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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2013 1:50 pm
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Frankly - and believe me, I say this without any pretense - when I see the road I've taken, I have to say that thanks to good luck, because without good luck one can do nothing, I've come out pretty well.
__________________________________________________ Ganya was in her usual place, pacing the sick bay. Another routine day. It was peaceful. The most peace she felt she'd ever seen. She didn't have much to do, which was a nice change of pace. Another of her race, however, thought very differently of it. It was not peaceful; it was boring. Hanwulver paced the halls like something mad. He was stagnating. He couldn't leave the ship, and there was little for him to do at the time anyway. As usual, he wore a stiff, implacable expression, masking all of the calculation going on behind it.
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~James MacArthur~
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2013 8:45 pm
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The office of the Captain of the Starbolt seemed pretty quiet today. Normally, there would be the occasional rushing of footsteps to and from the doorway, a conversation or two ranging from regular procedures to the disagreement between two of the ship's occupants, and of course, the casual visit from a few crew members- most notably one that had captured the attention of the Captain a few years ago. However, there was nothing but silence in the office... save for the light scratching of an old ink pen against paper, not to mention the soft rhythmic breathing of the blue haired woman clutching the writing implement in her hand.
As expected, Captain Reinhalt was preoccupied with her duties, though they were lighter than they had been a week ago. After she signed the last amount of paperwork, which allowed for yet another updating of the information banks, she sighed while leaning her head back on the chair. For a few seconds, her mind faintly wandered into her inner thoughts; however, she had little time to focus on the matters plaguing her mind before a knock on the door pulled her back to reality.
Considering her position, that knock could mean three things: either it was another crew member of the Starbolt bringing news, a visit from a certain Infernalis Corps commander, or her current ward who would no doubt flaunt her attitude in front of Reinhalt. Either way, the captain stood up, calmly walking to the door and stopping about three feet away from it with her hands behind her back in parade rest. "Who is it?" she questioned loud enough for the person on the other side of the door to hear, and as usual, in the tone expected of a commanding officer.
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Location: Captain's Office Thoughts: How wonderful to receive company... Mood: Slightly Calm and Inquisitive Appearance: Captain's Uniform
((Outcast, Outclassed, Chocolate!: PUT DAT COOKIE DOWN! XD ))
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2013 8:55 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2013 10:12 pm
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Avalissa smiled a bit wider; as expected, it was the Captain of the Infernalis, confirmed by his usual cocky response to her inquiry. She could have just opened the door right then and there... but decided to banter with him for another minute longer as she steadily approached the door.
"Of course, more matters to discuss..." Avalissa said, still using her commanding officer tone of voice. "You may enter if you wish... however, there is one requirement I trust your will employ effectively." At that moment, she opened the door to view Mikail himself as she slightly grinned back at him, her commanding tone softening to the gentle ladylike one the Russian knew very well. "You must maintain the element of surprise- do not reveal to me what you are preparing, no matter the innumerable times I pester you."
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Location: Captain's Office Thoughts: Two can play this game, darling Mika. Mood: Serious... and a bit Playful Appearance: Captain's Uniform
((Outcast, Outclassed, Chocolate!: ))
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2013 10:23 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2013 8:44 am
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The question of morality is a slippery one... 🀰🀰🀰🀰🀰🀰🀰🀰🀰🀰🀰🀰🀰🀰 Sentinel3 sat, staring blankly at the plain wall before him. Faint electrical pulses shone periodically in his eyes. His expression seemed more a lack of expression. For the time, he was synthesizing. There was nothing more he could analyse and learn about in the room, so he had taken to his substitute for sleep: putting all of the pieces together and clearing out what wasn't important enough to waste space on. Of course, any unexpected stimulus would revert him to his normal state of "consciousness," but for now, all was calm. He knew that he'd have to go out and get around to doing quick checks on the crew, but he had chosen to procrastinate. If a robot could feel proud, he most certainly was; Free will, he felt, put him a step above a simple computer. ⭓ 🀰🀰🀰🀰🀰🀰🀰🀰🀰🀰🀰🀰🀰🀰 I couldn't tell you what “wrong” or “right” are, because I don't know.
