The Flamebringer
Troperia
Lounge
Michael frowned deeply, looking uneasy at the tenseness of the situation, how Mitch and Yachesa was acting, how cold Zevai was; even if Michael didn't disagree with how wrong, messing with someone's head was like this...He looked at Yachesen, sympathetic to him trying to calm his sister down. He wished he had the ability to calm all of this. Turning his gaze up onto his sister, frowning wanting to respond but he couldn't not with what Mitch just said. Worried something might happen. Just typing up his report and transcript onto his tablet, nodding to the pair but too afraid to talk at the second, a rush of anxiety.
Lohke's Nest
A high pitched chitter is suddenly heard, barely audible as suddenly a creaking of the ground is heard from one side of the room, alerting Torvohk to whatever's heres position. Suddenly the lights of the room switch on. Revealing the huge bulk of a giant insectoid creature, cover in a armada of brown near-black chitinous armor. Quad-mandables upon the front for holding and devouring food, pedipalps to manipulate objects close up as well as 5 pairs (10) long-multi-joined legs. The creature was massive, sitting besides a open panel on the wall full of electronics....and that's all ti did. It laid there, its whole body tilted like one might his head to the side. Watching Torvohk as he stood in the middle of the room, floor covered in this thick viscous, sticky paste and the walls and ceilings having this thick web-like construction.
Hangar
Blake was still down in the hangar, at his ship, working away. seemingly disassembling his extensive on-board armory and workship, taking it apart and out of his ship into many large cases, making more space in the large bulky, yet agile craft and installing a pair of benches and a series of harnesses in the back. Increasing its capacity from 3 seats, to about 11-13 depending on the size of the passengers.He kept some of his old small lockers in however, turning them to above-head storage for any passengers weapons and armor. Even if it couldn't hold an entire armory now. Then again with the Troperia as a home-base, he didn't need t worry about storing all his weapons, experiments, munitions, armaments, supplies, parts and personal goods aboard the ship. Planning to transport all of this equipment to either his room, to the armory and some to the labs.
Silas' Mind
"...A museum in the mind, feels snobbish." The litteral teen monster comments looking at the clocks. "So what's so special about 4:53?" He questions to the others, mostly Ejra before following Dominic further, making a curious look as Silas is pointed out."...this feels too easy." Matthew suspiciously points out.
Alexander
Outside the Barber Shop
Russell nodded strongly with a positive smile. "Yeah, that wou-.. " he himself paused in disappointment. "I wanna help, I wanna learn but its hard. I can't see a screen or anything. I'm not sure I can pilot anything like that...." He paused and looked down to his watch. "Playing games is one thing but a ship... If I screw up people are gonna get hurt." The boys passion self-defeated, by the seriousness of the hard task.Which he has a valid point, acing racing games is one thing but piloting a ship which people rely on and could deal serious harm is another. Especially considering how many times he failed and screwd up trying to get soo good at his games.
Gemini-IV Military station [6 Months ago...]
Sol-Laboratory Wing - Applied containment lab
(Some time later...)Solid white room, the walls and floors covered in fixed markers in even intervals, brightly contrasting in yellow against the room. A large metallic door, lined with lead seals the room, on the other side a team of medics stand idly but ready, unsure what will occur.
A large window peered in, reinforced and a shield overlaid. The faces of the various scientists on the other side, checking consoles, readings and data, preparing for their work to bear fruit or falter within the chamber. The work in question, the same boy as before stands in the center of the room, spotlights and cameras upon him. Nervously facing the far wall where a pair of sealed alcoves sit. He gulped, worried with anticipation though he was determined.
A voice came over speaker from the scientists in the booth. "Lets try this again. Log, session 2 trial 5 for subject Thirteen. Let us start this round with a basic AR-Barrier, try to form the membrane and reinforce, once stable hold it and try to repel the projectiles. Do not fear, they might sting a little if they get past but they won't actually hurt ju-" The scientist is interrupted by a deep, commanding yet soft tone. "Hey my boy, don't worry about that. You'll do great. Give it all you've got."
