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Post by Prooobably Not Jeffely on Apr 4, 2018 21:08:16 GMT -5
"That thing come from the Corkitsit Home planet. They are very glad to be rid of it." Krallika watches it with interest. Huggort laughed a little. "I'd be stressed too if I were about to be lunch." Krallika shook her head. "No, I'm more of a naturalist, really. I like to see the animals acting as they were intended to by nature. Such wonderful development over so so very long... I appreciate then as they are. I have only trained one creature but that is for the safety of everyone here. My lovely still hunts like it should." She smiled. Silver can hear the sound of something opening beneath them. Some gate below the balcony more likely than not. The audience's attention is focused on that gate as something reaches out from it. It looks like a segmented branch, but that cannot be so as it is moving and extending out a three-toed foot towards the ground in the ring. The whole limb looks like the wood of the trees she saw outside. Another one follows it and she can get the sense that these limbs aren't reaching as much as lengthening. Segments slide from under each other and thin out as the front legs gingerly touch down on the top of the fence surrounding the ring.The forelegs pull the rest of the creature with them: It's torso was surprisingly small, taking up no less space than a minifridge might. The head was almost as large, however, and sat on a very thick neck that looked like what the legs might if they were not so long. Deep recesses in the face supposedly held eyes but Silver cannot see from her angle. The Jalgar in the audience back away from it, save for a veteran few. Krallika's attention is entirely on the creature. --- "Sounds like a mess out there. Ah, and don't worry about it." She waves a hand dismissively at the captain. "If you did, you might hate me anyway, so don't fret." She grins. Silver stared at the Ven, drawn to the bars to get a better look. "Wow." --- "A beautiful mess." Glyph insisted. She started guiding Grendel toward a wall, inside which a door appeared. "Thanks for the advanced warning." Captain replied with a raised eyebrow. "Isn't it perfect?" Krallika coos over it. The ven slowly regards the beast in the pit, who snarls at it. After a little contemplation the Ven freezes. It has fully climbed out onto the fence, head aimed right at the creature in the pit. It's snout slowly splits into four segments, which only causes more fear and backing up from the audience. Their reaction gives more reason to fear than the actions of the Ven itself. And then suddenly, it strikes. Its neck rapidly extends like a bullet onto the creature, mouth latching over the thing, not large enough to truly grab it, it seems, and there is certainly no way it could carry it. Any contemplation on the matter is cut off by the horrific scream that the beast in the ring makes as the sound of sizzling reaches the ears of all. It's a high pitched sizzle and after only a second or two Silver can see the flesh under the mouth of the Ven dissolving away rapidly under the duress of a greenish saliva and getting sucked up via an array of tubes. It takes only a minute for the entire rhinoceros-like creature to be nothing but a smoothie for the Ven's dining pleasure. The audience has since pulled in to watch. --- Grendel follows Glyph, and gives the captain a wink and a salute. |
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Post by The Scrac that Smiles Back on Apr 4, 2018 21:41:21 GMT -5
Silver stared at the Ven, drawn to the bars to get a better look. "Wow." --- "A beautiful mess." Glyph insisted. She started guiding Grendel toward a wall, inside which a door appeared. "Thanks for the advanced warning." Captain replied with a raised eyebrow. "Isn't it perfect?" Krallika coos over it. The ven slowly regards the beast in the pit, who snarls at it. After a little contemplation the Ven freezes. It has fully climbed out onto the fence, head aimed right at the creature in the pit. It's snout slowly splits into four segments, which only causes more fear and backing up from the audience. Their reaction gives more reason to fear than the actions of the Ven itself. And then suddenly, it strikes. Its neck rapidly extends like a bullet onto the creature, mouth latching over the thing, not large enough to truly grab it, it seems, and there is certainly no way it could carry it. Any contemplation on the matter is cut off by the horrific scream that the beast in the ring makes as the sound of sizzling reaches the ears of all. It's a high pitched sizzle and after only a second or two Silver can see the flesh under the mouth