Domo Arigatou Mr Roboto [Axel]

Well now, isn’t that interesting~?

“Thanks~” Polite enough at least to offer a word of appreciation as her drink was handed to her in a nice and speedy fashion, though she had been tempted to pull her phone out and continue her ‘admin’ while she waited for her coffee to be made the girl found herself surprised by the efficiency that the staff showed, pleasantly so in fact. It always nice to see when a job was done well, with a small smile the girl took a step or two away from the counter to the spot that was filled with sachets to sweeten her caffeine infused offering, and took a few of them in order to make her drink that bit more palatable. Coffee OK in her mind but that bitterness something that needed ‘tempering’ from time to time, while Alexa could neck it straight she preferred a little sugar and cream to make it feel more like a treat, and it is this habit that afforded her the time to observe something that she found rather interesting.

Can’t drink~? The sort of girl who tended to do things like she was now on a kind of ‘autopilot’ as she let her mind mull over more important matters, had a perfectly ordinary coffee house conversation occurred next to her then Miss Andrews likely wouldn’t have really registered it, but for one reason or another one line of the discourse by the figure that followed her caught her ear and was enough to turn her head as well, and that was something she would be glad for.

Now then, that’s quite an interesting sight, isn’t it? Looking up at the odd line that she heard perhaps because of the hint of a tinny tone in which it was delivered, while the raven haired researcher wasn’t sure exactly what she expected to see when she did so the Alexa was certainly astounded by what she saw, and slightly excited by it as well. The interest of the icy eyed young woman suddenly skyrocketing when she looked up in a casual fashion and saw what looked like an old fashioned television screen mounted on a person’s shoulders, our lady lead couldn’t help but stare with a sense of unabashed curiosity as she tried to decide whether what she was looking at was a costume or something more genuine, and as strange as it was to admit she hoped it was the latter.

“That’s… Sorry to bother you, but is that real?” Certainly eager to find out the truth in the matter and also the kind of woman who didn’t tend to stand on ceremony when she wanted something either, even though most might have found rather an intimidating degree of rudeness in the notion of confronting a complete stranger on an odd aspect of their appearance, Miss Andrews quickly showed that she was perfectly comfortable with such ill manners as she spoke up to this stranger in the coffee shop.
“Well, not part of a costume, at least?” Not the sort of girl who liked to let such an interesting mystery pass her by without getting involved, the dark dish rather hoped that the answer to her questions would be positive as she took a step closer to this odd looking figure nearby, tucking her hair behind her ear as she did so…

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Well now, isn’t that interesting~?

“What…?” The mind of the young researcher seeming a step behind that of the stranger who caught her eye when he responded to her so readily, perhaps because she didn’t expect a little emoji to pop up on the ‘face’ of the fellow, it took Miss Andrews a moment or two to realize exactly what he meant with his reply. A little bowled over by such a zippy little zinger and also rather impressed by the innuendo inherent it it once she did so, the girl couldn’t help but smirk just a little bit at the attempt at humour she was shown, as well as the bravado that it was demonstrated with.

“Haha, well hopefully they look it, at least~?” That little impression seeming to endear the fellow to her even more than his unusual and intriguing appearance, in what was perhaps quite a contrast to the hint of frostiness that she had shown the clerk behind the desk as she ordered Alexa chuckled for a moment at the joke that this stranger made and tilted her head slightly, before looking down toward the features of her own anatomy and returning a little playfulness of her own. Certainly not dressed in a manner that drew a while lot of attention toward the area to which he seemed to refer but that only seeming to make the joking interest seem that bit more flattering, the raven haired researcher couldn’t help but feel an odd little boost to her ego because of the line, and also a budding sense of fondness toward the odd figure who spoke it.

So it is real…? Saying nothing however as she was given a little demonstration by this cheeky soul as to the validity of his appearance, while it was cute enough of this stranger to rap his head to show how real it is Miss Andrew’s curiosity meant that she couldn’t help but lean in nice and close when he revealed the spindly little neck he possessed, and she even felt just a little tempted to reach out and touch the surface as well. Though this was an impulse she seemed just about able to restrain.
“Fascinating…” Not managing to hide her intrigue all that well, however, as her icy eyes studied the anatomy of the stranger before her, as she did the riveted researcher wore an expression more akin to a merchant calculating the number of coins in a person’s purse, which would probably have unnerved most people.

