbon-based planets. At least among the populated ones. A bright flash of a blue beam can be seen in the sky for a very brief moment as the Autobot orbital bounces down to the surface from a ship in geosynchronous orbit. Warpgates are slightly faster, but...they're also designed for people who are human sized or at least close to it, which he definitely is -not-. He can fit, barely, in his alt mode but it's hardly comfortable. He surveys the area, taking note of the town which is inhabited by yet another very human-like species, then scans beyond for anything else that might be of interest.
Bitter Medicine	The Alchemical Exalt folds his arms before the desk of Senior Administrator Mendeleev. "I don't understand why you keep wasting my talents on diplomatic missions." Only on Autochthonia would an Exalt take orders from a mortal, and while their system isn't perfect, it has given them a kind of stability that's truly remarkable compared to most Exalted worlds. "There are a variety of Champions I could send in your place, but anyone can send a diplomat. Sending someone like you also sends a message." "If you dislike these other worlds so much, you should just leave a flaming bag of excrement at their warpgates. It would be much more efficient." Mendeleev steeples his fingers. "Autochthonia is committed to /fixing/ the problems of other member worlds, not /talking/ about them. If you're quite through complaining, you can get out of my office now." The Exalt salutes the ranking Olgotary member and dismisses himself in typical dour fashion. Some time later, the dark figure of Bitter Medicine can be seen flying through the skies of Korra's world. If nothing else, he can at least put a face to a voice by coming here. He might even like the Avatar... but he doubts it. The Exalt may attract the attention of Blurr as he comes in for a landing--the deep purple jets of plasma from his Plasma Thruster Assembly are anything but inconspicuous.
Yew Archer	The Servant clad in lincoln green kept on walking. This was... God, what was it? Day 5 with an absentee Master? That's not even how it's supposed to work. Archer should've just been summoned to his Master's side, like any other Servant worth their salt. Instead, he got dropped off right out in the middle of nowhere, all by his lonesome. And that was almost a week ago. Internally, he cursed his rotten luck. Externally, he sighed to himself, looking up at the village he was plodding along to. Well. Quiet. Quaint-lookin'. And it's not like he's got anything to lose by heading there and asking around. Might even get lucky and run into someone who knows where his Master ran off to. Heck, while he's dreaming, he might even straight-up run into his Master. Then he wouldn't have to deal with any of this roaming around - not that he minded it much, but still. After a moment's contemplation, Archer headed on into the town, taking note of the other new arrivals.
Guest Korra	Meanwhile, not too far into the village... A girl and a giant animal that looks like a cross between an polar bear and a giant dog wearing a saddle just walk along the main road, looking almost bored. heck, considering the girl, Korra, yawns, she definitely looks bored. Of course that all changes when that.... Whatever it is falls from the sky. As such, she notices it, she hopes onto the polar bear dog, before saying, "Come on Naga, let's check that out." leading to the giant dog thing starting to move towards whatever it is that dropped from the sky. Of course along the way she probably will come fairly close to the servant in search of his master, and heaven help us all if she notices that /other/ thing flying in the sky.
Blurr	Blurr definitely notices Bitter. He's seen that guy before! Oh right, he'd helped out against the Swarm some decacycles ago. As the Exalt lands, the Autobot's holomatter materializes in front of him. It resembles a teenaged human boy. "Hey, Bitter Medicine right?" he greets, as his true form drives up behind the avatar (not THE Avatar, but Blurr's projected avatar). He peers past him at the girl riding up toward them on a white mammalian-looking creature. A native, perhaps?
Yew Archer	Archer, taking note of Korra and the polar bear dog, quickened his pace until he was casually walking alongside the colossal canine. "Nice weather we're havin', huh?" he asked, in a conversational tone, before continuing, "Not often it rains giant robots. 'Course, I'm not from around these parts, so who knows. Maybe that's normal." Though he was speaking to Korra, his gaze was fixed on the other new arrivals. He gave them both a casual wave, smiling.
