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Strange Introductions; Psaga: Invite Only
Topic Started: Feb 10 2014, 07:17 PM (1,304 Views)
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Kaito was gone, and this was good. She wasn't sure how much longer she could have stood his company.
He was the person she wanted to speak to more than anyone in the world right now, but the name of the game had become avoidance.
He'd taken her on a quest, welcomed but tiresome all the same. Since then, since hearing the report, everything had gone quiet.
He was out for supplies. It gave Kaiya some time to think, and plan her own activities. Avalon seemed to beckon her out of hiding, anyway.
While she had initially disliked the noise and feel, the mild temperature and view softened her. She could wear shorts now and not fear whatever skin destroying sunburn was going to come after.
She'd tied up her hair and dressed in her best messy tank top.
She fully intended to get dirty.
The inside of Kaito's ship was impeccable and clean. He clearly took a lot of pride in her, or at least didn't want to trip in the clutter.
The outside was a different matter. It got to the point where Kaiya couldn't stand it any longer. The ship wouldn't want to be dressed in dirt and scuffed dings.
She deserved the pristine glow of a new car. Kaiya wondered if her brother felt the same way. She might be reaching now, in grief, for someone new.

Out of one of the storage hangars, she'd drag a bucket. She wasn't sure how she was going to clean all of this, so she was aiming for just the windows and the dents.
She leaned against the hull, smoothing one hand down the metal.
“I'm sorry, but I'll get a little bit of it off, okay?”
Her cheeks flushed and she felt childish. Still, she had been 'lifeless' and cold not so long ago. Perhaps this ship that dutifully marched the trio from here to there had a little life in it.
Inside those circuits there might be some form of consciousness just waiting for an appreciative gesture.
She dumped water into the bucket and used a mix of soaps she found under the kitchen. If they made dishes shiny, why not this?
Kaiya dipped the head of the mop, churning it and smacking the bucket sides until she had made a healthy appearance of bubbles and new puddles for the ground.
The hardest part was getting close to the windows, but once balanced on a metal ledge she found herself comfortable.

Kaiya began to clean. The ship was massive, every step was unsure.
The dings were spaced too far to be a consistent purchase so she was often left leaning her body high above the ground while rubbing the mop against thick glass or long scuffs.
Water left long, uneven streaks across the dirt caked ship.
The result of cleaning was looking more like a horror story as water leaked against the edges of glass and became fluid rivers, like tears, to the ground below.
With the image burning itself into her mind, Kaiya became frantic to ease the discomfort she'd caused. “No, no! I didn't mean it!”
She wasn't sure what she didn't mean, but hopped to another small “ledge”, dangling the mop downwards and continuing her frantic pace. Hours would pass as she moved like an insignificant ant across the great giant, unable to bring more than a small relief to the grungy dress.

Exhausted, she collapsed. She wasn't ready to touch the ground again. Up here, at about midway, she could see so much.
Since they hadn't landed directly in the city, she got a more pleasant view. She couldn't hear the noise up close but she could imagine the lives that were being enjoyed here.
Kaiya turned on her side, wanting to rest her eyes but still her mind raced.
Perhaps she could give the ship a small coating of wax.
But that would look funny, it would only be on the front. It won't look like a dress really, not unless you give it straps.
It could work though, couldn't it? Would the ship even like a dress? Would it rather relax here with engined cooled, hoping for a breeze?
Would it like to go home?

She abruptly shook the thought away and brought her arm over her eyes. It wouldn't be the same now. The thought of Tomoko was still fresh and it hurt.
Her anger at her brother flared all over again. Why did he have to leave, why didn't he check, or turn around. All these what ifs burned her and the pain was physical, clawing at her throat.
This was why he'd kept her busy, because loss was too much.
Anger could take over too easily, and she would be crippled. Now she was unable to move, her limbs feeling stiff.
Time at the base hadn't prepared her for this, and she wanted to go back to it now. Suddenly that bare room seemed more homely and open than the sky glancing down at her here.
She had no life without those two, no story, no purpose.
Let the Damaskian military drive out her feelings and brand her with pride and companionship. Anything was better than this miserable stuck feeling. This anger that had no outlet.

Everything creaked when she finally sat up. In her mind it was the ship shifting instead of her bones aching. Shading her eyes still, she scanned the horizon for Kaito. Finally she was feeling the isolation that left her without a voice.
Everything inside was quiet, and she suspected even if she went for his shakes she'd be able to get away with it.
Why had she yelled at him and acted so irritably? Even fighting with Tomoko had been a mistake.
One wrong word and that was the last thing they heard, if anything at all.
She'd given Kaito the cold shoulder until he left. What if something happened to him? What if war came too close here and his last memories were icy?

In a cold panic she left her ledge in the sky and clambered down to the ground. Kaiya kicked the bucket over, dumping the soapy remains and quickly wringing out her mop. She wanted to leave nothing behind before she looked at him.
Picking up the bucket with the mop, she stepped back to the hangar and hurled both inside. She ignored the explosion of sound that signified her bringing a wall of spare parts down. Instead she ran through the camp, calling for her brother and hoping to hear his answer in the distance.

