Hawlin

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I'll have something up later.

EDIT: I figure I may as well stir up trouble; the outcast(Keepa) being hesitant to accept an out-of-tribe(looking for better name) hybrid. Especially one who...
-Hadn't introduced themselves.
-Approached obvious targets of the kill squads who attacked the station minutes after showing up.
-Doesn't speak Elvarian.
-Is now accompanying said targets to the surface after warning about kill squads, potentially being a sympathetic tell to give them an advantage over a potential ambush.

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Swarley said
Apologies to everyone but I think I'm going to have to drop out of the RP, I've been going through a lot of personal and identity problems and I can't really give my full attention to the RP right now. I'm really sorry if I let anyone down but I just can't really do this right now.

Well, I hope things turn out alright. :x

EDIT: Keepa's explanation includes names of the party, besides Skylar who Keepa regards as the true leader of the party. However, their hesitance leaves them slightly detached in how to regard her in elvarian social standards. In this sense, Keepa feels confused and highly inferior to Skylar, since an Achashverosh would aparently easily bend their knee to a blind Aplesshar.
This in mind, mentioning her name is...taboo. Keepa won't say Skylar's name unless someone else had, already...much less look at or address her at any degree of ease.

EDIT2: Edited my post with that consideration.

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Keepa jumped to attention as Xurga spoke. It was a pretty good idea, he could already see a few people who they had drawn the attention of, not to mention the announcement which had come on a few minutes ago. Certainly, they were running out of time, and Xurga didn't seem all to comfortable being around the humans. "<With certainty>" Keepa firmly replied, glancing to the scientist as he spoke in French and pausing for a moment before Skylar took his hand.
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"<Yes, yes. This way, if you will>" I reply, pleasantly surprised by the bridge in the language gap. "<Yes,I...ehrm...you would not mind if I were to take someone with us...do...you?>" I inquire in response to Skylar, hesitantly and eager to distract myself from her as we followed the others by my reluctant lead at a hastened pace to match theirs, genuinely curious about her opinion before...Edgar? Caught up. I hoped she would forgive my forwardness, since she was just in being our only exception. "<I am unsure how much you can understand, but I thank you for trying.>" beginning with a gesture to my comrades, namely Xurga, first before continuing, "<That is Xurga. He is the equivalent of a hero and it was rude not to address him first>". There was no way he could have known, but he wanted to learn about out culture...It was a good place to start. The words of Achashverosh and names peaking through the Frynch, but I hoped the others didn't notice. "<The other one is Ashiek...he may slit your throat in your sleep if you make a mistake like that, again>" I say with laugh; as far as introductions went, it was about as good as he was probably going to get from me and I found it humorous, on a level, that he was so eager to join us. I prided myself on my truths and I suppose being a hybrid like our new friend, whom I knew little to nothing about, designated me as being most of the group to him. I was glad he spoke Frynch, since the crash-course on explaining the cultural gap would be embarrassing to word out into English.
As our new friend went on about something pertaining to 'Kill squads', I couldn't help but grow slightly skeptical. I expected Skylar to translate for me, but the fox didn't know or didn't care to speak Elvarian. He was an outsider; Humans couldn't be trusted by default, but a hybrid outsider had the potential to be much worse if we let our guard down.
Call me paranoid.
My mother was part of the tribe and I never knew my father. I was never told of him in depth and I could only assume the worst from him...I was very confused back in those days.

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Sorry for small posts.
>_<

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It occurred to me that inviting an Apelesshar into the group without announcing my reasoning wouldn't be welcomed. Even Ashiek broke from his usual self to point this out. I was about to reply, since I felt an odd need to, before Xurga gave me some desperately needed reassurance. The safety of the tribe came first, but staying to ourselves would never last forever; having another mind may even serve as a respite from Ashiek's unrelentingly odd impertinence...as I doubted the human even knew who I was...

OH!
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"Good, goods!" Keepa chirped after Edgar cut off, assuming that was the end of his sentence before the event broke out. Turning, he realized the others were already on it...and that the curved shortsword (pic in cs) from his hip had already been drawn, the polished bone blade glinting in the dull light. He had been about to jump before seeing the situation conclude with the human fleeing at the mere sight of Xurga.

Keepa sighed, almost slightly disappointed in tone as he sheathed the sword. "I am Keepa" he spoke, still watching the scene while stuffing his book back into the messenger bag; the words 'Lvre de Sorts' on the cover turned towards Edward for barely a second before he continued. "We no...ehrm...human, like...they do not" Keepa tried to explain, stumbling over their words, flustered and distracted. The next person, an Anthro like the rest, took Keepa by casual surprise from their suggestion. Keepa seemed to grasp enough of what was said to agree with a nod, readjusting their hood as an ear flicked back into position with a light jingle from a charm that hung from a piercing.

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Sounds good, just curious if I should post or wait for the others.

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I can have something up in a bit.
Aaaaalso, Keepa doesn't wear what he has in the pic. Its more of a leather suit, a fur-lined hooded leather short coat, a plaid black and white scarf, and knee-high boots with a very slight heel (for that extra inch)
There are other various adornments, but I don't have the time to go through them right now.

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Keepa rolled his eyes at Ashiek's reaction, convinced they couldn't win. He resolved himself to pulling out his notebook and continuing his journal. It was supposed that the contents were ideas, deviations of science to cause or augment his alleged arsenal. He merely tapped at the half-finished page with his pen as he turned away to make it clear he was done being toyed with. Those who've read it in the tribe were usually unable to read even a single word, earning him much distrust with the superstition of 'Keepa's Spellbook' arising from the French text.

"<Keep it up and I may bite you...>" he grumbled, barely loud enough for any of them to hear.

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<Translated from French>
<Translated from Elvarian>

"<Teargas...acid...wouldn't that just be mustard gas? Maybe it would be easier that way...a bit hard to control, though. Where would I get Cholride based halogen, anyway? I don't have a proper lab and would just end up burning myself, anyway...maybe in a liquid to start...hmm~>" I muse to myself as I section off the page, hypothesizing the contents of old neon bulbs to maybe contain something useful if I could reliably harvest the gas and distil negative Chloride...assuming any bulbs were still intact on the surface, it would be quite the unassuming find.
Before long, I had the start of a shopping list of what otherwise looked like junk if not for the annotations. They were mostly leads based on a hunch, but most of it could at least be supplemented into my previous creations. While I was lost in my thought, I had almost bumped into a man who had approached the group. Without a clue of what he was saying beside bits and pieces, I was able to glean that he wanted to join us to the surface and that he knew science. He looked a bit old, in my opinion, but I suppose one foolish Apelesshar dying on the surface would be one less of us. "<Can we keep it?>" I joked to the others, shutting and stuffing my notebook back into my bag before continuing, "<I think it talks funny, and it actually has hair!>" I tease with a small laugh before remembering that he probably couldn't understand me.
"Oh, ehm... Bonjour! We are going, the surface" I manage, hoping my English held up well enough to at least be friendly. "You provide self for self?" I add, certain I messed a bit up when I had intended on asking if he was able to provide for himself. I never really got a chance to see one up close, especially one with facial hair like this one. Interesting is a word, I suppose.

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I was going to wait until after the new guy before making a post.

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That person said they should have a cs up sometime today.
:x