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Post by Valo Morei on Feb 18, 2019 4:00:16 GMT
Valo gave a small nod to Kalliope as she told him she was intending to soon join the celebration anyway, feeling like she was avoiding the topic for now. He knew full well he couldn't really force her to talk about things, not that he wanted to force her to do anything, and this wasn't exactly the time or the place to have such a conversation. She would open up in time, at least that's what he hoped for. All he could do was wait.
He held Kalliope's hand as she took his and followed behind her, happy that she was going to give things a shot. He hoped it would help her smile at the least. He was also looking around at the people and places they passed, but stood shocked as a little green blur passed them. He exchanged a look of surprise with Kalliope before she went off to follow him, and Valo wasn't planning on getting left behind as he trailed behind them. It seemed that he had underestimated Jilintor's speed, as an excitable alien boy at the height of his joy was probably even faster than him at his top speed. The little guy was nowhere to be found.
They came across Ji-ho, who Valo couldn't say he was very familiar with, and the boy watched him curiously as he offered to help them. Valo was about to respond that it would be appreciated when he had heard shouting.
"KAWANAHAA HOOOOT DOOOOOG!"
Valo would look in the direction of the shouting, not sure to laugh or remain dumbfounded. "I think we found him... D-did he just shout hot dog?" He asked, curious how Jilintor had learned that name. He had never once in his life seen anyone so excited over hot dogs. It was rather endearing but at this rate, he was going to eat all of the hot dogs on the planet. As Jilintor darted by again, Valo would run after him.
"Hey, Jilintor! You might get a stomachache if you keep eating that many! Or maybe you can teach me how to eat that many that fast, just slow down!"
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Post by Kalliope on Feb 18, 2019 12:53:57 GMT
Kalliope would've been more than grateful for Ji-ho 's assistance in helping find her son, but she quickly realized that further help was hardly necessary. Jilintor's ecstatic voice rang above the sound of the festivities. She stood, dumbfounded, as she turned to see Jilintor shoveling hot dogs in his mouth at rapid-speed. She couldn't recall a time in her life where she'd ever witnessed someone so excited over something so ordinary. But hot dogs, she supposed, are still foreign to him, regardless.
"Yes... I do believe that's 'hot dog' he's exclaiming," she spoke in reply to Valo Morei 's question. As both Jilintor and her boyfriend ran off, Kal would sigh and turn back to Ji-Ho. "You're more than welcome to assist us in getting him, we'd be beyond grateful," she spoke, an apologetic look in her eyes, "but I certainly wouldn't want to impose on you."
With that, she set off after Valo and Jilintor. While it seemed Valo was predominantly worried about Jilintor getting a stomachache, Kal was worried the poor boy would choke on a hot dog if he keeps eating them that fast while he's running and laughing... |
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Post by Austin Huntsman on Feb 18, 2019 15:46:53 GMT
[/b] Austin would give her a nod of approval. If he he ever wanted to start a league, she was on his team for sure. "Had a feeling you would be good at it." He would shift in his feet as she spoke about the type of stuff her people did, gesturing toward the mud wrestling. "Heh, yeah.. We do all sorts of physical stuff too. We have 'Sports', which a lot of people play.. Football, Soccer, baseball- Combat sports, like Boxing or practicing Martial Arts. Wrestling is part of that side." He quickly realized he was blurting out things she probably had little knowledge on, if any at all. He didn't want to overload her with excessive amounts of information, so instead he decided to ask her a question. "What about Music? Do you make or listen to music at all?" Austin would point up toward the nearest speaker that had been set up. He had always been a fan of music, removed from creating it. He was definitely curious if they had anything similar. Macht Stärke[/ul] [/blockquote] |
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Post by Sylvye Harthe on Feb 19, 2019 17:47:15 GMT
Sylvye jumped in her chair as Macht laid out his unexpected proposal. She was both surprised and embarrassed - sharing her hobbies with someone else sounded good until plans were actually being made... but this guy would never take no for an answer, and that was something she was very well aware of.
Well... while they were on the subject... "I've never missed a shot. Do you really want to embarrass yourself?" She rest her head on her palm, smiling, "I'm much more capable than I look." She added, eyeing the crate once more to remember everything that was in there, tempted to pull it down.