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Sometimes...one experiences such tragedy, that they experience the total poverty: The loss of direction, belongings, and at worst cases, even friends and hope. The losses vary between the slowest decays to the swiftest shocks, and in other ways as the individual features of what brings about the suffering. However, the unifying point was the certain realization...having nothing.
Cryognosis couldn't believe it. There was some gap, where she was on her mission, sent for the sake and hope of her species...only to have it torn away by a spontaneous event that she still was completely unaware about the circumstances of. The wreckage that formally was her ship was absolutely beyond Cryo. Some of this would might be salvageable, for sure, but none of it was any of the sophisticated equipment. The sophisticated equipment ranged in the area of destruction spanning from fried to shredded and crushed. The rigidness of the livestock shelter, tied to its placement, acted as Cryo's saving grace from death...Still, it was banged up enough that the installed systems between walls had pretty much caused the would-be spared systems to become broken as well. Cryo was happy enough to have not shared the fate, even though she was knocked out long and thoroughly enough that she should consider medical attention.

No less, it's not like Cryo was sure she even wanted to share potentially intact systems anyway. Hostile natives must have been responsible for such a cataclysmic failure! Who would they be, to have the rights of proud ainsou technology?! If she ended up meeting the hostile aliens responsible, then she would be forced to surrender her technology to the very people who would be no better than the saiyins! The time that passed left the livestock to feed upon each other, only for the stronger who preyed on the weak to fulfill the woman's own needs. It was a disturbing way to live, because Cryo understood, all too well, that they were in it together, and that these animals were the very beings that entertained her while she waited.
Waited for what...? Cryognosis contemplated this question. After the initial string of time, even with the unconscious status excluded, there still weren't any people who investigated the wreckage, between her own kind or worried beings. She was genuinely isolated, especially now that her fingers were bloody with the final meal to last her. No company. No entertainment. Nothing grand. She literally was waiting to die, at this point.
Was it worth being saved? Was this divine justice? The Facrins were worshiped to essentially be gods. If there would be a real form of divinity, then no doubt it would do a little further than to simply scoff with irritation at the species as whole, for their daring to assume that all life and matter sprung out of the original Facrins and their strength of abilities.
Rising to her feet, the princess frowns. If she wasn't rendered effectively suicidal out of surrendering the opportunity to act against her circumstances, this pessimistic reflection would certainly make that willpower a deliberate choice. The world is hostile, but the insanity of isolation creeping out from the back of her mind would do much worse than most of any culture would ever bring.
Emerging from the den of wreckage, Cryognosis squinted at the daytime at this land. This planet seemed to have fairly mundane weather, atmosphere, and so forth. A stroke of luck, perhaps. --Or maybe it was because of the environment held shared qualities, that it was inhabitable by even the natives. ...That meant these aliens probably had the divine power of the ancients, too. Saiyins certainly had it, for one, and in much greater strength than not only the citizens' heritage. Even the Facrins had been surpassed, so really, that fact that the citizens couldn't compare was no surprise at all.

With a venomous tone, the woman complains "Oh what have you done, fore-bearers of our blood...?" in a mutter directed only to her own ears. She had to consider how to blend in, for starters. ...'Wild' came to mind. Wild animals can't be reasoned with, and they have no value as collateral. However, ones that were rare needed to be preserved and understood. Cryo would never be captured for ransom, or threatened as a civil being to dominate. Rather, she would get the benefit of being kept free to wander, and at worst, kept around inanely to satisfy the status of collection completion.
...A plan set, Cryognosis put confidence to herself. She could stick around, and hopefully, eventually become acquainted and reveal herself. Perhaps she could offer services as a strange thing who had none of the sophistication, but all of the know-how. As a Facrin, she had the pride of knowledge that other bloods could not compare to! That might be able to help her integrate into their needs!

Soon enough, Cryognosis finds a strange...vehicle. A ship, perhaps. The technology standards were quite weird. But...it looked abandoned. An open cargo segment was left wide open, and from the looks of it from the distance, it was still intact. Maybe these people were pioneers, too. Hopefully they were spared from the savage saiyins. ...embarrassingly, the accomplishments of viable space-traveling probably implied that they easily overpowered where her species could not.
It was embarrassing, but never mind. Cryo strode in casually, eyes looking about everywhere. What a strange environment...Shuttles of even her own species were always so alien to her. She could never quite wrap around seeing, in person, a bulky vehicle that didn't rely on ground-based movements to get A-to-B. Sure, there were planes of various sorts, to exceed the capacity of an ainsou's ability to transport, but the design still felt more realistic to acknowledge than space shuttles! No matter...there was plenty of light. Observing a container that had been aside her path, the lady gives a pause, and turns to it. leaning towards it, she fiddled along it curiously, her mind rapidly reverse-engineering expectations.
The concept was pretty basic. Storage boxes, after all. The accessibility seemed to be ainsoid (ainsou version of saying humanoid) in nature, so they probably didn't have paws, and probably didn't use any ki channeling techniques to manipulate it. Opening it simply enough with her front-arm hands, the curious individual registers the recyclable nature of utilizing its properties. Resource management of the pioneers was well-minded. --Yes, pioneers as in plural. It was a little far too numerous to easily associate the abundance with a single individual, unless if they were a collector or merchant of sorts. However, that would also lend to multiples so that the goods may be guarded well. Of course they were secured. The contained goods didn't seem to be easily perishable, as they were not individually packaged for tapping of the abundance, so there was no reason to not have had them in the open! The sense of care given to storage in the general packaging seemed to not have the redundant preservation of treating things as fragile.

