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"Hmhm, you speak honestly, and I find that enjoyable. I don't know how well I can adapt to every mood, but as I am right now? I feel pretty comfortable... I like to believe what separates me from those with machismo, more than the fact they're beefy as all get out.. Is that I don't leap into any situation with an inflated sense of confidence and expect to come out a winner. Like right now, I wouldn't mind being able to do things with you, but that's up to your mood to decide. But for what it's worth, I like this conversation." Takuya smiled, closing his eyes. "It's nice to encounter someone whose first instinct wasn't to instantly jump into the action. I would enjoy that, sure, but I also happen to like good conversational partners." His next remark, however, caused the humanoid serpent to laugh. "Ouch! I've heard a lot of derogatory snake remarks, but that's the first time I've been called a snake oil salesman AND a car salesman both at once. But I appreciate your candor, Gowther~ I can try to tone it down a bit, but it's less confidence and me just... Rolling the dice to see what happens, as it were. For what it's worth though, the pretty one I'm talking to right now hasn't been chased away... But I'll do my best to reel in my flirty behavior." He liked this one. He wasn't just a pretty face on an enjoyable body, he was honest and forthcoming. His tail waged slowly in interest before he gave a soft hum. "Wouldn't it be nice if I had some amazing backstory to explain who and what I am? Well .. It's both complicated and rather uneventful, so I'll spare you the boring details. Let's just say this is my new lease on life, hm? As far as I've found... Besides the tail and teeth, I've got the eyes... Tongue-" he let the forked tongue slip free to taste the air for emphasis, before wiggling. "I'm surprisingly flexible... I can also pop my jaw to take bigger insertions, although that's not exactly something you share with the ladies... And, I've got two dicks down south. Not something I really asked for since I was used to just one, but... Someone up there decided to see how much of the animal kingdom they could shove in me." He sighed with a slight rolling of his eyes. "It isn't all that bad, but it definitely makes trying to court partners troublesome when you're a little too abnormal for their tastes... But enough about me, Gowther, what's your story?" He turned in his seat to face his conversational partner, resting an elbow on his leg and his chin in his palm.
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Wow,, looks like this club has had a few moments of going and stalling. I joined fairly late last night, but looking at everything, I guess it feels like it was designed to withstand people coming and going a bit. o.o Still, it's nice to see some hints of activity even this far along. ^^
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"Mm, that's one way to look at it... You can still see and hear a few people having some fun, but perhaps not to the degree one might imagine for a place with the name 'Open Sex Club'. Still, even if your expectations feel dashed, I wouldn't give up hope yet. You've only just arrived, I assume? We've all the time in the world to make sure those expectations think otherwise." the serpentine male gave a soft smile, before reaching for his glass of wine to take another sip. This one sounded like he had quite the fun outlook, and it only made Takuya all the more curious to know him. "Gowther... Mm, I like it. As for my stake, weeeell... I've got two stakes if you want to get technical, but I guess that wasn't what you were talking about about, mm?" the cheeky male smirked, friendly flashes of fangs at the corners of his mouth, before he drummed his fingertips lightly on the bar top, contemplating how to answer. "I'm just here out of a sense of freedom and liberation. I'm just someone who wants to live it up and be who they want to be, do what they want to do, share some time with who they want to. Girls, boys... I'd say I'm not too picky, but I would be fibbing, not overly fond of the beefy, machismo sorts... But I know I'm being honest when I say I like what I see when I look at you~" A playful wink was given, before attention was drawn to his physical characteristics. He seemed mildly surprised for a moment, before his tail uncurled from the seat to wave a bit. "It would be funny if it was, wouldn't it? But nope, this is all natural... So my butt happens to be free for other things to plug it~" He smiled, giving a light wiggle of his hips, before he reached forward with his tail to give Gowther a gentle poke in his thigh. "Do feel free to reprimand me if I'm being too forward, I've been known to try to slither my way into things, and I like to make sure prospective partners aren't afraid to say 'No' if I'm not to their tastes, and I do feel like I'm an acquired taste..."