Bitter Medicine	Bitter Medicine narrows his eyes at the boy as he materializes--who is this youth, and why does he know him? He suspects deception of some sort, as is his wont. He's not wrong, of course, nor is he stupid. Recognition flashes in his eyes, burning away the suspicion. "Oh," he says bluntly. "Hello, comrade." The Exalt speaks to the car, having apparently grasped the situation. "A scouting party approaches," he says, nodding to Archer and Korra. The dour Champion stands, arms folded. He doesn't do meet-and-greets. He does arrive-and-inspects. As the other two Elites approach the two machine-planet residents, Bitter Medicine offers his most polite greeting. "Who are you?" His eyes flick from Archer to Korra, his earrings flashing in the sun.
Guest Korra	"..." As that guy just walks beside Naga, Korra gives him a bit of a disbelieving glance. After all, raining giant robots...? "No. It's not normal around here." she admits, before glancing back towards Blurr and.... The person that joins him. "Heck, a 'crash' like that..." she shakes her head. "Never mind. But if you're not from around here, should I ask where you're from? Especially if it's somewhere else in the multiverse?" All though as Naga gets closer, the girl in blue shouts out, "Is everything all right over there?"
Yew Archer	"I'm a helluva long ways from home, believe you me," he says, flashing a grin at her. "Trust me, you don't wanna know just how long the walk was." Archer looked the other two new visitors over as he continued walking. Well. They definitely weren't from around these parts, either. That's good. Maybe they'd have better odds of knowing just where the hell his Master ran off to. "Name's Archer," he said to them, raising his voice a bit so he could be heard, "How 'bout you guys?" He looked up at Korra. "Your name too, while I'm at it?"
Blurr	Blurr's avatar nods at Archer. "Blurr," he answers. "Nice to meet you, Archer." He peers at the man. "You walked here from your native planet? Or are you a native here?" He chuckles at Bitter's initial alarm. "Oh, sorry I forgot you've never seen my holomatter before. But figures you'd recognize my voice."
Bitter Medicine	The Alchemical looks to the Cybertronian, the colder of the two despite his /relatively/ more human appearance. Okay, maybe not at this exact moment, but holograms are cheating. "It must be a useful artifact to have," he admits to Blurr. As the Avatar calls to them, his attention is thusly directed. "I'm fine," he calls back to Korra. Bitter Medicine will let Blurr speak for himself. Introductions are in order, now. "I am Bitter Medicine, Chosen of the Machine God." He leaves out the 'hail comrade' part, as he's unsure of their allegiances. "Friend or foe?" Is he really doing this? There are probably funerals with warmer receptions than the one he's giving Archer and Korra.
Guest Korra	"Korra." the girl on the polar bear dog says at the question regarding her name. That is before Naga starts to come to a stop near the disguised robot and The Alchemical. "And friend or foe depends on just what you're doing around here." There's a pause as her gaze flickers to Blurr. "Then again, considering the odd Satomobile..."
Yew Archer	Archer's tone was completely casual as he replied, with a hint of facetiousness. "Oh, yeah. Walked all the way here. Nice for a light stroll, y'know? All I'll say is, thank god for warpgates." Well, he's certainly clad in the garb of a wanderer - or perhaps a woodsman. Seemingly unfazed by Bitter Medicine's standoffishness, Archer gave him a tired, slightly forced smile. "Well," he said, "I'd like to think I'm a friendly guy. Lookit, we're talkin' friendly right now, aren't we?"
Blurr	"Yeah, it really is." Blurr agrees, the avatar nodding at Bitter's comment. "Especially when most of the multiverse are human-sized or smaller. I mean, yeah, people know it's the multiverse but it still gives them a shock to see a full-sized Cybertronian." Because if he transformed right now--well, he'd bet Korra and Archer would at least do a double-take. He nods at Archer. "Right, warpgates, you don't walk in them though, they jump you across the multiverse." The Autobot points out, then a holomatter brow is arched at Korra. "'Satomobile'? Is that just another weird word for 'automobile'?" Because that's the word humans usually used for vehicles.