The abundance of goods either accounted to at least two pioneers, by rough estimation, or by significantly more numerous species that needed little individually. Closing the containers, and---no, that was no good. She was a wild animal now! She had to have feral ravaging! The ainsou pulls the container over, and spills the goods across the floor in a sense of chaos. She starts towards the containers she passed by, messily opening and jostling their placements, and digging out things for some of them. The chaos was feral! She might as well roared! Cryo opens her mouth in proud display of her might as a creature-- then all the clanging happens. She falters, startled, and her left arms end up dropping into a crate of samples of some indiscernible kind... Watching one such of the pioneers, Cryognosis...was unnerved. The being seemed to have not at all cared that she threw in the goods. Good thing, as Cryo would have easily been spotted, so blatantly in the open!

This did give Cryo some valuable data, however. This being...seemed quite ainsoid. Vertical proportions..scalp hair...She could easily list off the whole arai of body traits, and they seemed quite comparable. However, it seemed that the species was more compact. More...timid-built. Were they a type of being that was like a plains-roaming species, before their technology got together? It was a curious pondering, but something for another time. The being parted altogether. Time to continue rummaging!
Tearing into the gods seemed to be almost painful, and certainly depressing, so Cryognosis tried to distract herself to her reflections. If that was the size of an ainsoid, then there probably was about 2-3. The proportion of goods seemed to insinuate this. They probably had a lot more room in the general ship's capacity, judging by the amount of space needed, as lent by movement and size, and the compact demands insinuated in the storage segment of the ship.

Eventually, Cryo comes across clothing. Perfect! The suits were so weird, that these people had. It did not have the sort of expression that was really native to most cultures, for certain. The fabrics were certainly weird, with tinges of familiarity of their own. ...Frowning and looking down upon herself, the Facrin woman felt certain that she could use a wardrobe update. ...Or really, a wardrobe at all. (Her clothes were too damaged to be worth wearing, and sickeningly bloody, at that) But...though the width of these stocky, short species certainly was in par of her own dimensions, the height was not: The example being was at least a foot shorter, after all. Cryo frowns to the sight of the clothing. They were a whole foot or so shorter than herself. No less, she needed her dignity. Cryognosis starts to slide the clothing across her form, though it was very well uncomfortable.
Too rough in fabric and weird, and honestly it was rather tight as well as short. Maybe they were overall smaller-framed altogether, after all. Trying to put on what seemed to be a cloth version of leggings turned into a practice of tearing open part of the leg. Well, that certainly wasn't armor. Wasn't there a good skirt in here?! It certainly was a more practical piece of wear! No, it would seem not. It was unnerving that the whole species must have been rather dressed-to-kill in nature. Taking a piece of upper cover, she reflected that it was akin to upper armor of her own species. Not as flowing as normal clothing. Also absent of a couple arm sockets. How wonderful, but expected. The sample individual, after all, was diarmed. Why should she expect the ainsoids to not have diarmed clothing, respectively?
Well, this upper wear was certainly going to bare the midriff. She didn't like that fashion statement, but it was uncontrollable. Looking it over more carefully, she realized and worried about the fact that the species was in fact breast-less, or that at least none of the present pioneers were female. She was not going to reflect on the why, but what she had on hand certainly was not going to accommodate for a female's chest! (Sorry Kaiya!) Stretching at the chest area, she confirmed to herself...this definitely wasn't going to stretch accommodatingly. No less, what had to be done had to be done! The ainsou starts to put on the shirt, frowning more and more as she wrestled to not tear the clothing, even as she felt the fabric push her chest inward painfully.

RIIiiIIP! Cryognosis looks down at herself. So much for that idea... On the plus side, Cryo felt the freedom of the sleeves being outright torn open, and that tear reached down along the sides rather freely. ...At least it wasn't painfully constrictive, or, well, not as blatantly. Cryo reflected sarcastically that this time was going to be exciting, for certain. Clothing was now addressed, however. Putting mind off of the new frustration, she starts to rummage through more. She didn't do it because she needed more at the given time, but rather, on account of that she needed to act her part. She hoped that at least one of the pioneers could finally come so she could stop being messy like an unsophisticated child...

