Hi there! May I have my name changed to "elphrain"? I'd be super appreciated if any of the staff could do it for me.
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Maximiliano
Max followed every bit of Sadie's words with a content nod and smile, though his confusing must have shown to her abrupt noise she ended her conversation with. It was so distracting that it made him completely forget what she said. Something about flowers in packages? Max wouldn't know because the strange cat (?) noise she made kept replaying over and over in his head. To top it all off, the trio's attentions turned their co-worker, Milo, announcing that Owen had just soiled his underpants. Max's eyes grew so big with shock, he was temporarily unable to say anything, even if there was anything to say. Tally must have also felt the same way, because she eventually decided to go back to her desk. Max prided himself in generally being able to take any kind of situation, but that was truly a mood ruiner. He felt so bad for Owen, though—he'd have to have a private chat with him and recommend some good doctors he knew of.
“I apologize as well—but I think I've forgotten to catch up on some work. Let's talk again later?” he waved, smiled, then lost all his gusto as he collapsed into his desk chair.
Jeffrey
It was a no-brainer that Milo's attempts to get Jeffrey to feel to “come out of the closet” were not going to work on Jeffrey—because of course, he wasn't gay! And no, not even Bi or whatever people identified themselves with these days. (Jeffery wouldn't know because he wasn't gay.) But, for some reason unbeknownst to himself, Jeffrey felt a little odd. It was almost like time stopped, in more ways than one. For some reason, his pulse had quickened and his blood must have rushed to his head due to his cheeks and ears feeling abnormally hot. This was bad. What the hell was wrong with him?
Jeffrey found himself thinking; did Milo's face always look like that? The way Milo had looked at him in the eyes, with an expression Jeffrey could know was genuine, like Milo actually cared about him, forgetting of course the circumstances of the conversation, but Jeffrey appreciated it. He really liked it.
The more he gazed at Milo pitifully attempting to comfort him or something, he just desperately felt like getting away—not because he was really offended (like he should have been) but it more like every touch from Milo was suffocating. He was getting this feeling that he couldn't help but want it to last...
It all, thankfully, crashed down abruptly when Lulu succeeded in getting Milo's attention. Jeffrey scoffed at hearing her ask to “leave the nasty man alone” before tuning out of their conversation. Now that Milo's attention was off of him, he could finally cool his head and get his damn self together. He sighed, re-adjusted his fedora, and gazed at his monitor. He wasn't able to invest into his alone time for too long, because soon after spacing out, he noticed that the HR guy was trying to speak to him. Jeffrey just gave him a small acknowledgement before desperately waiting for him to stop staring in his direction. He logged back into his computer to open up a spreadsheet in one window, then a not-so-work savory subreddit in another. Half-naked anime girls of course—what else?
Owen
The moment Owen heard Milo call out such a disastrously embarrassing thing—Owen wanted to crawl in a large hole, specifically one of those underground fallout shelters, and cry for about 4 years. How could Lulu say such a thing to Milo and spread gossip like that? Why did Lulu have such a huge beef with him? It must have been when she threw his magazine in the trash not too long ago, and Owen still couldn't wrap his head around why she would do it. He hated to admit it, but it all must be the fault of dreaded generational age gap.
He was thankful though for the kindness and benefit of doubt coming from none other than Azeti, the amiable HR team member. He believed that Milo was related to him in some way as well, but Owen didn't know for sure. He definitely felt a little better than Azeti was able to de-myth the pants-soiling rumor and send him on his way someplace to change his clothes. He mumbled a weary “thanks” before going off on his way, hoping that when he came back, this little episode would be forgotten by the rest of the crew.
Nathan's eyes were glued to Mizu while he listened to him answer his questions. he had a true form, which explained Mizu's humanoid form. And as far as Mizu knew, he was the only one of his kind...an immortal demon with extraordinary powers. It sounded a bit lonely to him, the more Nathan thought about it. He'd have a write down a full account of everything later, when things winded down. Suddenly they both heard a knock.
Ah, shit. It was none other than commanding officer Jean here to stick his nose in Nathan's business. Nathan let out a sigh as he confirmed the smug face through the answering monitor. “Dr. Mitra, I'm here to check up on this... “survivor” of yours. That's an order.”
