First time in the City (OPEN)

The sounds of the city were constant, this was something Telzhud had still not become accustomed to. The dirty bandages that wrapped its body up to its ears did little to suppress the honking and chatter and banging and clanging of the busy street. Ever since Telzhud crash landed on earth it left small drops of its fluids as it traveled. The android leaned against a brick wall standing beside a small dark red pool of these fluids.

‘Damage not critical… need supplies for repairs… to heal…’

Telzhud was still coming to terms with what and who it was. The thoughts of its creator implanted within its memory banks fought to override its own program at every moment. The android was learning about everything, and remembering everything all at the same time.

Telzhud stepped out of the shadows of the alley and closer to the sidewalk but when a passerby would walk past Telzhud would back off. The android adjusted its jacket to cover up its body and tucked its chin in as if it did a better job of hiding the nearly 7 foot tall man who looked to need a hospital.

! !

Telzhud’s sensors picked up a strong presence coming in its direction but just then a large sack of somethings was thrown in front of the android. Telzhud raised its boot and began to prod at the bag with curious precision in an attempt to learn about it. The bag looked to be alive or at least some part of it was but Telzhud was having difficulty scanning the contents.

“What are you… Where am… I?”

Telzhud needed parts to repair itself, it knew that much, but the data on what exactly The Program needed was still to be recovered in memory. Though since it was the ultimate priority, experimentation sequence protocols have been unlocked.

The motorcycle cop looked the purple female up and down through his tinted helmet. Another day, another strange creature probably from another planet causing problems in their city. Checking his watch, he noted that her energy readings were much higher than the threshold, so he had to pull the usual routine. Pulling out a notebook, he asked, "ma'am, can I get your name and registration?"

Majin Gaffa stared at him like he was speaking a different language. This wasn't exactly the first time someone asked who she was, though usually it was in a 'WHO ARE YOU?! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?!' sort of matter when she was eating a group of people. This random masked man was being pretty amicable by those standards, even if she didn't know what a 'registration' was. But she also wasn't really feeling like giving out her name proper.

"Yeah, my name is... uh..." She darted her eyes back and forth, obviously trying to pull a random name out of the proverbial hat. "It's... let's say, Yang... Yangcong? That sounds good, right?" It was a name with a very VERY vague familiarity, but there's no way she could place it. The motorcycle cop stared at her like she just made a joke about AIDs.

The cop tapped his notebook with a pen. "Yeah, okay. What's your registration, ma'am?"

"I don't know."

"You don't know?"

"I don't fucking know, dick." The majin's temper was starting to rise. The cop raised his arms up to try and motion her to calm down.

"Ma'am, if you could just come with us to the station, we can--"

"I'm not going nowhere you want me to, fleshbag. Now fuck off, before you have to get your friends to pry you off of the pavement." Gaffa turned away from the motorcycle cop and glanced back at her sack, which was now being looked at by some tall bandaged guy. "OI! GET AWAY FROM THE SACK!" She stomped up and grabbed the burlap bag away from the towering figure, the bag squirming in protest. What the hell is wrong with the city? Can't they just leave her and her weird bag alone?!

Though not intent on eavesdropping, Kyten still overheard the talk of registrations and the purple one's unconvincing name. He knew nothing of the former and only that the name was almost certainly fake from how its supposed owner spoke. He also heard the threat, which gave him reason to intervene. He still held back from interfering; technically, nothing had happened past a threat and a demand to leave a sack alone. Though he had planned to wait, curiosity got the better of the insectile boy, and he peeked into the alley.

Though his senses helped, it was obviously different to see the sources of those senses with his eyes. A bandaged giant of a man that stood almost twice as tall as Kyten. It was impossible to tell with all the bandages in the way, but the figure looked human. Though something about how he spoke was weird; why co-ordinates? Still, the large man was not what mainly caught the interest of the boy. Now that he was closer and could actually see it, the writhing object was clearly alive and inside a sack. Given its contained nature it was impossible to say what it actually was despite his senses, but it unquestionably did not like being stuck in a sealed cloth bag.

The smiling creation went wholly unnoticed by the policeman, the human's attention fully occupied by the two strange beings that stood before him. Some alien with her sack of something that was probably alive, and a great bandaged man who was asking where he was. As the two began to grow focused on each other over him, he backed away a little to speak into his walkie-talkie. He could have tried to apprehend the alien girl for her threat, and similarly tried to ask the bandaged man to come along. He held just enough self-preservation to not try that alone, however. "Hey, I might need some backup here."

It was with those words that Kyten realized that the policeman needed help. But Kyten wasn't sure how to help, rather than get in the way. He could attack the purple girl, but that could make things worse. Though she'd threatened and the sack was suspicious, she had yet to actively do anything yet.