of the Ven dissolving away rapidly under the duress of a greenish saliva and getting sucked up via an array of tubes. It takes only a minute for the entire rhinoceros-like creature to be nothing but a smoothie for the Ven's dining pleasure. The audience has since pulled in to watch. --- Grendel follows Glyph, and gives the captain a wink and a salute. Silver gasped and watched the spectacle with wide eyes. And then, when it was over... she cheered. She was Tyrannian. Beasts like the rhino-thing were always eating people. She felt joy at the death of one. --- The captain paused at the gesture, then looked to Mr. Stitcher with the same raised eyebrow. "She's going to murder all of us." The door shut. The new room had plants, a bunkbed, a window and a door. The window showed space, the planet Netwaffle in view beneath. Glyph went to another wall, in which a door-shaped hole grew. She motioned for Grendel to go inside. |
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Post by Prooobably Not Jeffely on Apr 4, 2018 21:55:42 GMT -5
"Isn't it perfect?" Krallika coos over it. The ven slowly regards the beast in the pit, who snarls at it. After a little contemplation the Ven freezes. It has fully climbed out onto the fence, head aimed right at the creature in the pit. It's snout slowly splits into four segments, which only causes more fear and backing up from the audience. Their reaction gives more reason to fear than the actions of the Ven itself. And then suddenly, it strikes. Its neck rapidly extends like a bullet onto the creature, mouth latching over the thing, not large enough to truly grab it, it seems, and there is certainly no way it could carry it. Any contemplation on the matter is cut off by the horrific scream that the beast in the ring makes as the sound of sizzling reaches the ears of all. It's a high pitched sizzle and after only a second or two Silver can see the flesh under the mouth of the Ven dissolving away rapidly under the duress of a greenish saliva and getting sucked up via an array of tubes. It takes only a minute for the entire rhinoceros-like creature to be nothing but a smoothie for the Ven's dining pleasure. The audience has since pulled in to watch. --- Grendel follows Glyph, and gives the captain a wink and a salute. Silver gasped and watched the spectacle with wide eyes. And then, when it was over... she cheered. She was Tyrannian. Beasts like the rhino-thing were always eating people. She felt joy at the death of one. --- The captain paused at the gesture, then looked to Mr. Stitcher with the same raised eyebrow. "She's going to murder all of us." The door shut. The new room had plants, a bunkbed, a window and a door. The window showed space, the planet Netwaffle in view beneath. Glyph went to another wall, in which a door-shaped hole grew. She motioned for Grendel to go inside. She wasn't the only one to cheer, but she may be the most enthusiastic. The ven finishes its meal and collapses down as it reenters the place from whence it came. Krallika sighs happily. "It's like my child." --- Grendel looked out the window at the view in a way that implies it's not a normal sight for her. She was a little hesitant to follow Glyph but eventually follows. "Your architecture doesn't like to stay still, I take it." |
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Post by The Scrac that Smiles Back on Apr 4, 2018 22:11:42 GMT -5
Silver gasped and watched the spectacle with wide eyes. And then, when it was over... she cheered. She was Tyrannian. Beasts like the rhino-thing were always eating people. She felt joy at the death of one. --- The captain paused at the gesture, then looked to Mr. Stitcher with the same raised eyebrow. "She's going to murder all of us." The door shut. The new room had plants, a bunkbed, a window and a door. The window showed space, the planet Netwaffle in view beneath. Glyph went to another wall, in which a door-shaped hole grew. She motioned for Grendel to go inside. She wasn't the only one to cheer, but she may be the most enthusiastic. The ven finishes its meal and collapses down as it reenters the place from whence it came. Krallika sighs happily. "It's like my child." --- Grendel looked out the window at the view in a way that implies it's not a normal sight for her. She was a little hesitant to follow Glyph but eventually follows. "Your architecture doesn't like to stay still, I take it." "Your child is amazing." Silver said with the tone of awe. --- "I might get bored if it did." Glyph replied. The room Glyph was motioning her into looked like an empty closet. Glyph sunk a hand into the wall and nodded at Grendel. Please remove your prison uniform, and I will make you a suit. I can make a suit to go over your prison uniform if you prefer, and if you want me to not look at you if you do remove the uniform I can oblige your wishes." |