“You don’t have a moment or two, do you?” Always the type who tended to come on a little strong when she found something that she liked, even though she had no idea who the person she had met was the dark dish couldn’t help but want to ask further questions, and as such decided she might as well chance imposing herself on this odd person a little longer. Instinctively seeming to take a step to the side and then another in order to draw them away from the crowd, she hoped that unusual unknown might indulge her interest, after all, it had been quite a while since Alexa had a chance to examine someone who looked so intriguing…

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Well now, isn’t that interesting~?

“Well that’s something a girl always likes to hear~” Smirking and enjoying the little ego boost she got from the small compliment she was offered about her looks, while Alexa prized having her intellect noted most of all, it was always nice for her to hear something nice said about her appearance. Prideful in her image to a certain extent and also shrewd enough to note the ‘doors’ that might be opened by her pretty face and pleasing form overall, though at times she could be frosty or prickly with the company she was in, praise always put her in a good mood and though it was vain it always did feel nice to know other people found her attractive.

“And for what it’s worth I think you look pretty fucking gorgeous as well~” Certainly feeling her mood lifted by both the intrigue of this new character and the feeling of nice interplay between them, as they slipped into a seat and table scenario together Miss Andrews couldn’t help but betray perhaps a little more of her Aussie roots than she intended as she returned the praise she received in a rather frank fashion that might have surprised some. The kind of girl who liked a little class but also the sort who did not like to be caged by convention, there was something about the cheeky manner of this fellow that helped her relax a little, and as such she felt a bit more at home tossing in a little coarseness as she spoke to convey that feeling of ease toward this stranger.

“Hahahaha, no thanks, my phone is fine…” Waving away the jokey offer that she was given about the device with which she had been toying earlier and smiling as she placed her bag and drink down in front of her, once again the icy gaze of Alexa carried a slightly calculating air as she looked toward the odd figure with whom she had had opted to share a little of her time, silently wondering just how much of him was like what she could see above his shirt and jacket.
“Well, I suppose you can at least take solace in the pretty face of this particular fangirl, huh?” The brows of the blue eyed beauty lifting a little as her new friend seemed to guess the reason for her inquiry quite quickly but ultimately it no surprise that she wasn’t the only soul intrigued by that unique physique, the raven haired researcher saw no reason to quell the light and flirty tone that the pair had started with, and even went so far as to bat her lashes playfully at her would-be subject as they settled into a little one on one time.

“Oh, sounds like we’re both fans of each other then, huh?” Finding herself surprised however when next her pseudonym was brought to the forefront, even though Miss Andrews didn’t make much of a secret of the fact that she moonlighted as crime fighter on occasion, she did find it a little astonishing to find someone that recognised her in an innocuous venue such as this.
“Yeah, some people know me as Minerva, but my name’s Alexa…” The type of girl who tended to maintain something of a low profile as a hero given how she divided her time between that and her time in the lab, unlike the characters that seemed to top the ‘charts’ the dark haired dish was easy to overlook in this fledgling culture of heroism, especially since she had little inclination toward participating in endorsements or fancy functions in this regard.

“And when I’m not fighting crime I work as a quirk researcher?” The passion of the young woman lying in science and intriguing observations of the new phenomenon known as ‘Quirks’, while Alexa didn’t doubt she could readily catch a few eyes and boost a few sales by adorning a billboard and maybe even enjoy doing it, her time was rather precious to her really.
“Hence my interest? Well, part of it at least~” Already a busy woman in her pursuit of knowledge, as much as it might have fed her ego to have a cadre of fans following her around for the most part it felt like she had better things to be doing when she wasn’t risking her life. Like sitting in a coffee house chatting up a guy with a television for a head…

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Well now, isn’t that interesting~?

