Caracalclaws:

caracalclaws​:

@stxr-bxster​ || Permenant starter call

“… Hey! Sorry for interrupting. Just couldn’t help but notice you looking a little lost!”

Arms fold behind her back, head tilted to one side at the… Well, the stranger didn’t look like any Mobian she’d seen before. But who’s Mint to judge?

“Don’t suppose I can help you at all? Uh! If you are lost, that is!”

Clickclickclickclick-

Starmap after starmap after other, obscure starmap, transparent patterns whizzing past Krigg’s eyes on the screens of her glasses. And not a single match to be found between the stars above the planet’s light blue skies, and the maps in her posession.

It’s quite rare. And it’s maybe a little bit of a terrifying situation. The universe is a bad place to get lost into.

The interruption in her search sets her worried mood to broiling, especially when that fateful observation that she might be a little lost manages to pinch juuuust the wrong nerve. The diminutive alien’s noggin snaps to the intruder with an expression of contained fury, shoulders hiking high and tongue held between her teeth to avoid spilling a loud burst of “WHAT DO YOU THINK, GENIUS?” and other related noises.

The anger boiling in the pot, however, quickly falls flat at the sight of the stranger’s unusually fuzzy, well-meaning face, all gas taken out of the metaphorical stove. And Krigg slumps forward with a quiet, defeated look on her face. No, really, she can’t be mad at that poor person.

“...Yeaahh... I am.” Krigg admits, sheepish. “Can I, uh... know where I am right now? Just planetwise, not... any more specifically.”

sea-m0nster​:

A FRIENDLY CREATURE! HELL0 THERE.

Oh, well that’s a speedy sorta’ greeting. She wasn’t expecting that! Krigg pauses a bit, before lifting a hand up to wave at the stranger.

“Hey! Technically, Imma’ friendly alien! I mean- pedantics, shmemantics. Groovy gear either way, bubble-head!”

cometofjustice​:

“It’s because of the Justice Energy that courses through my veins.” He said. “It’s an opposing form of Living Energy, and the only substance in the universe capable of permanently destroying Evil Energy. It’s the source of my life, which is why I can’t be corrupted.” Duo explained.

“But… that doesn’t mean Evil-based attacks can’t harm me.” He added, looking over the numerous grey streaks burned into his armor.

“...Justice, evil... the terms are plain, but I’ll be a space kraken’s uncle before I deny it’s a little silly-sounding. Feels like the sort of thing you tell grubs to make it easier for them to understand some more complicated terms. I’d probably kick you under the table if you came at me with that kind of story at a void station pit stop.” Krigg admitted rather bluntly, switching from her welder to another tool, seemingly unphased by splitting her attention between her work and the conversation. Her antennae were still tilted upwards, moving slightly with the sound of Duo’s voice, making it hard to deny where her attention was.

“But, seeing as some beastie infused with that “Evil energy” tried to snatch me off my ship, I can’t really say it sounds THAT silly, in retrospect. I could expect there being a term more appropriate to describe those types of energy in whatever language you started out with, maybe their own word even, but not one that can be translated.” Krigg gave a small pat to the heavy armor surrounding the wound, leaning back to watch her work with a satisfied quirk of her smile before resuming working.

“...I have... so many questions about all that. I mean, if you were equipped SPECIFICALLY to hunt down evil energy, who built you? Where does it even come from? Is it the result of some eon-old conflict that just puttered off and died over a stretch of stupidly long time?” Krigg’s agitated chatter died down, almost abruptly, with a light cough. “...Maybe not the best time to ask all that. You probably hear those questions all the time.”

“Alright, that’s... most of the internal mechanisms welded back together. Gonna’ reconnect the fuel lines, and then you should be good to, er... sit still for a while.”

((3 and 22 for the specific asks!))

3. How often do they show their genuine emotions to others versus just the audience knowing?

Krigg doesn't hide her genuine emotions often - it's not her type to tone down feelings of joy or annoyance for the convenience of others. Though one thing she does tend to mute, dodge, or control, is how much she actually cares for or likes a given person. Or at least, how much she admits she does. She's somewhat overly cautious about having too much of a bleeding heart, and she knows she's the type who quickly gets into trouble if she's too emotionally invested. Being too itchy and quick to jump to people's help will do that for you.

