I Hope These Aren't Too Many At Once. ^^;

I hope these aren't too many at once. ^^;

7. What would you (mun) yell in the middle of a crowd to find them? What would their best friend and/or romantic partner yell?

16. What kinds of people do they have arguments with in their head?

19. What would they do if stuck in a room with the person they’ve been avoiding?

42. If invited to a TED Talk, what topic would they present on? What would the title of their presentation be?

7. What would you (mun) yell in the middle of a crowd to find them? What would their best friend and/or romantic partner yell?

"HEY, GREEN PEA! YOU FORGOT YOUR HEIGHT AT HOME!"

Krigg really does not like people picking on her height, despite her having thick enough skin to handle it, so that would get her attention expeditiously quick. A friend who knows her well enough might call her name, instead take advantage of her appetite by mentionning her favourite treat.

"I got Yon blossoms!"

16. What kinds of people do they have arguments with in their head?

People she's not likely going to meet again, be it because they've passed, or because she's actively trying not to see them again. Beyond that, they're usually people whom she looked up to, or had a level of responsibility towards, either sworn or entirely self-made. Often times, her wandering mind fills in the blanks of what they might have said to her. They're rarely ever saying nice things, presiding as harsh judges over her present actions.

On less distressing notes, the person she talks most and argues with in her own brainscape is herself, and those conversations can be entirely humoristic, or her sense of caution acting up, or her calling herself an idiot. 19. What would they do if stuck in a room with the person they’ve been avoiding?

Lie. Lie through her TEETH to avoid speaking honestly to the person she's been cornered with and do anything to throw them off her path. It takes a very severe reason for Krigg to even consider dodging someone to the point of avoidance - possibly them poking their nose into something private of hers that she is not willing to speak on. In that case though, straight refusal is likely to occur rather than her wriggling around the topic.

But if pushed enough, Krigg is likely to lash out in anger and to drop every lie all at once in an explosive, very unpleasant rage-filled rant. Fight always was her preferred response to percieved danger.

42. If invited to a TED Talk, what topic would they present on? What would the title of their presentation be?

"Threats and troubles - the galactic hitchiker's guide to avoiding them!"

A short, but comprehensive talk on the galaxy's various sources of problems that Krigg has encountered in her long time wandering from world to world. From rowing bands of energy-devouring mechanical beings, to warring empires, to even weird singularities - nothing that she wouldn't talk about in exhaustive detail. Perhaps, too exhaustive for her to have truly avoided them! But hey, if you follow her talk, maybe you WON'T run face first into them like her!

This time, it was Krigg’s turn to open her mouth with an offended chitter, brows furrowed at the accusations that she herself might have been less than sober for talking to... to... Yeah no, there was no flattering or simple term to describe the being standing in front of her. Suspiciously lumpy tusked creature, maybe?! She wasn’t sure what they were, and she didn’t really want to know what kind of mistery mosh pile was going on under all the clothes!

“Hey! I’ll let you know, those donuts are PERFECTLY edible, just part of the unsold batches people throw away! These don’t even ferment, anyways!” Krigg objected loudly as she hopped around the can lid, legs still folded in a crouch making her look like an unusually loud bird. And brandishing a donut with a few bites taken out of it where he could see it, for the sake of proof. “What, you thought I was scarfing down trash?!”

“I mean, on a technicality...” Krigg looked back at her donut with a bummed out frown. As long as someone threw it away in a garbage can, by the law of every dictionary ever printed, it WAS garbage. She angrily crammed the rest of the pastry in her mouth to shut down that train of thought, pointing a vengeful finger his way. “And yeah, you’re not less weird-looking than me! Whatever!”

“...I was going somewhere with this.” Krigg grumbled, halted in her tracks by a lack of point she was making.

To be completely fair, Trotters wasn’t the only person involved to be guilty of looking at someone with a particularly ridiculous expression. The tiny green creature perched precariously on the edge of an open garbage can at the back of the bakery had a very “deer in the headlights” look to her, exaggerated by her wide orange eyes, staring unblinkingly back at the...

Krigg’s gaping mouth slowly closed, a stray flick of her long tongue over the corner of her mouth mopping up some of the sugar sprinking that had been deposited there by her last bite out of the garbage donut. To be fair, she had no idea WHAT was staring at her, exactly. Wasn’t human though, she was sure of that much, despite it enjoying a canned drink and having a grasp on how to dress itself, sort of. That disguise was not convincing, unless standing exactly fifty meters away in a dark alleyway.

Well, the very least, it looked shocked enough that there MAYBE was a way for her to get out of that situation without having to stew in her remarkable ability to break the prime directive. Stars blast that delicious sugary treat for making her attention to her surroundings lapse!

“Go home, brother. You’re too drunk for this.” Krigg hasarded, trying her best to sound matter-of-fact.

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“...Hehe. Feesh.”

Seems that Krigg’s braincells were left at the door today. But, come on- cool piscine alien with an actual sense of gear tastefulness. Wouldn’t you be vibing a bit too?

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.”

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!”

cometofjustice​:

Duo made a short, quiet hiss when she put in the clamps, but he kept perfectly still.

“I’m impressed by your fighting spirit.” He commented. “I feel a strong sense of Justice in you as well.”

“But… allow me to clarify what Evil Energy is: it’s a form of Living Energy that feeds on the evil thoughts, impulses, and actions of sentient beings. It multiplies rapidly and infects the minds of any thinking creatures that are exposed to it. It’s an extremely dangerous substance that has brought entire worlds to ruin… The robot who tried to destroy your ship was using it as a power source.” Duo explained. “He was most likely going to try and corrupt you, but greatly underestimated your defenses.”

Krigg felt somewhat glad she’d been busy leaning back over the wound, trying to figure out the best start to start fixing the internal mechanisms, because the mere mention of her having anything like a sense of Justice was enough for her expression to sour. The only indication of her displeasure was the light tensing of her antennae from their resting arc, and the long appendages pressing tightly together until they crossed inwards.

“Hm. Thank you.” She tried not to sound too dry, managing somewhat. The mention of a quality that shiny and noble being applied to her didn’t sit right with her on a fundamental level. A sense of right and wrong - yeah, she had one of those! A well honed one!

But justice implied all sorts of selfless-ish acts, the kind of ooey-gooey stuff that got people very injured, if not dead, because things rarely went so well as to let that persist in the universe. And she mostly went after the guy he’d scrapped with out of anger and spite - what’d HE know about that?

...Breathe, Krigg, breathe. Don’t get grumpy about it. The small alien un-crossed her antennae, keeping them pricked up towards Duo to let him know her attention was on him, despite her having started rummaging through her toolbox to pull out a small, handheld welding stylus and a stick of binding material.

“Alright, going to try and reconnect what I can see clearly. Hoping your self-repair can handle the rest - wouldn’t see you going around without one.” She mentionned, leaning over the wound once more to begin working on plugging cracks and mending broken mechanisms.

At least the detailed description of what evil energy was took her mind off the subject matter. Krigg gave a grimace as he explained himself, antennae going briefly flat. “Geez. And I almost got in contact with... that? I’ve heard of energy sources with weird lifelike behaviors across the universe, but nothing that malicious. Nevermind my plans of studying that guy’s leftovers - thanks for keeping him off of me. But how are you not getting all... corrupted an’ crud from straight up touching that nasty stuff?”