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She was short.
"Can you get that for me..?" She requested hesitantly, knotting her hands behind her anxiously.
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Post by Edisto, the Galaxy Girl on Feb 19, 2019 17:55:24 GMT
"Ooooh? Jack of all trades are we?" The alien princess landed in front of Orion with a big grin on her face. "I'm the mischievous destroyer of WORLDS!" She announced, throwing her hands in the air. "So what's Earth like? Is it pretty? Can I come?" She bombarded him with question after question, wide-eyed and intrigued.
That was until her short attention span was nabbed by someone else crouched cautiously behind her new friend. Edisto dashed to the girl, mimicking the expression on her face. She'd then laugh and rub her chin, pondering the question. "What am I? Hmmm... Oh yeah!" She exclaimed, circling her the same way she did Orion. "I'm Edisto, daughter of the infamous Lilith!" Lilith was a common legend around some parts of the planet, but obviously Nim nor Orion would know what she was talking about.
"What are you?" She returned the question with a cocked eyebrow, observing her odd posture.
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Post by Ji-ho on Feb 19, 2019 22:33:56 GMT
Ji-ho did little else than stare blankly as Kal thanked him and chased after the others - perhaps it was simply because he couldn't put the right words together in time, or maybe he just had nothing to say. He wasn't quite sure himself, but he bowed slightly to her back as she ran off before the color in his eyes shifted to his surroundings.
"So much energy. Kawanaha."
He was alone once more. An uncomfortable feeling settled in the pit of his stomach as a result, which prompted him to begin walking again - until he ran into someone else, or until he ran off a cliff. Metaphorically. Maybe. It didn't appear to matter though, as he ran into someone else far before he'd come close to the latter - a purple haired woman who seemed to be minding her own business, throwing some dart into a target across from herself.
The concept wasn't foreign to him, but the way it was set up was. Was it practice, for hunting? The darts looked far too small to be of much use unless they were coated in some kind of poison; and even then it was pushing it. The creatures that existed on Ayndr weren't so fragile that they'd be done in by such.. small tools - this was the thought process Ji-ho had become preoccupied with as he naturally inched close to Vivi Eris . His eyes were glued to the darts in her hands with an ever increasing curiosity as he nonchalantly began to enter her booths domain. Whether it be that his patience simply ran out, or maybe because she took notice of his presence- he spoke in a simple, dull tone:
"Are you a hunter?"
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Post by Christa Langford on Feb 19, 2019 22:34:19 GMT
Christas' eyes slowly fluttered upon, followed immediately by a groan as she tried to block out the sunlight that flooded into where ever the hell she was sleeping. She was surprised to hear music and general chatter outside, having a rough night last night she must've slept through everything. Christa sighed, "Typical me I guess." She lifted herself up and swung her feet over the edge of her bed, eyeing some of the few clothes that she had managed to scavenge from the crash. The natives her were kind enough to provide clothing for the Institute, but she felt like wearing something that wasn't so... Scratchy. After a quick change, she made her way outside to where the festivities were being held, not bothering with her rather disheveled hair.
The black-haired girl definitely wasn't feeling the festivities, but didn't really want to be a depressed loser either. She noticed a figure standing at the dart board where no one else was, the way she threw that dart kinda scared her but she decided to press on anyways. Walking up to Vivi Eris she grabs three more darts that were lying off to the side, "Come here often?" She says jokingly, she really didn't know how to break the ice. All of her spastic years really did a number on her socially.
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Post by Vivi Eris on Feb 22, 2019 18:17:17 GMT
Vivi became increasingly more lost in thought as the minutes dragged by, but she wasn’t upset. She wasn’t cheery enough to go out and socialize either, just… indifferent, she supposed. The young woman pulled the darts off the center of the target and walked back to her spot to start mindlessly throwing them again. However, Vivi paused when a young man approached her. She was decently good at observing people after so many years, but there wasn’t much she could say about this one besides the fact he appeared unusual.
“You could say that,” she replied. Noticing his gaze fixed on the darts, she held one out to him, “Do you wanna try?”