A rustling sound is heard, as the scientists reclaim the microphone. "Captain Austin please do not interrupt the test. You are here on observation, nothing more." They argue back, mic still switched on.
The boy responds, his lock fixed at the far wall. "I'm good. I wont let you down!" He responds defiantly, closing his eyes and refocusing. His revealed hands and face suddenly illuminated as various circuits light up from faint to highly visable glowing bright and green. He reopens his eyes, a halo of circuits around the outer iris glowed as well.
The boy extending a hand forward towards the wall and continues to speak, his voice echoing slightly, reverberating unnaturally. "Systems initialized, no faults detected. Re-configuring AR-Field..." A sudden distortion appears around the boy, this wave heading up his form revealing this almost matrix of tiny iridescent almost digital hexagons mapping around every part of him, even the individual hairs. This distortion fading behind this sudden wave disappearing again. "Systems ready; AR-Field configured for Barrier Matrix''. Beginning projection now!"
Out a small distance from the boys hand a much larger almost holographic iridescent hexagon projects, shimming in colour between blue, purple, white and occasionally a gold glimmer appears, floating in the air. The overhead spotlights seemingly not interacting at all, not reflecting or absorbing light, simply it projects its own, equally bight at all parts, like a 2D object in 3D space. More then build off it of it, forming a small shield floating before his outstretched hand. Stable projection established."
A small impressed murmur is heard from inside the control booth, the scientists not entirely sure he would get this far though a scientist speaks up again over the microphone. "Very good, we will begin to launch you some small projectiles, block or deflect them the best you can."
As the two catches open up on the far wall. Revealing a pair of small modified turrets with a number of different sized barrels. Each begins to slowly fire said small projectiles seemingly foam balls with a decent speed towards him, which turret fires it random, but with about a second of time in between each shot.
The boy moving his hand and redirecting the shield that follows it position, with relative ease. Moving it back and fourth and deflecting the foam balls. The time between shots slowly decreasing from 1/second down to a continual random stream of 5 per second. Quickly and with effort the boy tries his best to keep them off of him, though as it continually gets faster be isn't able to react quick enough. "Expanding AR-Barrier Matrix." He declares, the shield suddenly expanding with a whole new ring and then a second of these segments essentially forming this hemisphere of a barrier before him deflecting all that flies towards him, even as the projectiles continue increasing in speed and fire-rate.
The boy looking determined, unerring at the rapid volley that would most certainly hurt (not in any lethal or serious way but still) if it impacted. Not phased, not scared, and no in any distress seemingly able to handle the strikes just fine from these flimsy projectiles. Reconstructing any minor damage done. Staring fourth confident..
Then suddenly, two additional wall panels slide to the side behind him, revealing two additional turrets who light up, setting their laser sights upon the boy...
edited 25th Oct '16 5:56:03 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."
The Eccentric Electric
Lohke's Nest:
Torvahk froze up in a combat stance the moment he saw Lohke, completely surprised that a creature of this size had managed to enter the ship undetected, even though it hadn't. Unsure of what to do next, Torvahk just stood there sizing up his possible opponent, who was much taller than he was. While he had seen creatures even larger than Lohke on his homeworld, none of them were this heavily armored. Though he doubted he'd be able to damage the creature, Torvahk pulled out his hand-cannon anyway and fired a single shot towards its head to test this...at least, he aimed where he thought Lohke's head was.
Living The Fever Dream
RETCON ALERT: This portion of the twins' story has been retconned out. Please ignore anything involving the twins in this post.
I just realized, I think I'm playng the twins as younger than they actually are. I might have to tweak their character sheets.
[Troperia—Lounge]
Zevai's attempt at de-escalation was impressive, but it didn't seem to get through to Yachesa, whose expression darkened at Mitch's threat.
