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PBP Games / Re: Frontier: Cold Shock
« on: April 30, 2017, 03:24:52 AM »
Zeph ducked and covered behind a thick tree trunk as the explosion sent rocks and flaming wreckage across the soon-to-be battlefield. His crystal pulsed repeatedly in excitement as he crouched down to the ground and held up his LMG. He...should've paid more attention to the planning process. That was way too much of a surprise.

"Real war's something else, huh..." Zeph noted absentmindedly, laying down on the dirt as he calmed his frantic thought patterns, "We can actually die now. It's not just running away from idiots with terrible aim or hanging onto satellites for dear life anymore. The shrapnel could've shot right into my chest, or the Orks we're about to go against can just bukkake me with machine gun fire until I'm nothing but inert shards of crystal in the dirt...."

He thought more, barely paying attention to his comms as he looked over from his trunk towards the carnage and devastation.

"Huh. Weird feeling."

"I know like this goes without saying, and I'm just saying this because you're trying to consciously block the information, but that 'feeling' is called the fear of death. It's a programmed, instinctual reaction that you can't do anything about." Zephirus thought back, mentally gripping Zeph by the throat, "And let me make this entirely clear: I do not want to die. Take any means necessary to live past this, or I'm going with the nuclear option myself."

Zeph sighed as Zephirus' grip refused to loosen, shaking his head, "Look, you do this every time we're in a dangerous spot. If I never took risks, we'd have be dead of starvation or boredom a long time ago!" Zeph reasoned, smiling softly, "Just because the stakes are a little higher this time, doesn't mean we ought to change that pattern!"

"That is an incredibly poor argument to jumping right into certain death, which is what I know you want to do."

"Alright...then how's this?" Zeph began, standing back up as his particle beam LMG activated with a low hum, "Everybody here dies quicker than we do. Biologically, we're probably the most resilient species in the entire cosmos because we're basically made out of imagination and a tiny crystal."

"So?"

"Despite that, everybody else here is going gung-ho right into battle. Everybody else here wants to fight." Zeph stated, gripping his gun tightly, "...Do you want to be the one pussy here, Zephirus?"

No comment was reached. No further words needed to be spoken.

He was not inferior to these idiots, and he would prove it beyond any reasonable doubt.

The two ran right into the fray, paying little heed to the flaming debris as they vaulted over a hunk of wreckage and opened fire on the first batch of Grots they saw. Zeph's entire body roared with a distinctly inhuman screech as bolts of energized particles burned holes in the little green things before proclaiming over the comms:

"Engaging the Grots! Try not to shoot me in the crossfire guys!"

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PBP Games / Re: Frontier: Cold Shock
« on: March 19, 2017, 10:12:54 AM »
Zeph sat in his room, hooked up to his charger as he meditated, when the call finally came in...

The crystal glimmered orange for a moment, as Zephirus began to chant in Vispeak while slowly caressing his knife:

"Let life be fuel for the stars, so that stars may remain. Let each bolt strike true, and eliminate another spark from the raging fire. Let our knife stab into the deepest recesses of their soul, and eliminate all trace of the parasite we call life. Our existence has value, our life has meaning: Our fire burns brighter than the cosmos itself, for we are its savior and guardian, and the last fire to be extinguished shall be our own."

"Let it burn, let it burn, let it all burn to the ground. Stir the ashes, crumble the atoms, and return all to perfect symphony: For we are an abomination, and so is everybody else."

Zeph returned, crystal glimmering blue, as he smiled and slung his Zivine Particle Beam LMG around his shoulder with an electric camo strap. He strapped his knife to his waist, and strode out to meet the rest: Devoid of armor or any clothing whatsoever...all it did was slow him down, anyway. He walked over to the transport bay, grinning as he prepared to meet and greet the reason the galaxy existed in the first place:

Entertainment.

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PBP Games / Re: Frontier: Cold Shock
« on: March 12, 2017, 05:39:46 AM »
Neal watched Zephirus walk off, noting the condescension in the Vis's words. Already Neal had learned a great deal about the crew, but decided to go over the info provided on the angry psychic ogre people first, prioritizing learning about enemy weaknesses first. But he could already tell this Vis was going to be a problem, it's utter lack of regard to the crew and antisocial tendencies more problematic than Allan's own anti-human bias even. The other aliens seemed willing to work together however, so Neal's biggest concern was morale. If this Vis continued to play power politics, it was going to end up being a liability.

