Sea-m0nster:

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!”

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.”

WEIRDLY SPECIFIC BUT HELPFUL CHARACTER BUILDING QUESTIONS

What’s the lie your character says most often?

How loosely or strictly do they use the word ‘friend’?

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

What’s a hobby they used to have that they miss?

Can they cry on command? If so, what do they think about to make it happen?

What’s their favorite [insert anything] that they’ve never recommended to anyone before?

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

How loose is their use of the phrase ‘I love you’?

Do they give tough love or gentle love most often? Which do they prefer to receive?

What fact do they excitedly tell everyone about at every opportunity?

If someone was impersonating them, what would friends / family ask or do to tell the difference?

What’s something that makes them laugh every single time? Be specific!

When do they fake a smile? How often?

How do they put out a candle?

What’s the most obvious difference between their behavior at home, at work, at school, with friends, and when they’re alone?

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

What do they notice first in the mirror versus what most people first notice looking at them?

Who do they love truly, 100% unconditionally (if anyone)?

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

Who do they like as a person but hate their work? Vice versa, whose work do they like but don’t like the person?

What common etiquette do they disagree with? Do they still follow it?

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

What do they feel guilty for that the other person(s) doesn’t / don’t even remember?

Did they take a cookie from the cookie jar? What kind of cookie was it?

What subject / topic do they know a lot about that’s completely useless to the direct plot?

How would they respond to being fired by a good boss?

What’s the worst gift they ever received? How did they respond?

What do they tell people they want? What do they actually want?

How do they respond when someone doesn’t believe them?

When they make a mistake and feel bad, does the guilt differ when it’s personal versus when it’s professional?

When do they feel the most guilt? How do they respond to it?

If they committed one petty crime / misdemeanor, what would it be? Why?

How do they greet someone they dislike / hate?

How do they greet someone they like / love?

What is the smallest, morally questionable choice they’ve made?

Who do they keep in their life for professional gain? Is it for malicious intent?

What’s a secret they haven’t told serious romantic partners and don’t plan to tell?

What hobby are they good at in private, but bad at in front of others? Why?

Would they rather be invited to an event to feel included or be excluded from an event if they were not genuinely wanted there?

How do they respond to a loose handshake? What goes through their head?

What phrases, pronunciations, or mannerisms did they pick up from someone / somewhere else?

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

What do they commonly misinterpret because of their own upbringing / environment / biases? How do they respond when realizing the misunderstanding?

What language would be easiest for them to learn? Why?

What’s something unimportant / frivolous that they hate passionately?

Are they a listener or a talker? If they’re a listener, what makes them talk? If they’re a talker, what makes them listen?

Who have they forgotten about that remembers them very well?

Who would they say ‘yes’ to if invited to do something they abhorred / strongly didn’t want to do?

Would they eat something they find gross to be polite?

What belief / moral / personality trait do they stand by that you (mun) personally don’t agree with?

What’s a phrase they say a lot?

Do they act on their immediate emotions, or do they wait for the facts before acting?

Who would / do they believe without question?

What’s their instinct in a fight / flight / freeze / fawn situation?

What’s something they’re expected to enjoy based on their hobbies / profession that they actually dislike / hate?

If they’re scared, who do they want comfort from? Does this answer change depending on the type of fear?

What’s a simple daily activity / motion that they mess up often?

How many hobbies have they attempted to have over their lifetime? Is there a common theme?

the27percent​:

A small nod in response to Krigg’s acknowledgement. They had been starting to notice some of the patterns of how the trees seemed to interlock in some places. Looking at the branches and how some of them started to intertwine was something that had captured their attention for a little bit.

Atieno had even got close to a tree themself to trace some of the grooves of the tree that had been left behind. Remnants of the growth of the tree and how it demonstrated itself in the moment.

It was during this time that they had noticed that Krigg had climbed up the tree and so they could be looking up at her.

“Hm, and so the tables have turned.“ They spoke with a dry, somewhat amused tone to their voice.

“I mean.. yeah. It gets a bit repetitive from time to time. That’s when I tend to just disperse for a while until I feel like trying to engage with people for a moment. I take a lot of breaks over the years.“ That’s probably the main thing that has kept them ‘together’ after it all.

