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cometofjustice​:

Duo felt an unpleasant sensation when she took the clamps out, but his arm didn’t hurt as much now that his tubing had been reconnected. The reduced pain allowed him a bit more mental clarity as well.

“Thank you. But… I admit there isn’t very much of a story to tell. The creators of my people disappeared so long ago that almost everything about them has been lost to time, but I have managed to piece together some of their history in my travels… According to my studies, they were once a sprawling, highly advanced spacefaring civilization that lived in perfect harmony with machines, but the invention of Justice & Evil Energy caused their entire nation to divide. The two sides then designed powerful robots using their respective energies, and waged war up until their mysterious disappearance. My people were created during this war to serve as a galactic police force, and to guard our creators’ star systems against invaders. Even after they were long gone, we continued to patrol their ancient boundaries. Although I am young, somewhere within I still know the outline of where their empire once stood…” He said, briefly gazing off in what was presumably the direction of his home. “…The fifteen-headed serpent who attacked you was also a remnant of the war. His name was Araxxus, and he was working against my efforts from the shadows. His kind were designed to oversee a variety of dark operations, but I think he may have been the last… Once I regain my strength, I’m going to gather up his remains and dispose of them in the nearest star. The secrets of this abhorrent technology must never be rediscovered…” He explained, his eyes narrowing slightly.

When Krigg would approach Duo’s wounded leg, he would remove the hand he had been using to suppress the bleeding. Liquid plasma dripped from his gloved fingertips and hit the floor with sharp hisses, causing him to flinch at the sound.

“Sorry.” He mumbled.

As promised, Krigg listened to Duo’s story with quiet attention, setting briefly down her tools and sitting cross-legged on the cool cargo bay flooring with a little thump, hands folded on her lap. Faint star-shaped pupils kept minutious track of the ancient being’s subtle facial expressions, antennae perked as could be without looking ridiculous.

Despite the little alien’s idle hands soon starting to drum on her thighs, she hushed the easily irked part of her that always seemed to chide her idle hands. He needed some time to get back the fuel flow to optimum in his arm, anyways - best not prod at him and overload his circuitry with the sensations of her operating on his leg in the meanwhile. She might as well pay attention while that resolved itself.

Her own face going from unabashed curiosity, and just a sprinkling of wonder, to a light concerned frown, to a thoughtful pinch of her cheeks, she eventually scoops herself back onto her feet as the story comes to an end, and pitters ‘round the large being, tools in hand. The wound is no less messy than the first one, burning lifeblood dripping and splattering onto the metal flooring from the hand once applying pressure, eating at the protective coating with a bubble and a hiss.

“Don’t mention it. Rather that flooring be burnt than you fixing this with one hand.” She huffs, almost a laugh, at the ancient being’s surprisingly sheepish apology, inspecting the wound. No severed cables, but scratched and punctured ones, and she’ll need to patch them up and bring back the clamps, which she does with a light pat on his armor as warning.

“Remind me NOT to ask how old you are, I’ve got a feeling the answer would scare me a little. Organic beings operate on rather tiny timetables on the scope of the universe..” She continues to muse, half-laughing and humming to herself as patches of flexible material are applied to the torn, frayed cables, providing temporary band-aids. “...I’m surprised that anyone would even CONSIDER using robots like that Araxxus guy for anything, really. Making artificial life is one thing - making it INTENTIONALLY cruel is a recipe for disaster. Then again... that thing packs more punch for its size than most anything around. Clearly, there’s something tempting about that kind of energy source.”

“...Doesn’t that feel off, though? Working from a framework made by people who no longer exist, for a purpose they can’t benefit from? Even if that purpose looks like it’s changed somewhat.”

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!

cometofjustice​:

“It’s not the strangest thing I’ve been called…” He murmured, glancing away with a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“My name is Duo.” He said. “My purpose is to eradicate Evil Energy from the galaxy.”

“Well, at least you’re not MAD about it.” Krigg couldn’t help but feel a snicker bubble at the back of her throat as she spied with her little eye the giant crack a small smile. Well, that solved it - he WAS capable of smiling at all! She started to busy herself with unfolding her toolbox, giving her access to a somewhat puzzling range of alien-looking devices, most looking to be handheld, and a variety of small metal clamps, tubes and parts.

The unusual necessity of mentioning a “purpose” associated to a name was not that strange - the protector, whose name was actually Duo, was obviously synthetic in nature. That purpose, however, did earn him a strange look as the diminutive alien pulled out a handful of small clamps from the toolbox, leaning over the wound, looking between it and Duo himself.

“...You’ll have to excuse me, but I’ve... got no idea what that is. I’ve been around a while, but I’ve hardly scratched the surface of all the weirdly messed up things going on in the universe. Sorry- you might feel a pinch, I’m going to clamp shut the broken fuel lines for a bit.” Krigg warned before sneaking a free arm into the cracks in Duo’s armor.

She seemed relatively nonplussed when the gloved arm she pulled back out of the crack seemed to have indeed caught the slightest bit on fire, waving the glove sharply until the flames died down. “Name’s Krigg - of no purpose, no home but my ship, and nothing much at all. Just a drifter. A really good one at kicking butt though!”