Bitter Medicine	The Alchemical's expresion softens a bit. Really, it does, honest. "Ah. So you would be the Avatar, then. We spoke over the radio, on the subject of dragons." Bitter Medicine reaches into his leather duster and retrieves a piece of paper so crinkled, it looks like a receipt scooped off the floorboard of a car. He unfolds it. "Greetings and earnest salutations..." Under his breath he mumbles, "/Earnest salutations?/ What is /that/ shit?" Ahem. "...from the Eight Nations of Autochthonia. As a Champion of the State it is my distinct pleasure to welcome you to the multiverse, and my... oh, whatever." He crinkles the paper up and tosses it over his shoulder. "You want the gist? If you need something beat up, call me. I hate this diplomacy crap." "Well-met, Archer. I'll consider us on good terms for the purpose of avoiding collateral damage." With that, Bitter places a fist in one palm and bows to Korra and Archer both, similar to the way many bending students greet their masters.
Guest Korra	Warpgates. Yeap. That answers a lot. Heck, as Korra hears that one word mentioned, she visibly relaxes. Heck, at the mention of dragons, she even smiles slightly, before sliding off of her polar bear dog. Heck, she even chuckles at that 'greeting'. "Understood, and I'll pass the word along." But would The Avatar do a double-take at the full sized cybertronian? Maybe. Maybe not. But for the moment, she instead just... Shrugs. "Dunno. Maybe. Here they're called Satomobiles because they were invented by a guy named Sato." Of course once that's said, Archer does get another glance. But she lets him say or do what he needs to say or do.
Yew Archer	"I walk to 'em," Archer said with a smirk. "Don't got a fancy ride like that one to drive me from place to place. Just my own two feet." He shrugs. "Yeah, I get your point. Been wanderin' for a few days, feels like I've been walking forever." Archer gave a casual nod to Bitter Medicine, in contrast to his more formal bow. He wasn't all that big on formality and didn't know the local custom here anyways. Not much of a cultural emissary or anything, but he got by. "Great, good to hear. Really glad. Say, while we're talkin' friendly, I got a question for you all. Any of you see someone wandering around here with a Command Spell on 'em? That's a fancy-lookin', glowy tattoo, usually on their hand?"
Blurr	"Right, sure... whatever." Blurr shrugs. "It's not a ride, actually." He clarifies. "It's me." The Autobot nods to Korra. "Yeah, I guess that makes sense." He listens to Archer's question, but the holomatter just gives him a blank look. "Uh. That depends on what a 'command spell' is, or what it looks like, at least. Or what a 'tattoo' looks like."
Bitter Medicine	"I haven't. But now I know to look. I'm assuming that's the only distinguishing factor you have, since it's all you mentioned. Who is this person to you?" The Alchemical's posture changes. Before, it was suspicion, now it's whatever passes for at-ease. His feet are apart, his arms folded behind his back. He looks like some kind of beat cop watching a street corner. "A tattoo," says the Alchemical to the Cybertronian, "Is a marking on the skin, kind of like my makeup, but it's typically permanent. The permanence is symbolic, as is the image."
Guest Korra	Command Spell...? "Sorry. Closest that I've seen to anything like that are people with burns, scars, and tattoos. And none of them sound anything like what you're looking for." is said towards Archer with a frown. And yet, as she considers what he said, she gives him a nice long look, as if she's considering saying something else all together. Or maybe adding on a little bit to that statement. Of course before she can say that, she almost does a spit-take as she shifts her gaze towards Blurr. "That's you? You mean that you're the Satomobile?" is said before she starts to take a few steps closer. "I guess I can see why Toph said what she did about metalbending, and not wanting it abused like bloodbending..." "WHat he said." is also said towards Blurr regarding what a tattoo is, while jerking a thumb towards The Alchemical. Of course since Bitter Medicine asked the important question a.k.a. 'Who's he to you?' the girl in blue stays all ears for that answer. After all, she has no clue what else to offer Archer right this second.
Yew Archer	"Wait, it's you?" Archer flashes Blurr a grin. "Hey, c'mon, now. Can't leave me with just that. There's gotta be some kinda interesting story behind it, right?" His grin faded into a nonchalant smile. "If you guys haven't seen anything like that, that's fine. I haven't either, so we're square. The person I'm looking for is my Master. That's capital letters, mind - he's the one who summoned me, but for whatever reason I can't find him." After a moment, he frowned, considering something. "Could be a her, I guess," he admitted, "hell, it's not like I'd know either way. I've never seen the person."