“Hahahah, 'art', eh~?” Smiling and scoffing just a little bit at the compliment that she was given, though a more down to earth upbringing and desire to not appear too vain seemed to inspire some compulsion to dismiss such a high level of praise, one could readily tell from the way that Alexa’s eyes lit up at the comment that deep down she loved being called that.
“They put a pretty big charm circuit in that TV huh?” The glow in her gaze not the only thing that seemed to hint that she was certainly enjoying the hint of flirtation between the two of them either, without even realizing the girl leaned a few degrees further forward to be closer to the strange looking soul who had caught her eye and lifted her hand into her hair for a moment or two as well, toying lightly with the locks around the nape of her neck for a second as she joked with him in return for that teasing comment.

Not used to hearing people tell him that sort of thing? The attention of the girl also not failing to notice the way that he seemed to also be humbled by the compliment that she had given him as well, given how experienced Miss Andrews was with dealing with those who possessed rather prominent features thanks to their quirk she could readily guess the reason for this, or at least assume the most likely.
“Well it definitely shows, you look like a million dollars, darling~!” Not wanting to let the lad linger on ill feeling that she guessed that he might be reminded of in regard to how other people might have treated him in the past, as the figure in front of her cracked a playful little joke in what the dark dish assumed was an attempt to cover his feeling of vulnerability she leapt on the chance to join in, even adding a bit of a campy tone to her reply to make sure that their conversation stayed light and fun and not the sort of thing that took itself all too seriously.

“Oh that’s the reason, is it? Not to know who to look out for when you’re up to no good?” Licking her lips as the conversation continued and then lifting her coffee up to taste some of the goodness contained within it as well, Alexa did note a tiny feeling of disappointment when the figure opposite her revealed he was not as she had assumed a fan, but that banter loving side of the beauty propelled her to make light of his reasoning. Certainly not meaning to cause offense and guessing that like so many folk with quirks the assumptions were always worse than the facts, some naïve or optimistic side to her presumed he was as law abiding a citizen as any, since she really had no reason to suspect otherwise.

“Well, with intriguing anatomy like that, who said I was only interested in your head, huh?” Perhaps a little surprised when her would-be subject seemed to jump to ‘business’ given how well they seemed to be getting along and then even more shocked when she recognised the fact she had been enjoying their conversation up to this point without it involved, Miss Adams took this in her stride and couldn’t help but let loose another playful little line because of the subtle satisfaction she was getting from her company, and even went as far to bite her lip to emphasize her joke a little more before grinning.
“But the truth is since I research quirks I can’t help but have a certain academic interest in you, I suppose? You wouldn’t mind a work of 'art' like me asking a few questions about, well, you and your quirk, would you?” Ultimately deciding it was perhaps best in both their interest to get down to that brass tax as her companion noted, the icy eyed beauty hummed a little and shook her hair out as she fished out a small notepad from the bag that she carried and a pen as well to write on it, assuming that Axel would indulge her given how amiable he had been so far but at the same time knowing it was better to ask than expect such things…

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Well now, isn’t that interesting~?

‘They’…? The brow of the black haired beauty lifting at the mention of someone spending money of this strange figure, since Alexa guessed that the entirety of his unusual appearance came from some form of advanced mutation she didn’t spare the thought to consider there was more to it than met the eye. At least not yet. Instead simply amused and noting the involvement of other parties as a topic to come back to at some point, she stayed quiet and could only speculate as to who her subject might be referring to with his jest, reading more into it than he perhaps intended her to.

“Oh, with your cheek I don’t doubt you can find a little trouble if you want to~?” The dark dish certainly seeming to sense a notion that Axel was perhaps underselling his expertise in mischief given how sharp his wit had been, Miss Andrews couldn’t help but doubt that someone with such an amusing sense of character would be the sort to lead a dull and uneventful life, and also would have been disappointed if this was the case.
“Gotta get out and have a little excitement now and then, right?” Certainly having her own ‘vices’ even when her status as a Pro Hero probably meant she should be something of a role model, though she was less prone to breaking the law now that she had a license to enable her more pugilistic tendencies that didn’t mean that the girl didn’t fully understand the thrill of breaking a rule or two, and would certainly not begrudge another person who crossed the line now and then in a largely harmless fashion.