"Sister," Yachesen mumbled from behind her, tugging on her sleeve. "Sister. He's not like them. I don't think he's like them."
The girl turned her head, but didn't take her eyes off Mitch, and whispered: "I don't care if he's like them. If he wants to hurt you, I won't let him."
Yachesen screwed up his face in consternation. He knew they were both too drained to create any more wormholes for the time being, and nobody had tried to hurt them yet, but at the same time, there was the fear in the back of his mind that they might be in danger. This Mitch person didn't seem like the staff from Europa, but his sister had told him time and time again that they couldn't trust anyone but each other, and time and time again she'd been right. He'd thought they might be able to threaten their way into being given a room and left alone, but it didn't seem like that was going to happen.
Before he knew what was happening, he'd retreated into his head. People were too complicated, too impenetrable. It was much more comforting to think about the level of computing resources that would be required to get back home. He didn't know exactly how big the network on Europa had been, and besides, their stress level factored into the calculations as well, and that was different. He knew the principles of localizing the wormholes, though, and that would be enough to estimate the level of computing power needed.
Without another word, he sat down on the floor, his face blank.
Yachesa glanced back at him, but she'd seen him do this before. She just made sure she was standing between him and the others. He would come out of it when he was ready, and not a moment sooner.
But until then...
She sighed again.
"Don't yell at my brother," she said, glaring at Mitch. Then, pointedly ignoring him, she said to Zevai, "We don't want to hurt anyone. If you're nice."
[Silas's Mind]
Ejra snickered at Matthew's assessment of the museum motif, but shrugged at the question about the time, having mentioned that he didn't remember anything significant about that time. When they came upon Silas in one of the rooms, he nodded to both Dom and Matthew.
"Too easy by far," he said. "That's not him. His posture is all wrong and..." He tilted his head curiously, unable to explain properly. "There's something... off about the way the light looks over there."
Then Silas turned around... but Ejra was right. It wasn't him. Hopefully.
His face was missing. In its place was a formless blackness.
"Ah," something whispered from very far away, through the hole in Silas's face. "There you are." He sat down, leaned back against the wall, raised his hands, and... reached into his own face.
Ejra took a half step back. "I don't like where this is going, gents."
Andris—regardless of the personality he happened to be wearing at the moment—was an expert in the natural world, but a complete neophyte here, in this psychic mindscape that didn't follow the same rules. The most likely outcome seemed to be that Silas—or this thing wearing his body and mind like a costume—was about to attack them, but Ejra couldn't be sure.
Silas gripped the edges of the hole in his face, and pulled. The hole widened, contorting his head until—bizarrely—it was large enough to step through. The body sat back against the wall, and the arms fell limp at his sides.
Through the hole—the doorway, Ejra realized—they could see what looked like trees. Dead trees, arching over a leaf-littered dirt path.
"Please, come in, come in. I want you to meet a friend of mine. His name is Silas."
Ejra looked at the others.
"Not that I'm suggesting the creepy forest path in Sy's face is a good idea," he said, "but we didn't see any other exits, so..."
[Alexander—Outside the Barber Shop]
Whistler was silent for most of Russell's comment. When Russell reminded him of his blindness, his heads came up in confusion at his own stupidity. So strange how easy it was to forget something like blindness, but then, he thought, actual blindness was mostly unheard of on Tines World, because if all of a pack's members happened to go blind—which was also unheard of—they could simply breed or assimilate new members to make up for the disability.
No Tine, he realized with a jolt, had ever actually had to deal with a permanent, whole-pack disability. One member could be crippled or disabled, but that pack member could be ejected with relative ease. Some packs accomodated disabled members because they brought something useful to the packmind—heightened intelligence, maybe, or especially keen senses—but even then, such a pack was mostly fully capable.
If he was going to properly interact with singleton species, he was going to have to drastically enhance his understanding of their mindset.