Blurr	Blurr's holomatter nods. "Oh, so like decals. But more permanent? Hm well I've definitely seen a lot of people with markings on their skin around; maybe you can describe what the markings look like? Are they words? Images? Shapes?" He shrugs at Archer's grin. "An interesting story? What makes you think that? I was forged about four million Earth years ago on Cybertron, in the city-state of Ibex. That's about it...So he's your master? Are you a slave? Summoned? Maybe they 'summoned' you, then forgot, or decided they didn't need you. Or maybe they got trapped without a functioning comm. Or maybe they died."
Bitter Medicine	"I've heard that word before, Master with a capital M. That would make you a legend incarnate from some other world, wouldn't it?" The Exalt counts some such spirits as his allies, though he's not particularly familiar with any. This fellow is a good place to start getting to know them, he supposes. "Blurr's nature is characteristic of his people. All Cybertronians, as I understand, are Colossi." Bitter Medicine looks to the hologram to confirm this--it's easier to read the expression of a projected image than it is the bumper of a car. It still surprises him that the Cybertronian can manage to be so grounded when he's lived for so long. The brief glance done with, he offers an opinion, as is his wont. "Comrade Toph is as arrogant and pigheaded as they come. Beneath all of that world's-greatest-earthbender blather is a wise, loyal girl." Of course, the Toph he's speaking of is quite different from this world's Toph. "She's right to fear the misuse of her style. It's easily formidable enough to match most Terrestrial martial arts."
Guest Korra	"Just why are you looking for him... Or her anyways? Not to be rude, but looking for someone with something called a 'command spell', and calling them 'Master' without even knowing who they are, and summoning you? That doesn't exactly sound too..." Yeah, she sort of fumbles trying to find the right word. Or words. "It doesn't exactly sound 'nice'." And yeah, she was trying to avoid using the word 'slave'. Of course when Blurr starts to tell his 'story', Korra blinks, and peers at the 'car'. "Forged? 4 million years ago? That makes the 10,000 years of The Avatar Cycle sound small." On the other hand, there's a faint 'heh' towards Bitter Medicine. "Yeap. That's Toph all right. Or sounds like the stories about her. And kinda like her daughter too..."
Yew Archer	"Well, they're..." Archer paused, trying to figure out how to describe the appearance of his Command Spell. "Just a bunch of shapes, I guess," he said, having given up on this entirely, "And... well, I'm not a slave. I'm a Servant." Again, figuring out how to word this. "We get summoned by magic users to fight other Servants and protect our Masters. That's basically the gist of it. I'm still getting a steady flow of pr-- magical energy from my Master, so I know they're still alive." Archer looks to Bitter Medicine, glad that one of the few people he's met so far in his (admittedly brief) travels already knows what a Servant is. That saves some time. "Yup. That's me. Good to hear you at least know a bit about all of this." Archer looked back at Korra. He was glad she meant well, at least, but it might be good to explain himself a bit. "I get you," he says, nodding, "but I didn't come up with the terms. If my Master goes, then I go pretty soon after, so I at least got some interest in making sure they don't bite it. I appreciate you carin', but like it or not, it's what I'm here for, and I can handle myself. So for now, I'm just looking around for 'em."
Bitter Medicine	"Birth by construction isn't an unusual concept in the Multiverse. I was built roughly eleven years ago, for example. A drop in the bucket, compared to your Avatar Cycle, and utterly insignificant compared to Blurr's lifespan." On the topic of the Grail War's terminology and overall tone, he hmphs. "Most sorcerers aren't 'nice,' or so Finna tells me. It wasn't uncommon for Creation's more talented sorcerers to summon and bind demons to do their bidding. Servitude may be an unpleasant idea, but not all service is demeaning. Civil service and service to the State come to mind."
