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3 yrs ago
Current Bok Bok I'm An Omen Bok-KAW!
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Birb Scream In Morning As Battery Replacement Alarm Because Birb Not Real.
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Fighting Vagrants Behind Dennys Over Pancake @ 11PM Tonight As Birb.
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6 yrs ago
BE like bird. Wake in morning. SCREAM at sun. SHIT on enemy.
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6 yrs ago
Girl is like bird. DO approach calmly. DO greet kindly. DO offer cornchip.
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An absolute WILDCARD of an RPer
(apparently)
Due to sudden and multiple very lengthy hiatus periods, please assume I don't remember who you are but, I probably think your name is familiar. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
U T R A X is a being that likes to Type Words on the INTERNET.

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Hello!
Welcome to the Guild!
Enjoy your stay!
*Utrax screeching.*
A post! A POST!
Brek




Though he was the first off of the ship, Brek kept himself as far to the back of the group as possible. When they walked, he wanted all of them within his range of sight, so that observations could be properly made. Several were already interacting and a few seemed to be on familiar terms. For the most part, they all seemed too busy, too talkative, and too relaxed. Matter of fact, the ease with which they seemed to communicate, made Brek wonder if they all weren't previously acquainted before now. No, that couldn't be it.

Humans, from what he recalled, were very sociable and always seeking to make alliances. They were violent, greedy, and rather vain but, on the positive end of things, they were loyal and charismatic-- or so the reports he read had told him. Brek rarely interacted with humans. The higher castes were responsible for communicating diplomatically while he was simply a trained figurehead-- a demonstration of the Danakos warrior lineage and it's prowess. While he didn't debate his job, he knew it required he dial back his curiosities, his questions, for the sake of reports.

As a result, Brek continued walking alongside the group in silence. He continued to be unresponsive to any interactions that came his way. Keeping a distance, away from possible friendships or otherwise, was for the best. Needless relationships would distract him from objective reports, after all. If he could make it through this mission, satisfy the Assembly's requirements, then Brek knew he would be able to withdraw without incident, and return home in short time. He loathed to admit it but, he was having a particularly bad longing for Danakos this time.

Why hadn't they given him more time between missions?

An excursion to one of Danakos' moons, Mugrok, had yielded a vast amount of biological samples to study. Brek had received commendations for cracking the moon's surface, fighting off swarms of Danakos System Species# 89-FY, and living to tell the tale. Praises came down from the Assembly for him in such a way that rumors began to circulate that his caste may move forward-- then this mission came out of nowhere...

Brek entered the elevator in silence with the group, rode it in silence, and walked to the GAHL office room just as silently--

Wait, is that what humans called 'wood?'

Though Brek saw Richard, he was entirely not focused on the man. Immediately upon entering the room, Brek walked toward a table and, rather gingerly, grasped the edge of it then squeezed, then ran his hand over the surface. He felt it just fine through his gloves but, the material absolutely fascinated him. Why would anyone kill a plant just to make a table? Had there not been any caves in early human society? Shaking his head, Brek marked the waste of plant life up to simple human weirdness, then looked around the room.

It didn't take Brek long to find the darkest corner of the room-- you know the one, between some furniture and the wall? The one where the light didn't quite hit correctly and the firelight flickered eerily into-- that one-- that's the one he moved into. Brek stood there with the same statuesque posture he had on the ship, the same silence, and the same observational head turning. This time? He didn't even grunt to acknowledge anyone-- Brek was horrendously quiet-- lurking beneath the confines of his helmet and armor with award worthy antisocial ability.
*Gets antsy!*
Welcome to the Guild!
YOU! Are! SAFE! HERE!
I will not harm you.
Welcome to the guild! Enjoy your stay! Also, not a specific place. I've always seen them requested in the Interest check along with the RP idea. Just say you're looking for a Co-Gm or elect one on the fly by discussing things with the supporters.

Episode 2: Mass Rave

As soon as the elevator doors opened, Yeva slammed her hands over her nose, and inwardly screamed. What was that smell? Where was it coming from? Who died last week up here to make it smell this bad? How many? Were it not part of her responsibility to make sure Poole and Gray didn't end up compromised, Yeva would have stayed on that elevator. What sort of horrible place was this? While she had visited Venus before, Yeva never went beyond the main marketplaces. She heard a lot about these layers-- the dirty, empty, sketchy holes that they were-- and didn't see it ever necessary to go to one. Whatever a heyena was, Yeva didn't want to find out but, it seemed, today she didn't have much choice. What a shame that was.

And then came the beggar.

Nervously, still with her hands covering her nose, Yeva moved, to put the wall of man that Poole represented, between her and the apparent danger. Why was this place to empty? A horrendous tickle began to creep it's way into Yeva's nose, then over her shoulders, and then she had a full chill-- wait a second, was she getting sick? With a notable amount of fear, Yeva put her fingers to a small device on her wrist, then began pressing buttons frantically. The small black screen eventually displayed--

  • HR: 118
  • BP: 130/88
  • O2: 97
  • T: 101.0


Grimness set itself over Yeva's expression as she dropped her hands to her side. That ginseng was her last hope for staving off the cold-- for shortening it-- and here she was, feverish already. As another chill caused goosebumps to rise all over her skin, Yeva wished the worst misfortune upon whoever it was that bought all the damn ginseng on the station. She wanted to see them. She wanted to look into their stupid face and smash it in with her bare hands-- make them shit their teeth-- make them bite their tongue off-- rip out their intestines, wrap it around their throat the--

"Wha--" Yeva piped up as, suddenly, she found herself walking. Ah, Gray. He was dragging her along to... oh no. Pulling against Gray's grip a few times, Yeva knew it was a useless action, and he probably didn't even notice her efforts-- ah, yep. He didn't notice at all. As soon as Yeva took one look at the heyena, she began a fit of sneezing. Tears welled up in her eyes as the sneeze counter went over eight-- that must have been a pure Earth-bred animal. There was something about Earth animals, specifically the purebred ones, that made Yeva have a mild allergy attack. How unfortunate. Clearly Gray was trying to, uh, 'Gray Talk' his way into the club, and Yeva knew her sneezing was probably doing nothing to help his cause.

Well. Had Venus not run out of ginseng, they wouldn't even be in this predicament. Yeva wiped her nose and stared at the ground, also coming to the conclusion that, had Venus not run out of ginseng, this allergy attack would not have been exacerbated by her apparent illness. She stared deeply into her palm full of boogers, evaluated them, then clenched her fist tightly. Yeva furiously asked herself, Who did this to me? Because it was now, officially, their fault. Sure, she was going to get sick from coming to Venus anyway and sure, she was already a little bit sick before they landed but, ginseng... GINSENG.

"Sup homie, we in?" Asked Gray.

Yeva bared her teeth then glared at the bouncer before, with a decent amount of concentration, forcing the expression into a grin. Once more, Yeva tested Gray's grip, and once again found it too strong to pull away from. With a deep sigh, she gave herself in to her fate and another fit of sneezing but, this time, she was going to wipe the boogers onto Gray's sleeve-- because that's what he gets. She had told him before not to hang on to her like this, but Gray never generally listened maybe. Or perhaps he had listened and was doing this just to spite her?

Well joke's on you, booger sleeve, Yeva thought with inward maniacal laughter.


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