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 Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2013 1:50 pm
 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
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
 Ӎ ɪ ʞ α ɪ ʟxʘ' Ș μ ʟ ʟ ɪ ѵ α π
Ϣhen Ⱦhere Ίs Πo Ңope
Ștand
► After a moment or two a response was heard from Avalissa. Mikail grinned suddenly, his amusement founded in the somewhat bossy tone that she carried as an officer. It paralyzed the crew members, but considering they not only were they of the same rank but that he also could get her to drop the facade fairly easily, it hardly quailed the Infernalis Captain.
Mikail's grin only widened as he issued his reply, "Captain O'Sullivan ma'am, here to speak on the account of dinner and perhaps a cup of wine." The words, as ever when it concerned Avalissa, were given with his usual cocky air and just a hint of a joke. ◄
Ϣhen Ⱦhere Ίs Πo Ҏeace
Ӻight
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Location:{Avalissa's Office}
Thoughts:{"Ah, she has her officer's cap on."}
Action:{Speaking}
{O.O.C}
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2013 10:12 pm
"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
Ӎ ɪ ʞ α ɪ ʟxʘ' Ș μ ʟ ʟ ɪ ѵ α π
Ϣhen Ⱦhere Ίs Πo Ңope
Ștand
► Mikail arched his brow as Avalissa opened the door, her Captain's Tone as he thought of it, remaining in place as she spoke of requirements. They only arched a bit higher as her voice softened and the rules were laid down. Stepping inside, Mikail shut the door quietly behind him and nodding. "I can do that ma'am." He intoned seriously, maintaining the polite facade of an indifferent equal. "Though I will give you a hint if you wish for one." he added, dark eyes suddenly warm as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close.
"But first, how are you Lissa?" the Infernalis Captain queried, voice soft and sweet, the sort he reserved only for Avalissa Reinhalt. ◄
Ϣhen Ⱦhere Ίs Πo Ҏeace
Ӻight
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Location:{Avalissa's Office}
Thoughts:{"I just love having her in my arms."}
Action:{Embracing Lissa}
{O.O.C}
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2013 8:44 am
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.
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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
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.
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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
 Є ɩ ɾ ɩ α ηxxȻ ɾ ӱ δ α α ɾ
Keep Your Feet on the Ground ll But My Head's in the Clouds
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A quick grin settled over her lips at Ced's reply to her quip before Eirian decided now was the time to go. When humanoids began to be discussed, Eirian took her leave."As riveting as this has been, I need to be going. Better alert Security Ced." she grinned, wide and amused before giving Yvinn a wave.
Moments later she was sashaying down the ship on her way to Ganya Ivanov's quarters, causing a few young ship men to drool as she passed. Unlike Reinhalt, the young Crydaar denizen had taken a liking to this particular friend from her mother's past. Why? Well for one she didn't attempt to play the mother figure, and for another, she seemed about as moody as Eirian at times. That was something the Torit could respect. However, it did not stop her from being an obnoxious pain around the woman. She had an appearance to keep up.
Her pace soon had Eirian at the Medical Wing. Boots clicking on the hardwood floors, she stopped and knocked.
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It's Getting Harder to Believe in Anything ll There's A Demon in My Safest Haven
◈Location:The Corridors of the Excalibur◈
◈Thoughts: "Wooh. Visit the Med Wing! Riveting..."◈
◈Appearance: Normal◈
◈Action: Knocking on Ivanov's door◈
◈{O.O.C.}
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2013 7:01 pm
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. __________________________________________________ A knock came at the door. Who might this be? She turned from the android and opened it. It seems that he might be getting more than he bargained for. Eirian was certainly her own person, that was for sure. "Come in." It came across a mite more gruffly than she meant it, but was shortly back to what she had been doing before. To tell truth, she was terribly curious to see how the newbie would handle himself.
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~James MacArthur~
Location: The Sick bay
Thoughts: This won't need a catalyst...
Doing: Preparing for the first inmate; it won't be long now.
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2013 7:12 pm
Є ɩ ɾ ɩ α ηxxȻ ɾ ӱ δ α α ɾ
Keep Your Feet on the Ground ll But My Head's in the Clouds
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"Hullo Ivanov" Eirian grinned, stepping inside and shutting the door behind her. She immediately noted the new guy-android and raised a brow. "Who's this?" she asked. Another robot on deck...They were just asking for her to zap them and get kicked off the ship weren't they? ...For a moment she wondered if that actually would get her off the damn ship and decided it would just piss off Reinhalt or get her sent to prison...Maybe both. So not worth it.
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It's Getting Harder to Believe in Anything ll There's A Demon in My Safest Haven
◈Location:The Corridors of the Excalibur◈
◈Thoughts: "New robot?"◈
◈Appearance: Normal◈
◈Action: entering the office◈
◈{O.O.C.}
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2013 7:27 pm
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.
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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
Once the door was closed and Mikail's voice became sweeter, Avalissa greatly relaxed after he pulled her into his arms. Her head leaned on his chest as she softly replied, "I am well... nothing more than the usual routines." She would have left her answer there, but knowing Mikail, he would eventually attempt to find something troubling her. After all, as much as Avalissa would attempt to hide it, Mikail had the uncanny ability to to persuade a confession from her. "How have you been, Mika?"
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Location: Captain's Office
Thoughts: That's all I shall divulge... I'd rather not upset his mood.
Mood: Serious... and a bit Playful
Appearance: Captain's Uniform
((Outcast, Outclassed, Chocolate!: ))
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2013 8:13 pm
Ӎ ɪ ʞ α ɪ ʟxʘ' Ș μ ʟ ʟ ɪ ѵ α π
Ϣhen Ⱦhere Ίs Πo Ңope
Ștand
►"Better, now that I get to spend some time with you." Mikail answered affectionately, resting his cheek against her forehead. Sighing, he gave a half smirk. "Admittedly, it has been a long day. Earth is seeing some small problems with the rebuilding of the Infernalis base there, and thought I should be of assistance. I would guess it has been as busy as the day you refuse to reveal more about." he added quietly, catching her vague answer easily. She used to be able to hide things from him, but he'd figured out some of her tricks after awhile. It didn't mean he was going to push the matter of course. ◄
Ϣhen Ⱦhere Ίs Πo Ҏeace
Ӻight
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Location:{Avalissa's Office}
Thoughts:{"I wonder what stress she is hiding this time?"}
Action:{Speaking}
{O.O.C}
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2013 8:21 pm
Є ɩ ɾ ɩ α ηxxȻ ɾ ӱ δ α α ɾ
Keep Your Feet on the Ground ll But My Head's in the Clouds
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"A smiling android who doesn't call me ma'am...and I thought I've seen it all." Eirian thought to herself, her grin widening a bit as she put her hands on her hips, sliding her thumbs through the belt loops of her leather pants. "Nice to meetcha Sen." she winked, friendly for once (though it could change in a heartbeat), before turning her eyes to Ganya. "And nice to see your smiling face Petty Officer Ivanov." It wasn't entirely polite, as usual some sarcasm dripped from her words. But she wasn't aiming to hurt.
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It's Getting Harder to Believe in Anything ll There's A Demon in My Safest Haven
◈Location:The Corridors of the Excalibur◈
◈Thoughts: "New *attractive* and not annoying robot."◈
◈Appearance: Normal◈
◈Action: Grinning at Sen and giving Ganya her usual 'smart' greeting.◈
◈{O.O.C.}
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2013 9:09 pm
"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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