[Troperia Airlock—>Med Bay]
Nodding, Andris carried Silas out of the airlock and, using the signs to find vis way, brought him to the Med Bay. Once there, ve found an unoccupied bed, laid him in it, and set to work restraining him to it.
If the beds have built in straps, ve'll use those. Otherwise ve'll improvise with what ve can find. Either way ve'll be very thorough and secure.
Finished with the work, ve stood beside the bed, watching him with an impenetrable expression. After a few seconds, ve looked up and over to where Greg slept. Ve seemed entranced by the images he was creating in his sleep. For the briefest of moments, an observer would note that ve seemed very tired, but then it was gone and ve was unreadable again.
"Troperia," ve said, knowing that at least Godsgift and the Troperia could hear ver, and possibly other crew members if they were listening. "I see that there are people aboard this ship with powers traditionally thought of as supernatural. I wonder if you might have any telepaths aboard. The services of a telepath could be very helpful in ascertaining the extent to which Silas's mind has been compromised. I would be willing to compensate your crew for the assistance in any way that I can."
"There's at least one," Godsgift said. "His name is Dominic. He seemed friendly enough when we ran into him earlier, even if he was a little distracted by the, uh, werecat problem. He might be able to help."
Troperia
Arboretum
"Yes you can, but it seems those memories are gone along with the rest... hm." Dominic looks back at Tor and Kyerine's direction. Despite his neutral expression, he's clearly concerned, and decides to walk towards them. "Everything alright here?" He asks, brushing off the surrounding plants.
Hangar
Mitch makes a grunt as Blake uses some of his mass, though he doesn't seem to be in pain. "I do practice it in private. I've just never handled that amount of energy you did in my own body for a long time." Mitch goes quiet for a moment when Blake asks what happened. Meanwhile, if he can sense it, he'll feel that there are unusual stem cells travelling in his blood to his arms to regenerate the tissues, originating from the Pempti bodies on his organs.
"Like you, my brother and I were designed to be warriors. Apparently they were too successful in my case. The geneticists avoid extreme personality traits precisely to avoid these kinds of things from happening, but minds aren't shaped by our genomes alone, so. If I don't keep my bloodlust in check, I can go berserk when furious or in combat. I learned to control it... or at least I thought I did. One day I slipped at the wrong place and time, and... you saw what happened."
"They can rewire my brain to 'cure' this problem. Hell, they've offered me a couple times. I'm not sure if I want to take it, though. Even with our predictive sciences and supercomputers, we can't completely tell what will be changed. I don't want to lose myself... either way..."
edited 15th Oct '16 3:07:24 PM by AqueousBunnies
[Troperia Med Bay]
Andris frowned. Werecat problem? "Very well. Troperia, if he is available and willing, I would like to request the assistance of this 'Dominic'."
[Alexander Station—Food Court]
Quite out of nowhere, a pack of six vaguely canine animals came rushing around a corner. They almost bowled Russell over, but parted like a stream around a rock, scrabbling to keep purchase on the ground as they all stumbled to a halt as one. The pack blinked up at the group; they surrounded Russell, some of them having managed to stop before reaching him.
"Oh," came a human voice from one of them as a few heads turned to look at Peter. "It's, uh... Peter, right?"
Suddenly the pack looked a little sheepish as they opened up and moved to one side of Russell.
"Uh. Maybe don't tell anyone I'm here," the same one said. "I, uh... didn't exactly ask permission to enter the Station. I just needed to run around. I'm really not cut out for the whole enclosed-spaces thing."
edited 16th Oct '16 11:26:49 AM by SolipSchism
Everyday's great at your Junes
Troperia
Med Bay
As Andris watches the flames, ve'll see that they seem to intermingle and melt together, almost like a tapestry of flame. The scene playing out in the flames becomes a little more discernible, showing what looks like a number of figures kneeling around a large, grand tower-like structure, the rolling hills of desert surrounding them.
Bridge/VIC
Rakiri activates the intercom. "Yo, David. Your presence is being requested, wherever you are."
He looks back to the camera when he finishes. "Yeah. It's much easier with Echireans, but if I'm around someone enough, I can attune my senses to remember their signatures. The only non-Echirean in full or part I can remember is Mitch's and...that's not who I'm looking for."
Arboretum
"I...Kyerine..." Tor trails off and removes his paws from his face seeming to relax as Kyerine shows him treasured memories from his past. He'd never thought he'd be so comfortable having someone freely explore his memories like he has allowed Kyerine to, unintentionally or otherwise...but, it was nice to have someone remind him when he wasn't fully able to himself. Their bond was strong...which also makes him question why he was so assured Kyerine would be afraid of him.
