[center][color=bc8dbf][h1]Ramattra[/h1][/color]
Level 7 - EXP 3/70
Words: 1291 // +3 EXP
Outskirts of Snowdin - The Frozen Highlands
Mentions: Blazermate [@Archmage MC][/center]
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Ramattra was no Omnic who was afraid of the cold and the harsh winter of the humble area he had been wading through for hours. After all, a lifetime of training under the Omnic Monastery had gotten his circuits accustomed to freezing temperatures. Spending your entire consciousness atop a freezing mountain would do that to anyone. His artificial breath, the heat from his wires and electronic core, permeated the steam as the shuffling sound of snow and slush mushed and mashed underneath his robotic footprints. How long had he been travelling for now? While Omnics were entirely self-sustaining machines, he began to feel tired from the long distances he had been traveling, and there hadn’t been a single soul for miles and miles. He needed a break, after all, as a roaming monk, he didn’t know when his next one would be. 


This was no longer the Omnic discontent with human existence; in fact, he seemed to encompass more of his previous ideology than anything else. It appeared in his gleaming form that he served more purpose as a monk than as a liberator of Omnics. Ramattra was, of course, entirely unaware of this change to his core values, his memory a muddled mess of stitched-together experiences shaping this fragment of the omnic he used to be. He looked backwards from his path, examining the direction he had just come from. A flurry of snow brightened the deep-colored cloudy landscape, giving him some visibility across the harshness he had faced the days prior. If it weren’t for the fact that he was gleaming, the crushing realization that he had been traveling endlessly in a straight line through snow would have hit him harder than any OR14 unit could punch him. 

The Omnic was clad in a [url=https://i.imgur.com/7QSNtEq.jpeg]Traditional Omnic Monk Robe[/url], which, while for him only served cosmetic purposes, definitely appeared more on the comfortable and warmer side for any fleshier individuals. This robe was gifted to him by the Omnic Monk Mondatta, who was the leader of the Shambali, the order of Omnic Monks that Ramattra studied under. It symbolizes his attachment to the order and serves as a reminder of his indoctrination in this unusual world.

Although his travels seemed long and drawn out, they were not without an end objective. Ramattra had heard word of a Monastery near these parts, though had only been given guidance through word of mouth and basic directions to landmarks nearby. He had been unsure of where else to go. With no other current motives, it only seemed natural to try returning to a lifestyle he felt was natural, and maybe in some way, that would return him to the path he had walked before losing his memories and becoming a shell of the Omnic he used to be. With nowhere else to go other than forward, Ramattra returned his gaze to the path ahead, hoping to see some sign of civilization soon. 

After what seemed like an even longer travel distance, and passing by what appeared to be a [url=https://i.imgur.com/b8xgmjI.jpeg]crumpled wordsearch for children[/url], it seems Ramattra’s silent prayers were swiftly answered, because the minute doubt lifted into his head, he found a small area of residence in the near distance, a sort of Christmas town by the appearance of green and red lights among assorted colors. The Omnic sighed in relief. Rest was soon to come his way just as he had wished, and maybe he could find some directions towards the nearby Monastery, or perhaps find some other call to action until he sorted himself out. With some newfound motivation, he held his head high, now having something to look forward to.

Ramattra’s main concern was not with finding food like any living person would, but rather to find quick and suitable lodging to rest from his long journey. There was a silent doubt in his mind that this town seemed too small to consider lodging, however, the looming manor in the distance certainly served to prove that maybe this town had been some point of interest other than just a small landmark. What kind of nobility would require such a grand building, and why did it appear so unkempt? His gaze turned to the sky as a large carrier of some kind approached from the opposite direction.

The Omnic had arrived in town conveniently at the same time as a large vehicle had released a small group of about a dozen passengers varying in size and shape, some human, some not. Unlike the group that arrived, Ramattra did not have the honor of knowing the town’s name, courtesy of the town sign being only on the western side. It occurred to Ramattra that he could gather information from this crew and figure out the layout of the area around him. After closing in on the small village, Ramattra sighed in disappointment, as it quickly came to his realization that this was some sort of recon team- looking for something rather than knowing where to find it. They asked around and collected resources, the same as he would be doing very shortly. Lodging seemed more important than interacting with this group at this realization, then, when he stood still to examine the group from a safer distance, something caught his attention: [color=0072bc]a figure, robotic in appearance.[/color] Was this… Another Omnic? In this part of the world? Or was it simply a human servant, the same as many non-Omnics found themselves to be?

With calm haste, Ramattra approached Blazermate along with her two other companions. [color=bc8dbf]“Excuse me for a moment. A word if you may.”[/color] He announced to the group in a stoic and staticky voice, just loud enough for them to hear from his current location. The snow made it hard to see, but as he closed the distance between the two, perhaps too late in the matter, he realized that this was no Omnic model he recognized, and therefore was likely not an Omnic in the first place. It was great that Ramattra was not the type to get embarrassed by an error like this, and he cooly corrected the mistake. [color=bc8dbf]“Er. That would be my error. I had mistaken you for somebody else.”[/color] His voice seemed to radiate heat despite being a machine, as the air around his mouth steamed with each word. Ramattra felt lucky he could lie due to his sentience, though it probably made little difference given the circumstances. 

The Omnic seemed collected despite having approached a stranger and lied through his teeth to them. Maybe he could still make the most out of this situation. It wouldn’t hurt to at the very least figure out what the group was doing in Snowdin. [color=bc8dbf]“You wouldn’t… Happen to know where I am, would you? I’ve been searching for a Monastery for weeks with only failure.”[/color] Ramattra seemed… lost. Not just in the physical sense, but it appeared like his… well… everything was lost, a clear side effect of the gleaming. While sentiments were never something Ramattra particularly cared for, he knew that kindness could get him what he needed. [color=bc8dbf]“My apologies. I haven’t properly introduced myself. I am the monk Ramattra under the Shambali Monastery. While my motives here are my own, it is a… [i]pleasure[/i]... to be in your acquaintance.”[/color] His hesitancy of kindness would be easy to note. Ramattra always seemed to have a sour tone towards those he distrusts. The Omnic would offer a low bow to the group, which almost seemed more automatic rather than out of respect. If there were doubt a robot could be a monk, the gesture certainly put that idea to rest…