What am I?

[axle]

*Clink clink clink*
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*clink clink*
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*clink clink clink...*

If a machine was capable of looking frightened this one was almost literally petrified. It had run all night, driven by the surprised cry's of angry sailors in the shore town, but had been spurred onward by the clinking sound that seemed to be just on its tail. When it had looked over it's shoulder he hadn't seen anything but it could still hear the noise. Eventually it had slowed down and finally stopped, coming to the inevitable conclusion that the metallic clinking was being produced by its own locomotion.
However just to prove it to itself it had experimented by stopping and starting to realize that it's body was in fact causing the noise.
Satisfied it wasn't being pursued it continued along the coast line, fallowing the water because it had nothing else to fallow.
It moved into the trees, feeling more concealed in the heaver underbrush as it walked onward. It stayed low to the ground like a cat skulking in the shadows when it doesn't want to be noticed.
Soon Meow could see a break in the trees and the Lagoon beyond, It wanted to advance toward the water. The lagoons surface was calm and clear, unlike the contently changing shoreline of the ocean. The machine wanted to see it's reflection, but was unwilling to risk being spotted.
The Machine sat in the shadow's looking out toward the lake and pondered how to go to the water without being seen...
As the machine thought, a process that only took milliseconds, an eternity to a machine, its eyes began to glow.
A green man stood in front of Meow. The man was Meow's holographic projection. Meow didn't know that, but he felt comfortable around the man for a reason that he wasn't aware of.
The hologram began to walk toward the lake. The man seemed almost solid in the morning light, although somehow artificial because of his green color.

[Ωᴚԑɲ]

Chasity jumped from the shore to a steppingstone. There were quite a few of them at this point in the water. A sign a while back had warned of razor fish or something like that. It had been shabby and some of the words weren’t too clear so all she knew was that she shouldn’t touch the water. A chill went down her spine and she looked downriver. A strange shape was under the water, about ten feet away, almost waiting to pounce on her. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to stay here…

Quick as she could she was on the shore and five feet from the water. That shape had almost looked… human… but it wasn’t. It was definitely different but she didn’t want to stay around to find out what exactly it was. After she was a few yards upriver she felt herself relax a little bit.

And then a clicking noise started.

What in the world was up with strange things today?? First some thing in the woods, then the thing in the water, and now this noise? This place seemed to be out to get her! She knew better than that, but it was a fun thought to humor. If anything there was someone out to get her (opposed the ‘this place’, which would be something).

Well, whatever it was she would just have to ignore it. … Or she could go find out what was making the noise. Somehow the latter appealed more. If she could find what was making the noise maybe it wouldn’t unsettle her as much. On the other hand, if it proved to be something truly dangerous… Oh well! She would figure it out soon enough!

As she continued upriver to find the source of the noise, it stopped. Now that wasn’t any more comforting! If anything it was more frightful because it meant that whoever was making it had stopped. That meant they had probably seen her. Either that or they had simply stopped. There really was no way to be sure… Or it was that green man walking out of the woods.

“Hello there!” Chasity called out. Maybe he had been making the noise, and it he hadn’t, maybe he knew what was.

[axle]

(OOC I couldn't get the text color right. I am become fail -_-)

Meow had a feeling of not being able to do something it had wanted to do, and a wish to improve itself till he could accomplish it. These two impulses would have been the human equivalent of disappointment. You see, his only visual receptors where in his eyes. Also his holographic projection didn't serve as an extension of his vision.
But of course being disappointed was useless now all meow could do was note its shortcomings and be prepared to work around them in the future. At the very least his hologram would serve too...

“Hello there!”

... attract the attention of anyone that meow couldn't see. Ever see a house cat jerk when startled? it's whole body jerks back a little then returns to its orginal position, ears forward and head out as it tries to figure out what startled it?
The green man dissipeared for a second then reappeared. It now stood a little off from where it had orginally stood, like a picture that has been projected on a wall, turned off, moved ever so slightly, then turned on again.
The clockwork cat's body was facing the lake, hidden in the bushes, but now its head was turned in the direction of where the voice had come from.

"Hello! meow" The green man's mouth moved, but the voice hadn't seemed to come from its mouth. But the inconsistency would be barely perceptible.

Now Meow was still hidden in the bushes, but it's voice could project in such a way that it would sound like the figure was talking.

[Ωᴚԑɲ]

Chasity walked up to the slightly green man. He seemed a little odd but she'd seen stranger things. She wasn't sure what he was as she'd never seen a green man but he seemed harmless. She blinked and he seemed to have moved... strange...er. Well she supposed there was no helping it. If he was strange but not threatening what harm could come of it? He seemed startled and frightened more than defensive.

His reply was a little odd as well. Who ended their sentences with "meow"? ... well, a cat might. Too bad Chasity wasn't a house cat. She might have a better idea of the whole meow thing if she was. But! a house cat couldn't protect itself like a Mafdet could.

"My name is Chasity Connell." She extended her hand and smiled sweetly. "What is your name and where do you come from? Not that there really are that many places around here to come from... but still! You seem like you need a friend?"

She realized that she had just babbled again and bit her lip. Most people were put off by her endless talking. She wasn't sure this guy would be any different, but he sure was different enough from others she had met that she had a little hope.

Even if he didn't mind her talking, she'd have to be more careful to not overdo her introduction and welcome. Even more so she'd have to keep her part of the conversation to a minimum. But... if he didn't say anything much she'd have to talk more to keep the conversation going, now wouldn't she... Oh well! If it meant bringing him out of his shell then it was worth it!!

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