--(As measured by Microsoft Word)--
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WC1, Kaiya: 1101=1101
WC2, Cryo: 2045=2045
WCT, Total: 1101+2045=3,146
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She'd exhausted her will to look. Back and forth she paced the plane they had parked on, calling for him until she was hoarse. For about half an hour now she had been quiet.
There was nothing left in her.
This was an overreaction to her sudden distance from him.
Of course Kaito would come back.
He was only restocking, and the idea that he had simply dropped dead or been killed without making at least one explosion was not realistic.
Still, the uncertainty was there. She could not control the flood for now. She was guilty for making this about herself.
That guilt lead her to worse thoughts. How had Tomoko's last moments been?
Was she afraid? Had she faced it with the dignity of a soldier? Did she want her family?
“She should have wanted her family.” the girl spoke to herself, her voice shaking.
Tomoko should have expected them to be there, but knowing only a fraction of her fractured mind it was hard for her to imagine.
The moment of death tugged at the more curious, morbid areas of the girl. Had it been anything like her own? Was it shuddering, flashing darkness or like drawing the drapes closed on an already cloudy day?
Stop it. She is gone, Kaiya, and nothing good will come of this. Kaito will be back soon and it will be a little brighter.

That was selfish, too. Where was Tomoko's brightness? Where was her day in the sun, out of the shadows of madness.
Does she even want out? You don't know her well. She is your sister by half blood, and you don't know her all that well. She might like this madness.
It was true, she didn't know if what lived inside that girls mind functioned with her or for her.
Kaiya held herself open and raw, easy for others to understand and it was a fault.
She had nothing to hide behind. Honesty had given her a good start but only with those who required honesty.
Tomoko might be the only one who had the answer to those traits as well. She wanted to reach her.
Briefly, Kaiya reached into the beyond. She imagined she could grasp for them like anyone else.
The shadowed figures didn't cloud her vision but she saw them, sometimes. Faceless, full of shapes, some identifiable and some shifting just slightly enough that round or tall never fit.
It had become more clearly in her last trek. Suddenly she had a real name for these figures.
Something she hadn't wanted to say, but whispered to herself and tried not to giggle.
“Ghosts.” she said softly, sending the word into the air and letting it sit there.
It was hard to believe. When she had passed, she didn't become one of these limbo creatures. She recalled vaguely, a line. It extended into forever but somehow she'd moved up. She never saw anyone leave. Maybe some of them had simply become sandwiched between these two realities, fallen between the cracks of that line and forever wanderong.

“Can I reach you like this, Tomoko? Would you reach back if you felt me? I'm sorry I wasn't there. I don't know if I could have done anything, but I would have tried.” The anger hit violently, her hands balling at her sides.
“I hope you haunt whoever did it, Tomo! I hope every waking hour they see you, or think of you and the family that you were forced to leave! You can't be just another nameless soldier, so let them know!”

It was the worst eulogy she'd ever given. She had no body to bury and she would be damned if she planted a marker on this land or in Damaskia. It was too much finality.
With soldiers slumped, Kaiya tromped back to the ship.
Every step was a drag to get her inside, and she felt too old to be 12.
But she got that sensation just inside the hangar door. Everyone knows it. When you are being watched, that heavy atmosphere of presence.
She stood where the ramp joined the rest of the ship and took another step.
The front was well stacked with boxes, strapped carefully and buckled to the side. The shadow that the uneven light cast of the woman inside made her look 8 or night feet tall, with the arms stretching across the walls.
Kaiya became frantic. This could not be Kaito. She grasped a stray pipe, choking up on the length and holding it like a baseball bat as she approached.
Every attempt to call out and give warning to the creature failed. Only a squeak was produced as she finally crossed the final corner.

The pipe dropped from her hands, her eyes wide with shock. Despite the cartoonish appearance of it, her response was genuine. What WAS this?
The clothes were familiar enough that she hoped it was a mirror. Possibly something her brother had stored.
One of those funhouse creations that exploded you into all sorts of funny proportions, but the skin tone was not right.
“You aren't me...But you are in me's clothes.”
The arms were too many, but they weren't gangly. It was well fleshed out, matching proportionately until it reached the gentle sloping shoulders and round...
Oh my. Wait no, is this someone else who is bigger than me?!

She eyed the figure enviously. Those smooth curves, and she had to crane her neck slightly to see them all because this...Being was at least a foot taller than her, had all the womanly proportions that Kaiya longed for.
The hostility level seemed to be zero. The well toned creature seemed to lack much muscle upon first inspection, but it also wasn't poised for attack.
Still ,she couldn't find her voice. Couldn't utter the introduction just waiting to be spoken as she waited for arms to crush her, or jump her, or remind her about her own stupid flat chest.
She was stuck.
“C-can I help you?”