“Well, that’s hardly surprising… I would imagine a great number of people would be interested in you, you look rather unique after all?” Raising her brow again when the man opposite her mentioned being used to the questions and queries, Alexa quietly speculated as to whether that had anything to do with the ‘they’ that the object of her interest had mentioned earlier, and felt rather happy to know that this stranger would answer her questions as well.
“So tell me, were you born like this, or did it develop later on?” Smiling as gently as she could as she clicked her pen and flicked her notepad toward a blank page and jotted the name ‘Axel’ upon it as she began to take notes on their little conversation, the blue eyed beauty rested her jaw on her hand as she began the interview between them, relaxing into the process as she evaluated and digested as much as she could from her subject while hoping that their interaction might prove fruitful for both of them in future…

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Well now, isn’t that interesting~?

“Oh, so you’re something of a gear head~?” Tilting her head as Axel mentioned his interest in cars and making just a little note of it in her notepad just in case in became relevant to her studies, for a second she had almost forgotten that she was speaking to someone who looked for all intents and purposes like a robot, but remembered all too quickly.
“Heheheheh, figuratively speaking at least~?” Letting loose a little chuckle as she clarified her question with a small smirk so as not to leave too much confusion in the air as to what she referred, while Miss Andrews was not well known for her interest in all things vehicular it did seem like an intriguing thing to note, really. ‘Grease monkeys’ had seemed to be something of a rarity in her life up to this point.

“Oh really~?” The interest of the raven haired researcher only seeming to escalate when her subject revealed that his unusual appearance was not as natural as Alexa otherwise might have guessed, her pen moved back up to add a little question mark to the note that she had made reading ‘MUTATION’ in the English language that she found more natural to her, before letting her gaze linger on the image that her new friend brought up upon the screen of his phone.
“Looks like puberty hit you quite hard, Axel?” The thin black eyebrows that she possessed lifting up quite a ways as she looked at the image of a boy with distinct red hair, the eager scholar found herself surprised by just how ‘normal’ the lad that sat in front of her looked way back when, and only more intrigued by the circumstances that had led to such a noticeable transition.

So it comes apart, does it? Those high brows remaining in place when she looked back up to find that the screen head before her had seemingly been disassembled to expose the inner workings, part of Miss Andrews wanted to pick up her own phone and take a photograph of this fact for further documentation, but for some reason that seemed a little bit too ‘personal’ for this casual conversation. More the sort of thing that she might do with a subject who had come to her lab for more of an intimate examination, the idea of snapping a pic ‘under the hood’ seemed a little invasive for her tastes, especially when the blue eyed beauty didn’t wish to make people feel like too much of a sideshow freak.

I bet he wishes he had found a nice subtle smart phone or a sleek tablet or something? Certainly curious about quirks but a more sensitive part of her remembering how even her own subtle power had made her something of an outcast, whilst she scrutinized what she was shown with fascination at the same time Alexa held her tongue and curbed her interests just a little bit, perhaps because of her appreciation for how candid he was with her. Generally, it was a lot harder for the young scholar to get people with such noticeable differences to open up, in her experience.

“Oh I see… I think my lab was involved in that sort of thing back when I was an intern?” Quickly jotting a few notes and personal speculations on what she saw along with the name of the quirk that Axel mentioned to her as she peeled her eyes away from that intriguing but intrusive visage, as the mechanized young man mentioned some form of government initiative Miss Andrews couldn’t help but feel a certain sense of familiarity with such a project, at least in a passing fashion.
“Though I’m sure if we’d helped you, I’d remember a pretty face like that?” Such a scheme unfortunately seeming to come and go before she had much of a chance to get involved with it in any high capacity, as she jotted a little line to remind herself to ask her mentor about such a project she looked up and smiled softly at the figure that sat opposite her, hoping she might just convey a little bit of sympathy for the circumstances he had found himself in due to the unfortunate nature of his quirk.

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