Neal simply said "Remember Zephirus, this is a big boy mission with high stakes. Right now you can choose to be a liability or an asset, and right now you're leaning towards the latter. So choose wisely, because I won't tolerate liabilities on this mission."

With that said, and the implied warning clear, Neal went off to learn how to defeat an enemy humanity was not yet ready to face.
Zephirus walked forward without hesitating, his hand raised in a parting farewell.

He walked through the hallway to Ailuin, waiting until he was far out of eyesight or hearing range.

He dashed to his room, slamming into the metal door before it opened for him before picking up the dagger on his pillow, berating Zeph in a microsecond for keeping it at such an open place before sliding out the vibroblade and-

NO.

STOP.

DON'T.

Zephirus fell to his knees, gripping the vibroblade tightly. "Zephirus, I know I promised not to use the nuclear option, but..."

"You've re-attained your rationality, stop IMPEDING on mine!" Zephirus thought back with a frenzy, slowly rising up to his feet, "We...have...to..."

"It was just a threat. Stop being silly." Zeph thought back, giving a rare frown as he crossed his arms in the mental space, "We're going to die if you kill him. You're not being reasonable. You promised we wouldn't be dissociative."

"We're being watched right now. The A.I knows I rushed to my room for the knife. We're already gently-carressed."

"So do the smart thing, drop the knife, and make nice with the scientist."

"...Do I have to tolerate the others?" Zephirus thought back, remembering the idiotic Iko who couldn't see the reasoning behind the Cleansing of Shura, the frustrating Kaveni who stood against him, the coward lion who didn't stand against him...

"No, let me do that. You've done enough." Zeph thought back with a sigh, patting Zephirus on the metaphysical back "Listen, they're all nice peeps. I think they understand not to gently-carress with you know...so you don't have to antagonize any of them. If Neal tries to mess with you by asking you to show yourself again, you have my permission to fight him..."

With that, the crystal reverted back to azure. Zeph rose from his knees, sliding the knife back into its sheath before placing it inside his desk. He still didn't want to kill the Orks...but he sympathized with the need to give his galaxy time to prepare for them. It wouldn't do if the green dudes just stomped everything that he's ever known.

He walked out of the room, walking through the hallways with a smile on his face before sliding into Ailuin's room. By force of habit, he walked without making a single sound, surprising Ailuin as he tapped the scientist on the shoulder. "That's for covering for us back there! You're a nice guy!" Zeph exclaimed with a smile and a slight laugh

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PBP Games / Re: Frontier: Cold Shock
« on: March 12, 2017, 02:09:59 AM »
Zephirus turned to look at Neal after Ailuin walked out of the room, "Neal..." He began, with a serious expression, "You're..welcome to join us if you'd like to, but..."

And... a smile, as Zephirus' tone shifted to a normal one, proving to Khrelan and the others that he was intentionally speaking in the unnerving tone just to mess with them.

"I wouldn't like to patronize you. There are going to be terms and ideas thrown around that will go over your head, so I do believe it would be best for us to stick to our respective strengths." Zephirus continued, shrugging his shoulders, "You can hold a gun steady! You would do best to capitalize on that talent."

Zephirus waited. Five...four...three...two...

Neal took a breath, and his eyes focused. He was about to speak.

"And frankly," Zephirus began, as soon as Neal began to move his lips, "I don't quite get why you seem so... eager to lecture and berate I and Ailuin. Us aliens have done nothing to earn your ire other than exist, which I do understand to be quite an issue to several humans of less... enlightened castes and backgrounds, Englishman."

Zephirus turned back, and instantly raised his PDA as a loud ping sound came in, signifying that the requested data had been downloaded onto it. He had actually started loading it midway through his last sentence, having previously imputed the word frankly as his release word for the data to start streaming in. The last word was always a critical advantage, especially when it didn't look forced...

"Ah, that'll be the data, then. My apologies, Neal. We'll have to continue this at another point." He spoke nonchalantly, looking to his PDA as he raised a single hand in apology, walking at a moderate pace to where Ailuin had left the room

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PBP Games / Re: Frontier: Cold Shock
« on: March 11, 2017, 12:23:29 AM »
Zephirus looked around the group. He wasn't especially good at small-talk when he didn't have a motivation, and he honestly couldn't care less about the fools onboard, but...

