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The Revival Project Mods ([personal profile] trpmods) wrote in [community profile] revivalproject2020-04-03 09:29 am

Whale Comb Home Party! (Open to all players)

WHO: All He Rows!
WHERE: The Amphitheater (Blue 1)
WHAT: The Agrii have thrown our heroes a Whale Comb Home party; you can also choose to use this as a forum for discussing theories and more.
WHEN: April 2
WARNINGS: Please mark any warnings in individual threads







On April 2, as soon as the light starts rising in the morning, you hear music. It’s loud and odd. The notes don’t actually make a lot of sense together; they slide up and down and alternate wildly. It’s the sort of symphony a child at a piano might make except with a cacophony of instruments. It fills the air with cheery, disjointed music as it floats out from the amphitheater, beckoning you there but, this time, not at all compelling.

On your comm you will see a message from Ga Re:

He Rows,

We whale comb you here a gain. Agrii have food at mew sick home. Go with mew sick. Part tea for all. Also learn time. Agrii need learn storm. Us need learn all he rows learn. Us hear all. Talk at mew sick home. We learn. You learn. All learn and stop storms!

Thank all yous.

- Ga Re


If you choose to enter the amphitheater, heroes who arrived in the first wave might recognize the scene:

Hanging against one crumbling wall is a piece of fabric that has ‘WHALE COMB HOME!’ painted on it in drippy, fluorescent pink letters. The Agrii version of a smiley face that you've come to know and love is painted underneath it right on the wall. ‘US THANK THEY!’ is written beside it. Scattered through the wide space are tables upon tables of food.

There are meats, fruits, root vegetables, and even what might be a sweet dessert of some sort as well. Characters with the Agriculture expertise - and those who have attended one of these parties before - will know that everything is edible and nothing will make you sick. But some of it might have … adverse effects:

- People chomping down on the striped meat all seem to get very drowsy a few minutes later.
- The red fruit that looks like a giant cherry is the equivalent of a few shots - the more consumed, the more drunken this party is getting.
- There is a bowl of weeds that have small, daisy-like flowers all along the stalks. This tastes like chicken and gives the eater a sudden burst of energy that will have them running around the room like they’re being chased.
-There are a collection of drinks, some made from the red fruit, some that are clearly water, some that taste like a less-sweet lemonade with no effects, and then there's a blue one that tastes like an especially dark beer. People drinking this will find themselves incapable of lying for a half hour.

Enjoy your party, heroes. But also heed what Ga Re said: This is an ideal time to talk with one another and compare whatever you’ve managed to learn. Think of it like a town hall where whatever you learned on Risa or in the storm can be spread around and analyzed.

beholding_archivist: Do not take. Thanks. (Shut. Up.)

[personal profile] beholding_archivist 2020-04-03 05:21 pm (UTC)(link)
A - Arrival & Pre-Food Mingling
It's the Unknowing all over again.

Jon has decided he doesn't want to go to the amphitheater the moment he has noticed it. Which unfortunately came along with noticing its closeness to the hospital for which he has already volunteered whatever help he can be. When the music starts, however, he nearly drops his tea. And while there maybe isn't anything compelling in it for everyone else, there simply is no way for him not to plain need to know. The message of course doesn't help.

And so against all former resolutions and despite that tight knot of dread curling tighter and tighter within himself, he goes.

He instantly doesn't like it. Making a seething noise, he pulls up his recorder a moment after entering, muttering to it with obvious irritation.

"I followed Ga Re's invitation and- I don't like it. Maybe they mean well, but this is a headache in the making. At least there are no- Hold on." He lowers the recorder and turns to the nearest person, not any less irritated than just a moment before "Excuse me. Does this happen regularly?"


B - You learn. - He teach!
"So you want to learn, fine. I will GLADLY teach you."

If you haven't met your local Archivist yet, then maybe this isn't the time to get the best first impression of him. It may simply be the music grating on his nerves or maybe it's the perfectly harmless looking fruit he has dared to try, but at some point he has decided to clear off a table and drag it over to the wall where the banner has been pinned up. Now standing on said table with a red marker in one hand and using the other to hold the fabric steady, he begins to correct the misspelling while rambling on to seemingly no one in particular. His tone hasn't really gotten any less irritated ever since he arrived. If anything, the man appears even more aggravated.

