The Titan mech with the psychedelic paint job stands in the intersection of ruined streets between ruined buildings. It is eight meters tall, higher than most of what remains. The cupola open so that the pilot, Maddy, can stare out into the world. Obviously, her eyes would work much better than any sensors. Right? “Nope, can’t see her” she says to no one. “They were just /rumors/, you know. Rumors aren’t true. Well, except that one about ‘Three Legged Tim’. Seriously, that beast is a tripod.” She listens for a moment…to nothing…before nodding. “I’m pretty sure it wasn’t standing on its head but, hey, you never know. Am I right?”
The thing about mechs, they make a lot of noise. So one is more likely to be seen than to see in an environment full of ruined buildings, rubble and other such things. The number of vantage points near and far are many. But when Xee comes within view, it’s not in front of Maddy and her ride. Rather, the dirty woman appears atop the mech, behind the open cockpit. She appears in a low, stable crouch, her blink into existence quiet, but with a soft outward push of air, as if displacing the air that filled the area her body now occupies. This is while Maddy is speaking, Xee tilting her head slightly as she listens to half of what is said. “You should stand this thing on its head.” Her husky voice offering the suggestion in all seriousness.
Maddy lets out a scream at the unexpected voice. Jumping forward but, thankfully, managing to grab the carapace before plummeting to her death. She hangs there, swinging thirty feet off the ground, a big grin on her face. “There you are, Eeeeee! I’ve been looking all over for you. Just give me a sec…” She tries to pull herself back into the cockpit. “Have to get back in. Maybe change my shorts.” After some huffing and puffing, she finds her way back into the pilot chair with a loud exhale. “My heart is beating so fast. Which is better than not beating at all.” She frowns at empty space next to her. “Why didn’t you tell me she was there?” Back to Xeenia. “How are you doing? Nice digs you have here.”
Xeenia waits, casually watching Maddy work her way back into her mech. Not a hint of repentance, of course. But no smug as one might expect either. Her eyes flick towards where the strange woman seems to be.. Talking at. But other than a slight lift of one brow, she seems content to let the moment pass. Questioned, Xee huffs lowly as she slowly stands, maintaining her elevated position. “I eat well. What more is there?” After a pause and a slow glance about she wonders, “Why are you seeking me?” Her eyes go back to Maddy. “You did seem to be seeking as I watched you.”
“I was looking for you because we’re best buds” Maddy replies in a tone of ‘what other reason would I need?’. “You’re pretty sneaky, otherwise I would have found you in, like, ten seconds. Maybe twenty. It’s cloudy. But if you want another reason…oh…did you get a map from the virgin yet? Probably has naked women doodled all over it and they look /nothing/ like naked women. Anyway…” She starts rummaging through the stuffed toys and dirty clothes strewn over the cockpit. “It’s here somewhere…hang on. Did you say you had food?”
Xeenia quirks a brow at the assertion of friendship. But she doesn’t deny it. That’s good, right? “It pays to see before being seen. Surprise is a great advantage.” She crosses her arms over her chest as she notes, “Had food. I do not keep very much. It’s a simple matter to hunt, day to day. I won’t hunt again until late tonight. I prefer my meat fresh.” A soft rumble edging into the last two words with cause the timbre of her voice to drop an octave. A pause and tilt of her head. The thoughtful moment ending with a, “I did not go back to him yet.”
“I don’t blame you. Virgin can be a bit too much to take more than once. Though the ironic thing is that no one has ‘taken’ him. If you know what I mean” Maddy giggles but refrains from nudges and winks. “You like fresh meat? Cool. Hey…wait a sec. You’re not a cannibal, are you? That would suck. I mean, they suck the marrow out of the bones, so I guess they have to suck. Here it is!” She pulls out what looks to be a data stick…about the size of a brick. “While you’re waiting for a proper map from ‘He Who Shall Not Be Kissed’, I collated all the readings from my travels into something resembling a map.” Maddy looks over Xeenia. “Do you have somewhere to stick it?”
Xeenia is a good listener. Not interrupting, nor complaining. But she’s not great at answering, it seems. If she knows what Maddy means, it remains ambiguous, the question met with a slow cant of her head. Cannibal? The answer to that is a slow, equally ambiguous smile. Leaving an already tilted mind to interpret the response as it will. When the data stick is produced, Xee’s lips purse and her neck straightens. She eyes it and says, “I have no technology.” Which she doesn’t seem to. No armor, no weapons, not devices visible. There might be some in the bag she has, but no obvious notes.
“Oh. No tech? Umm…well…that’s not going to help much, is it?” Maddy is severely disappointed…for about three seconds. “Oh well, I’ll toss it then.” Which she does, back into the pile of detritus she got it from. “So you need, like, one on paper? Or vellum? Or a tattoo? Would be hard to see all the places if it was a tattoo. Unless you’re really flexible. And, of course, people will get upset if their town is tattooed in a nasty place.”
“Better it be durable and resist elements,” Xeenia answers. “Technology is fragile. Power is finite. Simple is better.” She glances down, tapping her toe on the mech. “I have yet to see this technology is being useful to me. But one day, perhaps.” Her eyes lift to Maddy. “I do not mark myself. Yet. There has been no reason.”
“Hey, don’t go putting down my Tits” Maddy frowns as she pats her mech. “They get me out of all kinds of scrapes. Maybe I shouldn’t have been in the scrape to begin with but, hey, what are you going to do? We all want fun. Right?” She thinks a moment, brow furrowing. “Oh! Does that mean people are praising me when they say I’m simple? That soooo makes sense. I mean, I am perfect and everything. I wonder if I have a printer in here. Is that what you want? A map on something you can hold in your hand? Obviously not on a rabbit, but something else you can hold in your hand.”
Xeenia simply stares at Maddy as she speaks. And for a short while after. Her brow softly furrowed. “Yes,” she decides. Leaving the precise target of that word to interpretation. “Rabbits are for eating. Any map should be durable. How it is made other than that, it matters little to me. I travel through any weather. Fragile things don’t last for so long through that.”
“That’s why you need one of these” Maddy grins, gesturing to her Titan. “Keeps me out of the rain. So I can have a map on fairy dust and it will be fine. Unless I breathe in or something. I’ll see what I can do to get you a physical map of some kind then. Oh, have you seen any more demons since we last talked?”
“Far to the north, but that was for other matters. But it might be coming here. Or already here. We shall see,” Xeenia answers simply. “As to the rain, I do not mind it.” She huffs and turns, facing towards the rear of the mech. “Is there anything else you wish? I have others to observe. If they have not yet left.”
“Observe? Oh, you’re like a ‘Peeping Eeee’? Be careful, some people don’t like being watched. I don’t mind. I mean, why wouldn’t you want to watch me? You’re only human. Or not.” Maddy shrugs before offering a fingerwave to the vagabond. “Have fun and I’ll come back with a map. Even if I have to draw it myself. And I’ll keep an eye out for the northern demons. You have now, y’hear?”
“I do not worry for what others think. They can do little to me,” Xee states simply. “I will find you, eventually.” With that she hops down off the back of the mech. She goes out of sight behind it, but before any audible sound of her landing, she seems to simply vanish. Like a dirty, dirty ninja.