He needed to make an impression. He needed to show strength. He needed to establish dominance.

He stood up, stalking past Khrelan, Neal, and Thada slowly on his way to Ailuin. He slid his hand on each of their chairs, very nearly (but not quite) touching each of the mercenaries as he breached each of their personal spaces (most races have a roughly equivalent 'personal space' area). He deliberately slid his hand quickly on one of the chairs while Neal was still turning so as to allow the human to bump into his fingers, hopefully it would freak the human out.

"Doctor," He spoke, ignoring Khrelan's winces and the stares of the others, "would you like to examine the Ork physiology data with me? I fear as though we're the only ones on board who would truly benefit from the information..."

He turned his head, slightly, almost as if acknowledging the others in the room. If any of them challenged him to a fight, he would take them on and trounce them. He could win against any of them...so long as he kept his distance and never actually went for a solid blow.

Khrelan would rip him to shreds if allowed, but a sparring match was not a death match. Zephirus knew his endurance would probably outlast the Taurgit if he consumed an entire battery before the fight, so he could tire Khrelan out to the point of exhaustion by simply dodging every blow until the Taurgit let his guard down.

Neal was more an issue. He would take largely the same strategy, but the man's training and endurance would take hours, if not an entire day to whittle down. He would have to take as many cheap shots as possible to the human's vital areas starting an hour or so into the fight, goading the man into breaking his composure. If he messed up even once, Neal could snap off his limbs...and that would be the end of that.

Thada was the biggest issue. He didn't think that he was fast enough to evade the Iko if he were ever to actually exchange blows. He would have to actually just run, dodge, and evade like his life depended on it while never actually throwing a punch. If he played his cards right and cheated a little...he could get the Iko to start relying on insufficient oxygen inhales, which would hasten the process of exhausting Thada. He remembered all of the Iko vitals, and with enough force he could probably strike them hard enough to enrage him to the point that the sparring match would have to be called off for risk of lethal force. It wouldn't be a physical victory, but it would be an intellectual one.

Of course, the best possible scenario was that none of them challenged him to a fight. As long as he provoked them unassumingly and individually (he didn't think the Kaveni saw him slide his hand across the chairs, so it might seem like an overreaction if one of them stepped up to him right now...), and he didn't actually instigate a fight, he would have both the moral high ground and a position of dominance. They would hopefully stop pestering him so much...

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PBP Games / Re: Frontier: Cold Shock
« on: March 09, 2017, 02:22:26 AM »
Zeph looked towards Osiris, and almost immediately, the crystal turned orange once more. For the slightest flicker of an instant, a look of pure...rapt adoration and excitement crossed Zeph's face.

Zephirus looked forward impassively, commenting only with "Impressive. I fully understand the need for such a strike team, now. You have our full support in ending this menace to the stars." In his unnerving and threatening tone

Generally, Zeph took control to prevent Zephirus from doing anything rash. As of this moment, however, Zeph was a maelstrom of emotions ranging from the sadness of "Let them live! We've no right to terminate such an awesome and amazing existence!" to the pure raging euphoria of "Finally! Finally! The universe finally makes gently-carressing sense! I told you it was all an illusion, Zephirus, I told you!"

To prevent Zeph from begging Osiris on his knees to reconsider the mission...to prevent Zeph from saying or doing anything idiotic...Zephirus remained in control until their combined rationality could stem Zeph's insanity. It was an event that rarely occurred, but such was the pact made between them that any personality with the higher rationality would be the one to control the body. It was a testament to how much Zeph loved the idea of the Orks that the murderous and psychopathic Zephirus was the more rational personality.

"Shush." Zephirus ordered to Zeph, as he spoke, "I must ask, then. Can we even kill them? If their belief can bend reality, and their belief happens to be 'I must continue fighting', it doesn't seem likely that blood loss would even be noticed."

Zephirus looked towards Osiris, his murderous intent and pure apathy towards all of creation radiating towards all present in the room. Life should not exist, least of all life that threatens the impartiality of reality.

"How can we kill that which does not believe it should die?"