"What you're looking for is the term welcome. If you watch closely, I will demonstrate its spelling for you. Apparently you are at least remotely familiar with what it sounds like, but whales and combs are in no way related to the greeting you were attempting to deliver. Whales, for one, are a widely distributed and diverse group of fully aquatic placental marine mammals. A comb is a tool consisting of a shaft that holds a row of teeth for pulling through the hair to clean, untangle, or style it. Now you may neither be familiar with common animals on Earth, nor hair in general. I am admittedly surprised that you managed not to misspell home. Though I have doubts that this is due to understanding rather than mere luck."

And as he rambles on, Jon will slowly yet decidedly work his way through writing over the banner in big, red marker letters. Which of course means he will have to climb down from his table and move it.

Feel free to interrupt his lecture or wait for him to finish. He still has some letters left to paint, though it may get obvious quickly enough that the banner doesn't gain much more legibility through his actions.


C - Great Life Choices™ including Alien Food!
He really shouldn't have tried the fruit. Sure, they look harmless enough, but... He hardly even knows how well he copes with regular food these days. So this has been a clear mistake.

And they do look harmless? Like actual cherries once one gets past their size?

But now that the initial effect is dwindling, Jon can't help but feel remotely sick. And tired. Having stepped outside for some fresh air, he has found the remainder of what likely used to be a wall at some point to sit down inelegantly. Part of him wishes he had a cigarette at hand, but no such luck. He will have to make due with the blue drink he has grabbed on his way out, not really paying attention to it and merely needing something liquid at that point.

At least it tastes remotely like beer so as long as he ignores the color, he can just try and fool himself.

And while he tries to do just that, it may be rather obvious that for once he isn't ranting either at his recorder or to himself. Instead he is just quiet and tired and brooding.
deal_me_in: (So everything is gone)

B!

[personal profile] deal_me_in 2020-04-03 05:40 pm (UTC)(link)
This is by far the strangest party that Cayde's been to. If it weren't for the attempted spread and the...decor... Okay, so he's having a hard time digesting it as a party. Like he had a hard time trying to work out that message they'd all been sent.

He's picked up one of the blue drinks, for the moment just to have something in hand. That's only because his attention is fixated on the man who's apparently a living spellcheck. It's as entertaining as anything at the moment, or at least the Exo thinks so. Oh! Not only a spelling demonstration, but a biology lesson too!

"Hey Sundance, you getting thi- Oh, right." He taps his fingers against his drink for a moment before setting it down and taking out his tablet communicator. Then he holds it up so he can record Jon.
deal_me_in: (That's good right?)

Cayde-6 // OTA

[personal profile] deal_me_in 2020-04-03 05:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[[Response to Ga Re]]

Dear Gary,
The offer for grooming is appreciated but I don't know how sanitary serving food at a sick pet clinic is. But if keeping sick kitties company will make them feel better I'm all for it. ...unless you're making tea out of them. Gross!

...okay I think I may be understanding this all wrong...

- Cayde-6





At the Partay

"...well if that ain't downright creepy..."

Cayde studies the bright pink smiley of sorts on the wall with the casual air of someone observing an intricate museum piece with no background on its history whatsoever. He scratches his chin, stooping down if only to see just how far the teeth have dripped on the wall. "So are we dealing with like...alien vampires? That's a new one."

At least they seem like very ...cheerful? alien vampires? With bad taste in music. And questionable taste in food. The Exo looks over everything, especially the drinks as he tries not to twitch from the jarring music in the background. He'll give them an E for Effort.
beholding_archivist: Do not take. Thanks. (Nonsense!)

[personal profile] beholding_archivist 2020-04-03 07:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Jon is just concluding his lecture by finalizing the last e in welcome with the words "As you can see, it's spelled ENTIRELY differently!" when he catches sight of the stranger recording him. Though at that moment the person behind the tablet doesn't dully register and he merely raises a brow at the tablet. And what it's being used for.

"Well. I guess that's not the worst idea either." He comments, then turns around and crouches down before the recording device, stern expression in place and red marker still in hand.

"Let's continue with your mew sick home."

At those words Jon pulls worth a piece of paper, then continues to write out the words MEW SICK HOME in red marker before presenting it to the camera.