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Post by Prooobably Not Jeffely on Apr 4, 2018 23:08:47 GMT -5
She wasn't the only one to cheer, but she may be the most enthusiastic. The ven finishes its meal and collapses down as it reenters the place from whence it came. Krallika sighs happily. "It's like my child." --- Grendel looked out the window at the view in a way that implies it's not a normal sight for her. She was a little hesitant to follow Glyph but eventually follows. "Your architecture doesn't like to stay still, I take it." "Your child is amazing." Silver said with the tone of awe. --- "I might get bored if it did." Glyph replied. The room Glyph was motioning her into looked like an empty closet. Glyph sunk a hand into the wall and nodded at Grendel. Please remove your prison uniform, and I will make you a suit. I can make a suit to go over your prison uniform if you prefer, and if you want me to not look at you if you do remove the uniform I can oblige your wishes." "He is Amazing security to boot." She grins and sits back in her chair again. "No one expects the ven in the hallway, ehe." --- "You must have a high entertainment threshold." She paused for a moment, but didn't really seem awkward about it. Perhaps it's all science to her, nothing taboo. "alright. I mean, it is impolite to stare and all." She gets out of the relatively thin material oufit with ease. |
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Post by The Scrac that Smiles Back on Apr 4, 2018 23:57:10 GMT -5
"Your child is amazing." Silver said with the tone of awe. --- "I might get bored if it did." Glyph replied. The room Glyph was motioning her into looked like an empty closet. Glyph sunk a hand into the wall and nodded at Grendel. Please remove your prison uniform, and I will make you a suit. I can make a suit to go over your prison uniform if you prefer, and if you want me to not look at you if you do remove the uniform I can oblige your wishes." "He is Amazing security to boot." She grins and sits back in her chair again. "No one expects the ven in the hallway, ehe." --- "You must have a high entertainment threshold." She paused for a moment, but didn't really seem awkward about it. Perhaps it's all science to her, nothing taboo. "alright. I mean, it is impolite to stare and all." She gets out of the relatively thin material oufit with ease. Silver nodded. She thought of Rith. That didn't look like a creature a shapeshifter would have much advantage over. "Are unwelcome visitors frequent?" she asked, fiddling with the bracelet. --- Glyph laughed. The walls scanned Grendel and moved closer together. "Please hold still, the liquid will only go up to your neck." The door between Grendel and Glyph shut, and the tiny room filled up to Grendel's neck with a strange liquid that didn't really feel wet. It had strong surface tension and flowed around Grendel's body without engulfing it. Lasers began to dance along Grendel's form, hardening the 'jello' into an actual outfit. When it was done the remaining liquid drained away, the walls retreated, and the door between Grendel and Glyph opened again. Glyph giggled. "Ooh, that was fun! Full disclosure: I've been wanting to rent this place ever since it was built. And the Trallyr let me have you much faster than I was expecting, so now seemed like a good time! And Ira's old room was hardly adequate." |
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Post by Prooobably Not Jeffely on Jun 6, 2018 19:46:13 GMT -5
"He is Amazing security to boot." She grins and sits back in her chair again. "No one expects the ven in the hallway, ehe." --- "You must have a high entertainment threshold." She paused for a moment, but didn't really seem awkward about it. Perhaps it's all science to her, nothing taboo. "alright. I mean, it is impolite to stare and all." She gets out of the relatively thin material oufit with ease. Silver nodded. She thought of Rith. That didn't look like a creature a shapeshifter would have much advantage over. "Are unwelcome visitors frequent?" she asked, fiddling with the bracelet. --- Glyph laughed. The walls scanned Grendel and moved closer together. "Please hold still, the liquid will only go up to your neck." The door between Grendel and Glyph shut, and the tiny room filled up to Grendel's neck with a strange liquid that didn't really feel wet. It had strong surface tension and flowed around Grendel's body without engulfing it. Lasers began to dance along Grendel's form, hardening the 'jello' into an actual