His Essence quickly starts to stabilize, both from the memories and Kyerine siphoning some of Tor's Essence. He lets out a gentle purring, perhaps a bit odd for him being in such a state and sits up a bit, licking Kyerine affectionately like a pet probably would.
"Sorry...I was just afraid.of scaring you. I don't know why, I just...I suppose I am sort of used to it." He answers, his voice losing some of it's bestial edge. "Also...you have a bestial side as well? That is a genuine surprise..."
Alexander
Commercial Area
"Um...I Really think you should maybe let me take a look at-" Amos pauses as the six bodies of Whistler suddenly bound around the corner, and around Russell before starting to surround him. Amos moves himself between them, to stand by Russell, his protectiveness kicking in. "Um...you're...Whistler, right? You came with Silas and that psycho A-...er, Godsgift...right?"
Old habits die hard, especially when no one else lets them die either.
The Flamebringer
Of course, the easiest thing to do would be to buy the materials, but she had no local currency, and Imperial Marks meant less then nothing here, so far from Accorded space. That meant... Bartering? There was certainly something she could salvage and/or share with... Immortagens. Definitely immortagens. Something that here, wherever that was, didn't appear to actually have. Not only would that be condoned back home, it would be actively applauded. But to get any money out of it, she'd have to sell it to a corporation, which would restrict access to only the moneyed, but then she could arrange for it to leak to the general public... Hm. Many variables to take into consideration, to account for.
Zevai pulled the data onto her slate, then started composing a message back to Command about her decision. Let the braintrust back home muse it over for a while and suggest what they think the best course of action would be.
All are significantly abnormal in a normal world... All are significantly normal in an abnormal world.
The Eccentric Electric
Troperia Lounge:
<Tekki: "Not a human even though he looks like one? I just don't understand you aliens..." Torvahk replied before fetching a glass of water for Michael and another one for himself. After downing a couple cups almost effortlessly, Torvahk would then admit in reference to Mireille, "She is one of the many reasons I want to learn your language. I don't know what I think of her, but it'd be easier for me to know if we could understand each other.">
Living The Fever Dream
Christopher's Room
Merrick picks up the picture of the flag, admiring it with a warm smile, "This is real good, kid. I think the cap' 'll really start feelin' better when we show it to 'im. It's somethin' our little band a misfits can stand behind, ya know? An' after we let 'im get a look at 'er, we c'n work on gettin' ya' somethin' nice ta eat. How's that sound?"En Route to the Barber
Chris watches Peter with quiet interest, I assume that wasn't something wonky in your rice he teases, slipping his hand in Peter's and turning his head to Russell."Do you want me to take a look at your watch? I've been told I'm good with my hands and f-ucking hell, where did you all come from?" he asks Whistler. He tilts his head towards Peter, whispering, "Friends of yours?"
Restricted Access
Lex makes her way toward the readings, nodding her head fluidly to Ragnos, "I've no quarrel with you either, I've made an oddly large number of echirean friends upon our ship these past few months. And I'm sure there would be room aboard for another, should he be interested."When she sees the readings, her face undergoes a series of rapid metamorphoses; beginning with the gentle fold of brow - which melted into a twitch a twitch at the corners of her mouth as a quick and no doubt mischievous thought trapses through her mind - and ending with a widening of her eyes and a parting gape of her lips in an inaudible gasp.
She subconsciously squeezes Jiko's hand back tightly, before clearing her throat, "It's obviously a vastly improbable chance that...one half of this fusion might...accidentally snuff out the existence of the other...isn't it, doctor...?"
edited 16th Oct '16 5:12:51 PM by GhostElm
"I'm as free as the dust in the solar wind."
Troperia
Arboretum
"I guess that answers my question, then." Dom says, making just a hint of a smile as he watches Tor and Kyerine.
Dominic, Prime Andris is requesting you on the med bay. Ve says ve needs a telepath. Troperia chirps.
"I see. I'll be right there. Come with me if you'd like." Dominic says the latter part to Matthew, walking out at a brisk pace.
Med Bay
Dominic notices Greg's projected dream as he walks in, and turns to take a couple pictures of it using his interface. He then glances at the sleeping Silas before turning to Andris, going straight to the point. "If you're going to ask me to look into his mind, you should first know that I've already done so, and the first time around I found his subconscious to be impenetrable. I'm not the telepathic specialist of my cell. Granted, it was only a quick reading."