The guy had a habit of omitting “sir” and his first name, just to show off his status. Nathan clicked his tongue and quickly turned back to Mizu. “Mizu, don't speak to him, just let me do the talking.” He then cleared his throat and hesitantly opened the door for Jean. The guy strode in passed Nathan and took a glance of the setup. “Hm. This place is a disaster as usual. Can't believe this is what the colony's tax dollars are going towards.” the man shook his head and then noticed Mizu. While he stared him down with a glare, Nathan came in front of Jean's view and waved his arms. “Don't bother interrogating him here, he's still in shock. He's a survivor of the first landing, probably.”
“Possibly from the first landing? Are you screwed up, Doctor Frankenstien? You're telling me you let an unidentified man on my ship?”
“He's completely unarmed and isn't showing any abnormal signs. You can question him when he gets better...but not right now. Even when we're not in the colony, that's the law.” Nathan crossed his arms. “You can take your leave, Sir Jean.”
The man's face twitched and he scoffed. “Well fine. That's not all I came for, however. We don't have enough beds so your little patient will have to either sleep in here or in your room. Lastly, we're reaching the Cloris 59 outpost in three days. You better have something good to show to HQ...” The man smirked and started walking towards the door. “Well, I certainly hope you don't. Worthless 'scholars' like yourself are wastes of time. The colony has better things to do than to be entertaining mad scientists.”
As soon as Nathan heard the door close, he slid to the ground, completely forgetting Mizu was there.
The bastard planned this. He sent that damn rescue team to get him off the planet just so he wouldn't be able to do proper research. And he might have had legal justification for it, too. Nathan had nothing good to show for HQ, and couldn't even think of anything to make up. Maybe the good part of it all was maybe they'd leave Mizu's planet alone, but...maybe they'd send another team just to do another check? Nathan groaned and ran his fingers through his hair.
Ah, shit. It was none other than commanding officer Jean here to stick his nose in Nathan's business. Nathan let out a sigh as he confirmed the smug face through the answering monitor. “Dr. Mitra, I'm here to check up on this... “survivor” of yours. That's an order.”
The guy had a habit of omitting “sir” and his first name, just to show off his status. Nathan clicked his tongue and quickly turned back to Mizu. “Mizu, don't speak to him, just let me do the talking.” He then cleared his throat and hesitantly opened the door for Jean. The guy strode in passed Nathan and took a glance of the setup. “Hm. This place is a disaster as usual. Can't believe this is what the colony's tax dollars are going towards.” the man shook his head and then noticed Mizu. While he stared him down with a glare, Nathan came in front of Jean's view and waved his arms. “Don't bother interrogating him here, he's still in shock. He's a survivor of the first landing, probably.”
“Possibly from the first landing? Are you screwed up, Doctor Frankenstien? You're telling me you let an unidentified man on my ship?”
“He's completely unarmed and isn't showing any abnormal signs. You can question him when he gets better...but not right now. Even when we're not in the colony, that's the law.” Nathan crossed his arms. “You can take your leave, Sir Jean.”
The man's face twitched and he scoffed. “Well fine. That's not all I came for, however. We don't have enough beds so your little patient will have to either sleep in here or in your room. Lastly, we're reaching the Cloris 59 outpost in three days. You better have something good to show to HQ...” The man smirked and started walking towards the door. “Well, I certainly hope you don't. Worthless 'scholars' like yourself are wastes of time. The colony has better things to do than to be entertaining mad scientists.”
As soon as Nathan heard the door close, he slid to the ground, completely forgetting Mizu was there.
The bastard planned this. He sent that damn rescue team to get him off the planet just so he wouldn't be able to do proper research. And he might have had legal justification for it, too. Nathan had nothing good to show for HQ, and couldn't even think of anything to make up. Maybe the good part of it all was maybe they'd leave Mizu's planet alone, but...maybe they'd send another team just to do another check? Nathan groaned and ran his fingers through his hair.
At first Nathan thought he had misheard something when Mizu said “demon”, so he turned around with a weary smile and was going to ask him to repeat his last statement...but found the mans hand had literally turned into water! Nathan let out something of a low scream and clumsily lost his balance, but picked himself back up by grabbing onto the counter behind him. “A d-demon? For real?” When Nathan thought demon, he thought of something supernatural, something with a goat head and a lions body or something...but in reality it was a pretty general term that could have meant different things. Nathan was completely in shock that a creature from another planet was something totally different from what he thought an alien life form would be. He adjusted his glasses and got up closer to Mizu to hear him out.
