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*sigh* Yeah. No point. It was nice talking with you guys for so long, and nice meeting everyone who joined and didn't really get to play (sorry about that; completely our fault). I hope to see you guys still around. ;)
The face of Eldren twisted in surprise at the cleaner's words. A-ate talentium?! That must mean at the estate... Damnit, there really must have been no survivors ther-
Any thought he may have had was interrupted by the subtly sound of a door opening, and the pungent smell that rot carried. The man turned to see what brought the assault to his nostrils on, just as the janitor was informing whoever it was of the Bureau's unfortunate state of being closed. The fellow interloper's appearance, however, seemed to make it less noticeable in the mind of the man. The -- what he figured to be -- elf was... uncomfortably attractive. His face, his walk as he strode over to the janitor, even the sound of his voice were all strangely alluring...
"-I'm Captain Escellar, head of the scouting operation, as well as...latest addition to the Sidosa Board..."
Escellar! The mention of that vile man's name was what broke the hazy look in Riley's eye, and clenched the man's formerly slacked jaw. This was the bastard of that former harpy Milsa! It was likely that mother and son thought alike, but Riley couldn't help but think how fortunate the guy was that he didn't inherit his mother's looks.
The elf continued to talk to the man known as Eldren, oblivious to the peeved stare of the one with whom he was speaking to, before halting himself with a distinct look of someone trying to remember something important, like if they had left the water running before leaving the house that morning. The janitor, apparently worried if the elvish captain was ever going to start back up, made his concern known. Not long after did he resume. “By the Goddess, Eldren, is that you? You damned recluse.” Eldren's face froze. God. Dammit.
The captain prattled on, hardly acknowledging his old friend's pained expression at the mention of Yees, and continuing on to "their assured triumph" over monsters which were both impervious to talentium weapon and magic alike. "I'm sorry," the man known as Eldren said with a friendly yet fake smile, "but neither your face nor name ring a bell; who the hell are you?" He stole his hand from the elf before continuing with a smug tone. "Besides, without taking your own credibility into account, what use is my magic when our main targets are are immune to it, and likely to consume whatever weapon I use against them? I've seen the aftermath of their carnage -- the whole Seyour estate has been left to a sole heir, the black sheep of all people! -- I do not believe there is much I can do, if there is anything, against them."
Any thought he may have had was interrupted by the subtly sound of a door opening, and the pungent smell that rot carried. The man turned to see what brought the assault to his nostrils on, just as the janitor was informing whoever it was of the Bureau's unfortunate state of being closed. The fellow interloper's appearance, however, seemed to make it less noticeable in the mind of the man. The -- what he figured to be -- elf was... uncomfortably attractive. His face, his walk as he strode over to the janitor, even the sound of his voice were all strangely alluring...
"-I'm Captain Escellar, head of the scouting operation, as well as...latest addition to the Sidosa Board..."
Escellar! The mention of that vile man's name was what broke the hazy look in Riley's eye, and clenched the man's formerly slacked jaw. This was the bastard of that former harpy Milsa! It was likely that mother and son thought alike, but Riley couldn't help but think how fortunate the guy was that he didn't inherit his mother's looks.
The elf continued to talk to the man known as Eldren, oblivious to the peeved stare of the one with whom he was speaking to, before halting himself with a distinct look of someone trying to remember something important, like if they had left the water running before leaving the house that morning. The janitor, apparently worried if the elvish captain was ever going to start back up, made his concern known. Not long after did he resume. “By the Goddess, Eldren, is that you? You damned recluse.” Eldren's face froze. God. Dammit.
The captain prattled on, hardly acknowledging his old friend's pained expression at the mention of Yees, and continuing on to "their assured triumph" over monsters which were both impervious to talentium weapon and magic alike. "I'm sorry," the man known as Eldren said with a friendly yet fake smile, "but neither your face nor name ring a bell; who the hell are you?" He stole his hand from the elf before continuing with a smug tone. "Besides, without taking your own credibility into account, what use is my magic when our main targets are are immune to it, and likely to consume whatever weapon I use against them? I've seen the aftermath of their carnage -- the whole Seyour estate has been left to a sole heir, the black sheep of all people! -- I do not believe there is much I can do, if there is anything, against them."
Wow, this is a vicious cycle we have going on here, huh?