Alexander
Food Court -> Barber Shop
"Well, you can sort of say that." Peter says to Chris, looking back and forth between him and Whistler before turning to Amos. "Yeah, he did." He then looks back at Whistler as they arrive at the barber shop. "So, you're just taking a tour of the station then? Us too, i guess."
edited 16th Oct '16 5:49:58 PM by AqueousBunnies
[Troperia Med Bay]
Andris watched the images above Greg with interest. Ve would need to ask about that when things settled down with Silas, if they settled down at all.
When Dominic entered, though, ve gave him vis full attention.
"Thank you for coming," ve said. "I understand. I won't ask any more of you than you're capable and willing to do. Am I correct in assuming, though, that when you looked into his mind the first time, he seemed more or less himself? I confess I am not an expert on his condition, but I have had a lot of time to research and draw conjectures." Ve didn't mention that for a Prime, 'drawing conjectures' meant more than just making an educated guess. "I believe that—forgive me, I should start at the beginning. Silas has an entity other than himself existing in his mind. Based on my observations, I believe it to be a personality which modulates itself through the personality of its host. This enables it to imitate its host, and while I am not a psychic myself, I would not be surprised if this trait helped it to hide itself from telepathic examinations."
Ve looked down at Silas, frowning.
"In Silas's case, when last he was conscious, the entity was at the forefront of his mind, in full control. I suspect—though I cannot say for sure—that it will be more easily detectable. My hope is that you will be able to ascertain some clue as to how to get rid of it. Without harming Silas."
"Uh, Andris," Godsgift said from Silas's wrist device. "Considering the havoc this thing is wreaking on Sy, couldn't it be dangerous to Dominic too, if he goes spelunking in Sy's brain?"
Andris looked back to Dominic. "It would be irresponsible of me not to admit that there is some risk," ve said. "Especially since I cannot be sure of this entity's nature. But I do believe that this thing is only capable of..." ve hesitated. "...of subsisting in the mind of a Prime."
"...Sy's a Prime?" Godsgift blurted.
"Not exactly. It is very difficult to explain. Ordinarily I would exact a vow of silence from you before disclosing this, but I need your help, Dominic. Suffice to say, we are not truly 'trained' to become what we are. We are carriers for what I can only describe as a semantic virus. There is no risk of direct transmission from a carrier, as the condition is neither biological nor parasitic in nature. The point is, Silas is a carrier, but not, as far as I know, a fully-fledged Prime. This thing may pose some risk to you, Dominic, but I do not believe that it can actually make you its host." Ve spread vis hands apologetically. "Of course, I cannot know that for sure, and I will not blame you if you choose not to take the risk."
"I wouldn't," Godsgift said ominously. "Sy's gone off the deep end because of whatever this is. You don't want any of that mojo, Dominic."
[Alexander Station—Barber Shop]
Whistler chuckled at all the surprise. He'd almost forgotten how surprised singletons were to see something like him.
"Yep," he said. "I may be a prodigal spaceship pilot, but that doesn't mean I don't like to get outside and stretch my legs. I mean, I've got twenty-four of them, so."
the Troperia
Bridge/CIC
"I see... So their nervous system I presume? Your kind are far more sensitive than I thought.." Michael responds incredibly impressed. "Uh, Hey Rakiri, I-I have a question. How do you see the crew overall? Like teammates, friends, something else...?" Michael questions over the Camera, a searching question.Arboretum
"Uh, alright... Got nothing better to do." Matt followed downstairs towards the Medbay, the nosebleed finally stopping en route there though its still visible under his left nostril.Kyerine just giggled to Toraq after being licked and hugged his big kitty. "Kyerine no scared of Toraq. Toraq saved Kyerine." Hugging as much as he could, wrapping his small arms around him. The absorbed essence posing no issue for Kyerine who was currently really happy that Toraq wasn't running away from him any more.
He wasn't at all afraid, but its not in Rhyshan nature to fear physical trauma.
"Y-yeah... I have a beast side I inherited from my father. I can use my essence to draw it out... I can only partly do it though. I cant control the full shift... It like my body goes on mean and stuff and does things on its own." Kyerine responds, clearly somewhat embarrassed at saying he cant control his full shift. Though otherwise was genuinely happy, and surprisingly mentioning about his family a little more.
Medbay
Matthew follows into the Medbay behind Dominic and listens, hands in his pockets looking about. Wandering over as the pair are talking close to Greg and staring intently at the flames, due to his lack of memory his fear of open flames gone as well. Just staring and watching the dream play out, and occasionally peering over at Andris and Silas...as the conversation goes on back and fourth he listens seeming a little bit confused but mostly about like what a Prime is and who the Godsgift is, nodding as he listens along. "By the verse this stuff is complicated..." He shakes his head. "It does sound like trouble, my bet would be not trying alone. You got other telepath friends or something you can call on?" Matthew commented, concerned giving his opinion for Dominic's safety.