Guest Korra	Summoned? Magical Energy? Servant? Korra might not have to like it. She might not fully understand it. But she also can't force things to change to be how she thinks things should be. Not always anyways. "I guess..." is said towards Bitter, as she tries not to judge. After all, she knows how weird things can get. Just ask the married frog spirits! But still... "If you need help, I'm still more than willing to help." There's even a glance at The Alchemical. "Heck, since you know some of this stuff, maybe you know someone who knows more and can help him more than we can...?" "And if they can't." She glances towards Archer again, "Just let us know and we'll help you."
Yew Archer	Archer paused. He wasn't quite used to this - someone offering to help just out of the blue like that. What's her angle? He scrutinized Korra for a moment. ...Hell. Maybe she WAS genuine. She seemed like that kinda person, seein' as how she got bothered by the Master/Servant thing. "Y'know, honestly," he said, "I'd really appreciate that. Dunno what you guys could do besides keepin' an eye out, but anything is better than just wandering around blindly like I been doin'."
Blurr	Blurr nods. "Well if you could provide us with more detail on what this person looks like, like maybe an image or video of him, I could help you search. Do you know where he was when he summoned you? That'd probably be the best place to start looking." He turns to Korra at her confusion about being 'forged', but nods at Bitter. "Yeah, I was built by the athletic association in Ibex. They wanted to create the perfect racer so they made me. 'Forged' just means your spark came from a hotspot and wasn't, uhm, spawned artificially."
Bitter Medicine	"I do," replies the Alchemical to Korra. "His name is Emiya Shirou, and he typically associates with several spirits like you. He's an idealistic idiot, but he knows more than is readily apparent. At the very least, he could point Archer further in the right direction than I could." The next comment is directed towards the Heroic Spirit. "Redheaded kid, in the awkward fumbling teenager phase. If you have trouble tracking him down, you could always try a place called Dun Realtai. Make sure to observe good behavior there; the place is teeming with spirits like you who have a vested interest in keeping it orderly." "You say the word 'artificially' like it's an expletive." The harsh-looking man smirks, and it's an unusual expression for him. "Alchemical Exalted are a minority on Autochthonia. This is by design; only a soul that has proved itself worthy throughout multiple incarnations can be used in the construction of a Champion. I'll have to invite you to... well. Just show up in Gulak sometime, and I'll show you around." "Comrades, it's certainly been a thing. I have dissidents to crush and heresies to erase." He unfolds his arms, and without warning, reactivates his Plasma Thruster Assembly. Jets of deep purple energy roar forth from the soles of his jackboots, propelling him into the air and leaving a trail of cinders in his wake. The Exalt heads off, back towards the warp gate.
Guest Korra	"..." Okay, so /now/ Korra feels a bit foolish. After all, she should of picked up on the spirit thing, instead of having to hear it from Bitter like she just did. But then again, it's not the first time she's mistaken a spirit of some sort for a human. And yet... And yet, as her gaze drifts towards Archer, The Avatars eyes glow pure white for a moment or two, before she speaks up yet again. "Speaking as someone who's suppose to be 'the bridge' between humans and spirits, I'm suppose to help like this. So I'll keep my eyes open." Then there's a nod at Blurr, before Korra offers a slight, "Understood. And sorry. Closest thing we have where I'm from to what you're describing are custom Satomobiles... And maybe some really odd mechatanks. We aren't really big in the whole thinking machines thing. Spirits? Yeah, but that's recent. But something like you.... Not so much." And finally, as Bitter takes off, the girl in blue offers him a slight nod, and a wave.
Yew Archer	Archer shook his head at Blurr. "No idea on either of those, sorry. The only thing I've got to go on is the Command Spell. Still, though... hell, there can't be THAT many people wandering around with one of those on their wrists." Archer gave Bitter Medicine a wave as he flew off. Dun Realtai... He mulled over the name in his head a bit. Sounded Gaelic. And this Shirou kid... Well, that's definitely a start. He'll have to check that one out - and maybe give Medicine a word of thanks if he ever runs into him again. Archer paused as Korra's eyes glowed. Not quite knowing what to make of it, he decided to just leave it be for now. "Alright, thanks. That's great to hear. In the meantime..." He paused. And then shrugged. "In the meantime, I'm gonna keep lookin'. Be seein' you two." With a final, lackadasical wave to Blurr and Korra, Archer turned and began to walk away.