“No way...a demon?” After Mizu had finished, Nathan was amazed. He took a seat beside Mizu and continued examining him with a smile. “Tell me more about your kind, Mizu...do you know any more of your kind? Is this your true form? Have you ever...left your home?” His questions didn't feel like they had any correlation to each other, but he just asked whatever popped into his mind.
“No way...a demon?” After Mizu had finished, Nathan was amazed. He took a seat beside Mizu and continued examining him with a smile. “Tell me more about your kind, Mizu...do you know any more of your kind? Is this your true form? Have you ever...left your home?” His questions didn't feel like they had any correlation to each other, but he just asked whatever popped into his mind.
After seeing Mizu immediately burst into a coughing fit, Nathan grabbed his shoulders and was prepared to put him back on the gas, but then noticed his breathing ease up. He let out a sigh of relief. Nathan quickly reached over to grab some lightweight slippers and began putting them on Mizu's feet. Instead of a scientist or a doctor, he was feeling like he was some kind of nurse now. “Sorry, If you're feet are still cold, I could give you some socks, maybe pants to wear under your clothes...Just let me know, if you feel uncomfortable.”
Nathan turned away to grab the bottles from the equipment bag, and showed them to Mizu. “Like I promised, I'll answer any questions you have...so I suppose you wanted to know about these bottles. You see, our people no longer live on the planet we come from. Unlike your kind, we can't easily adapt to things and our bodies are fragile, so we always need resources for our ships and for ourselves. We need resources for everything, actually, it's pitiful. We can test different planet's materials to see if they have what we need, but the water I took...” Nathan sighed and started writing labels on the bottles. He then placed them in a refrigerated cabinet along with plenty other samples. “I take them of my own volition. For years I've been looking for other kinds of life, things that used to be on our planet. Little things like fishes or organisms, but I never thought I'd meet a being like you...but I just don't know what you are...”
Nathan had many questions, and he wanted to ask Mizu what exactly was he, but first thing first was any questions he had. He cleared his throat and leaned against one of the counters.
Nathan turned away to grab the bottles from the equipment bag, and showed them to Mizu. “Like I promised, I'll answer any questions you have...so I suppose you wanted to know about these bottles. You see, our people no longer live on the planet we come from. Unlike your kind, we can't easily adapt to things and our bodies are fragile, so we always need resources for our ships and for ourselves. We need resources for everything, actually, it's pitiful. We can test different planet's materials to see if they have what we need, but the water I took...” Nathan sighed and started writing labels on the bottles. He then placed them in a refrigerated cabinet along with plenty other samples. “I take them of my own volition. For years I've been looking for other kinds of life, things that used to be on our planet. Little things like fishes or organisms, but I never thought I'd meet a being like you...but I just don't know what you are...”
Nathan had many questions, and he wanted to ask Mizu what exactly was he, but first thing first was any questions he had. He cleared his throat and leaned against one of the counters.
Nathan smiled. He could tell Mizu was warming up to him, he really, really was going to go back with him! He had so many questions, so much research to do...and well of course, convince headquarters not to touch the planet. The latter wasn't as exciting, but hopefully he would have to explain everything at a later time. For now he could just focus on smuggling Mizu in as a human.
“You'll have to pretend to be very ill...and sluggish—so don't say anything. You'll just have to lean your weight on me.” He carefully attached the mask to cover Mizu's face. He smirked as Mizu took the bottles from the floor. Nathan opened his bag and gently took him from Mizu's hands and into the bag. “Promise. First thing once we get settled, I'll explain it.”
Outside of the cave were only three of the crew members, and upon seeing the strange man leaning on Nathan, they all tensed up in shock, unsure of what to do.
“What are all of you gaping at? I've got a wounded man here from the first landing—it's a miracle he even survived. Hurry up and get us on board!”
The men all chanted “Y-Yes sir!”, while two hesitantly opened the ship gate and another held Nathan's equipment for him. After rushing the “patient” to Nathan's infirmary lab, he ordered the crew members away, snatched his bag, and closed the door. When he was finally at ease, he removed his mask and sighed with relief. Those sure got uncomfortable after awhile. Nathan searched his cupboards for something particular, took out a gas tank to connect it to the mask. His hands roamed a button on the mask, but paused and turned to Mizu.
“Alright...I'm going to take your mask off, but I'm going to check to make sure you can breathe our oxygen. If not, tell me okay?”