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"Hey, barkeep, mind if I get another?" A giggly male remarked with a casual wave of his hand, a simple glass of wine in his hand. This place was aptly named the way it was, and sure enough, you couldn't walk five feet without seeing some manner of mingling. Physical or verbal, all manner of interactions played out around this place, and this was just the Entrance! What manner of debauchery could one find if they chose to venture around the area? Even Takuya hadn't gone past the Entrance yet, content with experiencing a drink or two at the bar before he did his own mingling. Was it distracting? Absolutely! Hearing a whorish moan here and there, watching people perform sexy dances in the seats in the corner... He had to keep his tail curled around his seat to keep from inadvertently snagging the next passerby for a bit of fun. Of course, once he let himself get buzzed enough, it probably wouldn't even matter who he picked... Although he could certainly be picky. Thankfully, a higher being seemed to be keeping his eyes on him as a rather bold and audacious figure approached the bar. Thigh-highs, a thong, and a top that looked like it came from an outfit of a franchise trying to compete with Femboy Hooters... And by the gods, this one was absolutely killing it. Takuya made no effort to hide his wandering eyes, slits drinking in every delicious curve on this fine piece of femboymeat. A forked tongue zipped subtly at the air, tasting the raunchy atmosphere primarily, but he uses the gesture to get hints of taste from what he ordered. "Someone wanted something hard before they got something hard, hm?" Takuya smiled, arms crossed at the edge of the countertop as he tilted his head and looked his fellow drinker over. "Dressed like that... You hoping someone just comes right over and gives you the business? You're making me want to be daring here... The name's Takuya, if you don't mind... And your name? I might wear the word 'delicious' out if you rather not tell me~" his tail uncurled now, running up under his chin to support his head like he was resting his chin on the back of his hand or in his palm.
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Lucas Maxwell
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Name: Lucas Maxwell Gender: Male Race: Human Age: 29 Identification number: 26A-E935 Conviction(s) and criminal penalty: Two counts of Murder and Drug Abuse, Life Imprisonment Date of arrival: 4th April, 2026 Association: Ex-Sergeant of the Special Crimes-associated Esper Division Seven (EsDiv7 for short) Occupation and education: Azuno Law Enforcement, Special Crimes Division Master of Public Administration Police Academy Graduate Field-Training Officer Program Special skills and abilities: 1- Rundowner: Chasing down perpetrators has made Lucas an accomplished sprinter, stunningly able to keep up even with non-humans with a penchant for speed. 2- Piloting: Lucas is a skilled pilot. Put him behind the controls of a helicopter and he will follow you from the streets to hell, and back, even if it means fucking and weaving between buildings and other high-rise structures. 3- Cold Gaze: A quiet demeanor along with a soul-piercing gaze complete with an unamused scowl is Lucas' preferred way of getting people to crack under pressure. Whether it was getting confessions out of people or simply giving them a quiet hint to sod off, the kind of stare Lucas can give people often makes anyone uncomfortable. More mentally resilient people and those with great willpower can resist being made to break. Magical abilities: 1- [Hidden] 2- [Hidden] Weaknesses: 1- Target Marker: By virtue of what he was, being at Avonmore Prison paints arguably the largest target on his back ever, as he may be responsible for a small number of those who reside in the prison. Especially one he out there personally. 2- Broken Moral Compass: Once an officer of the law, the fortunes that have left him in prison have left him someone with little regard for the rules and regulations if left to his own devices. He may be liable to committing acts that could very well extend his already lengthy prison sentence. 3- [Hidden] 4- [Hidden] Appearance: Lucas is a man of 6’4/193cm. His red hair, once kept neatly arranged, occasionally lapses into a state of messy disrepair from his time at Avonmore. He sees no purpose or point in maintaining his looks, as the prison is a place where the more ghastly looks are often ignored. However, this conflicts with how he maintains his physical form, knowing he will eventually come into conflict with someone who wants him dead. He refuses to be caught unprepared when conflict is concerned, and he'll sooner take their life than allow his to be extinguished. His eyes often reflect a man who has little life left to live, an empty glow that seems devoid of purpose or passion, but the right stimuli can cause embers of life to burst forth within them once more. Personality: Lucas is an example of someone who has been thoroughly crushed by his own dreams and aspirations, who let life's disappointments and its miseries weigh heavily on his conscience, and who lost his reason to exist and lives only for spite. Much of his time being spent in solitary confinement has made him grow secluded and self-reliant, and caused him to become leery of interacting with others, especially when the majority are all prisoners. The only one who seems like they can draw out anything resembling ambition and drive… Also happens to draw out the worst qualities in him. History: Lucas' life began in the far off nation of Azuno. Born into a prestigious but stern and strict family, much of his life was controlled and pre-arranged before he even had a say in it, and there was little to do but comply. The rigid upbringing ensured he would not grow up awry, and he would always consider family values and their way of life first and foremost. Even in love, his