Longue
Michael takes the glass of water and drowns it quickly, he really badly needed this. Especially after lecturing before hand, plus the meal.<Tekki:"Kyerine confuses me as well..."> Michael responds to Torvohk's first comment before pausing somewhat, a slight quirk of the head. <Tekki:"I see. I don't know much about Mireille honestly... She seems like a nice woman."
Christophers Room
Christopher giggled some more. "Yeah, everyone as a team!" He cheerfully responded with an infectious smile."Hey, you had little things with you before. What were they?" The young child questions, remembering Merricks companions vaguely.
Hangar
"Hmm, sounds a lot like Matt honestly... His bloodlust is much the same; not that he tries to control it half the time. They tried every trick they had to make us calm and obedient, for most it worked but every couple of us broke free of it. Many of us in berserk rage. Myself one of the exceptions to it. I didnt have the power to bend a spoon, let alone wreak havoc or go through anything like you did. Blake responds pulling back his hand, letting his eyes return to their normal hue and making a slight gesture as he steps onto his craft to get changed into the clothes he was handed.Blake was clearly not fully healed, but he was walking on his own and looking quite a bit better, enough that he'll just let himself heal 'naturally.'
"That cure... Its poison in my opinion. You can try to reshape someone's mind or 'fix' some fault but you are simply breaking them. Killing them, you lose yourself or the patients humanity... Or what any of us have left of it." His continues though the doorway of his ship, a topic that clearly both annoys him and that he has clearly though about alot, a clear hate saying the word fix.
Alexander
Barber shop
Russell seems very confused as he is surrounded, not only because of the disorientation but the sudden wave of ultrasound that comes with the group. "Looking" around desperately to get his barings. "Ack, what's with this noise. Its like a garbled mess." The human boy responded, holding the side of his head despite almost no one else being able to perceive it."I thought this things bugging was bad enough... If you can fix it, fine..." He responded, though the hand he was holding his head with had the watch on.
The watch having simply minor software bugs and malfunctions in response to Amos' attack, relatively easy to fix but its not really accepting manual input right now. Atleast by normal means.
edited 16th Oct '16 6:09:41 PM by darkdestinysoul
"After time adrift among open stars, along tides of light and through shoals of dust, I will return to where I began."
[Alexander Station—Barber Shop]
A few of Whistler's heads tilted. Then they started bobbing alternately.
Weird, he thought to himself. He's acting like... Then the pack trotted away from Russell, about two meters, which was about the closest two packs could stand to be near each other without their mindsounds interfering with each other. At that range, mindsounds were just barely audible, but faint enough not to interfere with each other. A pack could tell when there was another pack two meters away, but they could be comfortable at that range. He sat himselves down and watched Russell.
"Better?" his Ed said curiously.
edited 17th Oct '16 9:32:08 AM by SolipSchism
The Eccentric Electric
Troperia Lounge:
<Tekki: "Maybe she is, perhaps one of these days I'll find out for sure." Torvahk said before adding, "She was one of the first people to find me along with the one you call Mitch. I have great respect for them because of that, and come to think of it I haven't shown as much appreciation for Mitch as I should have." There was a moment of silence as Torvahk was unsure of what else to do at this point as reflected by his question, "So, what will we do now?">
edited 16th Oct '16 9:51:54 PM by ParadoxialStratagem
Living The Fever Dream
the cake is an alternative fact
The Troperia
Bridge/CIC
Afterwards shakes his head suddenly, just realizing he had completely zoned out. Yeesh. Hopefully he isn't getting space narcolepsy now of all times.
The camera asks Rakiri a rather probing question, and After decides to stay quiet for a bit longer.
she magnificent my bastard till i complete on her monster
Everyday's great at your Junes
Troperia
Arboretum
Tor smiles warmly. "That's true...I suppose I was being a rather foolish feline..." He says, and nuzzles Kyerine lightly, resting his head back on top of his paws as he listens to Kyerine explain his genetics, intrigued. "I see...I can understand that well. It's why I subdue mine...which admittedly is only delaying it. But, now that you've helped me, I feel...like myself, despite my current being." He finishes. "You say you got it from your father...is he like me, by chance?" He then asks, curious.
Bridge/CIC
"Yeah, more or less. We're sensitive, in a few ways." Rakiri answers, before he pauses at the question.
"...You picked a great time to ask that...''
Sighing, he glances out the window, the hints of a sad look on his face. "I don't even know anymore...All I keep doing is getting hurt or making people mad at me because I don't understand or know a bunch of shit I should apparently just know and then shit gets done to me and just...ugh! Maybe I'm just better off staying locked in my room..." He answers, frustrated and showing a rare amount of public emotion.