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Cryognosis made an artificial clumsiness as she slammed another container against its side with a forced carelessness, her form bobbing down at the sudden stop that she was pulling down, before perking back up in posture. She glanced along the contents mostly passively. An otherwise idle hand absentmindedly reached down and carefully made sure nothing seemed to break. That was awfully harsh, after all. Hearing the slide of metal, Cryo only felt more guilty...One of the containers must have released some stray piece of equipment. Hopefully it was nothing expensive, really. She would not get any sleep tonight, for certain, but the horn was thrust, so to speak. To withdraw it would only bleed its victim further.
Cryognosis stands to the next container, and pops it open easily enough, before shoving the lid aside with her two frontal arms. The audible clanging of the storage object was seemingly ignored as she glanced across the items, making her arms look busy to start digging into things---When she hears a voice.
Cryognosis ears jerked up to the sound of the trade language, of a strange...observation. The woman froze a moment as her figure was absorbed to the vision of the other. Twisting around faintly, Cryo sideward glances with a more rotated neck, mimicking the state of the fright in the expression of her face, as her own eyes studied the foreign figure. It was that short diarmed being again. The fear seemed to be in the smaller one, but Cryognosis was merely startled: Perhaps it must have been the impressions made so far: The unintimidating stature, and now, uninformed poor eyesight that couldn't seem to capture what Cryognosis found to be drastic differences of them. The stranger seemed to have more red out of seeming shorter hair, the proportions seemed drastically wider, and though she couldn't blame the last one, the breasts did not seem to protrude from this figure. There were no horns, the facial features, again blameless due to the initial direction of facing, was so different as well. Most of all, one could not deny that the ainsoid was as much shorter as she had first seemed!

...But what was to be done? Truth be told, this being MIGHT be dangerous, and Cryognosis needed to act on feral instincts. The startled-intimidated expression lasted only so long. Then suddenly the being called out a request of help. Cryo took it as a cue that she should act like the image of a frightened animal, and bolted over the container she had just opened, clumsily half-tripping over it and dropping to against it, as she kicked and threashed past it. Cryognosis landed somewhat harshly onto the floor, but her body was plenty powerful enough to deal with a fall like that without much more than a rather faint pain. She quickly kicked up to an unorganized sitting up posture, some of her hands on the ground, and her eyes staring at Kaiya as if SHE was the one who was big and strong. The ainsou jerks her head down a couple of inches, bringing her horns forward to bear as if she was ready to leap out at her and gore her against the top of her own head, even if the rest of the body still was screaming 'uhm, I think this is sitting up and not flat against the ground' rather than any kind of aggressive posture.
In hindsight, this actually had acted as a good test to the outfit she had just acquired, and just if her performance has generally been inhibited. Her body seemed to cope well with the new world in practice, and the outfit was confining, but she was able to work around it in necessity. She wasn't sure, with all the ruckus made of the sharp movements, if she had possibly damaged the clothes further, but Cryognosis was not going to catch glances to her own outfit: That apparent self-consciousness would be quite telling, after all. Instead, Cryo opted for an idle hand to brush against her outfit uncomfortably, as if she was second-guessing the decision of even putting it on. To an end, the ainsou honestly was, really.

She let silence hang into the air for a couple of moments, before quickly darting to behind something unturned, clinging to it with her forward arms and resting much of her body against it, to use as cover, while the rear arms raised up and twisted forward to bring the hands ready to grab out, except for the factor of being outranged, as if Cryo was anticipating a head on attack. The princess made sure of one thing, though: Never look at her calmly. Be frightened, and look like she must be some cousin species of the saiyins. Once again, the head dips down to be ready to gore her against the horns. Cryognosis's eyes directly observe the woman.
In hindsight, the ainsou wonders...was the diarmed woman one of the pioneers? In hindsight, the only reason Cryognosis even assumed at all that this stranger was one of them was because of the lingering around the ship: Such reasons would pin Cryognosis as one of them as well, after all. ...well, the pioneers certainly weren't too likely to be nearly as messy as she had been, but that was somewhat distracted from being the point.
The reasoning didn't entirely fit, considering that the being had claimed that Cryognosis was wearing his (or her) clothes, which was already on the ship. However, the train of overthinking did elaborate that the other pioneer(s) didn't have to match the nature of the species. It could have been a cooperative matter, after all. Still...contradicting to the expression, this one was seemingly very kind and curious, despite that she had a weapon: The weapon seemed to be a defensive measure, considering that Cryo was an intruder. The best way to put it into a single word was undoubtedly...passive.
...Hopefully the government associated with such an individual held much of the same traits.

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Kaiya: 1101+1010=2,111
Cryo: 2045+1002=3,047
WCT: 2,111+3,047=5,158
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Everything was silent. Kaiya held her gaze steady, in that moment taking in as much of the creatures appearance as she could.
It might be important later.
It was something unseemly about the neck, the way it turned. The fear seemed genuine, and out of instinct Kaiya took a step back.
Any animal when cornered was dangerous. It didn't make them bad, it made them threatened.
However, it had to be humanoid or Damaskian in some sense. The skin hue mattered little, it was the general shape. Straight backed, and horns on a similar skull.
It is wearing clothes.
This was important to note. Whatever this creature was, it had some notion of covering. At 4'11, it wasn't surprising that Kaiya's clothing was not a proper fit.
It took the seriousness out of the moment. It would be hard for her to believe something was deadly with a bare midriff and obviously too tight top.
She might even keep laughing if those slender fingers went around her throat and throttled her.