prospects were chosen for him, a future marriage arranged with a woman named Emily even from his teen years. Yet he still connected and bonded with her like they were always meant to be friends. The state of Azuno was always a precarious thing, where it looked pleasant on the outside, but inside it held its dark secrets as a city almost entirely controlled by criminal elements. Lucas endeavored to fix that by joining Azuno Law Enforcement, spending years of his life to not only show he was capable, but rise further by joining their elite Special Crimes Divisions to get into the thick of things. Lucas showed his dedication to the cause over the years, providing safety and stability for his now-wife Emily and the citizens of Azuno, but also providing a face and a name for his enemies to deal with. Over time, Lucas began to dig into things he shouldn't have, and when traditional warnings did not dissuade him, tragedy instead befell Emily, and in his grief, he resorted to unscrupulous means to get his revenge. [Hidden] Ultimately, while he got something approaching victory, it came at a very high cost; In retribution for his actions, his parents were murdered and he was framed as the killer through carefully planted evidence. The Azuno Police, knowing what had happened so far, could do little but let the system do what it would to him, and Lucas was sentenced to prison for life, an irony that was not lost on him. -
Archer Lowell Reid
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Name: Archer Lowell Reid Gender: Male Race: Human Age: 35 Identification number: 23A-E682 Conviction(s) and criminal penalty: Petty Misdemeanors, Vandalism, Destruction of Public Property, Grand Theft Auto | 30 Years Date of arrival: 09th July 2023 Association: N/A Occupation and education: Electronics Engineering Bachelor of Science Degree (four years) Special skills and abilities: 1- Computer Expertise - One of his greatest focuses: Computers and the technology that powers them. He possesses an avid understanding of how to care for and repair computers, as well as navigate the software that makes them run. He is just as capable at rewriting and destroying PC code as he is at repairing it 2- Jury-rigging: A personal skill he refined as a result of his various studies, he prides himself on his capability to create a range of small (or larger) items using things he has on hand or may find in the environment to assist him or others. 3- [Hidden] 4- [Hidden] 5- [Hidden] Magical abilities: N/A Weaknesses: 1- [Hidden] 2- Risktaker: Many a time, Archer seems to have a lack of care for his own well-being or his luck, usually leading him to push his luck for better or worse. More often than not it can leave him injured if he doesn't learn his lesson the first time. 3- Prisoner Troubles: Despite his relaxed behavior, he has a fairly distant approach to most other prisoners at first meeting. He isn't here to make nice, but if people expect something from him, they need to pay up. However, there are people he feels no obligation to work for, and it is those who may attempt to beat some compliance out of him. 4- Hopeless Demeanor: Sure, he's laid back, and sure, he's comfortable with his lot right now. But even if he knew the key to freedom was in arm’s reach, he has no intent to reach for it. For what reason or purpose, only he knows, but he has no desire to actively leave the prison. Appearance: Archer stands at 6’2/187cm, something he considers fair height. A fairly lean-muscled body refined through time spent working and exercise activities in the prison belies the fact he is more of a brainy sort than someone who relies on raw power… But as long as other prisoners don't know that, it suits him well. Green eyes and fiery red hair round out his most obvious features to others, but lesser-seen ones include mild scars on his body and somewhat rough, calloused hands from working with electricity and other aspects related to his focuses. Personality: Laid-back, teasing, guarded History: Archer's life started as one would believe most others usually do: An average life in a loving family, one of which there were no problems. With a soldier for a father and a scientist for a mother, the young redhead felt like he had much to measure up to when his time to be an adult came around… But Archer wasn't rushed to grow up. He had a life like many other kids around him, and with a sunny demeanor and outgoing personality, found it easy to make friends. Despite this, the knowledge that he wanted to earn his parent's praise and respect by following in their footsteps however he could ensured he did not deviate overmuch from his path. He endeavored to study and apply himself to his education for years, well into young adulthood, believing that he was sure to earn their praise and admiration once he finished his studies... Unfortunately, good things rarely lasted forever in life, and in the later years of his life, his father was lost to conflict overseas, and his mother to an unprovoked attack at her workplace. With only his studies to sustain him towards trying to maintain stability in his life, Archer became a changed and secluded person over the years. Though he succeeded in earning a deeper understanding of engineering arts, it came too late in life when the people he wished to present his achievements to no longer existed. It was around this time that Archer's life took a turn for the worst, and everything from then until the day he was processed at Avonmore has molded him into the person who currently lives his fourth year at the prison. -
That's fair, it does make it easier to read through and potentially come up with ideas for. I might wind up going with something a little more civilian for a first idea, compared to the last games I remembered joining and having folks that were more combat capable. It looked like we had plenty of chars with useful accolades, so leaning to something different might not be so bad.