But that would come with time.
"Everything is doable," he said with sudden fierceness. "Humans used to think you couldn't manipulate tools without opposable thumbs, but then we showed them opposable bodies. You don't need to see to pilot a ship. What's important isn't sight itself, but what sight does for you. What is sight for? Knowing where things are in relation to each other. 3-D spatial awareness. You can get that without sight." All of his eyes widened in sudden realization. "Echolocation," he breathed. "I wouldn't even need to make any major changes to the Godsgift's hardware!"
After a second, he realized that he hadn't actually explained anything.
"Godsgift already scans its surroundings continuously using an array of various sensors," he said. "We can reconfigure the ship to translate all of that spatial data into a format that's interpretable as echolocation feedback. Godsgift can help me create a headset for you that simulates receiving sound in three dimensions. Anything that couldn't be translated into feedback would likely be missed by a sighted pilot, so it's not like you'd be missing anything I wouldn't miss, and Godsgift monitors all the sensors by default anyway, so he'd be there to call your attention to anything you missed, just like he does for me."
His Ed's tongue lolled out in a goofy dog-grin. "And that would be the hardest role on the ship," he said. "If you can do that, you could do anything else on a ship. Engineering. Navigation. All of that would be easy with or without sight." He paused, closing his mouth. "Well, not easy. I mean, you'd still need training, but... you know what I mean."
edited 12th Feb '17 10:08:55 AM by SolipSchism
Alexander station
Outside the Barber shop
Russell just stares at Whistler for a moment, taking in what was said and trying to make sure he understood right, a keener smile appearing on his face. "I-I urm. Sure! If you could do that, i'll do my best! Ill prove to her that i'm not some worthless stowaway, I can be just as useful if not better!" Between the speech and the idea that sounded like it might work.A sudden idea on his face he shares back. "Hey Whistler, since i can hear and pick out a more sounds like a bigger range than a normal human; both up and down. Do you think we could set it up to use different frequencies to let help identify stuff. Like one for a certain kind or size of ship, another for asteroids, and urm... Well whatever else might be a thing?" Trying to contribute the best he could. Russell was no scholar, nor engineer. He was just a average school kid, just one who had grew up trying to find solutions to things.
the Troperia
Lohke's nest
Lohke is shot between the slits Torvohk things are eyes or a nose, the bullet hitting and being crushed by the the thick Chitinous plates dealing no damage and dropping to the ground... and the insect doesn't react. Quirking his body further to the side slightly more, then back again.He picks up the bullet in a pedipalp and just eats it. Not flinching or anything.
Longue
Michael gulps slightly and calls out at the girl. "T-then stop being a h-hypocrite! Be n-nice yourself. Y-Your the one demanding t-things.. Can everyone else just please stop!" He lets out frustrated, slightly worried as well as looking sad towards her brother.edited 25th Oct '16 10:36:07 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."
Troperia
Lounge
"'Niceness' is a two-way street." Mitch says to Yachesa. Despite her attempts to ignore him, it's obvious she can still hear him loud and clear.
Silas' Mind
Dominic looks perplexed as not-Silas talks to the group and shows them a path. "...In my years, I've never seen anything quite like this. And it's certainly not comforting. But yes, it looks like this our way through." He ushers the others to follow him, stepping into the portal.
The Flamebringer
That was an attempt at de-escalation? No, that was Zevai agreeing with their actions.
The Eccentric Electric
Lohke's Nest:
Torvahk just stood there, stunned but not completely surprised at what just happened. He figured the creature was tougher than it looked and now had visual evidence to confirm what had just happened. Torvahk would have then tested what a fully-charged shot would have done, had it not been for the fact that he was low on ammo. Since a fully-charged shot took six rounds, he'd be completely out of ammunition if he tried that. Instead, Torvahk turned on the shock baton and threw it toward the creature before trying to run away, only to trip and fall face-down due to the stickiness of the floor. He'd then scramble to recover before trying to run to the exit.