In a flurry of limbs the being was moving before Kaiya could begin to question. The motion may have been calculated to Cryo, but to Kaiya it was alarming.
The head was lowered and she saw the flash of horns. Nothing else quite matched up, the beings arms weren't reaching for her either. It didn't stop her from tumbling backwards, nor did it quiet the alarmed cry when it darted behind a box.
It wasn't so much like a feral animal but a feral human, and everything in her screamed for some distance. Just to be safe.
“O-okay! You can stop running! No harm!”
It may not even understand English. She'd gone so long thinking that this was basic, but it hadn't responded to her in any kind of language.
Had Kaiya stumbled across something so truly alien?
A new thought. She kicked the pipe completely away from her, breathing hard and holding back laughter. The whole situation was almost comical. If she'd started running from room to room she could imagine this being just barely behind her. It would be like an old show she'd heard of from Earth. Or maybe a few. It was a common gag, after all.
Her brother even favored it as a joke when he was in a relaxed mood.

Kaito. She whirled away from the creature and faced the open hangar with sudden dread. He hadn't really reacted to the loss of Tomoko yet, but he was already unpredictable.
When it came to his ship he was something of a territorial beast.
How was he going to view this new unknown?
Kaiya stood in place so she could face both directions. On one hand, the new being was acting timid. The eyes seemed genuinely full of fright, though it was difficult to get a good look now that she was partially obstructed by crates.
There was a possibility this was a scheme. It was always there, lurking with that awful reality. You could trust someone or something truly awful, but she'd need to make a decision.

“Can you understand anything I'm saying? I don't have another pipe, okay? You have to come out, or my brother is going to be really upset!” The child raised her voice to express the urgency, her hands still up in the air.

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Cryognosis watched carefully. She expressed a more blatant attentiveness in being called to, but she was careful to not really give much more as a reaction. The kicked away pipe, though, alerted her. She already had a pretty good idea of what the noise made from that was, and decided there was no real reason to pretend otherwise. She might have had the ability to withdraw from a 'loud noise heard', but the lag in the response would have been apparent, so she spent minimal time planning her motion, when she decided that her best move was going to be to get out of cover. Rising to stand, and stepping towards a point where she could more distinctively see the floor, Cryo watched with a clear interest towards a pretty apparent direction: The pipe, and the fact that it was kicked away.
The ainsou had fully come to her feet, suddenly disregarding the idea of cover and hiding, and likewise the sense of fear had been replaced with a fairly genuine curiosity. Cryo's head even faintly tilted in the curiosity, ears twitching upwards periodically as the tension's exaggeration of time was no doubt at least partly real. Cryo had a good idea of what it meant, with the stranger leaving herself unarmed as clear as day. A weapon was sought, but now it was discarded in a motion of peace and getting across the 'language barrier', as it would no doubt seem.
All of this gave Cryognosis some hope, because she doubted that anyone uncompromisingly evil would have been on the ship alongside, at least without any clear proof of the kind of social rift that would have inevitably sprouted. After all, if the other pioneer(s) was not exactly a good person, then it would fall to this one's initiative to try to chase out the seemingly feral bipedal beast. The insistence of trying to speak the language that didn't seem to get through left Cryo a little paranoid, though, of if there was some type of knowledge at play that Cryognosis surely should be able to understand the person, for some reason or another, and that either additionally or alternatively, her ruse was a practice of futility after some sore sense of obviousness of civility.

Suddenly, that ainsoid spoke up again, and Cryo was easily able to quickly withdraw 'timidly' this time, attention openly, solidly diverting to the diarm. Cryo didn't draw her horns forward via a lowered head, the ears instead thrust upward-backward in alert. However, Cryo had quickly took a pair of quick steps back, drawing the final step as further with a larger gap, and with her frontal arms brought downward before bending to upward, crossing each other a little far from the wrist, and defensively close to her own form defensively. The rear arms took to a distinctively more aggressive posture, held at an outward-angled forward direction, until the elbows bent to bring the rest of the arms being straight forward, hands being half-curled as though ready to strike out if necessary.

The needless posture held only for a couple of moments, though, as Cryo's attention distracted itself to the harmlessly raised hands. Cryo then started to approach, the idea of obstructions becoming mere inconvenience as she tried to pay attention to what she intended to across the span of time, as she climbed over and stood onto things casually before dropping back onto the floor just as carelessly and ill affected.
Her eyes initially dropped to a gaze towards the pioneer's own pair, and then it diverted towards the direction of the clear fact of the outside being a subject of attention. When Cryognosis changed the subject of her attention towards the entry, she paused in her steps carefully, as if wondering if she should be catching sight of something, even though the depths of mind understood the only meaning was the suspicion that the family member may have arrived early and just not have said or done anything yet.
...well, at least this confirms that this person was one of the pioneers. The nature of the two pioneers' relationship seemed interesting, and Cryo honestly wondered what else was between the two. An aggressive protectiveness was clear, at least...and the brother probably was strong, to offer the clearly easily startled pioneer a sense of safety to be casual about her stay, prior to the time of which a strange alien was found to inhabit the ship and promptly needed to be beaten in the skull with a stray pipe-shaped object. Strong? Intelligent? Calming? Cryognosis was honestly a little eager to meet this pioneer---and any other pioneer that may have inhabited the place. So, was this one possibly a younger borther...or sister maybe? Cryognosis certainly wasn't a xenobiologist, nor was her species given the opportunity to study up any diarm species closely, so this was beyond her, honestly.