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Well... Alright, I'll give it more firm consideration, but I want to make sure I read everything before I commit to it. Last thing I want to do is drop myself in the middle of a warzone with no idea what's going on. xD
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Good, Warning deserves to be embraced! Physically and emotionally, but that's just me. : p I appreciate the well-wish though, even though I don't feel I deserved it for vanishing out of nowhere. But things are improved, if a bit somewhat. At the least it's enough that I can come back here and try to get myself in on some ideas. So far this one and a Donjon idea caught my interest, although someone from that idea seems to be feeling the lack of activity too. I also saw some Magical Girls/Knights idea, and though I love the aesthetic and concepts, it looked like it had already taken off a good bit, so it was eluding me a bit to try to sign up for it. x_x
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Yes! I knew I recognized your avatar and the character, I remember you with a G name from back then... I had that guy Archer and he was trying to understand how the little smol anthroid suddenly started up with the other anthro girl. I checked the club earlier hoping maybe the game had taken off since I fell off the face of the world, but I was disappointed the club owner did literally nothing else with it. T_T However, more disappointed at myself for suddenly dropping off and not coming back to let people know, life got rough around then. They're better now, and the most difficulty I had was remembering my password for the site. >.> It's been that long... But enough about me, what have you been up to? :3
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It's been a good while since I've been back here, think since November last year, and I understand the sentiments. A lot of the clubs with huge member counts seem to be the active ones at first glance, and as much as I'd like to maybe try out for them, I feel a little awkward about dropping in on something already in action. ^^; The week just started, and I know some folks might have jobs or other obligations to attend to (I myself got one back in January, so that contributed to keeping me away for a good span of time until i felt I could juggle it better), so I won't write it off just yet. I had planned to lean more into a character type who liked to play rather than lose, seeing the other characters we have in the game presently. That being said, if I could find someone fitting that description, I would definitely have to give it a look. : p
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Hello! I see a couple of familiar faces here from one club I joined last year before a hiatus and life generally claimed me, coincidentally it also happened to be a good little sci-fi adventure story in space. I can't seem to get away from those. : p I'm going to do a little bit more reading up on the club and give it some time to see if there is still activity here in the coming days.
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Well, as long as Florence understood she wasn't getting a master of cuisine, that was all Archer needed to hear. Muchike the sandwich he'd made for himself, he moved to pull extra ingredients to whip up two more for both SRK and the engineer. He wasn't used to making food for others, but given how often he made his own food, it wasn't difficult to whip up extra servings for the others... The only issue was if there was anything they were allergic too... Well, at least Florence. He didn't imagine SRK had anything close to resembling food allergies. In a few short minutes, two more sandwich plates had been whipped up, offering ham, lettuce, and tomatoes among other ingredienrs to the sandwich. "Easy and effective enough for even a monkey to make. May not be the most glamorous but it should hold you over until I can finish the beef stir fry." Archer clapped his hands before rubbing them, moving to the sink to wash his hands before getting started on the food once more. "... Is that so? I know Biobots aren't quite as susceptible to water as traditional machinery and electronics, but I'm surprised to hear your friend liked to shower." Although Archer pondered other things... Namely, did her fur poof out when she dried herself off? This was a very real question in his mind, although he got the idea they expected him to ponder other things... Which he did too, to be fair, but Interstellar life wasn't just about wondering how compatible species were with one another, even if one was artificial. "It's good to know youre both on top of keeping yourselves clean. Most of us are like that as well, so it's nice that space races consider cleanliness as important to them as it is to us." Well, most of us. Not everyone kept on top of it but he was the sort of person who would shower at least once a day with how often he was physically active. Wait, you are soap? Youre pretty hardcore for a half-pint then... I remember when my aunt would threaten to wash my mouth out with soap whenever I cursed. She never did it, but after I tasted what soap was like, I made damn sure to never risk it." He laughed quietly, getting a couple of pans out to oil them up, before setting them on the stove. One for the beef, and one for the veggies. "Honestly, it sounds like you do a few things similar to us other species. I wonder if intelligent life out there really was just that far ahead of us, or if they watched us and learned a few things... Hm, did you or ARA ever get bored?" Archer asked, pausing as he began to start heating both the meat and veggies of his meal. "Like... There had to be a time you or her felt like... There was nothing to do, so you just found some other way to pass the time. Or were you both so busy you never got a chance to just take it easy?" He found himself asking as he moved to start making the sauce on the meantime. "Like, when I'm bored, I'll play a game, or go to a shooting range, or hang out with friends, or... Well, you get the idea. How do you handle your boredom if you get it? Heck, Florence, this question applies to you too."