Living The Fever Dream
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'd by Izshta. Re: de-escalation, I read Zevai's comment as conciliatory. Like a sort of "Don't worry, I'm on your side" comment. Your post doesn't conflict with anything I posted, though, so I'm not going to edit.
[Alexander Station—Outside the Barber Shop]
"I don't see why not," Whistler said. "We could... Well, I mean, that's basically already how color works, so we could construct a similar system for sounds. Higher and lower frequencies to simulate color or texture." He looked sidelong up at Russell. "I mean, it'd be a lot of noise to process. You'd be hearing the equivalent of 3-D vision in all directions. Way more information than the average human actually hears. But we can always adjust that. Filter out some information that isn't vital so you can focus on the information that is."
His Di yipped excitedly. "This is gonna be awesome!"
RETCON ALERT: This portion of the twins' story has been retconned out. Please ignore anything involving the twins in this post.
[Troperia— Lounge]
Yachesa scowled at Michael and Mitch.
"We haven't done anything to anyone here," she pointed out, "but you said you wanted to kill us."
On the one hand, she obviously had a very skewed notion of what 'nice' actually meant, but on the other, she kind of had a point. He certainly hadn't said he wanted to, but he had threatened the possibility. The only reason she hadn't reacted catastrophically to that threat was because he'd only threatened to kill them. She'd spent so many nights wishing that the people on Europa would kill them, that the idea of death wasn't really intimidating anymore. It definitely wasn't attractive, but it was preferable to what they had gone through on Europa.
Gonna sit a moment on Silas's Mind and let others react before I post.
edited 12th Feb '17 10:09:27 AM by SolipSchism
Troperia
Lounge
"Why do you think I'm pointing that out?" Mitch replied to Zevai, as if it was very obvious. "Plus, he gets it, so I don't see why she wouldn't." He points offhandedly to Yachesen.
"I said I'd have a reason to, if I had to. If I actually wanted to do that, I wouldn't warn you." He says to Yachesa. "If you're going to be stuck here for a while, might as well try to get along with each other. I'd like to be able to go to sleep without worrying someone might cut me in half with a wormhole. And I imagine you'd like it if the floors don't melt."
edited 25th Oct '16 12:27:15 PM by AqueousBunnies
The Flamebringer
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Fair, that was kind of her point. "You're the one in the right here," basically.
Alexander station
Outside the Barber shop
"I can take !" He quickly affirms. "I already try and map out everywhere by sound as it is, I always have. That's the whole point of this thing." Russell continues gesturing to his watch.He tried to move over and pet Di now at his yipped response. "Yeah, yeah it will! As you said everything is doable!" He had this huge smile on his face, a determined look. If he could even do such a expression there would be the proverbial fire in his eyes; they just remained the same cloudy gray and emotionless. Russell wanted to prove he could do it, regardless of how hard it would be or how much work he would have to put into it. It wouldn't be the first time he's done something as crazy sounding as 'Yeah the blind kid is now a pilot' just look at him hover-boarding.
the Troperia
Longue
Michael looks back and fourth between Zevai, Mitch and Yachesa like he had been shot at pausing for a few moments before he just stops his typing on his tablet his expression breaking. Rising from his position, head damped and lowered, his tablet held close to his chest he just left without saying a word. Looking suddenly defeated and frustrated. As soon as he turned the corner probably loud enough to be heard he just sprints off down the crew-deck towards his room.Lohke's Nest
Lohke quriked its body slightly as the stun baton flew over quick, Lohke suddenly spurting some white globular pulp out to intercept it and slow it. So it lands harmlessly besides him. The giant insectoid grabbing it (electrical shocking end first) and started to wander across the room towards the prone Torvahk, dropping the stun baton besides him again and doing little more.Gemini-IV Military station [6 Months ago...]