Cryo starts towards the stranger again, attention ping-ponging back and forth between the friendly stranger, and the entrance that was expected to bring the other member of the trio of relatively local life forms. Each change of attention was accompanied by a fake consideration and confusion, head-tilted, hands idly prodding the air now and then, and ears still raised, even if less defensively backwards.
In the end, the woman decided towards a sudden moment of decision, suddenly lunging forward when the distance was small enough to not really give a reaction!

Cryognosis suddenly hugs the short one against herself, looking down at her warmly, as all four arms sought to wrap tightly around the compact figure from where she stood, and Cryo’s own body laid up against the other one. She somewhat used the being as support, but only enough that it’d probably be noticeable: Cryo dominantly sought reliance to her own feet. This was probably fortunate, as Cryo’s form was for most-part abnormally dense in comparison to the young creature before her.
With a second motion that gave absolutely no warning whatsoever, Cryo suddenly twists her positioning around the pioneer's, to place the new friend relatively between herself and the entrance, without actually changing the placement of the mentioned said sibling directly. Cryo, in the course of movement, also lowered her body significantly, as she had dropped to her knees, the hugging shifting downward respectively, and Cryo's embrace tighter as if frightened, but not so much as to induce pain. The ainsou's head was brought to aside the shorter one, looking past the stranger, towards the entrance, in a fresh display of alerted fright, and the ears displaying the emotion respectively. Cryognosis was willing, and in fact insisting, that she be understood as frightened to whatever must be expected by that pioneer, and happily, all of Cryognosis's communication was still being deliberately made without a single sound made, never mind a word spoken.


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Time froze, the moment was monumental. How many beings did she already know of that shared this galaxy with her?
How many wondrous and terrifying forms had she crossed in her reading, in the heavens, or her short travels?
Even her own brother fell under the broad spectrum of “alien”, though the definition changed from planet to plane.
To those exalted Earthlings, Kaiya was an alien.
She was an even an alien to herself now! But those odd changes she would investigate later.
Now she was meeting something new, possibly from across the stars and even further into the pitch black sea that made up space.
That first connection is missed when she speaks. Kaiya felt a moment of alarm and reached out when the being backed up from her voice.
It was like a deer, although the physique wasn't fragile, there was something doe-eyed and sweet there. No alarm rang out in her head, the possibility still existed that the nervous mouth would open into a horrifying maw and swallow her whole.
The belly would have to be larger, I think. She reflected inwardly, it would require something more flexible. Surely there would be signs?
A snake doesn't have signs. It just unhinges. She felt an involuntary shudder as she thought of her body in spasms, spine cracking under tremendous pressure.
It might not even be from the jaws clamping shut, though she could have sworn she had seen teeth, the muscle contractions alone might be enough.

As those minutes passed she noticed some small recognition being formed on the part of the alien. Her gaze was being followed as it flicked back and forth between the open hangar and back to the other being.
It might just be her imagination but some anticipation was in the air. Her own, expecting Kaito to step back inside any minute, despite his figure being invisible from the distance.
So did this being understand? Was it enough that she could follow Kaiya's own gaze, and speculate that another was expected?
It was a long shot. She didn't expect all other beings in the galaxy to be primal, of course, but her chances of meeting up with something that could understand seemed so small in the grand scheme of things.
Could it be that a real connection was being made? A real moment that would impact the very nature of her, and how she viewed the world?
Her anxiety was high. She reached back to the wall, knowing that her movements might very well alarm the 4 armed woman, but she needed to block the possibility of Kaito seeing.
God forbid something even worse, but danger was now a distant and bad memory. It was waiting for her outside, wanting to come in. If she could close the world off she could keep Kaito from overreacting, and maybe make the being feel more at ease.

In her distraction, she didn't notice the initial step forward. She pulled a large lever on the wall and initiated the clear code.
The hanger bay doors began to close in, and as natural light shut out, artificial would flicker on automatically from the ceiling overhead.
She turned back in time to see the being come to a pause. Kaiya tried to make contact with her, her own head tilting.
It seemed like a sin to speak and break the silence. Either the other being didn't speak basic or was taking a similar approach.
Time came crashing back to her.
This could be a real threat. She felt like the deer in headlights now as the distance between them was closing.
Her chest heaved with the effort of keeping her breathing steady, because what if those teeth were sharp.
What if those four arms were equipped with equally deft claws?
Images of things buried battered at her mind in a constant flow now, all the negative possibilities presenting themselves as inevitable realities.
She'd shut herself in with it now, and Kaito was going to find her bloodied remains hidden in every corner.
Look, even now it was lunging!
Kaiya gave a soft cry in that moment, letting her alarm ring through the hanger. She turned halfway, ready to bolt but four arms already had her.
She turned her gaze forward, expecting the slick drool and expectant jaws that were going to shortly clam down over her neck.
With her feet off the ground she could only flail, her legs lightly kicking and she gave another cry.