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Gardsorm replied to Busterbugs's topic in The BlackStar Saga's OCC Chat and Characters
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"Wh- Come on, I can't even headpat you?! But your head and ears are so soft! You make me sound like a bull in a china shop or something... I didn't headpat you THAT hard." Archer frowned as SRK issued a warning against his gesture. "Not giving a headpat should be considered criminal... Ah, no offense Florence, just... Come on, you see her ears, tell me you don't want to pet them!" He deflected the conversation to the engineer, but ultimately he could tell this was going to end with his defeat. Well, at least this was just how daily life went for Archer. He never truly took offense to the times he found himself beaten in any capacity, but he certainly liked to win more than lose. With Florence reminding him that, as SRK was a state-of-the-art anthroid there might he a chabce she was blocked from divulging certain things, the redhead could only sigh and fold his arms. "I shouldn't be surprised, that's a practice even we do, to keep sensitive data from falling into the hands of enemies. I guess I can't blame her if she didn't want to, or couldn't, share that kind of information." "Hm? Why not? If we're going to be working together, it wouldn't be right if I faked my behavior around her. It's better if they know what I'm really like so they can determine if they want to work with me for any reason." Archer wasn't the sort to hide his aspects, good or bad. However, much to his surprise SRK managed to chime in on his remark, practically making his eyes light up. "Hahahah! There IS a god up there listening to and answering my prayers! I wish I could meet your maker so I could personally thank them myself." Archer cheekily replied to the little anthroid while Florence seemed to be besides herself coming to terms with SRK's admittance. The poor she-wolf... Archer reveled in his debaucherous behaviors, but she seemed to try so hard to hide them. It was honestly rather cute and endearing in a way, and he hoped these anthroids could bring out the best in her. Now in the kitchen, Archer wasted little time in locating the bread and various cold cuts he liked to eat on a little sandwich. No veggies right now, he'd get his own helpings of them later. Right now he just wanted a snack... But when it came to SRK and Florence, he felt like a deer in headlights. "... Uhhh... Well, I can certainly cook, but I'm not exactly a master of cuisine. More like I just know how to sustain myself with a few easy meals I read off the HoloNet... Let's see, maybe I can whip up some more stir-fry, it turned out pretty good last time. This might be a while though... You two mind munching on something else in the meantime while I prepare it?" He didn't forsee himself making food for others, otherwise he would have had it prepared ahead of time... While additional sandwiches weren't the most glamorous culinary delights, they were simple and effective to make in the short term. A nice little sandwich on sourdough bread would hopefully hold them over while he started on the bigger meal of beef stir-fry. "While I'm doing this... Hey, SRK. Is there anything else you can share about your past that might be worth hearing? It doesn't need to be super sensitive information, just... Maybe personal things, sort of help us get to know you better. Like now we know not to call you certain names or do certain things with you." the redhead hummed as he located his prepared vegetables for the meal, before pulling the beef out. "It'd be much easier to build trust by hearing you speak than just infiltrating your databanks for things. Feels kind of impersonal like that."
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"Wow, she really pipes up when she's taken out of her element." Archer noted with a smile as SRK went into full panic mode with her warnings. However, in the course of doing it, she unveiled a few noteworthy pieces of information... Namely that she knew enough about her own programming to know with confidence none of her functions involved being picked up or hugged. She also noted that he wasn't 'permitted' to do so... Read another way, it meant that either she or someone else could choose to designate someone to carry them if she wished. The anthroid's fidgeting was highly cute, but he could tell he wouldn't be allowed to carry her for much longer like this... At least Florence got a good laugh out of it though, small victory! "Fair enough... Guess even people like you need to get a little exercise, huh? Down you go." He gingerly set SRK down, but not before giving her a little friendly headpat and ear rub. She was definitely going to protest, but at least it didn't last as long as carrying her. "I can't imagine sleeping for nearly five years... It's even more unfortunate there isn't anything that can potentially tell us why you two went offline or... Well, much of anything before that. It's good that we got you online, but now we're still stuck at square one... But you're here so we can revel in that small victory." Archer opted to look at the greenery side of the grass. They may have still had their mysteries, but SRK and soon ARA would hopefully help them take small steps to uncovering their past... Even if they couldn't, they had a chance to make a new living for themselves here. When Florence called for them to stop goofing around, he shrugged. "Hey now, you can tell her not to because we both know she isn't a good, but being a good is practically in my blood! I just have to control it because some people can be total hardasses on this ship. Asses should just be nice and soft, or a little firm at best." He squeezed at the air playfully, before following the pair along to the Kitchen. It was here the magic would happen: The making of food, good or bad. "Welcome to the kitchen, SRK! I don't know what you eat, but I'm probably going to whip myself up a quick sandwich or something. Just can't beat a quick, old classic... Can you remember what it was you used to eat?" He asked, turning around to look towards SRK, before his eyes went to Florence. "Come to think of it, I don't know what you eat either..."