People who care too easily or too deeply often get hurt at the end of the day. Shielding yourself is important, even if it might involve beating your own knee-jerk reactions into submission. Or so she feels, anyways. Not that she's very good at it.

22. What simple activity that most people do / can do scares your character?

People picking their ears. For a specie whose ear structure is 90% outside of her body, and a little bit of complex machinery inside that is NOT meant to see air, at all, the sight of people sticking a finger in there makes her physically ill. Ears are FRAGILE and COMPLEX and you're rummaging in there like a maniac! EW!

@heliotropez started following stxr-bxster

“Oh this some uncanny valley type shit.”

As a rule of thumb, any one specie in the universe would someday find another that had taken the exact same shortcuts to deal with the exact same issues during its path to evolution. Weird similarities-but-not-quite-canny-ones across the universe were nothing unusual - it was a statistical certainty that you’d be able to draw comparisons between things from two different ends of the milky way.

So yeah, maybe it was rude to say your coworker’s face looked like that of an angry glurk. You could be right though!

But just because something was LIKELY, didn’t mean being faced with that situation was PLEASANT. Especially when the situation was, give or take a few crumbs, comfortably more than twice her height.

cometofjustice​:

Duo’s expression had softened slightly at Krigg’s amusement, which he mirrored with another small smile. He had also winced when she put in the clamps, but this time he remained silent. However, some of his exposed mechanisms subtly tensed.

“I… suppose it is strange.” Duo said, gazing to his left in contemplation. “…Luckily, those who came before me eventually found new people to protect. There were other civilized worlds within our borders, which my people guarded against outside threats as their technology developed. Once the inhabitants had invented interstellar travel, my brothers offered to help them govern this new frontier. The civilizations who partnered with us and adopted our galactic law are still my allies to this day.” Duo explained.

“Also, I'm… really not that old. I don’t know how your people measure time, but I will say that there are still many lifeforms alive today who are older than me. I’m from the… most recent batch, you see.” He said.

Krigg’s antennae gave a light twitch as her brows furrowed, expression growing thoughtful, the delicate appendages’ rhythmic tensing and relaxing seeming to mirror the grinding gears within the extraterrestrial’s mind.

“Hmm.” She gave a small aknowledging hum, an index digit tapping on the welding stylus briefly before she mustered the focus to resume her work, mindful of the tensing mechanisms and metal muscle. “Sorry about the stinging, I’ll work quick.” She voiced out loud. It occured to her then she hadn’t really thought about apologizing about such things. Painful first aid was something she was used to, and few drifters really apologized about that necessary evil. The forgotten piece of grace didn’t sit right with her then.

There was an odd caution in the way the large entity had been wording his story - a tiny piece of unmarked information not being communicated. It was subtle, but Krigg was used to the things people did not say.

And, perhaps, didn’t wish to think about.

She resolved not to poke her finger where it ought not to have been poked. Her privacy was something she treasured a great deal, and she readily extended that courtesy to other wanderers.

“Well, can’t say for sure I have any time units that fit any galactic standard. Measuring those when you constantly hop planets is not a fun activity, lemme’ tell ya’.” At least, the confirmation his age was within that of a living being’s gave her something of a range - even if that range could flicker from a heliocentric century, to several millenia. “From peace guardians, to lawmakers. Talk about a transition.” Krigg chuffed to herself, tapping the non-welding end of the stylus against Duo’s armor with a satisfying clink. “Ah- done, I’ll pull the clamps now. You should be leak-free!”

“If I get the chance, maybe I’ll pop on by that sector, it sounds like it’s got a few things to see! At least, I wouldn’t have to worry about wandering into a warzone - that’s no fun either.” Krigg paused, loose clamps in hand, opening and closing her mouth before turning back to look at Duo. “Wait - I’m not breaking some form of law by going THERE, am I?”