—-
Med Bay
The figures in the dream raise their arms to the sky, another figure at the top of the tower seeming to be guiding the others down below. Suddenly, in the air above them, something begins to descend. The people look completely marvelled at its appearance, and continue their worshipping in awe of it's presence. The being spreads out what look like wings, four of them, looking as if they were crafted of striking golden flames. It opens its mouth, and there is a bright flash of brilliant light.
...
In the next moment, there is nothing but ruin. The people, gone. The tower, naught but rubble. The descended, non-existent. The sands, dead and silent.
"Gaaah...! What the...!?" The flames subside near instantly as Greg sits up from the medical cot, panting. His body is soaked in a cold sweat and he looks frantic for a moment.
Alexander
To the Barber Shop
"Fair enough..." Amos answers, relaxing as Whistler steps back a bit. "Well, you're free to join us if you wanna. We're going to a barber, but...I dunno if you really have any reason to go there..."
He takes a look at Russell's watch, running a quick technocratic scan on it. "Oh, it's signals are just a little screwed up from...what...o-oh..." He trails off and touches his cybernetic finger to it, creating a simple direct connection to it's circuitry, and starts to repair it technopathically. "Me, apparently..."
edited 17th Oct '16 10:59:36 AM by BaronGreen
Old habits die hard, especially when no one else lets them die either.
Troperia
Med Bay
"I see. That information certainly helps." Dominic nods to Andris, glancing at two chairs to pull them towards the two while still recording the flames. "Reminds me of... hm." Dominic trails off when Andris explains the nature of the virus, taking a seat next to Silas. "In that case, I'll set up a mental 'tether', to put it in colloquial terms. If-"
Dominic is interrupted by Greg's shouting. "Nightmare?" He guesses, before turning back to Andris. "Anyway, as I was saying, if it becomes too risky or anything starts happening to any of us, I'll instantly yank us out of Silas' mind."
He then looks at Matthew, thinking for a second. "Val and Lex are inside the station. It would probably take too long to wait for them to come here, if they're not already busy. I'm not sure I can even reach them all the way from here right now. That leaves... you, I guess."
He looks back at Andris and Greg. "You can come too if you want. We're taking a look at Sy's mind to see what's wrong with him." He explains briefly to the latter.
Hangar
Mitch looks perplexed by the way Blake describes his thoughts. "I... wouldn't go that far. But yes, I know how tech like that can easily be used for immoral purposes. THETA's a bit strange like that. What they offered me was genuine, though. No one's gonna turn me or anyone else into a mindless killing machine, otherwise it wouldn't be anywhere near as popular as it is. It's just... think of it as a deaf person being offered cochlear implants, I guess?"
He follows Blake out of the ship. "Are you sure you're done? You still don't look very well." He asks out of concern.
Alexander
Barber Shop
Peter watches Russell and Whistler for a second, connecting the dots. "Oh, that's right. Whistler uses... infrasound, right? To talk with each other's brains. Or was it ultrasound?" He asks as they enter the barber shop.
He looks at Amos as he starts fixing Russell's watch. "Damn, guess I'm not the only one with control issues."
the Troperia
Medbay
"Cool fire dream, got another?" Matthew comments amused to Greg before hearing what Dom said."Wait you want my help?" He seems genuinely perplexed wandering over besides him. "I have no idea why..." He shrugs a little. "Gonna be interesting atleast." He accepts the idea, though purely because he didn't have much of a better idea.
Dominic could likely feel Matt's psionic energy is built up again, not in a way they're being used but just that his reserves have already recovered from his unintentional use to chase Toraq.
Hangar
"Guess we have different views then... Then again, I grew up with people trying to 'fix' us. Our bodies might be tools for them but i'm not gonna let my or my brothers mind get tampered with. Those are ours... Yours..? Well do what you think is best I guess." Blake clearly distrustful of anything on these lines."Not entirely, my body will still need a while to recover but I have enough... Unless I wanna put my nuclear brothers power in myself again." He responds with a slightly joking tone lightening the mood. "...Mitch, do you know how long i have dreamed of whats coming up..? How much I have wanted our nightmare to be over?" He questions, nearly done changing inside the ship.