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Mosis Tosis said
volt y u brake my hart? :((( </3 </3 D:
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Well maybe we can find out what everybody is waiting for so we can try to jump-start this. I don't want to keep going back-and-forth with Mosis (nothing against you, of course) and have no one else keep posting. :/
Well, you would know what's going on if you were still a part of the chat. :P
Come join Roland and Kosso in the lounge. Watching kung-fu movies with a likable middle man is a great way to resolve those little grudges. :D
Another "shorter" post to keep the Kosso/Roland conversation going without bogging us down with a collab. ;)
It was first just a quick pop over to his room; Roland kept all his movies on his private terminal, so without picking a single one to watch, he was going to be busy downloading every single file on there aimlessly. It was there that his personal V.I. kicked in. Re-purposing the pilot V.I. he had found from his shuttle hijacking on Omega into a personal security measure and search engine was more of a programming feat than he was capable of, so he was just lucky that Tzvi was willing to help after he had sent her that movie. "What's up, sugar?" Of course, the quarian never did remove its speech patterns like he had asked, and had in fact made them all the more embarrassing. "Er, nothing?" It went without saying that the human had a hard time imagining a conversation with a program, but such was life in space it seemed. "All I need is a kung-fu movie. Something older, from the late 1970s preferably." The screen went blank before a rotating half-circle appeared on the screen- "What's those secret words then, sugar?" Roland groaned; he was really beginning to hate his teammate's sense of humor. "If you would please... honey-dumpling." He could hear Tzvi laughing despite her being no where near him. "Got it, sugar. Just give me one more quick sec, okay?"
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A few quick strokes from his fingers to his omni-tool led to the movie being displayed and played on the lounge's big television instantaneously. Roland had settled in on one arm of the couch with a soda and some bag of what he guessed were salty potato chips (it certainly didn't help that Steveo incessant paranoia had him repackaging all food that came on the ship. "Lest the coffee finds its mark," Steveo had said when Roland had asked for an explanation). He would have preferred some buttered popcorn, but for some reason it was exorbitantly pricey anywhere you could buy it except for on Earth.
Roland was only a few scenes in when Kosso's lovely drell face came to bother him. "It was," the medic said, "Granted, this movie is also nearly two centuries..." He looked a the bottle of ale that had been tossed to him -- it didn't have a label, so he was guessing it was the salarian's -- before placing it unopened on the coffee table in front of them. "So, I'm guessing by the way you're sitting, and the beer that's in your hand that you aren't joining the boarding party as well? The Aurelion knock a little too much out of you too?" He was being careful with his questions. He knew Kosso was the last person to want anyone aboard the ship to know anything about his past, but he also knew how to pick up on the little things -- slight shifts in tones, minor fidgeting movements, the little expressions which reveal more of what you're feeling than you would ever let on -- and that had been a problem in their interactions since their last training session. "Ah, don't worry about it," he had said returning his attention to the screen, "You can just help me get some mnemonics down by watching this movie with me... My own sort of training session as it were." He let out a hesitant chuckle.
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A few quick strokes from his fingers to his omni-tool led to the movie being displayed and played on the lounge's big television instantaneously. Roland had settled in on one arm of the couch with a soda and some bag of what he guessed were salty potato chips (it certainly didn't help that Steveo incessant paranoia had him repackaging all food that came on the ship. "Lest the coffee finds its mark," Steveo had said when Roland had asked for an explanation). He would have preferred some buttered popcorn, but for some reason it was exorbitantly pricey anywhere you could buy it except for on Earth.
Roland was only a few scenes in when Kosso's lovely drell face came to bother him. "It was," the medic said, "Granted, this movie is also nearly two centuries..." He looked a the bottle of ale that had been tossed to him -- it didn't have a label, so he was guessing it was the salarian's -- before placing it unopened on the coffee table in front of them. "So, I'm guessing by the way you're sitting, and the beer that's in your hand that you aren't joining the boarding party as well? The Aurelion knock a little too much out of you too?" He was being careful with his questions. He knew Kosso was the last person to want anyone aboard the ship to know anything about his past, but he also knew how to pick up on the little things -- slight shifts in tones, minor fidgeting movements, the little expressions which reveal more of what you're feeling than you would ever let on -- and that had been a problem in their interactions since their last training session. "Ah, don't worry about it," he had said returning his attention to the screen, "You can just help me get some mnemonics down by watching this movie with me... My own sort of training session as it were." He let out a hesitant chuckle.
Mosis Tosis said
Hey Volt, is that post an open invitation? Because I want Kosso and Roland to watch Kung Fu movies and drink beer together.
It can be, but Roland will not be drinking shit with a concussion and dislodged biotic amp.
Fun thing is we can still call this "training" since Roland has boiled down his problem to the mnemonics and plans on copying techniques from the movie to help; an experimental technique for training biotic abilities to be sure, but if anything it's likely to give Roland the confidence to be able to "throw" something. :p
"Well we co-" the man had started in tandem to Fion's question, knowing almost exactly how he was going to proceed with their little investigation. They had naturally been interrupted by someone who had no bearing on him, except that he brought news for the man's companion. It had been through a line of succession that the man had only been faintly aware of that Fion had been given a seat on the Sidosa Board. It had been shocking to learn that the position was going to Fion of all people would get the position out of everyone in his entire family, but it perhaps only confirmed what the Seyour estate had only hinted at: Fion's entire family was dead. A sobering thought, even if neither of them particularly liked any of the household's members.