Her gaze briefly shifted away from the boy when another figure approached. Looked like the “socialization” was coming to her. Vivi blinked rapidly when she made eye contact with the girl.
“Christa?”
That was all she could spit out for the time being. Seeing the girl’s face again brought back a lot of memories, and she couldn’t really decide if that was a good or bad thing yet.
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Post by Macht Stärke on Feb 23, 2019 23:32:33 GMT
Axel cocked a brow at Cereza Nova Grey's responses, though he figured he was no one to judge. An engineer named Axel seemed about as weird as someone named Nova in any situation. He gave her a nod, then shrugged. "I'm still an engineer up here," he pointed to his temple, tapping it lightly. "But there are plenty of us here that do the same thing. So now, I hunt. I do work like that to keep food in the camp. Well, meat, anyway."He shifted a bit in his seat, then lifted his knee up onto the ledge and turned to face her. "What is it you do here?" Everyone was gifted in one way or another, and the old cadets from before weren't all just hunters or something. They all had a specific job or another, but he wasn't well-versed in what everyone was responsible for just yet. One hundred people was still a lot to keep track of when you didn't care too much about them all.
"HOT DOG LIKE ME!" Jilintor shouted again with a giggle, regardless of how far Kalliope and Valo Morei chased. They were fast, but the Teizan boy was strangely fast was well. He docked and dodged through numerous people, surprisingly not dropping a single hot dog on the way! Once inside the Starsquall, though, he quickly got lost. Thinking he'd found the room the other Teizans were staying in, he'd hip-check a door - only to wind up in Genevieve Stärke's office! "Aw, no Teizan," he sad, but walked up to the woman anyway. He'd hold a large platter of hot dogs up to her, a smile on the boy's face. "Hot dog want you? Tasty!"
"Boxing?" Halani asked Austin Huntsman, with a brow risen. As far as she knew, a box was something to put things into, so to consider it a form of martial art was a thing that further confused her about these Earth people. Still, she questioned it no further, only chuckling instead at the thought of people aggressively boxing things in a ring for others' entertainment. At the next question, Halani shook her head. Her practice was one of war, not art. "No music for me," she started, her tone almost regretful. "Music is different for all tribes, but my people play, ah... flute?" She held her hands out in front of her mouth, mimicking the movement of an instrument and how it'd be used, though she was uncertain if it'd come through quite clear. "And they sing, very much. Not very like this. This is... unique. Do you make music? Like this?"
"Are you really picking on the eye?" Macht asked as Sylvye Harthe mentioned never missing, and stuck his tongue out teasingly. It was a bit of a fun jab between them, but nothing he actually took seriously. "I won't be the one embarrassed. But, if you wanna talk tough, maybe we can put a wager on it? Make it a bit more... interesting." He grinned slyly, though that grin quickly turned to a laugh as Sylvye next spoke. He was just waiting for this. Macht reached up and grabbed the box with the one hand he did have, and brought it down to the floor in front of both of them. "There you go, little one," he'd reply with just a bit of a mocking tone. She could assemble the stuff as she chose, he'd only help if asked. Sylvye had a certain way about her he wasn't about to step on. "So, you willing to make a bet? Or are you a chicken?"
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Post by Sylvye Harthe on Feb 26, 2019 17:38:04 GMT
"Excellent," The girl said as she watched the box come down to an interactable height. She couldn't wait to dust off these guns again - mostly so she could shoot Macht, the interns, and anyone else who decided disrupting her work was a good idea.
...
Wait a second.
"Little one? Well, aren't you clever." The girl rolled her eyes, plucking the photo of her from atop of the box and placing it in her lap. Sylvye wasn't offended as much as she was embarrassed. Remarks about her height? She could play that game too. "Dunk your head in green dye and I could call you the Jolly Green Giant." A finger rest on her chin as more comparisons came to mind, but she would drop it at the sound of a fool making a bet with her.
"Pardon?" She'd tilt her head with a brow raised. Was he really making a bet with her? Furthermore, was calling her a chicken both a motivation to make a wager, and a short joke? This man was treading on thin line...