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"They honestly don't, and given enough time I just might forget they're not biological like we are... Well, except for when SRK makes those cute little warnings." Archer remarked when SRK warned against being hugged. She even seemed to know exactly how cute her appearance was, given the little disclaimer she had to add. It was impossible to see her picking this up on reflex or whim... So he could only assume this was connected to how she was treated before her deactivation. Florence seemed dejected at being told off from hugging her, to which Archer gently raised a hand and waved Florence off... Not to tell her that she was wrong to want to hug SRK, but that she was going about it the wrong way. Although it was debatable if Archer had a better way... Very debatable. "So an early warning anthroid? I can see it, but... Why the close likeness to the biological? I'm stumped on the reasons..." Archer noted, while Florence seemed to be trying to get another hug out of SRK. The stuttering tic was, however, a pleasant surprise. He couldn't imagine a synthetic could think to replicate such a tic unless it heard it somewhere else... But either way it showed how markedly advanced SRK was compared to what Archer was used to working with. "Given how full of surprises SRK is here, I can't imagine what's in store for us when we wake up ARA. Lead the way, Florence~" Archer remarked... But when it came time to move, he decided to take the more direct approach at the risk of reprisal. Without warning, he scooped SRK up and cradled her in his arms as he grinned. "Since you just woke up, I'll help you save a little energy by carrying you. Seems logical, right?" He asked, although the playful glint in his eyes was telling to Florence that he was absolutely teasing the proud little anthroid. ====== [Out of Character: Shall we continue in The Kitchen thread? : ) ]
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A synthetic being who could consume food like humanoid entities could... Even if she didn't taste things like they did, it was an incredible breakthrough. Whoever made her- them, knew how to apply principals meant for biological entities to synthetic lifeforms. Perhaps they wanted a way to give creations the capacity to act as organically as possible... Or perhaps it was just a far more efficient way to stay powered up consistently and perpetually rather than needing to risk much downtime in between. The possibilities were numerous, how the things a person like him might take for granted could be applied to synthetic life... "That's... Beyond incredible and unbelievable at the same time. I never thought I'd live to see a day where I could share a meal with synthetic life and not have it considered a waste of time." This opened up so many things now... But Archer was getting ahead of himself. No one could be more excited than Florence, who probably had much to ask SRK, and hopefully soon ARA as well. "That... Almost reminds me of something out of a video game, if you ask me... It's so unbelievable to think of the possibility that someone created a real Annihilation Engine." Although the name certainly sounded dangerous enough, it was simply an engine that could effectively annihilate all forms of matter to provide near-limitless energy... But the redhead had only ever heard of such a thing powering a robot in a video game... A giant one at that. As soon as Florence reminded him why he came to the Medbay at first, he paused following shaking SRK's paw, before he nodded. "Ah, right, I came here to get vaccinated early before this ship touched down on the new planet we're supposed to be going to. Since there's no telling what sort of diseases and bacterium might be found in a new planet, I thought it'd be good to get my vaccinations updated before disembarking... And, uh, incase there's other reasons to interact with potential locals." Archer added after a moment, scratching his chin. Almost assuredly Florence would know what he meant, but hopefully SRK couldn't know what he meant... "Still, medical staff didn't seem to be working at the time, so I'll just come back later. We can go get some grub right now if you want?"