outfit. When it was done the remaining liquid drained away, the walls retreated, and the door between Grendel and Glyph opened again. Glyph giggled. "Ooh, that was fun! Full disclosure: I've been wanting to rent this place ever since it was built. And the Trallyr let me have you much faster than I was expecting, so now seemed like a good time! And Ira's old room was hardly adequate." Krallika laughed. "No. Getting here at all is not a simple task. The swamps are formidable and the landing location invisible from the air. Almost all guests are by special invitation or membership. --- Grendel seemed visibly off-put by the jello clothing experience and she picks at it a little. Nothing she'd ever worn felt like this. "I don't know if I agree on your definition of fun, miss." She looks around before settling her yellow gaze back onto Glyph. "What place is 'this place'?" |
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Post by The Scrac that Smiles Back on Jun 7, 2018 0:14:18 GMT -5
Silver nodded. She thought of Rith. That didn't look like a creature a shapeshifter would have much advantage over. "Are unwelcome visitors frequent?" she asked, fiddling with the bracelet. --- Glyph laughed. The walls scanned Grendel and moved closer together. "Please hold still, the liquid will only go up to your neck." The door between Grendel and Glyph shut, and the tiny room filled up to Grendel's neck with a strange liquid that didn't really feel wet. It had strong surface tension and flowed around Grendel's body without engulfing it. Lasers began to dance along Grendel's form, hardening the 'jello' into an actual outfit. When it was done the remaining liquid drained away, the walls retreated, and the door between Grendel and Glyph opened again. Glyph giggled. "Ooh, that was fun! Full disclosure: I've been wanting to rent this place ever since it was built. And the Trallyr let me have you much faster than I was expecting, so now seemed like a good time! And Ira's old room was hardly adequate." Krallika laughed. "No. Getting here at all is not a simple task. The swamps are formidable and the landing location invisible from the air. Almost all guests are by special invitation or membership. --- Grendel seemed visibly off-put by the jello clothing experience and she picks at it a little. Nothing she'd ever worn felt like this. "I don't know if I agree on your definition of fun, miss." She looks around before settling her yellow gaze back onto Glyph. "What place is 'this place'?" Silver nodded. "Huh. How did you find this place? How does a guest receive a special invite? Are they recommended by a member? Do members pay monthly fees? What do you do if a member stops paying?" She found she could easily imagin Krallika as the boss of exceptionally aggressive loan sharks. She looked back to the arena, wondering what was next. --- Glyph's excitement seemed a little damped by Grendel's lack of enthusiasm. "I can not tell you the name for security purposes. But I can tell you this place is an cybernetic synthetic lifeform. If you'd like, you can nickname it, and we'll call it by that name." |
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Post by Prooobably Not Jeffely on Jun 11, 2018 20:18:26 GMT -5
Krallika laughed. "No. Getting here at all is not a simple task. The swamps are formidable and the landing location invisible from the air. Almost all guests are by special invitation or membership. --- Grendel seemed visibly off-put by the jello clothing experience and she picks at it a little. Nothing she'd ever worn felt like this. "I don't know if I agree on your definition of fun, miss." She looks around before settling her yellow gaze back onto Glyph. "What place is 'this place'?" Silver nodded. "Huh. How did you find this place? How does a guest receive a special invite? Are they recommended by a member? Do members pay monthly fees? What do you do if a member stops paying?" She found she could easily imagin Krallika as the boss of exceptionally aggressive loan sharks. She looked back to the arena, wondering what was next. --- Glyph's excitement seemed a little damped by Grendel's lack of enthusiasm. "I can not tell you the name for security purposes. But I can tell you this place is an cybernetic synthetic lifeform. If you'd like, you can nickname it, and we'll call it by that name." Krallika gave her a blank, uninterested look. "That is a lot of questions. Can you speak in anything but questions? I can simply say it is not a cake walk to hide from the consequences I deal." The ven is looking around the crowd curiously, a few attendants halfheartedly try to herd it back to where it came but with one unusual whistle from Krallika it seems to go back to it's home on its own. --- "You have brought me... inside an organic robot? Why would we go into it. Why would anyone go into it." Her apprehensive thoughts block her brain from the topic of any nicknaming. |