"Fine then. What do you have in mind, Redwood?"
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Post by Macht Stärke on Feb 26, 2019 22:24:56 GMT
It was funny to see Sylvye get so excited over a gesture so small, but it was funnier still to see her admittedly late reaction to his poor attempt at a jab. Macht couldn't help but chuckle when she spoke up, and he only chuckled further when she returned the jab with one of her own. There was a reason he liked having her around, even if the two seemed almost like polar opposites. It helped she could take a joke or two.
"There's the spirit!" He smiled, topping off the cake and wiping his lips. "So, here's what I'm thinking. Set the targets up however you want, loser does whatever the winner says for, what... Let's say 48 hours. How's that sound?"
Macht grinned even wider now, knowing already what would happen if he won. Thinking of having Sylvye go out on an expedition for once was great, now making it a reality could be even better.
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Post by Orion Smith on Feb 27, 2019 18:49:12 GMT
Orion laughed softly at Edisto's proclamation of destroyer of worlds.
"Hah. I do what is needed. I'm unsure what is more terrifying, the destroyer of worlds part or the mischievous part."
Orion then watched as someone else approached and questioned Edisto, who proclaimed herself as the daughter of Lilith.
"Lilith huh? Back on Earth we have tales of a Lilith. Couple different ones actually."
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Post by Sylvye Harthe on Feb 27, 2019 20:10:29 GMT
"I never took you for the betting type, Redwood. It's unfortunate that you'll lose." The girl slyly smiled. It seemed they'd be at each other's throats about this, which she was okay with for the first part. When Sylvye wasn't at work, she was practicing her aim, beit on targets, objects, or living things. It wasn't likely she'd lose at her own game, but in the event that she did, she knew she'd immensely regret it. Macht wouldn't challenge her to a sport with a clear disadvantage if there were no ulterior motive. But, then again, she could have been underestimating the walking tree.
The girl would set the plate of cake next to her computer, brushing off her bony legs before standing up. "I don't know what you're planning; don't be surprised when I shoot you." There was no if. It was only a matter of time.
"Take what you want from the box. Touch my M9's and I'm telling the database to blow up." She glared at him, "For every time you annoy me, it's a flick on the forehead." She added. The random tidbit would go a long way. Eventually, he'd fear her tiny fingers.
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Post by Macht Stärke on Feb 28, 2019 3:52:08 GMT
"Really? Never?" Macht asked with a cocked brow, genuinely surprised about that comment. Perhaps it was just in just, but it caught him off guard. Nevertheless, he enjoyed that attitude, and it showed by the grin that seemed as though it wasn't going to stop growing. "I could very well lose, but I don't plan on it."
It was a bluff, certainly, but there was no way Sylvye would know that. She did this quite often, as basically part of her life by now; meanwhile, Macht was a man of martial arts, not gunplay, and was also missing an eye. Stacked odds though they may be, he was looking forward to it, and excitedly pulled a pistol from the crate and began to load it.
"Yeah yeah, I won't touch. Just get it set up, since you got more hands than me. Think of how much you'll enjoy your loss while you do, and we're all set. Sound fun?"
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Post by Austin Huntsman on Mar 2, 2019 23:56:19 GMT
[/b] He would shrug after he spoke. Austin was much better at other aspects of society. Boxing was something he was much better at and potentially something she would better grasp. "I was more of a.. Warrior, myself. Boxing is a form of fighting in our culture, a combat sport. Two people put on padded gloves and fight in a ring." After Austin had returned to speaking on boxing, he would display a short combo as he shadowboxed in front of her. "Basically, they punch each other until so.eone gives up or gets knocked out." It was really the simplest way he could think of explaining it to her. "I was a little bit of a trouble-maker when I was younger- Rough life and fighting was probably what I did best. Boxing was something I enjoyed doing, personally." There was a bit of an understatement when he spoke, but he wasn't about to go into detail, choosing to leave out a lot of the negative things he had done in his past. "What about you, Halani? What is it you like doing?" Austin was more interested in her, what she did and how her people operated. The more knowledge he could accumulate, the better they could try to mold and assimilate without conflict. Kiin[/ul] [/blockquote] |
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