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PBP Games / Re: Frontier: Cold Shock
« on: March 07, 2017, 02:23:39 AM »
Zeph's crystal immediately began glowing orange, standing out of his chair and reaching behind him for his knife before realizing that it was still in his cabin. Gritting his teeth, Zephirus began to feel his crystalline neurons quivering and inducing pain...begging him to do something about the situation...

"Pain is so gently-carressing annoying. Even as a warning signal, I don't think feeling this is worth-" Zephirus began, before being interrupted with a singsong voice going, "Pain reminds us of the danger we're in~ With no pain, there'd be no awareness of things that are actively killing us~!"

"I'm...well aware, Zeph." Zephirus replied, as his vision grew dimmer and his apprehension took hold, "We can rally the others to kill him, enough bodies piled onto him and we can twist his limbs until they-"

"No killing!" Zeph replied, regaining control over his body as the danger faded away and the crystal glowed blue once more, "He's not an actual threat! He's just kind of an impassive douchebag!"

He slid back into his chair, shivering as the pressure slid away and the fear dissipated. Nothing to fear, nothing to worry about, the pressure was gone and guns weren't drawn. Every hint of rationality kept Zephirus from leaping over the table and throttling Osiris before the man could rip his arms out. "Interesting t-trick!" Zeph exclaimed, before whispering softly "Goddamn would've been nice if he'd warned us beforehand thouuuuugh..."

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Off Topic / Re: Talk about your day
« on: March 05, 2017, 12:39:25 AM »
Thanks guuuuuuys!

and girl!

And bots of undetermindate gender!

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PBP Discussion / Re: OOC: Frontier: Cold Shock
« on: March 03, 2017, 08:28:47 PM »
I want to add another adventure character at some point, a Talesinaur pet for Zeph. The race is too interesting to not have any representation in the story.

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PBP Discussion / Re: OOC: Frontier: Cold Shock
« on: March 01, 2017, 07:56:28 PM »
You aren't understanding me. Do you want to know where to stab sapients in the known galaxy, or random super fauna.

I am saying your knowledge is too broad for the beggining of this RP. This applies to Rin as well you know, I want him to decide where his knowledge lies, is it with alien fauna or alien sapients.
This shouldn't have to apply to Rin. I'm fine with being limited to sapient killing (ultimately, Zeph didn't know how to kill the Kurg monster anyway) but this isn't a Warhammer RPG: The galaxy renowned scientist and professor isn't going to attain knowledge on all sapient biology that he's for some reason been ignoring his entire lifetime within the span of a few days.

There's no reason at all why Zeph should know how to kill alien creatures, though. Sapients are fine.

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PBP Discussion / Re: OOC: Frontier: Cold Shock
« on: March 01, 2017, 07:50:55 PM »
Stealth kills then?
No stealthy weapons. His knife makes noise as a vibroblade and his gun is an LMG. He usually just drops cyanide into human drinks and starts barfights to escape suspicion, or something along those lines.

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PBP Discussion / Re: OOC: Frontier: Cold Shock
« on: March 01, 2017, 07:48:51 PM »
In the first place, actually, there's no reason why Zeph's alien biology skill should be on the same rank as Rin's character. Can you change it to a Minor and give him the Assassination skill as a major?

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PBP Discussion / Re: OOC: Frontier: Cold Shock
« on: March 01, 2017, 07:44:33 PM »
That's still too broad. That's how you choose to use the knowledge not what it means. The beast killer here is ursea.
Xenobiology is Sapient Biology, there's no way to diminish it further because sapience is incredibly rare. I don't see why this matters considering you're dumping him on an Ork world where his skills all mean literally jack, and in any mission outside this he'll only ever have knowledge on toxicology for Galactic Power species and "this thing has two hearts'' for dangerous alien species.

Your character's skills train her for Kurg species. She couldn't tell you how to poison a Kaveni, but Zeph couldn't actually even kill any of these beasts to begin with considering that he's not trained or strong enough to do so. Your character is both, while Rin's character knows more specialized biology than either of our characters will ever know. He can manipulate life and biochemistry in a laboratory, not just make killing-obsessed observations from afar.

Zeph is the only assassin, the only unprofessional rogue. Your objections are towards the least qualified person in this entire team being overpowered.