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Post by The Scrac that Smiles Back on Jun 11, 2018 22:21:46 GMT -5
Silver nodded. "Huh. How did you find this place? How does a guest receive a special invite? Are they recommended by a member? Do members pay monthly fees? What do you do if a member stops paying?" She found she could easily imagin Krallika as the boss of exceptionally aggressive loan sharks. She looked back to the arena, wondering what was next. --- Glyph's excitement seemed a little damped by Grendel's lack of enthusiasm. "I can not tell you the name for security purposes. But I can tell you this place is an cybernetic synthetic lifeform. If you'd like, you can nickname it, and we'll call it by that name." Krallika gave her a blank, uninterested look. "That is a lot of questions. Can you speak in anything but questions? I can simply say it is not a cake walk to hide from the consequences I deal." The ven is looking around the crowd curiously, a few attendants halfheartedly try to herd it back to where it came but with one unusual whistle from Krallika it seems to go back to it's home on its own. --- "You have brought me... inside an organic robot? Why would we go into it. Why would anyone go into it." Her apprehensive thoughts block her brain from the topic of any nicknaming. Silver had nothing but questions left to respond with, but she accepted the unspoken command to be silent. She wondered if she could emulate Krallika's whistle. The sad thought crossed her mind that the trallyr from the ship probsbly would have been able to. She wondered if they cared she had been taken. Probably not. She remembered the looks they had given her. Like she was a thing, not a person. Krallika looked at her that way too, though Krallika's face was flavored by greed while the Trallyr had been disgusted. Silver felt a deep longing for home. Even without Max, there was no place like home. She clicked her heels together, just in case it worked. --- Glyph's expression showed confusion. "Why wouldn't we?" She frowned. "It's a shame you feel that way. But perhaps I should have expected it. What, may I ask, is the reason for your concern?" |
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Post by Prooobably Not Jeffely on Jun 29, 2018 10:25:31 GMT -5
Krallika gave her a blank, uninterested look. "That is a lot of questions. Can you speak in anything but questions? I can simply say it is not a cake walk to hide from the consequences I deal." The ven is looking around the crowd curiously, a few attendants halfheartedly try to herd it back to where it came but with one unusual whistle from Krallika it seems to go back to it's home on its own. --- "You have brought me... inside an organic robot? Why would we go into it. Why would anyone go into it." Her apprehensive thoughts block her brain from the topic of any nicknaming. Silver had nothing but questions left to respond with, but she accepted the unspoken command to be silent. She wondered if she could emulate Krallika's whistle. The sad thought crossed her mind that the trallyr from the ship probsbly would have been able to. She wondered if they cared she had been taken. Probably not. She remembered the looks they had given her. Like she was a thing, not a person. Krallika looked at her that way too, though Krallika's face was flavored by greed while the Trallyr had been disgusted. Silver felt a deep longing for home. Even without Max, there was no place like home. She clicked her heels together, just in case it worked. --- Glyph's expression showed confusion. "Why wouldn't we?" She frowned. "It's a shame you feel that way. But perhaps I should have expected it. What, may I ask, is the reason for your concern?" The events in the ring continue with other large, powerful creatures pitted up against each other. It felt more like a betting ring at the moment, and this seems to be the less interesting point to Krallika, and the more interesting point to her husband who exits the area and goes out to collect bets. The heel clicking ends up non-consequential. --- Grendel gave her a confused look back. "Well I don't feel like robots are normally for going into. And secondly I am not the type to walk into something that sounds so ridiculous without being properly aware of why. I'm not some all-trusting dog, miss." |
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Post by The Scrac that Smiles Back on Jun 29, 2018 11:02:14 GMT -5