Fion left the man's presence without so much as a word from the latter party. He was nonplussed, if only slightly annoyed, that Fion had left in such a hurry; the boy's new title helping with his own investigation.
The man started his investigations with the guard captain who had greeted them earlier. The man was reluctant to speak with someone who had been accompanying one of those "damn monsters" and had the guardian of one of their main suspects in incapacitated tow. The only thing he got out of that short trip was that many of the guards were worrying how they were going to defend Cykes if they were attacked again with the lack of talentium around. Curious, the man had thought as he left the main gate.
His next stop was to the Bureau; the place was likely to be in a fervor with the monsters having attacked and vanished without so much as a trace. His pace was that of a hurried walk, enough to get him there in a hurry, and enough to instill a subtle urgency to those who he passed. However, he was stopped, once. It was from idle chatter on the street, idle mention of unusual sightings even during a monster attack. A wyrm with nary a leg or tail, just wings, and a viscous ooze which absorbed all in its path. He had never heard of such beasts occurring naturally before, so what kind of summoning did this? It did bring one thing to the forefront of his mind though; Bakery Town, and the beast which had appeared there. He could feel a shiver, and with it wrapped his burlap cloak further into himself.
Finally at his destination, he stepped through the main doorway only to find the place empty. The registration hall was barren, the teller desks which you would usually approach to accept a job or receive payment were all shuttered, and the only person there was a man who was cleaning the dust that had been accumulating from the lack of activity, despite the fact that much of the rest of the town was in shambles and still recovering. It seemed in the panic this place had been untouched. "Oi," the man had called to the janitor. "You wouldn't happen to know what happened in this town, would you?" The man figured that if he had come all this way, he better just find out what he can.
"First," the janitor had said back to the man, his voice hoarse with age, "what exactly do you already know, sonny?" He had halted his cleaning.
"There's now a lack of talentium and that there was a strange wyvern and ooze attacking with the rest of the summoned hoard... why?"
"Hm, well I guess there would be no logical way for someone who wasn't there to make the connection..." his voice trailed off, and there was a silence as if both wished for the other to speak first. "Those two creatures... devoured what talentium was used against them, and the wielders who used such weapons against them... both blade and magic proved ineffective... they were invincible against any attack we could muster against them."
Fion left the man's presence without so much as a word from the latter party. He was nonplussed, if only slightly annoyed, that Fion had left in such a hurry; the boy's new title helping with his own investigation.
The man started his investigations with the guard captain who had greeted them earlier. The man was reluctant to speak with someone who had been accompanying one of those "damn monsters" and had the guardian of one of their main suspects in incapacitated tow. The only thing he got out of that short trip was that many of the guards were worrying how they were going to defend Cykes if they were attacked again with the lack of talentium around. Curious, the man had thought as he left the main gate.
His next stop was to the Bureau; the place was likely to be in a fervor with the monsters having attacked and vanished without so much as a trace. His pace was that of a hurried walk, enough to get him there in a hurry, and enough to instill a subtle urgency to those who he passed. However, he was stopped, once. It was from idle chatter on the street, idle mention of unusual sightings even during a monster attack. A wyrm with nary a leg or tail, just wings, and a viscous ooze which absorbed all in its path. He had never heard of such beasts occurring naturally before, so what kind of summoning did this? It did bring one thing to the forefront of his mind though; Bakery Town, and the beast which had appeared there. He could feel a shiver, and with it wrapped his burlap cloak further into himself.
Finally at his destination, he stepped through the main doorway only to find the place empty. The registration hall was barren, the teller desks which you would usually approach to accept a job or receive payment were all shuttered, and the only person there was a man who was cleaning the dust that had been accumulating from the lack of activity, despite the fact that much of the rest of the town was in shambles and still recovering. It seemed in the panic this place had been untouched. "Oi," the man had called to the janitor. "You wouldn't happen to know what happened in this town, would you?" The man figured that if he had come all this way, he better just find out what he can.
"First," the janitor had said back to the man, his voice hoarse with age, "what exactly do you already know, sonny?" He had halted his cleaning.
"There's now a lack of talentium and that there was a strange wyvern and ooze attacking with the rest of the summoned hoard... why?"
"Hm, well I guess there would be no logical way for someone who wasn't there to make the connection..." his voice trailed off, and there was a silence as if both wished for the other to speak first. "Those two creatures... devoured what talentium was used against them, and the wielders who used such weapons against them... both blade and magic proved ineffective... they were invincible against any attack we could muster against them."
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