He slowly began taking the mask off and could feel himself sweating with anxiety. Boy, he hoped Mizu could adapt to their atmosphere, he didn't know how much of that specific gas they had on hand. Surprisingly though, he didn't look so sluggish or very effected by the atmosphere, so there was a very good possibility he was adaptable.
“You'll have to pretend to be very ill...and sluggish—so don't say anything. You'll just have to lean your weight on me.” He carefully attached the mask to cover Mizu's face. He smirked as Mizu took the bottles from the floor. Nathan opened his bag and gently took him from Mizu's hands and into the bag. “Promise. First thing once we get settled, I'll explain it.”
Outside of the cave were only three of the crew members, and upon seeing the strange man leaning on Nathan, they all tensed up in shock, unsure of what to do.
“What are all of you gaping at? I've got a wounded man here from the first landing—it's a miracle he even survived. Hurry up and get us on board!”
The men all chanted “Y-Yes sir!”, while two hesitantly opened the ship gate and another held Nathan's equipment for him. After rushing the “patient” to Nathan's infirmary lab, he ordered the crew members away, snatched his bag, and closed the door. When he was finally at ease, he removed his mask and sighed with relief. Those sure got uncomfortable after awhile. Nathan searched his cupboards for something particular, took out a gas tank to connect it to the mask. His hands roamed a button on the mask, but paused and turned to Mizu.
“Alright...I'm going to take your mask off, but I'm going to check to make sure you can breathe our oxygen. If not, tell me okay?”
He slowly began taking the mask off and could feel himself sweating with anxiety. Boy, he hoped Mizu could adapt to their atmosphere, he didn't know how much of that specific gas they had on hand. Surprisingly though, he didn't look so sluggish or very effected by the atmosphere, so there was a very good possibility he was adaptable.
Nathan looked up and paused. The being who introduced himself as Mizu seemed like he was really pleading with him, of course Nathan would love to help the first creature he'd ever seen, but he wondered if there was really anything he could do. He began thinking of all the possible excuses to give headquarters, and he was so deep in thought he didn't hear Mizu's question. He was about to ask what he said again, but there was a sudden voice echoing in the cave, and Mizu started to retreat.
“Shit.” Nathan's mouth twisted at the thought of Jean. Cocky bastard, he wasn't even gone for an hour and Jean was already hoping he was dead.
“Don't worry, I'm fine! Stay out of the cave, I can maneuver out of here myself!” Nathan yelled out to the rescue team, hoping to bide the both of them some time for a bit.
It was such terrible timing, and worst of all was the fact that Mizu might run away, he couldn't just pass up a good opportunity like this. He had to think of something quick. As quickly as he could, he rummaged through his bag and found his spare mask and held it. Nathan turned to Mizu and lightly grabbed his arm.
“Mizu, I know how I can help keep your planet safe...and I can answer all of your questions,” Nathan's voice lowered to a whisper. Nathan raised the mask so Mizu could see it, but didn't put it on yet. “On one condition—If you pretend to be one of my kind and stay with me for a bit. I'll bring you back, you have my word.”
“Shit.” Nathan's mouth twisted at the thought of Jean. Cocky bastard, he wasn't even gone for an hour and Jean was already hoping he was dead.
“Don't worry, I'm fine! Stay out of the cave, I can maneuver out of here myself!” Nathan yelled out to the rescue team, hoping to bide the both of them some time for a bit.
It was such terrible timing, and worst of all was the fact that Mizu might run away, he couldn't just pass up a good opportunity like this. He had to think of something quick. As quickly as he could, he rummaged through his bag and found his spare mask and held it. Nathan turned to Mizu and lightly grabbed his arm.
“Mizu, I know how I can help keep your planet safe...and I can answer all of your questions,” Nathan's voice lowered to a whisper. Nathan raised the mask so Mizu could see it, but didn't put it on yet. “On one condition—If you pretend to be one of my kind and stay with me for a bit. I'll bring you back, you have my word.”
When the being seemed to trust him a bit more and sit down, Nathan didn't want to completely show it, but he was really excited. Finally, after five years, he finally found something—a being that wasn't a mere microorganism or an occasional strange crab...it was an intelligent being who he could interact with!