"That's incredibly wrong! The correct words here are music home." He writes those beneath the first set of words in quick, big letters before striking through the mew sick home. "And while they give a vague description of this place, they still are inherently wrong." The music home gets stroked through and he writes down AMPHITHEATER beneath, holds it up and points the marker at it.

"This. This is the term you need. This is what this place it. An amphitheater. A term derived from the ancient Greek amphitheatron. An open-air venue used for entertainment, performances, and sports. Hardly limited to music alone."

It's then that his attention flicks up and to the person behind the tablet "I'm sure you will agree with-- Uwa-HAAAHH!!"

And that's the sound he makes as he screams and falls backwards at the sight of this certainly NOT HUMAN face. Luckily the table is standing at a wall, or he would have pushed himself right off of it.
Edited 2020-04-03 19:17 (UTC)
deal_me_in: (I did a lot of shooting that day)

[personal profile] deal_me_in 2020-04-03 07:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Naturally he expects some kind of objection, but when Jon decides to go with it, the Exo gives him a gloved thumbs-up as he continues to record.

"Oh... was that what they were trying to say!" he say as the Archivist goes into the roots of amphitheaters. "Huh, guess everyone can learn somethin'. Nice job, teach!" He flashes a backlit amber smile, only to be screamed at.

The recording is still going as Jon goes sprawling back against the beaming wall, and only a few second after does Cayde figure he should probably turn the thing off. "Hey, you okay there? Kinda a delayed reaction there for a little stage fright."
beholding_archivist: Do not take. Thanks. (Is it polite to knock?)

[personal profile] beholding_archivist 2020-04-03 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)
For a few moments Jon keeps trying to scramble away further, muttering something unintelligible in his fit of panic and holding the marker before him as if it were some sort of weapon. Of course he can only get so far against the wall behind him, so at least the stammered nonsense becomes a little clearer.

"Please don't kill me! Please- I don't-- I don't want to die!"

And why does that terribly disharmonious music only convinces him further that this is what this... This. This whatever this THING is wants to do?
deal_me_in: (Worse case - you die)

[personal profile] deal_me_in 2020-04-03 08:17 pm (UTC)(link)
For all his metal features, they still prove to be highly articulate, enough that plates can shift in the conveyance of an arch of a brow, and the way he tilts his head as his jaw parts with another amber-lit glow suggests a roguish smile.

"Okay, okay- calm down, huh? You're embarrassing yourself." And maybe him too. Just a little.

Cayde tucks the tablet away, holding up his hands to show he's unarmed, not that the knife at his belt and the gun holstered at his hip really help for that, but at least they're not being wielded at the moment. That such can change at the drop of a hat is something the Hunter decides is something the jumpy man need not know.

"No one's gettin' killed here," he continues. "I was actually kind of enjoying your little...educational segment, weird as it is but hey? I guess people have different methods of coping with stress and your's is to correct alien vampire grammar."
beholding_archivist: (Just out for your story)

[personal profile] beholding_archivist 2020-04-03 09:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Maybe it's a good thing that Jon rather wanders the nightmares of other people than have his own, or this level or artificial articulation might very well give him some. And yet, to his credit, he does calm down enough to cease any further panicked muttering. Instead, he makes a valid effort to at least somewhat set his mind back on track.

Which is to some degree successful, at least.

Hence what he does next is to point out the obvious, as that's what you generally do when you are under the influence of alcoholic(?) fruit mixed with the remaining adrenaline of nearly having a heart attack "Jesus, you scared me!"

Jon also lowers his marker, even though his breathing is anything but back to normal. It's really not that he has ever cared too much about embarrassing himself anyway. His free hand makes some vague, wave-y motions at the stranger "What even are you? And... Why would I believe you?"
deal_me_in: (This is my serious face)

[personal profile] deal_me_in 2020-04-03 09:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, that much is pretty obvious," Cayde states rather flatly, still watching Jon in amusement. He folds his arms, filling silly keeping them up and seeing no reason to continue doing so.

It's highly likely that he possesses no lungs, but he does mimic a snort as the man starts firing off questions. "You act like you've never seen an Exo before. -which I guess is likely considering that people here are apparently kidnapped from other...times? Places? All of the above?"