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"Wow, the little one's got some spunk to her. I was expecting her to be more autonomous, but I like her attitude." Archer laughed quietly, before nodding. "Sorry about the mix up then, SRK. It's good to finally pin a name to the form. My name is Archer, pleased to meet you." He wondered if SRK stood for anything in particular, but there were more important things to worry about. When she confirmed the other to be named ARA, it felt like all of the mysteries were beginning to unravel nicely. "SRK and ARA... Honestly both names are kind of cute, but if she's as feisty as SRK, then I might wind up teasing ARA a little too much." the redheaded male folded his arms. Any apprehension Archer felt in wondering what dialogue with these anthroids would be like was slowly bleeding away. They had their own synthetic style to them, but the acted like proper living forms too... Honestly it was everything Archer had hoped for and more. "So like we figured, there were issues with her power... But youre telling you two don't recharge like normal? You two can... Eat?" Archer was thrown for a loop as he looked from SRK to Florence. He'd never heard of artificial lifeforms that could eat food like natural lifeforms to sustain themselves. "So... What exactly DO you eat, SRK? I mean, I don't suppose you're big on hamburgers, hotdogs, steaks, salad, fruits, or anything of the sort..." Although if she was, taking her to the mess hall would be easy. "Well, however you two Intake nutrition and what exactly that includes, I'll be happy to get you fed. The sooner we figure out what you like,bthe sooner we can get something sorted out for ARA as well. If we're going to be working onboard the same ship, it would be a good idea to build rapport with one another." He stepped forward and approached SRK, extending his hand. "If you know what a handshake is, you wanna shake on it?"
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Gardsorm replied to Busterbugs's topic in The BlackStar Saga's OCC Chat and Characters
Nothing wrong with that! :3 The comedic value is all that matters, no matter what the truth really is. ^^ Never need to worry about your post being good or not, you've made great ones all this time! And okay, good night! Please sleep well and I hope everything works out later. : ) -
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Gardsorm replied to Busterbugs's topic in The BlackStar Saga's OCC Chat and Characters
Archer is gonna flip his lid if what he did turned out to be what woke her up. : p Although I firmly believe it was just time for her to wake up and she just woke up at the most comedically-relevant time to make Archer think it's true. :3 -
Archer quickly hurried into the engineering room, head almost on a swivel as he tried to search for Florence. It wouldn't take long to find the wolf girl, but his stomach grew a knot when he came up on her just about to start working on the tall anthroid... Even when Florence asked him if something was the matter, he was still trying to process what he saw in the medbay. "... No way... There's no way that worked." He mumbled quietly, clearly lost in the moment, before he shook his head to clear his thoughts. "Sorry! I need you to go back to the medbay. She... The little one, she woke up!" It was all he hopefully had to say to get her moving, preferring to avoid the specifics for now. Looking to the other sleeping anthroid, he approached and helped scoop her up in his arms. "O-oh, wow, she really is lighter than I thought. . Anyway, I'll bring her carefully, just... Go talk to the other one, see if she's ready to be let out. She woke up and she didn't seem to like being in there, but I'm not authorized to let her out." The redhead felt like his thoughts were all over the place as he cradled the anthroid's head against his shoulder and moved to briskly navigate his way behind Florence to avoid walking into anything. "I thought for a second what you did was successful, so I hurried to confirm it, but... Well, this one is still asleep. This better not be some higher power's idea of a joke... It's totally not funny." He grumbled quietly, forgetting Florence didn't have a full understanding of what transpired in the Medbay following her departure. Wait, what if the small one WAS active and recorded everything that happened? Oh man, he was going to feel like he was deep in a ditch... No! His embarrassment could wait until later, right now one of them was awake; That was the big breakthrough to focus on right now. Once he made his way back to the Medbay, he gingerly set the tall anthroid down before nodding to the tank. "Florence, meet Sleeping Beauty... No longer asleep."
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Calmly and quietly Archer procured the items he needed from a closet within the Medbay, moving to return to wipe down the surface he pressed his lips to. What followed next nearly scared the skeleton right out of his body, so fixated on cleaning the pod surface that he didn't think to look at the changed status of its occupant inside until her voice called out loudly. The bottle was dropped to the floor as Archer stumbled back, thumping against the non-empty bed where Florence had laid the other to rest before she took her out of the room. "HOLY FU- Y-you talked! You talked?! Y... You talked..." So caught off guard in the moment, Archer was still processing that the anthroid in the tank was now active and shouting at him. He didn't want to think about how and why she was awake right now. Did that mean Foorence was successful? Or... No, no, there was no way that his kissing the pod did anything. This was a fluke of nature, and that was what he was going to continue telling himself to deny what he did had any effect. "I'm sorry, but I can't let you out of there yet! But I know someone who can actually get you out so just give me a moment, I promise! You won't be in there any longer than you need to be!" Archer spoke quickly, resting his hands on the pod as he leaned in to get a better look at the small anthroid. For someone who spoke like a machine, she sure acted like a humanoid being panicking immediately after waking up. As much as he wanted to let her out now, protocol mandated he gets someone else on-site to do it because if he made a choice that jeopardized the whole ship, being thrown in the brig would be the least of his concerns. "Just be calm for a few moments, please." With that said, he shook his head in disbelief at what was happening and hurried off to Engineering to find Florence. Hopefully the other one was awake and that was why this one suddenly woke up. Otherwise he was going to have to figure out how to explain this to the wolf-girl ...
