((3 And 22 For The Specific Asks!))

((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.

video game fruits!! 🍓

From {X}, @strebcr​

“...What.”

Of all the reactions - turn around, balk, scream, or just keep going as though nothing was wrong... THAT, she was not expecting. She was really starting to have a bad track record with getting caught out in the open by random people, but it seemed that this one specific time, the person involved was not acting like what he was seeing was anything out of the ordinary.

Just... a normal instance of someone skittering up a wall, getting ready to hide with a fresh stash of plundered sweets from the nearby shop’s discarded garbage? Or did they think she’d somehow acquired her loot in all legality - oh yeah, that probably was that, what with the whole advice on gummy worm availability. Did he know what he was looking at? Ah, whatever - best roll with it.

It then occured to Krigg that she was staring at the guy as though he’d grown a second head. The diminutive alien furiously shook her head with a “BRLRLRLLRLRLR-” noise, somehow without losing her hat in the process, and stared at the lollypop she was holding precariously in one hand. She considered what to do with it for a minute, before deciding to bring it up to her mouth, opening her fanged jaws wide and-

CRONCH.

The discarded stick, onto which clung a few bits of hard sugar, was shoved into a busy pocket as Krigg reassured her grip on the bricks, maintaining eye contact with the stranger.

“Thankch’, but nah’. Guy at’ the counter look’ch’ like he could use chom’ normal cuchtomers, ya’nno’, cho’ I didn’t wanna’ bother.” Krigg shrugged her shoulders, grinning through the crunchy sugary treat. “Ch’ not often ya’ see folks frequent the candy store often enough to know ‘bout ‘chales. Well, grown’acchh’ adults, anyways.”

@5mind​, From [X]

“What the... Number two? The heck you doing here?!”

Krigg hadn’t exactly been expecting company on her latest venture out into abandonned places - in that particular case, a dust-filled building whose barred windows and empty rooms marked it as soon to be past tense. She’d been expecting instead a long, quiet evening of scrounging up wiring from some of the walls, and other forgotten bits and bobs, skulking around the shadowed corners of the dead husk...

Then again, things hadn’t quite been progressing the way she’d have liked. She hadn’t even gone past the entrance hall yet!

Something about the cold, musty-smelling stale air of the building had sparked an odd feeling of caution in the small alien’s hindbrain. Some unexplainable sentiment of dread that had kept her in good view of the exit, though not enough to outright abandon her project. She liked to think she was not a superstitious person, though when she finally found a smashed computer tower, a potential source of interest, bitter disappointment soon ensued that was more a cause for consideration.

The flaky green plastic of the chips and graphic cards she’d ripped out from the cracked casing just crumbled into chunks between her fingers at the slightest squeeze. Not even worth recycling. She’d considered then and there calling it quits...

That is until Blue Two, local ai-piloted drone, decided to make its... her, entrance, stoping in from the main entrance and surprising a crouched Krigg. The small extraterrestrial blinked a few times at the unexpected, but not entirely unwelcome newcomer, readjusting her cap with a thumb.

“Huh- Guess I really picked my spot. Su’p, it’s been a while!” Krigg huffed to herself, the beginnings of a friendly smile beginning to creep onto her face, before freezing in an odd grimace as a sound echoing in the dusty, stale air made her antennae twitch.

Groaaaannnnnnnnnnnnnn-

Before Krigg could open her mouth to formulate a response to the unusual, and frankly worrying sound, it morphed into a crash, bang, rumble and BOOM as part of the building’s ceiling collapsed... on top of the exit, pulling a startled chirp from the extraterrestrial. Which felt entirely un-coincidence like. She stared in livid disbelief at the pile of debris, now sitting prettily behind Blue Two’s heels, blocking the... er, only exit path she was aware of.

“Oh, son of a BI-”

cometofjustice​:

“No, no, - tourism is allowed in the Astrean Alliance’s space.” He said, briefly raising his right hand to reassure her. “It’s a hospitable area, though there are restricted zones around sensitive archeological sites.”

“Oh.” Was Krigg’s summary, yet doubtlessly relieved response to Duo’s reassurances, accompanied by a light quirk of her antennae. “Good to know.”

The diminutive alien quickly found new ways to make herself busy by putting away her tools back whence they came, somewhat glad for the lack of sticky grease and other unsavory fluids normally found in synthetic life forms. At least she wouldn’t have to mop her floors thwice in a row for the stupid thing to leave - at least plasma had the decency to evaporate.

“A’ight, I’ve got a ship to put back into the stars! Or, at least good enough to haul ass to the nearest void station.” Krigg huffed, sounding oddly jovial for someone who had a LOT of repairs to get through. “Just sit tight for a while, let your systems finish the job. I’ll pop on by when I’m through. If you need me just...”

Krigg paused to rustle into the pockets of her jacket, fishing out a small, circular device with a large touch dial in the center, that she proceeded to flick with a thumb at Duo. The item landed on his chestplate, somewhat off-center, sticking itself on with a light clang that sounded rather magnetic in nature. “That’s a radio. It goes both ways - if you need anything, just holler.”