Lounge
<Tekki:"I-I'm not sure... I kinda need to rest I think, and deal with all of this..."> Michael responded rubbing the back of his neck a little. <Tekki:"If you want to keep going more.. I could prepare more for later. I'll just need a bit, first time teaching a language to someone." He proposed. Looking back down to the tablet and frowning deeply at what was going on elsewhere.Bridge/CIC
There was silence for a few moments, partly because Micahel was answering Torvohk elsewhere in the ship but also because, Michael needed a moment to think...The camera then flashed and moved again. "Hey? Rakiri, I-I don't know if soothing happened b-but... I think, I think of all the crew, y-you included as family. I don't know w-who my real family is b-but, you guys have been there s-since this all started. If this means any-anything..." His voice responds, with a care filled tone though also his nerves were playing up, disheartened by what Rakiri said.
"I-I don't know e-everything going on e-either so... I-Its hard..." The camera watching, its single lense on him... Ignoring Afterwards for now.
Arboretum
Kyerine quirked his head to the side. "Kinda... More fussy than you, kinda like you right now and covered in black fur." the Rhyshan responded, openly not freaking out about the topic right now. Though he did broach it first. "Hey Toraq. Do you wanna see my beast-form, at least the bit I can control?" Kyerine asked, a little excited from how Mirelle acted and found him all cute.Alexander station
Barbershop
The boy calms as the group moves away, and as Amos gets to repairs... His mind becomming clearer as its no longer overwhelmed by stimuli. "Yeah, better...."He peers in Peter's general direction. "I-if that mess was brains talking... Whatever that means; it's definitely ultra-sound... Can still hear it a little..." Russell responds shaking his head a little, but also confirming to Whistler if there was any doubt about his reactions.
He looks back towards Amos, holding his wrist still as he works. "..don't worry about it. You didn't mean to... J-just make it stop.. please.." the fix would be relatively easy, especially with this direct connection. Only taking a few more moments of work likely for Amos to be able to repair the system and turn it back on again... Amos would also likely see on the Watch, something interesting within its files as he worked, first a huge series of diary entries audibly recorded; in addition to a file labeled "Patient - Cardiovascular medical report.".
edited 17th Oct '16 4:41:49 PM by darkdestinysoul
"After time adrift among open stars, along tides of light and through shoals of dust, I will return to where I began."
Alexander - Restricted Access
Both Ragnos and Brindle stay silent while the others say their respective pieces. It is Brindle who speaks first.
"Well, the basic gist of what this means is that the Echirean cells have mutated and grown. Or, more precisely, they've 'unlocked,' as it were. The process requires that some of the core cells be dormant, since we can't use all of them and, in Tom's particular case, we had to avoid the chances of Leeching transferring over. So, instead of the 37% cap we'd reached upon his maturing, he has somehow untapped an additional 30% of his cells. I'd still like to know how that was possible." At this, the older gentleman glances at Kijo, who remains silent, but now wears a little smirk, loving the idea that he knows something.
Both he and Ragnos look at Lex with expressions hinting at wonder at the possibility, but it is Ragnos that speaks this time.
"Well...I have nothing to judge from - I was more stable than he was when I was "put under the knife," as some of the people here would put it. I retained myself between forms. Though, if my own cells were to be activated I don't think it would change anything - I have been as I have always been. Tom though...well, who knows? If the Echirean can be brought forward, then there's a chance their places could be fully reversed. One could fade as the other takes full dominance. Or both could fade into an entirely new, hybridized being between them. Still...it's not for me to say. Brindle?" Brindle just shrugs his response.
The Kestral
So you're telling me I was...
"Uploaded and, if this message is any indication, taken to...hell I don't even know. Either way," answers David as he works on the device in front of him. It's just about done. The email he received from Caska has him worried, but there's really not much he can do at this point. He's just happy he managed to have a backup of Michiyuki on hand on the station, and glad that his cybernetics were recording everything. She would be up to date in moments.
When he gets the summons, as it were, he flits a quick message to Rakiri, saying that he is onboard the Kestral in the Alexander docking bay. He wonders what the man could want from him.
The Eccentric Electric
Troperia Lounge -> Hallway:
<Tekki: "That's fine. I would imagine you have plenty of other things to do."> Torvahk simply replied before putting on his helmet, but not before cleaning off the visor and the inside first. He would then clean off any leftover dishes, put away any organic material that could still be used for food, cleaned off the areas he cooked in, and left for the nearest hallway. There might have been a chance that he'd run into Sha'Koro on his way elsewhere.
Living The Fever Dream
[Troperia Med Bay]
Andris's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, but only for a moment.
"Us? You mean you can be accompanied?"
Vis face was like a statue carved out of lime, unreadable, but then ve nodded. "I would like to help in any way I can."
Ve glanced in Greg's direction. "Is he—" Ve stopped, addressed him directly. "Are you all right?"
[Alexander Station—Barber Shop]
"Sounds," Whistler said wryly in response to Peter's question. "Just because you can't hear them doesn't mean they're 'ultra' or 'super' or 'hyper' or whatever."