Silver had nothing but questions left to respond with, but she accepted the unspoken command to be silent. She wondered if she could emulate Krallika's whistle. The sad thought crossed her mind that the trallyr from the ship probsbly would have been able to. She wondered if they cared she had been taken. Probably not. She remembered the looks they had given her. Like she was a thing, not a person. Krallika looked at her that way too, though Krallika's face was flavored by greed while the Trallyr had been disgusted. Silver felt a deep longing for home. Even without Max, there was no place like home. She clicked her heels together, just in case it worked. --- Glyph's expression showed confusion. "Why wouldn't we?" She frowned. "It's a shame you feel that way. But perhaps I should have expected it. What, may I ask, is the reason for your concern?" The events in the ring continue with other large, powerful creatures pitted up against each other. It felt more like a betting ring at the moment, and this seems to be the less interesting point to Krallika, and the more interesting point to her husband who exits the area and goes out to collect bets. The heel clicking ends up non-consequential. --- Grendel gave her a confused look back. "Well I don't feel like robots are normally for going into. And secondly I am not the type to walk into something that sounds so ridiculous without being properly aware of why. I'm not some all-trusting dog, miss." Silver watched with fading interest. She tried to think of something to say that wasn't a question. She felt tired, and the noises were starting to bother her. She thought it was probably the sensory deprevation she'd been tortured with for days. She stood up. "Thank you, m'am, for allowing me to come to this. If it suits you, I would like to go back to my room now." --- "Hm." Glyph stroked her chin for a moment before shrugging. "You'll have to get used to it. There isn't a building on my homeworld that isn't also a robot. If you can earn your freedom you can perhaps build one. And trust, I suppose, starts with information. The nation of Rinam is a nation of scientists, engineers, and soldiers. Little else. We do not belive in waste. You, Grendel, were wasted on that prison. I believe you could be great, in a positive environment. I will try to accommodate your comfort zone, but I need that defined for me. I am very unfamiliar with your culture. Do you havery any questions or information to give me?" |
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Post by Prooobably Not Jeffely on Jul 27, 2018 22:06:48 GMT -5
The events in the ring continue with other large, powerful creatures pitted up against each other. It felt more like a betting ring at the moment, and this seems to be the less interesting point to Krallika, and the more interesting point to her husband who exits the area and goes out to collect bets. The heel clicking ends up non-consequential. --- Grendel gave her a confused look back. "Well I don't feel like robots are normally for going into. And secondly I am not the type to walk into something that sounds so ridiculous without being properly aware of why. I'm not some all-trusting dog, miss." Silver watched with fading interest. She tried to think of something to say that wasn't a question. She felt tired, and the noises were starting to bother her. She thought it was probably the sensory deprevation she'd been tortured with for days. She stood up. "Thank you, m'am, for allowing me to come to this. If it suits you, I would like to go back to my room now." --- "Hm." Glyph stroked her chin for a moment before shrugging. "You'll have to get used to it. There isn't a building on my homeworld that isn't also a robot. If you can earn your freedom you can perhaps build one. And trust, I suppose, starts with information. The nation of Rinam is a nation of scientists, engineers, and soldiers. Little else. We do not belive in waste. You, Grendel, were wasted on that prison. I believe you could be great, in a positive environment. I will try to accommodate your comfort zone, but I need that defined for me. I am very unfamiliar with your culture. Do you havery any questions or information to give me?" Kralika nods, and motions for Huggort to escort Silver back. --- Grendel looked at Glyph with an increasing grimace. "I don't have to get used to anything." She took a moment to look around. Her ears are pulled back towards her neck apprehensively. Her brow creased. Something sat poorly with her among those words and it took the less eloquent Grendel a moment to sort it out. "Don't talk like I've agreed to help you and yours with whatever it is you do in this god-forsaken place. I'm not partial to the lack of living bodies here and I can define for myself when I am wasteful and when I am not. You want to know my comfort zone? Don't act as if you know what's best for me." There is a pause before she adds on, in the spirit of the previous inquiry: "And never. Ever. Mess with my hands." |