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PBP Discussion / Re: OOC: Frontier: Cold Shock
« on: March 01, 2017, 07:22:13 PM »
Alright I have to step in again, one thing I need to say, two of you have knowledge in Xenobiology, however I think you both need to decide whether that is knowledge about alien zoology, or sapient biology. Some edits may be needed. It's mostly because I am finding your knowledge base to be too broad. Tbh the person best suited for dealing with alien fauna here is Ursea.

It's just somethin I think needs to be decided to prevent characters from being too knowledgeable. I give you each the option to chose one or the other.
Zeph's knowledge is entirely in "where to stab and how to kill something". The facts he listed about the first Kurg creature was just "How did you kill that thing with such a tough hide and armored heart, and how did you make sure that it's acid didn't spill everywhere and contaminate you?". If he had been asked about the creature's diet, it's breeding habits, it's environment, or anything beyond "I know this thing is filled with acid and has good armor" then he would not have been able to answer.

Zeph is subjectively intelligent. He knows very few important facts about quite a few things. Sapient species in the universe are rare, so every university in the galaxy would be bringing them up during classes and lectures. There is not a single topic more fascinating in all of biology, nor a single topic more important to know when trying to kill something, than "How smart is this thing?"

That's why Zeph is not a professional assassin trained in stealth discipline, nor is he a military trained fighter, nor can he work any of the scientific instruments that Rin's character can. He is not even close to the most knowledge person on the ship, because he's never actually attended a school. He is also the worst shot on the entire ship, because he's never had military training.

The man is deliberately underpowered, a liability to himself and his team mates, and dude who's picked up jack of all trades knowledge for the express purpose of either getting a sloppy kill and living to tell the tale, or to tell somebody else how to kill something. The only reason I could possibly think of for why Zeph the College Dropout could have gotten on this ship is because he gets his jobs done with a unique skillset that is suited to one thing, and one thing only: Killing something that isn't looking, and running the gently-carress away.


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PBP Discussion / Re: OOC: Frontier: Cold Shock
« on: March 01, 2017, 06:05:02 PM »
Zeph just turns that science-mode on and off like a faucet.  :sorcerer:

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PBP Games / Re: Frontier: Cold Shock
« on: March 01, 2017, 06:03:46 PM »
Zeph looked up, disappointed. "Little guy's attached to you, literally~" He spoke, taking a closer look at the creature, "I know the type. Intelligent species aren't a dime a dozen in this galaxy, sapience is a gift given to only a chosen few by mother nature's whims and wishes..."

"But," He added, smiling softly, "I've never actually seen a tame Guttluok before in the flesh...you must share a close bond with your hunting beast, to take it with you across the galaxy regardless of almost everybody's first instinct towards Suu-Suu...if only bonds between other races were so easily formed..."

Zeph looked towards everybody in the room. All humanoid, all capable of speaking language, all products of the exact same brand of convergent evolution that decided to favor bipedal, aggressive, horny geniuses...

"And yet, creatures of entirely different bio-structures can get along this easily...it's pathetic on our part, and I affirm once more that it displays that sapient life is hypocritical and selectively biased beyond reconciliation." Zephirus replied, growing steadily more enraged, "Whatever higher power decided to play this cruel joke on us, the punchline is far overdue. Kill everything, and leave nothing but the animals and the stars."

"Zephirus, stop blaming god. We've long since established that killing everybody is hard." Zeph replied, shaking his head internally as he stared forward at Ursea, "There's no point to this line of argument."

"Your pet's name means 'Urine' in a Human language, by the way." Zeph added, suppressing a smile, "Just, don't be surprised if certain dark-skinned humans start laughing a little when you say the name..."

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PBP Discussion / Re: OOC: Frontier: Cold Shock
« on: February 27, 2017, 06:21:22 AM »
Huh, that took an expected turn. Is Zeph...into Neal?
Zeph isn't into Neal, Zeph doesn't really do romance. He's in it ('it' being 'life) for the fame and excitement.

Zephirus, on the other hand, appreciates handsome and beautiful peeps and takes an active role in seduction and enticement for what he either wants, or wants to kill. Which is which often depends on how handsome you are.

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PBP Games / Re: Frontier: Cold Shock
« on: February 27, 2017, 05:14:40 AM »
Zeph looked appropriately stoked, he was part of the cool kids now! He was very well aware that the others didn't think much of him yet, which was incredibly disappointing considering how famous he was. He tuned out Neal's comment completely, but Zephirus wouldn't stop picturing himself dropping cyanide into the human's water. "You're not going to do it. They'll know its us and I kinda like him! He's handsome!"