Sol-Laboratory Wing - Applied containment lab
At the second set of turrets revealing themselves the boy calls out something unintelligible throwing his other hand in that direction. Rapidly assembling more barrier forms on the other side, not enough however as one slips past before the sector is built striking the boy in the chest. Not enough to deal serious harm but it was still a fast ball. The boy getting knocked back onto his butt and the barrier breaking down and shattering into what almost for a second looks like a bunch of 1's and 0's before disappearing. The turrets all stop fire, the experiment quickly ending as the doors open and despite the lack of seeming harm, the medic team rush in to inspect the boy. Check that he is okay.
...Meanwhile in the science booth, off the speaker systems the Captain and scientists discussed things. "That is better than subjects 1 through 12 given his relative age."
"With all due respect captain and not to beat around a dead topic, we still are oppose your plans here. I understand the boy was in critical condition and you wanted to save him but our procedure was irreversible. We're not even entirely sure how his body will handle its growth, assuming it does through pubescent periods from changes we had to make in the nervous and hormonal systems."
"I was not going to let some slaver group be the cause of this kids death and with his performance, in a few years time when he's old enough. He might make the best candidate for the Cernunnos' activation procedure. Plus its too late now for you to object, its done. Unless you are implying what you think you are."
"N-No sir! Just the AI core however, with his youth might be capable of overpowering his so far underdev-"
"It wont, we can reroute it through alpha channels only. I have no intent on letting a cadet of mine suffer. "
"Yes sir..." The scientists sigh. "That leaves us mostly with his mental state. He is reluctant to work except when you're around, he see's you as a hero, a role model, a figure to fight for. Good for Syncrosis but not soo much against other things, consider if you're MIA and he is the operator, the vessel-"
The conversation is interrupted as the door to the chamber is opened and suddenly the boy rushes in to hug Captain Austin, diving up for a hug on the huge military clad man, whom does immediately comply and grab him, returning said hug. "Look at you my little champ, you blew away what the boys here expected of you."
The boys voice has returned to normal, equally all of the circuitry has calmed wont to being faint or not at all visible again. "Yes sir, I did it all as I said I would. Sorry I didn't sto-"
"Hey, no worry. Your first time since you're back up and you could do that. It's impressive."
The boy nodded back quickly with a huge smile, affectionately rubbing his cheek against the captains beard since he was being held high enough to do such.
The Captain chuckled a little holding him, looking to the scientists with a nod. "Good work for now, pack it up. Send me any analysis you do. we're out of here." He informs them as he turns still holding the boy and leaves. The boy waves over his shoulder at them before turning to just hugging...
edited 25th Oct '16 1:29:35 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."
RETCON ALERT: This portion of the twins' story has been retconned out. Please ignore anything involving the twins in this post.
[Troperia—Lounge]
Yachesa narrowed her eyes at Mitch. For all his talk about wanting to get along, he was really preoccupied with talk of violence.
"Fine," she spat. "If you stop yelling at us and talking about killing us, then I won't try to hurt you, which I wasn't going to do anyway, you... you jerk. But you better stay away from my brother. I'm not afraid of you."
She noticed Michael leaving, but had nothing to say. He actually seemed nice... She might try to see if he and her brother could get along, but that would have to wait.
[Alexander Station—Outside the Barber Shop]
"Then in that case," Whistler said, "I should ask if..." He stopped, and then simulated a sound like a human sighing. "Damn. I don't have my collar on me. Gave it to Godsgift to use as a robot head. I can't talk to him from here. We'll have to put this on hold until we get back to the Troperia."
edited 12th Feb '17 10:10:10 AM by SolipSchism
The Flamebringer
She paused.
"I would recommend not threatening him at any point."
She watched Michael as he ran out of the room, frowned, and shook her head, not entirely certain what had caused that.
All are significantly abnormal in a normal world... All are significantly normal in an abnormal world.
Alexander - Docking Bay
It doesn't take David long to find Rakiri, and he approaches with hands in his pockets.