Nathan hastily took a seat a good bit away from him, but couldn't help but move closer. “Ah, my name is Nathan. Do you call yourself something?” Nathan began shining the flashlight over the man's (well he looked like a man, sort of) arms and torso, just to get a closer look at everything. It was so strange how similar he looked to a human, but he didn't want to bombard the being with too many questions...yet.
Nathan hastily took a seat a good bit away from him, but couldn't help but move closer. “Ah, my name is Nathan. Do you call yourself something?” Nathan began shining the flashlight over the man's (well he looked like a man, sort of) arms and torso, just to get a closer look at everything. It was so strange how similar he looked to a human, but he didn't want to bombard the being with too many questions...yet.
As the silhouette came more into the light, Nathan could see that his enemy looked like a human, not too old in age either. The man showed him an interesting neck scar that looked like it must have hurt, or better yet, how did the guy survive that? It was then he noticed the man mentioned “creatures” and “your kind”—the guy wasn't human? The more Nathan stood baffled and stared, he noticed the man's eyes shifted to an inhuman color, and he was just a bit more convinced. He was amazed and glad that the being could understand him, it was so much to take in, if this creature was really inhuman.
“My apologizes, I was just here to take samples of the water—I wasn't going to stay here long.” Nathan cleared his throat. More questions began to rise in him, wondering exactly how often this planet had been visited and what exactly travelers did here. The colony gave him missions with very little information, and God knows what they'd do to this planet if Nathan did manage to find some kind of resource. Hoping he wouldn't anger the being further, he carefully placed his knife on the ground and briefly flashed the light on it. With his foot, he slowly slid it out of arms reach.
“Like I said...I'm not going to hurt you. I'm more of a doctor type of guy, actually.” He chuckled just lightly, then continued to study the man, but kept the same distance. “You're not...of my species?”
“My apologizes, I was just here to take samples of the water—I wasn't going to stay here long.” Nathan cleared his throat. More questions began to rise in him, wondering exactly how often this planet had been visited and what exactly travelers did here. The colony gave him missions with very little information, and God knows what they'd do to this planet if Nathan did manage to find some kind of resource. Hoping he wouldn't anger the being further, he carefully placed his knife on the ground and briefly flashed the light on it. With his foot, he slowly slid it out of arms reach.
“Like I said...I'm not going to hurt you. I'm more of a doctor type of guy, actually.” He chuckled just lightly, then continued to study the man, but kept the same distance. “You're not...of my species?”
While feeling a sudden violent pull on from behind his neck, Nathan jolted. Though he lost the equipment he'd held, hopefully not in the water, Nathan struggled to first release himself from the foreign grip. It was strange, his radar didn't detect anything moving about...could it be a person? Or maybe a creature? The thought of finding some kind of alien life form gave him more of a fighting spirit. He had to see what it was!
Nathan had finally wrangled enough to get himself free of the grip, though he felt exhausted and needed to catch his breath. Even though he had been trained in basic fighting skills, he probably should have paid more attention in class. He frantically patted the ground in search for his flashlight, but found his pocket knife instead. He kept the knife in one hand, backed away and continued to search for his flashlight. Just when he thought he lost it in the water, his hand bumped into it. It was now or never, Nathan couldn't be killed by this creature. He stood up with his knife in one and hand and held the flashlight in the other, in a quick moment he fumbled to turn it on—but then he studied the silhouette. It seemed almost...humanoid. Nathan faltered. Even if they were human, there could still be a chance they could be one of those criminals left to die on random planets...so he still kept his distance.
“Hey, listen, I mean you no harm...” He wanted to see if reason could work, and if things didn't go as planned...well there was a second option, and he didn't want to die.
Nathan had finally wrangled enough to get himself free of the grip, though he felt exhausted and needed to catch his breath. Even though he had been trained in basic fighting skills, he probably should have paid more attention in class. He frantically patted the ground in search for his flashlight, but found his pocket knife instead. He kept the knife in one hand, backed away and continued to search for his flashlight. Just when he thought he lost it in the water, his hand bumped into it. It was now or never, Nathan couldn't be killed by this creature. He stood up with his knife in one and hand and held the flashlight in the other, in a quick moment he fumbled to turn it on—but then he studied the silhouette. It seemed almost...humanoid. Nathan faltered. Even if they were human, there could still be a chance they could be one of those criminals left to die on random planets...so he still kept his distance.
“Hey, listen, I mean you no harm...” He wanted to see if reason could work, and if things didn't go as planned...well there was a second option, and he didn't want to die.
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