Shaking his head, he turns, reclaiming his drink from earlier, giving the glass a swirl. "As to your second question, well would you rather I point my gun at you instead? I could do that but it'd be kind of pointless and then I wouldn't have anything but this video I just took of you to remember you by." Never mind the fact that he doesn't have bullets.
beholding_archivist: (To see a man who isn't there.)

[personal profile] beholding_archivist 2020-04-03 09:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Jon stares, maybe even glares a little, for a few more moments, at the same time fumbling with his marker to get the lid back on. Then he risks a glance towards the edge of the table. He should probably not keep sitting on this. That's not exactly appropriate, is it.

He huffs "Of course I've never seen an Exo before." There is a clear over-emphasizing of the term Exo here and Jon shifts towards the edge of the table cautiously, his eyes back on Cayde "As far as I'm concerned, you look like-" He stops moving to give a groan and shake his head "No. I'd rather not think about that."

While Cayde reclaims his drink, Jon manages to get himself off the table and he can't help but notice the gun the other just mentioned. And he does, in fact, take a step away. Though it's something else that puzzles him.

"Why precisely would you even want to remember me...? We just met!"
deal_me_in: (That's good right?)

[personal profile] deal_me_in 2020-04-03 10:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"I know, I know, I'm a stunning example of Exos and may be too much for the unfamiliar to process. It happened with this guy I met on Risa. Things got a little on the creepy side when he said he wanted to make babies."

Cayde waves a hand as though Jon were the one speaking of strange experiences. He pauses to actually take a swig of the blue liquid in his glass.

"Man, you take things too seriously. Then again, you were the one just schooling an invisible audience who may or may not be paying attention so..." He shrugs.
beholding_archivist: Do not take. Thanks. (Shut. Up.)

[personal profile] beholding_archivist 2020-04-03 10:59 pm (UTC)(link)
There is a bit of a pause here while Jon mentally goes over those words. If he is completely honest, he simply doesn't know enough about these Exos to fully chalk off the idea of them making babies as entirely weird. He still maintains a remotely suspicious expression "Then I assume you're not after my skin."

Well, it's a hope.

He dares to close his eyes for a moment in a vague attempt to block out the music, then exhales before settling back into a scowl when he opens them again to look up at Cayde. While he may not be entirely sober, he at least still is very capable of scowling.

"And of course I'm taking this seriously! How are we supposed to communicate with our captors if no one deems it necessary to actually teach them our language! And the easiest place to start with that is their very own mistakes."
deal_me_in: (If I don't see you out there...)

[personal profile] deal_me_in 2020-04-03 11:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"Eyew, gross! Why would I want that? Pre-used and all- I'm sure it wouldn't become me."

The Exo pauses, feeling the need to clarify. "-which is to say that that is not a hobby of mine in general. Shooting things? Yes. Very much a past-time for me. Skinning things? No."

He actually starts to laugh then, shaking his horned head. "I was talking about the recording thing, but yeah- know what? I'm not going to disagree with you there. And if you're volunteering to be the one doing the teaching to these...these Agrii? Then be my guest!"
beholding_archivist: (May I ask...?)

[personal profile] beholding_archivist 2020-04-03 11:25 pm (UTC)(link)
While the scowl remains, Jon is rather willing to accept the response - And the clarification. Though he could have done without that reaction to the state of his skin. True, he may not be the greatest at taking care of it, but... Hey. It's his. And he is quite fine with keeping it.

"I'm not very keen on being shot either." He decides to point out a little fact himself before he crosses his arms.

"Recordings are a legitimate way of preserving knowledge, be it in the shape of audio, video or text. And I don't mind doing them. Maybe someone should be making more. It can't hurt." He raises one of his index fingers to point at the Exo without uncrossing his arms "I will need a copy of the recording you just made."

And after a brief pause: "I'm Jonathan Sims, by the way. The Archivist."
deal_me_in: (This is my serious face)

[personal profile] deal_me_in 2020-04-03 11:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Cayde has to wonder about what sort of place Jon's come from. After his skin, really! That sounds like something the Hive would do!

"Oh, don't worry. So long as you're not Fallen, Hive, Cabal or someone who owes me money I've got no reason to shoot you," he assures. Look, he's even smiling.