⚛Location: A closet off of the sick bay. ⚛Thoughts: What is it that really makes up a human? ⚛Currently Speaking To: No one ⚛Doing: "Sleeping"
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2013 6:26 pm
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The question of morality is a slippery one... 🀰🀰🀰🀰🀰🀰🀰🀰🀰🀰🀰🀰🀰🀰 He detected the soft step outside of the door approaching closer. He was once again alert. The door opened smoothly, admitting someone. Height, 1.5 metres. Race, kyyrian. Sex, female. Conclusions drawn in a moment, he was on his feet by the time the door opened completely. "Greetings, Petty Officer Ivanov, it's a pleasure to meet you." He smiled calmly and held out his hand. As expected, she accepted the handshake, but the way the muscles on her face were changing, she was confused. "Um... Nice to meet you, too... Who are you?" Language, English. Dialect, Standard American. Origins, unknown area and heavy Pomor influence. He adjusted his own face to mirror slightly the expression before him. In truth, he was somewhat confused. Why is she confused? Have I done something peculiar? He searched the corners of his mind, making him look rather distracted. "Sentinel3, psychiatrist." He responded in an even tone. "Why are you in this closet?" She glanced over her shoulder at him, taking something or another from a shelf. That explained it. It all made sense, all of the sudden. It was rather strange to find someone sitting in a closet, who knew one's name. "It was the most convenient location in which to rest." He answered calmly and exited. Ivanov shortly followed, setting things down on a ledge in the wall and putting her hands on her hips. She said nothing, but shot him a quizzical glance. "I suppose you'll have to get started right away, then, being a psychiatrist. We need one, that's for sure." She shook her head; Sen though he detected some painful remembrance in the features, but there was too much variation between people to be sure. "Indeed." His face had returned to neutral, strangely symmetrical features resting stiffly in a mask of missing emotion. ⭓ 🀰🀰🀰🀰🀰🀰🀰🀰🀰🀰🀰🀰🀰🀰 I couldn't tell you what “wrong” or “right” are, because I don't know.
⚛Location: The sick bay. ⚛Thoughts: It seems I've got my work cut out for me. ⚛Currently Speaking To: Ganya Ivanov ⚛Doing: Conversing
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2013 6:45 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2013 7:01 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2013 7:12 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2013 7:27 pm
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The question of morality is a slippery one... 🀰🀰🀰🀰🀰🀰🀰🀰🀰🀰🀰🀰🀰🀰 Height, 1.75 metres. Race, mostly torit. Sex, definitely female. The calculation went on, the hundreds of variables passing though in moments. Lesser degree of formality suggested, subject Eirian Crydaar. "I'm Sen." He smiled lopsidedly, shoving his hands casually in his pockets. Any cautions he had had been locked well away, he seemed supremely confident in his answer. It was easier to act formally, but it wasn't nearly as much fun. Judging by her expression, she was enjoying herself just as much as he was. There was something in those eyes... He could not decipher it, not yet, but was not sure of how he had detected it in the first place. ⭓ 🀰🀰🀰🀰🀰🀰🀰🀰🀰🀰🀰🀰🀰🀰 I couldn't tell you what “wrong” or “right” are, because I don't know.
⚛Location: The sick bay. ⚛Thoughts: Do I have a subconscious now? That would be so cool... ⚛Currently Speaking To: Eirian Crydaar ⚛Doing: Conversing
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2013 7:32 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2013 8:13 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2013 8:21 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2013 9:09 pm
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Avalissa sighed a little as her smile faded; she had been correct. She needed to be more clever from hiding her complaints from him, yet it was easier said than done considering Mikail's handsome features always made it difficult. Regardless, she looked up to meet his gaze with her own, her eyes showing a hint of bewilderment behind the calm stare.
"It's not the day that's been plaguing my mind... it's Eirian once again, and no, I have not received a visit from her yet," she admitted, lowering her head a bit as she slowly pulled away from Mikail, stepping away from him before she began pacing the floor. "As always, our interaction... is the same since the day we met. Again, I'm not certain what I'm doing wrong. I do my best to spend time with her when I am not preoccupied with my duties, but it seems she prefers being on the other side of the ship than three yards close to me. Am I being unreasonable as her guardian? Am I being unreasonable in even saying this?"
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Location: Captain's Office Thoughts: What am I doing wrong? Mood: Stressful Appearance: Captain's Uniform
((Outcast, Outclassed, Chocolate!: ))
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