"Just to make sure. You're sure?"
He never yelled. I specifically pointed out that he kept his voice normal.
Troperia
Lounge
"You're barely teenagers and you have the potential power of a nuke. Forgive me if I had to make sure you wouldn't tear this place into pieces." Mitch says, sternly but sincerely, unfazed by being called 'jerk'. "You're not the only ones on this ship with this kind of circumstances, and he almost killed me." He explains further, remembering his fight with Matthew, glancing at Michael running out of the room.
"I'd be glad to not do that." He says while facing Zevai, though it's indirectly also to Yachesa.
"You shouldn't be afraid of me. Also, I never actually yelled at you."
edited 25th Oct '16 5:55:22 PM by AqueousBunnies
Yeah, but Yachesa's a kid. You know how kids will call any kind of scolding or hostility "yelling".
edited 25th Oct '16 5:55:45 PM by SolipSchism
The Flamebringer
RETCON ALERT: This portion of the twins' story has been retconned out. Please ignore anything involving the twins in this post.
Whoops, tried to edit this in and got 'd.
[Troperia—Lounge]
Yachesa sneered at Mitch's comment about nukes, and again at his comment about being afraid of him, but didn't reply.
"So," she said, "Can we have a room or not?"
edited 12th Feb '17 10:10:41 AM by SolipSchism
Troperia
Lounge
"You do realize I'm using an expression, right? It's like you people are just begging for me to get technical." He replies to both of them, deadpan. "Please let me maintain my veneer of being a common soldier." He says this joke as if he wasn't talking about killing children just a minute ago.
"Crew quarters are on this floor, but you'd probably get lost without a map. I can show you the way."
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[Troperia—Lounge]
"I want her to show us," Yachesa said, pointing at Zevai. "I don't like you."
edited 12th Feb '17 10:11:00 AM by SolipSchism
Troperia
Lounge
"Aren't you forgetting something?" Mitch points out, turning his eyes to Yachesen.
RETCON ALERT: This portion of the twins' story has been retconned out. Please ignore anything involving the twins in this post.
[Troperia—Lounge]
"Leave him alone," the girl said fiercely, sidestepping slightly to keep herself between them. "He has to stay with me." The way she said it, one would think she had completely missed the conversation about threatening people; the unspoken message was crystal clear. Or else.
edited 12th Feb '17 10:11:07 AM by SolipSchism
Troperia
Lounge
"...Hm." Mitch thinks for a bit, almost as if he didn't here what Yachesa said. He takes a couple slow, careful steps towards Yachesen, then crouches down, both so he can face him and to make himself look less threatening.
"What's the double integral of y plus 2x time e to the power of y, over the region of 0 to 2 for the x axis and 1 to 2 for the y axis?" He asks him in a much softer voice.
RETCON ALERT: This portion of the twins' story has been retconned out. Please ignore anything involving the twins in this post.
[Troperia—Lounge]
Yachesa drew her teeth back in an animalistic snarl, keeping herself between the two, but at the question, her brother's head came up.
He blinked. "3 plus 4e squared plus 4enote ," he murmured. "But what does that have to do with incompatible host-netwo..." he trailed off, a dazed look on his face.
Yachesa spun around, crouched down to put her hands on Yachesen's shoulders.
"Brother?" she breathed. "It's okay. You don't have to go kinetic. We're okay." She looked at Mitch over her shoulder, a strange expression on her face. At least she wasn't glaring at him anymore.
"What is that for?" her brother asked.
"What is what for?"
"The math problem. What are you using it for?"
"I didn't say that," Yachesa said, confused. She looked at Mitch again. "He did."
Yachesen leaned around his sister to look at Mitch, but shrank back again. He didn't repeat the question.
"It's okay," the girl said again. "It's okay. You're back now. We're safe."
edited 12th Feb '17 10:11:14 AM by SolipSchism