“People tend to find the patterns of behavior that work within a given civilization and rely on them. So they will try out everything they are familiar with and unless they have information from elsewhere, it may not immediately occur to them to try things differently unless.. really forced to do so.“

“I mean, I’ll be the first one to admit people can be smart, but boy - we’re not infallible.” Krigg hooked her legs to the branch, before slowly lowering herself over the other side of it - until she was effectively dangling by her legs in front of Atieno. Feeling her hat slip from between her antennae, she quickly moved to plant it back against her cranium, continuing to talk. “Sometimes, our squishy organic brains just refuse to give us the straightest answer to a problem, or they just take the outlandish route because we missed a detail.”

“Honestly, I love that part exclusively because it trips the ever living shit out of more efficient, synthetic minds.” Krigg grins, amusement beaming through her expression. “Five times out of ten, they can’t compute that we’d do something dumb because of a brainfart, or because the wind blew in the wrong direction-”

Growwwlllll- Krigg blinked slowly at the gurgle that emanated quite rudely from her stomach, prompting her to look to it with wide, almost offended eyes. “Or because THAT, I guess?” She reached her free hand up to the branch, digging her claws in before unhooking her legs from it in a careful uncurling motion. She dangled in place for a moment, before kicking her legs, allowing herself to sway gently until she finally let go - and landed on her feet with a muffled thud, on soft leaf litter.

She perked up, shooting a look over her shoulder to Atieno with a wide grin, pointing a thumb towards the city. “Yo, it was a nice conversation, but I’m getting peckish. I’m going to head out to the city. You fancy eating something too? I can pay your grub, if you wanna’ continue to wax poetics about the nature of mortal life.”

video game fruits!! 🍓

“Brother I would be raising all sorts of hell if I’d gotten stranded, solely to try to get off this ball of dirt. I would not be sitting here having this conversation.” Krigg’s answer was blunt and to the point, with not a hint of hesitation to her voice. There was no way of saying that in any other way, really - if she’d been stuck on earth, her main priorities would not have been dumpster diving.

Unless that somehow directly correlated to getting her back spaceborne, but she had her doubts on that ever occuring.

Krigg was not nearly asking herself as many questions on Trotters’ nature. For one, from her point of view, EVERYTHING was an alien. And from what she’d seen, the general area seemed to be home to a lot of bizarre things - this one just so happened to have enough brain matter to hold a conversation. Even if the conversation was just them throwing snark back and forth.

Krigg groaned, moving to rub her thighs. The uncomfortable posture was starting to wear on her muscles, and so she eventually decided that enough was enough, and she carefully vaulted back onto the ground, landing with a few wobbly steps forward. “Phew, that’s a bit better.” She sighed, before realizing, with something of a bitter scowl, that she now had to look UP to the strange creature.

He was short, but she remained shorter still. The curse of the teeny tiny was upon her once more. “It’s a pit stop. It’s not like I’d wanna’ LIVE here, but the food is pretty decent. Enough for me to bother coming back. Though, if you mean /here/ here, as in here, this city? Yeah, first time around the block.”

“...Which I GUESS makes you the de-factor authority of weird nonsense. Seriously though, every town around here is a hot mess.”

“First of all, ew, I’m not so sure about that.” Krigg’s face twisted into an expression of overt disgust at the thought of attempting to take a bite out of the lumpy-ish person. “Donuts are a safe food bet, but you?

’s not so much that I should, it’s that I definitely would NOT. No thanks. Nuh-uh, get away from my mouth, I don’t want you there even for testing purposes.” She groaned, before shifting on one foot to bang her heel against the edge of the garbage can for added emphasis.

“Second of all, you’re being dramatic. It’s not like I’m reaching in there blind, I know what I’m doing, thank you very much. I’m not going to cough up the cash for fresh donuts when I can just snatch some free of charge.” Krigg huffed, bumping out her chin at the strange humanoid with a disgruntled look on her face. He was trying to poke fun at her and - unfortunately, it was kind of working. She was being sassed by a walking meatball, and it was working. Ouch, there went her ego.

And then, there was the going home joke, where expression went from utterly flat, to a look of measured exhaustion of someone who’s definitely heard something one too many times. “Really. You’re going to do THAT one.” She grumbled, voice monotone, before sucking in a deep breath, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“First of all, I’m homeless, ya’ assuming prick.” She groaned out, voice heavy with exaustion, before droppin ger hand back, resting it on her knee and maintaining eye contact. “Second of all - what are you, border patrol? If you’re not, then I’m going to need you to get all the way off my ass. I’m not taking advice from a guy that tries to talk an alien out of eating garbage donuts.”