Blue optics seem to brighten as at least the man is in agreement about his suggestion. Really, the Exo had expected being recorded would have been the main concern. The whole conversation finally rounds towards proper introductions, and he takes it as an invitation to close the distance between them, thrusting out a gloved hand.

"Sims the Archivist, eh? Name's Cayde, Hunter Vanguard of the Last City. Not that titles mean anything when you're on an unknown alien planet."

beholding_archivist: Do not take. Thanks. (Smug little Archivist)

[personal profile] beholding_archivist 2020-04-04 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
"It's actually less of a title than rather-" But he cuts himself off there and shakes his head along with a short, dismissive gesture before accepting the offered hand "Never mind. just call me Jon. And I'd actually be interested to know what those Fallen, Cabal... And especially the Hive are that you speak of."

As of course hearing the Hive mentioned has caught his attention. But given that Cayde very likely doesn't originate from Earth, Jon doubts that there is any connection to the Hive as part of The Corruption as he has come to know it.

And then of course there is also the part of the Exo referring to himself as Hunter.
deal_me_in: (So everything is gone)

...hahaha

[personal profile] deal_me_in 2020-04-04 12:39 am (UTC)(link)
"Jon then. Not a Jonny? ...nah, Jon it is."

He gives the man's hand a firm shake. "Basically? Bad news in varying levels with no love of humanity. They all come from beyond our solar system, moved in on our turf and basically hate our guts."

Where to even begin. Cayde knocks back the rest of his drink before setting the glass aside as he considers. "The Fallen are machine worshipers, vicious scavengers and out of the three, probably the most reasonable." There's a bit of a hand-wiggle at that. "Lotta infighting between their houses. They'll still happily try to shoot or knife you in the face.

"The Cabal- they're the military-minded. Big guys you probably don't wanna mess with but hey, they picked a fight first so yeah. I'll mess with 'em. Heavy armor, heavy artillery- big on conquering. We managed to kick one legion out of our city recently." He scowls.

"And the Hive? They're the ones you don't wanna run into in the dark- which is of course exactly where you run into them because they thrive there." He makes with the creepy hands, curling his fingers like claws, waving them about in a spooky manner. "They're the mysterious, creepy ones with the dark rituals and a lotta death. They love death. It's freaky. They're terrible. Also they've nested in the moon and a few pockets here and there on Earth."
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[personal profile] stabgremlin 2020-04-04 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
[A - Arrival]

He didn't exactly have much to share himself- and didn't like the idea that the Agrii were listening in. Maybe it did make him a little paranoid, that they could. Whether the place had listening devices planted in it despite the fact that the Agrii hadn't been on their planet in a long time. Or perhaps they had- their little vacation to Risa would be the perfect time for them to come in, after all. While everyone was away.

Still, the world ran on information.

At least his world did.

So he had shown up- moving into the place- greeting anyone familiar with a nod, though it didn't take long for him to attempt to slink off into the shadows.

[B - Listening In]

Agents worked best from the shadows. He was meant to be behind the lines, behind the scenes. Of course, he wasn't really Cipher Nine here. Wasn't part of Imperial Intelligence. Still, it was all he knew- even before leaving the Ascendancy. So working from the shadows he did- moving around the room, sticking to the shadows.

Trying to stay unseen and unheard.

Listening to conversations, much like the Agrii themselves were, from somewhere else.

He couldn't help but search too- checking anywhere that looked suspicious to his trained eye, to see if there were in fact any surveillance devices hidden. It reminded him a little of his first proper mission for Imperial Intelligence, sweeping his room on Hutta for bugs. Honestly the environment reminded him a little of Hutta as well- the air was cleaner, of course. But it was messy and just- gross and chaotic and giving him a headache.

Every now and then he'd let out an almost hissing sigh of annoyance- and one of his boxes of toothpicks that he'd gotten in Risa was very nearly empty already, with the way he was chewing them to splinters from the stress of the environment.
beholding_archivist: Do not take. Thanks. (I suppose this was a bad idea)

[personal profile] beholding_archivist 2020-04-04 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
Well, that sounds comparably tame.

"And they are... Exos. Like yourself." It's an assumption. One that settles in next to a bit of wonder "You're from Earth?"

