Who am I? [Social]

Koth wandered silently through the streets of the Urban City, blank eyes staring straight ahead. The streets were busy with people, but not where Koth walked; a permanent empty circle stood around him as the civilians cleared out of the way of the imposing golem. He should have been worried; the government had taken Venser, his creator, and they were almost certainly looking for him. Right now, however, everything was clouded. Venser had never given him a directive, something to guide him; aside from the tablet on which he wrote his poems, in fact, he had nothing that gave the golem any sense of individuality or sentience. He was just an automaton, making his way through the motions of being a sentient being.

A brief flash of color caught the golem's eye; for the first time in weeks, his facial expression changed as he frowned. A young girl had run past him, her bright blue vest reminding him of Venser's lab coat of the same shade. The flash brought him back to his senses, as sentience flooded back into him. What was he doing? He had to get somewhere, or the ones who took Venser would surely take him as well. He had to get out of the street, if only for a moment. He sped up, his joints creaking; they had been rusting from disuse. He made his way into an alleyway and sat, beginning to consider his next move.

"You seem lost, may I be of assistance?" Aknaid stood tall in his battleware. It protected him from nothing but the criticism of the people. It was always a war on the streets, the mutants versus the world. That's how it always was. "My name is Aknaid. Where I come from, it means 'Dead One'." He let out a soft chuckle from under his helmet.

It was funny, the suit always made people believe he was a human, yet he never covered the claws he had for hands. Funny thought.

"If you are looking for a place to stay, I can offer you something. If you want to fight for a greater cause, then I can offer you a title. If you are looking for a friend, then look no further, for I will be one."

Koth looked up at the strange being that approached him, his face implacable. He looked human enough, but there was a strange feeling the golem got by looking at him that there was more to him than meets the eye. Still, the being had introduced itself, so Koth owed it to him to give a response due to human customs.
There was only one small problem: Despite having been programmed with the language, he was entirely unaccustomed to speaking it. He would have to try, however, so that he didn't come off as rude. After a few stuttering starts, he finally managed to produce a word: "Ven...ser..." After a few more, he pieced together an almost-correct sentence. "Where is...Venser...you...know?"

"Perhaps he is of family, or has contributed to your life? Hm, interesting, I have never heard the name before. But I'm sure I can help you find him." Aknaid knew the city better than any of the other groups in the city. Even though his army was small, he was not the weakness. He figured we would help the man, offering all and any help he could. If this Venser was important to this mysterious man, then he was important to Aknaid.

"What does he look like?" Aknaid asked.

Koth's face contorted as he looked at Arknaid again; he was attempting to smile, but his facial 'muscles' were unused to moving in that way. Instead, he nodded, getting up from his seat as he ruffled through his bag. After a moment, he pulled out a picture frame.

The glass protector was cracked and the edges were slightly singed, but one could make out the image of a man with short brown hair and a brown and blue cloak. "Ven...ser..." Koth repeated, trying to tell his new companion that this man was his creator. "You...find?...Thanks..." After being silent for a moment, he decided to add something on. "Friend..."

"Of course I can help you look for him." Aknaid said.

He was unsure if it were safe or okay to reveal his true form to the man, that is, if he was a man. Humans always feared Aknaid because of his looks. But Aknaid never wanted to harm anyone. All he did was wrap up the dead.

"I'm sure the people over at the Legion of Neutrals will know more than me. This is the few times I left my office..." Aknaid had inherited his 'master', "The Hood"s office. It was nothing more than a stone cavern with a wooden office door. Aknaid loved the place. In that 'office' he could hear nothing of the outside world. All he had, was his thoughts. He snapped back into reality to see the odd man again. Whatever he was, he needed help.

Koth looked at the strange man once again...or was he a man? The voice was certainly masculine, but there was something about him that even the life-inexperienced Koth feel like he wasn't talking to a human. Regardless, the man had said he would help, so he nodded and again contorted his face into his attempt at a smile. "Neutrals?...Take me...there." Any place that had a chance of him finding out where Venser went was a good place, to him at least.

"But it is not that simple, my friend." Aknaid wanted to know who the important looking scientist was. Perhaps he had information as to what Aknaid had become. Perhaps with this... man, Aknaid could find answers.

"Not anyone walks into the Legion. You have to join the ranks. Are you up to it?" asked the creature. Whatever the answer was, Aknaid wasn't sure he could do much else but ask a few friends for favors.

Koth pondered for a moment before looking Aknaid directly in the eyes determinedly. "For...Venser...Anything." Koth knew almost nothing about this Legion of Neutrals, but in order to get to Venser, he was willing to do almost anything. "I...join." He stretched a bit, his joints making creaking and groaning noises as he did so. "Where...is it?"

"Then let us contact my friends."

Aknaid walked past the man deeper into the ally. He was looking for something, someone. Whatever it was, it would have the answers.

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OOC: Dunno if I should end it.. but we can keep going if you wish.