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Few things were more concerning than a non-functioning automaton... More militant hardliners would have certainly been very apprehensive about getting such entities up and running, at least not without being supervised by others who were armed. Still, those risks did not seem to stop Florence from trying to do what she felt was right, and his gut feeling told him that there was little to fear from these two... Now, he just needed to hope said gut feeling was right. "Well, they're both in your very capable hands then. If this works... Well, it would be nice to see a good Domino Effect: Activate her, and she'll know how to activate the other one." Florence seemed so sure of the plan that even Archer couldn't help but feel like he could put faith in her intents. Was it a long shot? Certainly, but it was the best shot they had. "Hrm... Yeah, I don't think anyone wants to voluntarily take a jolt through their body... Although, I DO believe shockplay is a kink... N-not that I would know or anything, but... Ah, sorry, I'm just trying to lighten the mood a little." The redhead winced when it felt like he was just rambling. Florence truly did seem to have a very good idea though, using the design of the anthroid woman to her advantage to lead a charge that would hopefully power up her systems... Even if it was only a temporary measure. "Right now, it's all we've got. Let's put our faith in this crazy idea. Engineering should have plenty of ways to pass excess power to get our girl up and running. Worst case scenario, you might make some people wary at the unusual energy spike from Engineering." Which, to Archer, probably wouldn't amount to much. Spikes in energy readings from different sectors were probably a little commonplace as people were getting last-minute checks and preparations for their mission. "... Huh? You want me to watch her? Well... I'm not exactly doing anything else... Sure, I'll keep an eye on Sleeping Beauty here. I'd like to believe other medical staff will be fine with it, at least... Anyway, good luck and Godspeed, Florence." Archer gave a two-fingered salute to the wolf as she carried the taller anthroid out with her... The silence that followed was unnerving for a few moments as he sighed and turned to approach the small one's tank. "Heh .. Sleeping Beauty is right. I suppose it works for both of you, doesn't it? Although you're not quite tall enough to be close to the original inspiration... You've got the looks though." Archer couldn't help but admit, moving to step beside the pod and lean against the wall next to it. "I'm just hired security on this ship, it feels like... I can't even fathom how I got caught up in this. I guess just being a coworker to your absolute cutie of a caretaker was enough. Man, I wish you could see her now. Shapely wolf girl, luxurious fur, determined personality... I'm starting to realize whoever made you two knew just how to capture the best parts of an anthro race." Archer continued, smiling as he realized in trying to talk to the sleeping small one, he was effectively just talking to himself... Oh god, was this how Space Madness started? "She's doing everything she can to see both you and your tall sister wake up. In a way, maybe the two of you can come to see her like a sister too... Me? I'm just 'that guy that hangs around her'. Or 'That pervert who looks at you funny because you're more gorgeous than you probably should be'. Honestly, I'm not even sure why im talking to you, vain hopes you'll wake up and catch it? Who knows... But looking at the two of you, I feel like you're going to be friendly types... So maybe when you wake up, you'll realize I'm friendly too and maybe we can talk as friends." He continued, folding his arms and looking up at the ceiling. He didn't know how long Florence would take, but he had enough time to probably share a few words with the unconscious small one. "I don't know if you caught our names during the conversation, but besides hers... My name's Archer. I hope you have your own cute name, small one. A name is what a person with a soul has, and even our Biobot companions seem to have found one. I'd like to believe you have them too. A name, and a soul." He paused for a few moments, before grinning. "Hey, did you know I almost got Florence to kiss your sister? I didn't think she'd do it... And she really had me going there. But she thought better of it... I know I tend to be brazen and fearless in social activities but I'm not sure I could have the audacity to get anywhere close to what she did... Although..." He paused for a moment, remembering he was alone in the room with the smaller anthroid right now. Well... He inhaled for a deep breath and let it go slowly. Then he leaned toward her tank and pressed his lips to it for a few seconds to plant a kiss meant for the small anthroid... Before he rubbed his face. "... Okay, that was every bit as embarrassing as I imagined it would be. Actually, maybe I should disinfect that too..." He trailed off, taking the moment to look around for some antibacterial wipes and spray to clean the surface."God, I'd never hear the end of it if Florence saw that..."