Okay. He may not be much of a consumer for fictional works, but Jon doesn't live on the moon entirely. His research has had him end up in various rather specific internet communities on more than one occasion and he at least tries to keep up with some ongoing theories and discussions that might or might not end up relevant. Of course it had gotten harder over the recent months due to some more issues, but even five years ago theories on alternate versions of Earth were common enough.
deal_me_in: (That's good right?)

[personal profile] deal_me_in 2020-04-04 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
Not terribly tame when you bring in undead creatures and a potentially corrupting dark force beyond their understanding. The Taken King may be gone but he's sure the Hive still have plenty of secrets, ancient as they are.

"You say that like you're lumping us in with the guys I just talked about," Cayde points out with something almost like a scowl on his face. He waves a hand.

"Although I forgot about the Vex- now those guys? They're like...a robotic hive mind that does their own thing apart from the other guys. No less mean or intent on taking over things, mind."

Wait, what was he talking about again? He snaps his fingers. "Oh yeah. I'm from Earth. Probably not your Earth, judging from your previous reaction to me."
beholding_archivist: (Recording)

[personal profile] beholding_archivist 2020-04-04 09:58 am (UTC)(link)
Given that he may lack some crucial insights in the matter, he will retain his worries towards the Hive he is familiar with. There's very little like having several dozens of worms burrow into your flesh before being nearly suffocated with carbon dioxide.

And those were still the better days.

"I am not... Lumping anything. I am attempting to understand based on the information I have." The scowl is back on his face. Though quite clearly his mind isn't quite as capable to leap through as many holes as it would be in a less intoxicated state.

And now there's also a robotic hive. And apparently one version of Earth potentially inhabited by... Androids? Is that an acceptable term? If at least that dreadful music would finally cease...

Jon settles with a soft groan and raises a hand to press two of his fingers under his glasses and pinch the bridge of his nose.

"Maybe you can give me a written, detailed account at a later time. Something I can read and-" A pause. "Well. Maybe record."

[personal profile] thrawnsaide 2020-04-04 11:54 am (UTC)(link)
[A: Town hall meeting]

Eli made a point to join the meeting. He wasn't interested in the party. He remembered the last time the Agri had offered food and it had proved to give different results on people. Instead he brought his own snacks to eat and drink. He sat off to the side observing everyone and listening to what people had to say or didn't say. He wasn't one for large crowds, but he found this to be important.

[B: Wildcard]

Feel free to add your own interaction.
deal_me_in: (I did a lot of shooting that day)

[personal profile] deal_me_in 2020-04-04 06:01 pm (UTC)(link)
At this, Cayde squints at the man. "That seems like a lot when all I got was one lousy recording of your spelling lesson," he says, although there's no menace to his tone. He's been quite casual this entire time for all he's been talking about.

"Anyway. You don't look so good. Party too hard already?" He drops a hand on the man's shoulder, giving him a hearty pat. "Maybe you should sit down." He glances around for a chair, or failing that, anything that could be used as one.

"So, Archivist, sounds like a boring job. You get locked up in a room sorting things all day, or do you get to do more fun things?"
beholding_archivist: Do not take. Thanks. (Well if you say so...)

[personal profile] beholding_archivist 2020-04-04 08:23 pm (UTC)(link)
He doesn't quite comment on that first observation, already having decided to figure out a useful format for further recordings, video or audio, that are easily played back. They have an entire empty library to fill and, well. Maybe if he records them here at the theater... Maybe the Agrii get to hear them somehow. It could be a way to teach their captors about themselves.

But those are just a few thoughts sloshing around in his mind at the moment. Thoughts he won't try to put into proper words right now.

Instead, he winces at the pat, then glances over at the very inhuman hand resting on his shoulder "Ah... Yes. Maybe I should. Sit." He agrees, but makes no real move to go anywhere. And as he isn't tall enough to be able to elegantly half-sit at the edge of the table he has been on earlier, he will refuse to climb back up on it.

"It's actually a basement. We sorted files and statements, did some research into some cases... And I have been working on recording audio copies of them, yes. That was my job." At least the one he got paid for "It's probably not glamorous, but... I saved the world once?"
killikambassador: (Pondering)

[personal profile] killikambassador 2020-04-04 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Hiding in the corner or not, Vector could hone in on Aden, thanks to seeing his aura and catching the smell of the Chiss. Naturally, Vector made his way over to the agent.

"We greet you, my love."

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