Harold quickly took stock of the situation. And it didn't look that bad- No, it was horrible! (No thoughts like that!) Harold also noted to his complete pleasure, no, dis at that, that Thisa had ripped off her skirt and her jacket. If she remembered this, she would probably be highly displeased....although Harold wasn't. No, he totally was. He's just messing around. Yup, completely. Messing. Around.
Anyways, Thisa seemed to be having a major breakdown right now. And with the ways things were looking around the cafeterria, he might just end up being the only one able, and apperently willing, to calm her down. I mean, she summoned a **Knight** out of nowhere on a whim! Who would want to possibly envoke her malice? Harold was by no means a masochist, but he damn well didn't believe he'd let his best friend just have a meltdown and a murder spree because of some imbiceile kid and a bunch of self-absorbed teenagers, not after that humiliation. So Harold took a step forward, towards Thisa.
"Thisa! What are you planning on *doing* with that....glorious machine?" Harold was obviously more than slightly shaken up by Thisa's newly revealed ability to build....a Machine....from NOTHING!....Wait. She used his laptop. Harold's eye twitched. It twitched again....
"OUI! YOU BASTARD! WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO MY COMPUTER!?!?!" Harold suddenly blew up after realizing what happened to his laptop, unleasing a rage induced shout at the top of his nerdy lungs.
The Knight didn't move, but it did speak not like a normal instead its voice resonated within Harold's mind and only his mind, *"I did nothing with your device, the Maker saw it fit for construction."*
Harold took a moment to process the machine's words. His rage induced state was....not really in the mood for logical or deductive reasoning of any kind. "SO WHAT!?!? WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST TAKE MY FUCKIN' LAPTOP THEN!?!?! DOES IT LOOK LIKE YOUR MAKER? CAUSE I DON'T THINK IT DOES!" Harold....was in a problematic state himself. Not that anyone in the area would probably be able to understand just *why* he was so upset with the Knight itself for taking his laptop. But, that didn't change the fact that he was not in a good state of mind to be around either. A few of the older students started wondering if they would have not one, but *two* new students showing off their abilities in broad daylight.
*"I did nothing with your 'laptop' nor does it look like the Maker"* The Knight started holding a full on one line conversation with Harold it seemed.
Harold tried taking a deep breath to calm down a little. He knew, in that little part of his mind that was allowing him to keep his vision from fading to black, that was also still capable of thinking. Not that he was doing really well with utalizing that part mind you, but he was trying. It wasn't as bad as his Desktop. When that thing went down....well, Harold may, or may not, have become an arsonist for the day....maybe. Calming himself to actually think clearly, even though his sight wasn't really, Harold started to notice the fact that Thisa had *summoned* a *Machine Knight* just out of the blue. He had never encountered such a feat before in his admittedly short lifespan. Then he realized something else. He was talking. To a Machine. And it was TALKING BACK.
Harold was starting to wonder if he had lost his sanity instead of his emotional control at the moment. "You're....talking to me....what the hell? How!?!?!" Harold was now going through a complete emotional breakdown as far as he was concerned. He felt like he'd be going through a multitude more of emotions before they'd get out of this damned situation.
*"Yes I am talking to you, as a human you should not be able to hear me, however you do. I do not have a reason."* The Knight replied equally cool as ever.
"Do you....know anything about this school? Or about your ahm...."Maker"?" Harold was desperate at this point. He knew that the sooner he could figure out *how* he was managing to talk to this Machine, the sooner he could get out of this situation....and promptly break something.
*"No I do not. As for the Maker my only objective is to serve."* (Well, that's a pretty depressing existence).
"Why do you serve her then? Because she made you, or because she has a logical choice of action that you agree with?" (....or something? It's a Machine Harold. Work with it! I Don't....I wanna hit these *idiots* who're just standing there looking just as stupid as they probably work....maybe I should focus on the Knight?....yeah, let's just....do that.....). Harold's mind was racing right now, and he seemed to be putting a strain on his own mind with this conversation.
*"There is no reason, it is part of my existance to serve."* Harold was a little, no, more than a little displeased at that answer. A Machine who's sole purpose is to serve? Really?