But in response to Russell's reaction to him moving away, Whistler bobbed his heads excitedly. In a way, it was like meeting another pack. Well, the absolute silence coming from Russell's body kind of made him feel more similar to a dead pack. A dead pack that could hear Whistler's mindsounds. Well, the metaphor wasn't perfect.
"Roger roger!" he said cheerfully. "I'll try not to get too close. Can't really turn it off, after all."
In response to Amos, he snickered. "Oh, no. I've seen what you humans do to quadrupeds' fur. I'm not going to be a pack of poodles with poofballs on my ears and tails."
Troperia
Hangar
"Ever since you were old enough to fully realize exactly what they were doing to you. What do you plan to do when you're free, though?" Mitch asks Blake.
Alexander
Restricted Access
"I'd say proper hybridization would be one of the better outcomes, assuming it's possible. You could become like me, with two sets of memories prior to the fusion of my two halves, and a joint personality afterwards. But, I'm not sure how safe it would be in your case. And keep in mind I'm naturally biased to this option." Val says to Kijo and Ragnos.
"I think we could make backups of both their minds, just in case anything bad happens. I have one of my own." Izzie chimes in.
Everyday's great at your Junes
Troperia
Bridge/CIC
"..." Rakiri just kinda goes silent at Michael's response, not expecting it. "...I...Well...I appreciate you saying that. Thank you..." He finally answers, and takes a seat at one of the consoles, laying his head down on it and waits. He looked a little more at ease.
When his comm buzzes, he looks at it, seeing the message from David. He sends back a response.
We're gonna go on a little field trip inside Alexander. And I need your help, or else I can't be held responsible for what might occur.
Arboretum
"Ah, I see. And yes, I would enjoy that very much." Tor says and he gets up,.shifting to a sitting position to await Kyerine's display.
Med Bay
Greg looks at Dom. "You could say that." He then turns and looks at Andris. Then takes a double take. "Uh. Yeah, but...who the heck are you again?"
Then to Matt. "Um...no, I don't think there are anymore. And what do you mean...fire dream?"
Alexander
Barber Shop
Amos answers Whistler, but keeps his eyes on his task. "Well, all my pets have been mechanical, so. I don't share in such rituals. And I'm only half human." He answers.
"Yeah, I guess..." He answers Peter, not liking the idea of not being completely in control of his actions.
"Alright. Well, I'm pretty much d..." Amos blinks as he sees the files pop up in his ocular HUD, then now being stored in his neural drive. He's pauses for a moment. "...Um...done..." He answers and disconnects himself from Russell's watch. "All fixed..."
edited 19th Oct '16 6:28:41 PM by BaronGreen
Old habits die hard, especially when no one else lets them die either.
the Troperia
Arboretum
"Okay, and no worry it no hurt." Kyerine responded before taking in a deep breath and holding it for a few seconds before things became to happen, first with a popping noise like joints going out of place then this strange fleshy stretching noise for just a second.
His catlike pupils shaky before elongating further and deepening in hue from the slight violet to becoming a much deeper blue, the same tone as his pendant. His ears suddenly protruding more becoming pointed "elfish" if you would. The nails on his hand becoming longer and more like claws. His clothes bought bulging a bit not sized as well for this slightly larger form, his overall height likely increasing a little bit as well but not a lot only a inch of two still making him very small.
A long-feline like tail slipping out and his hair lengthening slightly. His skin discolours in certain spots almost forming in the same shade of blue as his eyes and gemstone some cat-like markings upon his revealed arms, legs and what could be seem of his torso, neck and sides of his head; though not the center of his face.
He released the deep breath, and then just suddenly posed out for Toraq the best he could, even if his think winter's jacket was a little restraining like this. Adorable fangs in his mouth as he gives a huge smile. "Sorry I showed Dr Mirielle first. Still you he big kitty and i'm the little one!" Kyerine's comment ended with a giggle.
Medbay
"You were dreaming I presume and I saw all these moving images above your sleeping head made of flames. Not sure what it meant though." Matt explains, in a slow-sarcastic tone before shrugging. Assuming this was kinda a normal thing for this guy, why wouldn't it be. Dominic have telekinesis.Hangar
"Honestly, i'm sure not. I'd like to say take a vacation but, honestly I doubt I could. Likely i'll end up harassing them further, stop them doing anything like they did to us to any more people. Especially their 'test tube' kids." Blake responds setting off the ship, dressed in the clothes given. Not a perfect fit though he did have this odd way of making them oddly 'his', in the way he wears it.Alexander
Barber Shop
Russell rubs the side of his head a little looking to Amos with a slight smile. "Thanks... Ack, this things annoying when it breaks."Then turning his head to look vaguely towards Whistler. "Thanks but your noise isn't too bad. Guess it's good i'm broadcasting infrasound instead of ultrasound though, might cause you problems." He commented, rubbing a hand along his watch and having the holographic interface pop up, feeling along its tactile response system to make sure it was all okay.
edited 19th Oct '16 4:48:59 PM by darkdestinysoul
"After time adrift among open stars, along tides of light and through shoals of dust, I will return to where I began."