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Post by The Scrac that Smiles Back on Jul 27, 2018 22:31:20 GMT -5
Silver watched with fading interest. She tried to think of something to say that wasn't a question. She felt tired, and the noises were starting to bother her. She thought it was probably the sensory deprevation she'd been tortured with for days. She stood up. "Thank you, m'am, for allowing me to come to this. If it suits you, I would like to go back to my room now." --- "Hm." Glyph stroked her chin for a moment before shrugging. "You'll have to get used to it. There isn't a building on my homeworld that isn't also a robot. If you can earn your freedom you can perhaps build one. And trust, I suppose, starts with information. The nation of Rinam is a nation of scientists, engineers, and soldiers. Little else. We do not belive in waste. You, Grendel, were wasted on that prison. I believe you could be great, in a positive environment. I will try to accommodate your comfort zone, but I need that defined for me. I am very unfamiliar with your culture. Do you havery any questions or information to give me?" Kralika nods, and motions for Huggort to escort Silver back. --- Grendel looked at Glyph with an increasing grimace. "I don't have to get used to anything." She took a moment to look around. Her ears are pulled back towards her neck apprehensively. Her brow creased. Something sat poorly with her among those words and it took the less eloquent Grendel a moment to sort it out. "Don't talk like I've agreed to help you and yours with whatever it is you do in this god-forsaken place. I'm not partial to the lack of living bodies here and I can define for myself when I am wasteful and when I am not. You want to know my comfort zone? Don't act as if you know what's best for me." There is a pause before she adds on, in the spirit of the previous inquiry: "And never. Ever. Mess with my hands." Back in her room, Silver located the opening she shared with her neighbor. "Hello?" --- Glyph's frills lit up, and she giggled before successfully repressing a further outburst. She pulled one across her face, like a mustache. " God-forsaken is an interesting but taken nickname lab nickname. I had no actual desire to mess with your hands until you told me not to. So, Grendel, were you, in your own opinion, wasted on that prison? Was that the best you could have possibly achieved?" |
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Post by Prooobably Not Jeffely on Jul 27, 2018 22:40:13 GMT -5
Kralika nods, and motions for Huggort to escort Silver back. --- Grendel looked at Glyph with an increasing grimace. "I don't have to get used to anything." She took a moment to look around. Her ears are pulled back towards her neck apprehensively. Her brow creased. Something sat poorly with her among those words and it took the less eloquent Grendel a moment to sort it out. "Don't talk like I've agreed to help you and yours with whatever it is you do in this god-forsaken place. I'm not partial to the lack of living bodies here and I can define for myself when I am wasteful and when I am not. You want to know my comfort zone? Don't act as if you know what's best for me." There is a pause before she adds on, in the spirit of the previous inquiry: "And never. Ever. Mess with my hands." Back in her room, Silver located the opening she shared with her neighbor. "Hello?" --- Glyph's frills lit up, and she giggled before successfully repressing a further outburst. She pulled one across her face, like a mustache. " God-forsaken is an interesting but taken nickname lab nickname. I had no actual desire to mess with your hands until you told me not to. So, Grendel, were you, in your own opinion, wasted on that prison? Was that the best you could have possibly achieved?" The Glycean in the nearby room slowly lifts its head and one of it's eyes begins to glow, indicating it was active. "Gg?" ---- Her nose twitched. "If you even so much as loosen a bolt on my hands I will personally dismantle you. Don't think I can't." her ears remain back. "Wasted on the prison? Don't ask rhetorical questions, of course it was not the best way to spend my time, but it isn't like it was useless or without purpose. They processed me, made me work on things I wasn't interested in, and belittled me. It isn't like you have exceeded the bar there." |
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