Zephirus conceded that the human was, indeed, handsome...just as the living embodiment of everything that was wrong with the universe walked into the room.

"Scratch that, there is nothing wrong with Kurgs, they're just a little trigger happy." Zeph thought back, setting the mental record straight...he had to take care that Zephirus didn't re-write their collective experience in a tainted way

"There is nothing you can provide to stop me from arguing that her kind is an abomination." Zephirus replied, respecting Zeph's right to debate as he continued, "All interpersonal experiences with Kurgs have been thus far negative, to say nothing of the fact that father was-"

"That's all in the past. She didn't rip dad's legs off, she didn't raid us, and she hasn't done anything to us yet." Zeph replied, trying to placate his other side, "The last Kurg we ran into threw us out of a airlock because you started a barfight to distract from another killing, it's unfair to judge the entire species based off of our tainted memories...Also, she's really pretty!"

Zephirus conceded that she was, indeed, pretty. He also made it clear that while this excuse worked for Neal, who was probably in their league, this newcomer was clearly out of their league, and so he would continue to despise her.

"Fair. Now shh, I wanna see if I can coax the bug thing to us!" He thought back, giggling softly as he gestured towards the hideously adorable hunting beast underneath the table

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Off Topic / Re: Talk about your day
« on: February 26, 2017, 09:39:56 PM »
I've lost all interest in anime that isn't cooking or a continuation of a previous series that I still hold nostalgia for (One Piece, DBZ, Blue Exorcist).

The Blue Exorcist one is really nice, though. It subverts a few tropes and gives real emotional drama to the whole affair. My favorite part is when three dudes rapidly chant the entire Bible from memory to kill a poisonous mummy before it gobbles them up.

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PBP Games / Re: Frontier: Cold Shock
« on: February 26, 2017, 12:10:17 PM »
Thada had just stared in stunned silence when the Vis had first thrown all that scientific jargon at him; Noatak's taunt went completely unnoticed. From Zeph’s careless personality, he would never had guessed him having that kind of knowledge.

After that business with this Zephirus, it didn't exactly help the situation. At that moment he felt he should probably have read those dossiers. Thada simply raised up his open hands. "I'm lost. What just happened? Why did lightbulb get spooky?"
Zeph looked towards Thada, spreading open his arms and looking the Iko straight in the eyes so as to convey trust and openness as he spoke back in Thada's native tongue, "My Crystal is split in the middle, as you might have noticed. One side contains my consciousness, the other contains another consciousness this body was born with." He explained, careful to use the right words

"Zeph is what I am referred as, Zephirus is what the Other refers himself as. We are in harmony, and one does not act without the allowance of the other, but Zephirus is far less understanding and patient than I." He explained, all of his focus on his enunciation as he formatted the next sentence in Iko rhymes, "I am an acrobat, the Other is an assassin. I am a wanderer, the Other is a gun for hire. I am a teacher, the Other accidentally rammed a drug freighter into the San Mondi Observatory."

That last sentence didn't rhyme, but it didn't need to.

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PBP Discussion / Re: OOC: Frontier: Cold Shock
« on: February 26, 2017, 11:51:36 AM »
You do realize Zeph is -literally- a murderhobo? :P
Hey, he doesn't have any responsibilities, taxes, restrictions, loyalties, or obligations in his life. From his point of view, he's living the dream.  =]

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PBP Discussion / Re: OOC: Frontier: Cold Shock
« on: February 26, 2017, 07:47:52 AM »
The Vis speak like Hunters from Halo, vibrating their body to produce sounds. The Vis tongue, however, is pretty easy to learn because the "modulated" tone is used to speak in the Holy Language and pronounce the Sacred Consonants (V, A, S, Z, X, E. The letters all Vis names start with), while the "unmodulated" tone that biological beings can't really speak properly is used for detestable words like Ift (Worthless/Unreasonable), Irti-Ift (Quasi-Unreasonable, designation of the Kurgs), Kisun (Split Personality).