[Troperia—Med Bay]
Andris inclined vis head. "I apologize. My name is Prime Andris."
Troperia
Hangar
"That sounds like a noble goal. Just... make sure you don't turn out to be like them." Mitch replies, following Blake off the ship.
Med Bay
"You're a telepath. This might help you restart some of your abilities. If nothing else, more brainpower is always welcome." Dominic says to Matthew.
He turns to Greg, slightly putting out a hand to Andris. "This is Prime Andris, like he said himself. He's known Silas before, and believes we can find out what's going on with him." He moves his chair next to Silas' head, putting his hands near it.
"This may feel odd." Dominic closes his eyes, and a very faint shimmering glow appears around his hands. The others will feel their surroundings becoming hazy, as they're pulled deep into Silas' mind.
Silas' Mind
The group will find themselves standing near each other, as the scene begins to take their new shapes. Dominic once again assumes his mental form - small fangs jutting out of his mouth, purple eyes with darkened sclera and pointed ears, slightly stony skin with carapace plates on his arms and legs. This time around, he also has an iridescent crystal on the middle of his forehead, almost like a third eye.
Depending on how the others think of themselves, and if they choose so, they might take on different forms as well.
Alexander
Barber Shop
"Well, we actually have scientific definitions for those terms, but whatever." Peter says quietly, partly to Whistler and partly to himself.
Peter does a double take at Amos' hesitation, but doesn't say anything. He takes a seat on one of the empty chairs in front of a mirror, and a moment later a barber walks out of the back room towards the group. "How can I help you today?" He asks in a cheerful tone.
"Hm... actually, let me take a look first. I'm still trying to decide." Peter replies as he takes and opens a magazine depicting various hairstyles, sifting through it.
edited 19th Oct '16 6:27:12 PM by AqueousBunnies
Troperia
Bridge
"No its not, I only locked flight controls, weapons and life support, go ahead." Michael responds through the camera to Rakiri. Still once again, holding back the fact he realizes it would be pretty easy to break his locks if someone wanted to spend some effort."You can sense people with electricity?" He questions with curiosity.
Arboretum
"I just said i'm fine. I don't need to go to a medbay. " He responds with a unammused but not aggressive tone, his nose still bleeding slowly. "What do you mean Psion? I cant do anything like that." He seems to not believe Dominics words.Kyerine just looks at Toraq and shakes his head with an affectionate look. "Toraq it okay. Kyerine here... You got a beast roaring inside right? He wanna do stuff you don't want. Kyerine have the same." He responds rather empatheticly.
As Kyerine warps right next to Toraq placing a hand on him. A resonant humming likely heard throughout the room. Kyerine telepathically communing some of the happy thoughts of Toraq's own home he watched long ago back when he was saved, in addition to the fun time they spent together personally. Using it and his essense to try and calm him down.
Additionally Toraq would likely see a image of Kyerine's own half-shifted bestial form that Mirielle saw earlier, as he tries to absorb some of Toraq's spiking essence energy, stabilizing it by harmonizing it to his own. Trying to atleast.
Hangar
"Very well.." Blake responds with a deep frown, clearly not liking this idea. "...Siphoning mass, rewriting biological sequences for new host.." As he does indeed take some of Mitch's biomass to restore his own body. Greatly increasing the healing rate; its clear he is still being cautious doing this however. Drawing only small amounts at a time."Not using a power makes it harder to control, I had to drill this into Matt's head enough times. He kept making the same mistake with his when he was younger... So what baggage you carrying, can't be much worse than some of ours..." Blake almost casually asks, unphased by the topic; though a lot of his cognitive ability was focused on repairing his body right now.
Alexander station
Food court
Russell shifts awkwardly, still clearly having a little issue with walking as seen in his gate. "...This thing's just playing up is all. Keeps playing sound that's throwing me off..." He responds almost like he didn't want to though, still fiddling. Trying to fix it, though it does light up with some big red warning lights visible to the others a few times.edited 15th Oct '16 8:55:34 AM by darkdestinysoul
"After time adrift among open stars, along tides of light and through shoals of dust, I will return to where I began."