- ♡ all accepted! I'll add all the new characters once I'm back on my computer }
Roi Boxxer - he/him - cyborg - tags; Keelan, XLR mentioned
- Out of nowhere, Roi felt something. Maybe a few somethings? There were other things in this building that were trying to seek or project. He was used to a constant swirl of signals - everyone around him, empty distress frequencies humming unused in the background, establishments trying to radiate joy, and even Twelve Twenty-two or the 12th block residentials occasionally adding a comforting little check-in. Everything in Capitol City was connected to everything else. That was how they lived. Roi perked his head up for a moment, looking at nothing. He could sense something, in that moment. It wasn't exactly normal...in fact, he couldn't think of anything that was quite like what he was picking up on now. But it was there. Regardless of whether or not it was one of his kind or even non-hostile to him, it made him feel slightly comforted, almost instinctively.
"Sorry..." Roi murmured, bringing himself back into the conversation at hand. Upon looking Keelan over, it seemed that she wasn't sure about him yet. Well, that was what he thought. He wasn't good at reading creatures like humans. He assumed that she was probably a little bit frightened already at the implication that he wasn't human, but he didn't know whether to expect her to go running off shrieking some sort of alarm call or start trying to attack him (even though most humans were hopelessly weaker than their post-human counterparts). "Yeah, I'm not a human." He sighed sheepishly, rubbing at the top of his external spinal fixture. He had a semi-bad habit of having it reset every few weeks, when most people only needed theirs reset about once every six months. Most humans, he thought, set about interrogating anyone they slightly suspected to be non-human immediately. Maybe that was what she meant by 'not normal'.