(....well fuck my life.) "....to serve..." Harold was muttering to himself. He was trying his damnedest to come up with a way to keep the knight that was starting to look more and more....lethal with each passing moment....from choosing him to be it's first target. "....What are you to do in your....servitude?" The longer he took the worse this situation got.
"Protection, I was summoned for protection in the Maker's need."*
"Protection from what?" Harold spoke up again.
*"From harm."* This appeared to be the sole reason behind the whole serving bit that the Machine had going for it. Not a very complicated one, but....
"That's impossible though. You, nor anyone else are capable of protecting your Maker, nor any human, from harm completely. Your existence then is worthless. What do you have to counter that Mr. Knight?"
*"It is logical to say so, however only right now is protection it my objective, as long as the Maker is protected now I am fullfiling my objective. It is ONLY to protect the Maker."*
"What harm are you protection your Maker *from*?" Harold started into another part of the questioning session.
*"Physical harm."
"What would, or is, physically harming her then?"
*"Any action that causes pain from physical contact to the Maker and only the Maker."* The Knight answered.
"What is it that would be trying to cause said harm to your Maker, thus requiring your existence to protect her?"
*'Any human, or other living creature."
"And if they were to leave?"
"It would mean nothing until the Maker wills my objective completed."*
(....again, fuck my life.) "Ahm....Fine then. Stay with your Maker and protect her....I will....try to get the rest of the humans and animals in the immediate area to leave, thus granting a greater level of protection for you Maker. Would that be alright with yourself and your Maker?"
*"I know your intent, I will say that will do nothing unless the Maker wills so."*
"Ahm....well, I suppose working would be in my best intentions then, would it not?" Harold asked rhetorically. He then turned to the crowd that was still in the cafeterria and shouted out: "IF YOU DO NOT WISH PHYSICAL HARM OR DEATH UPON YOURSELF, LEAVE. NOW!"
*"No"* This was the simplest answer that Harold had been given yet.
Harold quickly spun on his heel and faced the Knight once more. "What do you mean, No?"
*"No as in logically I do not see how this would have the Maker will my objective complete."*
"It will remove any physical harm that is likely to be done to her beyond myself, and you. And I damn well do not plan on harming Thisa right now. I don't even understand how she managed to build you yet!....or have my laptop back for that matter...." Harold muttered the last part, hoping nobody heard him, but otherwise was trying to keep up with this completely logically thinking Machine.
*"It does not matter what conditions are met, it is my purpose for exisiting however in the end the Maker's will is above all."* This Knight was obviously a downer on life. Not that Harold really complained, but this conversation had really started to make his head hurt.
"....Alright, alright." Harold sighed once more, racking his already strained brain for an idea. "What is it that has caused Thisa to become enraged exactly?"
*"Mutliple factors, lack of respect, lack of empathy, lack of support."*
(....oh....fuck....my bad Thisa....) "-ahm-....Is it possible for me to "solve" these factors and calm her down?"
*"Yes."*
"Do you know how?" Harold didn't have time for the nonsense that this machine was pulling on him.
*"Yes."*
"Could you perhaps, Explain how to me?" This was frusterating on so many levels right now.
*"In what way?"*
"What is an efficient way in which I can calm down your Maker and keep this crowd from being harmed?"
*"Human comfort."*
"How can I specifically comfort her so as to calm her down?"
"Physical contact, or words."*
"Which would work better for Thisa in this situation?"
*"I have no emotions and cannot say."*
(This is such bullshit.) "....May I go comfort her then, Mr. Knight?" Harold was at witts end. He was beyond thinking of anything else to as the knight as of now.
*"Yes, provided you bring no harm. Also because of who you are."*
"Who I am? What does that have to do with calming Thisa down?"
*...Only the Maker knows, I do not. Go now, you have premission."* The Knight gave its final answer.
"...Alright then." After bringing the (more than)20 questions to an end, Harold slowly walked over to Thisa now, hoping to God that he didn't do or say anything to provoke Thisa or the Knight into killing him.
"Thisa. Thisa, would you be able to spare a minute of time to hold a conversation with me, perhaps?" Harold really, really wanted her answer to be a firm, solid, and possibly angery-sounding 'YES'. Mostly because he didn't want to die, but also because he wanted to talk to his best friend. And he'd be damned long before he gave up on her just because she made a Knight. That's actually a rather enticing thing, at least in Harold's mind.