Thread: Heaven's Lost Property (Ironic x Rauk)

No, I am not a human. He responded quietly, not realizing whether or not the existence of Angeloids was common knowledge. As I said before, I am a pet class Angeloid. However, I am currently without a master. She continued to speak, asking him if she'd been punked as if she were caught on some reality television program. I am not sure what you mean by this. What is reality TV? I assure you I was only trying to protect you from those bullies. Pheonix's head tilted to the side, his hair flowing along in confusion. Reaching out, he picked up whatever belongings Azura handed him to carry, and began following her back on the way to wherever she was going. As they stepped through the town, the ambient sounds of automobiles and chatter could be heard all over the place. While the locals were most likely used to the noise, it was difficult for a newcomer like Pheonix to tune it out. Looking over, and down to Azura as they walked, the Angeloid had begun to think about the possibilities of calling her his master. As I explained before, I am in fact not a human. I am a simple pet-class Angeloid by the name of Phoenix. I've been abandoned by my previous master, and now I am roaming this town looking for someone suitable for the job. Would you be interested? The strange man warmly held her things in one arm, and lifted the other hand to grab the chain around his neck, extending it to her, as if he was offering to let her hold it. It was a dark, heavy looking chain that connected to an uncomfortable looking device that suddenly appeared around the Angeloid's neck. Not even a second went by before he quickly turned away and retracted his hand, and thus the offer. I'm sorry. This isn't something I should be asking you... yet. Catching himself, he knew that bluntly asking her to become his master like this after such a traumatic event wouldn't make much sense to her. Phoenix did not know much about human behavior, although he wasn't completely clueless on the matter and calculated that she would most likely reject him, and think of him as some sort of creep. Being created as a weapon, Phoenix's combat and processing capabilities were abundantly powerful. That being said, his emotional control was left lacking in order to make up for this prowess on the battlefield. This lack of emotional control over himself is also the main reason why he was able to speak so nonchalantly about the events that had just taken place. Everything spoken from the strange man in the white leather suit's mouth was very calm, collected, and articulate. It was in his hopes that they would arrive at her home soon, so he could explain himself in a more private manner, free from the worry of her being attacked again. After a few more seconds of them walking in the direction of Azura's home, the lock and chain around his neck began to dematerialize and seemingly vanish into thin air. Though it seemed to not be there any longer, the disappearance was purely cosmetic. I suppose you want me to explain why Angeloid's need masters as well... I will to the best of my knowledge, but I'd like to save that for a more private setting. The wind blew a cold chill around the two of them, as they walked on.