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PBP Games / Re: Frontier: Cold Shock
« on: February 26, 2017, 07:40:10 AM »
Neal's eyes narrowed slightly at the change in colour, as well as the sudden uncharacteristic "stab" comment that came with the change, noticing the subtle shift with interest. This was likely the other personality mentioned in the dossier, the more withdrawn and dangerous personality. Neal was more than willing to bet that this Vis' fighting and killing experience came from this persona. Seeing an opportunity, Neal decided to try and engage with the other personality to learn what he could.

"You however" Neal said, addressing Zephirus "Were mentioned on the dossier, the chummy alternate personality. Well don't be shy, why don't you introduce yourself? Unless 'stab' is your way of saying hi or something."

Neal then waited for Zeph/Zephirus to reply, also noting to pay attention to how the others reacted to this personality as well.
Zephirus remained silent for some time.

Just as Neal was about to continue, however, he spoke. Slicing through the silence with an unnaturally low,

"Hello."

It was a sound no biological being could mimic, as Zephirus threw away the standard Vis practice of modulating the tone of their vibrating body to appease biological ears. It hurt to listen to for some of the species in the room, and unnerved them more than they cared to admit. Thankfully, it didn't appear as though Zephirus had anything more to say, as the crystal shifted back to azure.

Zeph shook his head clear (a meaningless gesture meant to assuage the human, the Vis did not have anything valuable in their heads), "He doesn't speak much, Zephirus says giving away anything important to another conscious being is folly. Sorry!" He replied, bowing his head slightly in apology

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PBP Games / Re: Frontier: Cold Shock
« on: February 26, 2017, 05:36:42 AM »
It was at this point when Zeph jumped into the conversation defending him he became shocked. Especially since what followed was by far the most scientific knowledge he had heard another person speak since boarding this ship. Not only that, but knowledge that gave the impression he knew what he was talking about. Ailuin could work with this as he jumped right into a full on scientific explanation of how his team and him managed to subjugate the gigantic spiders from Odekkan territory.

"It was a quite complex, multi-stepped process. As you guessed we could have entered the scene 'guns-a-blasing' as the term goes, but ultimately if the colony wanted to do that, they would have just brought in the local militia and as a consequence end up rebuilding half the station because of structural damages." Ailuin smiling as he recanted this. "Instead, we decided to break the problem into several steps of Containing the Threat, Neutralizing the Acid, figuring out how to bypass its iron/silicon-based exoskeleton and delivering the final blow in a controlled environment to reduce damages. Capturing one for further study was a bonus only if we saw the opportunity."

With the introduction out of the way, the doctor began going deeper into detail. "With the creatures still within the cargo bay, containment was simple. The first step was figuring out a base to allow us to neutralize the species acidic discharge... Thankfully at the time we had been working with Erythrocytic Carborane from archived Xenomorph tissue, so it was mainly a matter of diluting it enough and synthesizing it into an administrative form which was loaded into the stations fire suppression system and onto our equipment to prevent the corrosion from getting out of hand."

The doctor taking a breath. "With the potential damage contained, we moved to phase two which was figuring out how to bypass its multi-layered exoskeleton..." The doctor going further and further into detail as long as Zeph continued to show interest.
Zeph nodded, listening with keen interest before turning to Neal's interruption,

Neal, inwardly smirking at Thada's amusing skepticism, was about to add something when the Vis interrupted with his science babble. Neal did not have scientific training, and sure as hell didn't hold a doctorate in anything, so most of the words were lost on him. Neal allowed some surprise to show on his face when Zeph spoke up, turning to him and saying "Impressive, the energy hobo has a scientific background...your dossier certainly never mentioned that. Would you care to share with the class? I'm sure we're all very curious."

This was proving to be more informative than Neal had expected.
Zeph smiled, Neal's obvious taunt completely lost on him. Cultural barriers were not so easily surmounted, especially when it came to sarcasm.

"Oh, actually, I just sat in on biology lectures at universities across the galaxy. You'd be surprised how little people care about who's attending a lecture when there's thousands of students in audience." Zeph replied, smiling innocently, "It's not going to be in my dossier, because it'll just be listed under 'places Zeph has been kicked out from.'"

"I sat in on one of Dr. Noatak's lectures a few times, guy knows his excrement. I just learned this stuff so I can figure out where to, y'know..."

Zeph's crystal shimmered orange for a moment, shifting from his usual azure blue as his expressionless visor stared right into Neal's eyes.

"Stab."

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