It was muffled. She couldn't hear the sound reaching her ears the right way and something was too warm. Fully focusing out of her terror, she realized she was against the chest of this being.
Color ran through her face until the hue was bright red.
They were unexpectedly soft, the last thing she should be thinking at a time like this but it wasn't what she was expecting.
Kaiya was at a loss for words.
Her mind was filled with laughter that she couldn't voice. Excuse me, madam, I appear to be lodged in your bosoms.
This was how every alien encounter should end.
Too startled to speak she went with the subtle movements until positions had been switched.
Her patience was extreme, and part of it was pure shock. When the grip tightened, it was a signal Kaiya didn't need translated.
She knew a grip looking for assurance, she'd held her sisters hand in much the same way and held her memory even closer now.

“Ah...Don't be scared. I don't think you can understand me, but it is safe.” She would try to push this point by engaging the hug, lightly putting her arms around the being.
She wasn't sure how else to cross the communication barrier.
How did you indicate safety? With the hangar door shut maybe she would feel a little more secure.
No one else could enter, and she wasn't nervous about intrusion anyway.
Her earlier paranoia had faded, finally.
Pushing away, gently, Kaiya held up her hands again.
“Wait there just a minute, okay?” How did you indicate wait, anyway? Nothing was coming out right.
She would lower her hands, almost like she would to tell a dog to stay.
It wasn't what she was wanting but until they could talk, this would have to do.

She crossed the length of the hangar in bounds, eager to show her good will. Maybe a little extra covering would be appreciated!
Kaiya pulled a jumpsuit from the wall, hoping she didn't mind the standard orange. It took a little effort for her to start pulling the fabric apart.
Just the top would make an alright jacket. It could at least cover her a little more.
Coming back to the being, she would hold out the peace offering.
“I can't make the arm holes myself, though. I don't have anything to cut with out here...” And she didn't want to give out Tomoko's clothes. She might have some of her adult sized things left on the ship, but the idea of dragging them out hurt.
If she was lucky, Kaito might be bringing something back. If the creature didn't mind a certain style, maybe even his clothes could be altered and worn.
That chest, though.
How was she going to find anything here in a ship full of flat chests to fit something like that?
More importantly, when was she going to grow a chest like that anyway?
She was 12. In those silly growing up pamphlets, she should be “budding” by now, whatever that meant.

Not the time. Her own pleasant voice reminded her. She would smile lightly at the creature, finally. If this didn't work she would have to dig through her own thing first. She might have something more loose or fitting. The split edges of the t-shirt simply didn't look comfortable. It was her own upbringing. Similar to the human beings of Earth, she expected modesty. Nothing as extreme as covering ankles, but a good modest coverage was always wanted. Surely she must be the same.

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When the pioneer took to a lever previously unnoticed against the wall, and furthered with interfacing a broken, strange looking segment of wall cover, Cryognosis's attention became entirely distracted to her activity in the course of her previously stated series of actions. What was it she was manipulating? The very existence of the interface was previously a blur of decoration against the backdrop of the generally alien shuttle, after all. The fact that it did anything significant was an amazing trait of its own, really. No less, she had a solid intent behind her movements, and even when the controls ended up causing the doorway of the entrance to start closing, Cryo did nothing more than be more alert and intimidated in her expression of the entrance. She wasn't sure of the purpose, but she deducted the pioneer to be relatively harmless, and if push came to shove, she felt confidently able to overpower the being.

When the new friend returned the later-in hug with its own, Cryognosis was both genuine and 'feral' convinced by the hug, her own grip loosening in response. She looks towards the pioneer, tilting her head with the all-too-familiar curious regard that had hatched from the dispersed fake fright. No resistance came out of being released, or even pulled away from. The ainsou had a trust for the being, and that was necessary if diplomacy was going to be able to be established in the future, especially when the cards would show that Cryognosis will be playing these people as fools blatantly willingly. The strange motion somewhat confused Cryo, and she wasn't sure whether she should attempt to translate it to her kind's native signals, or...what. However, it probably related to the request to wait. Cryo was not going to try to interpret it, though, just to spite the possibility she actually was getting the jist of what was being heard.
Cryo starts to follow, movements acting shyly from a clearly reflecting confusion put forward, but it was clear rather regardless of if Cryo was able to understand or not, that the attention no longer was directly on her at all. This halted the limited progress of following as an effective motivation, and the ainsou opted to stand straight, watching over from a distance, an ear occasionally flickering downward for a moment. A...uniform was brought forward. Cryo glances towards the outfit, curious, then down unto herself...It really did not fit at all.

No matter, Cryognosis was quite eager to finally be rid of this constrictive wear! The pants would clearly have to stay, but she would openly and bluntly undo her upper wear, holding back an eagerness to practically rip the thing off. Sure, she actually accidently did expand the tearing a little more, but at this point that was a lost cause on its own, as the ainsou rudely discarded the previous shirt with what pretty much amounted to a bitter dismissal of its crimes unto her own body. Cryognosis stretches lightly, finally feeling free about her shoulders, and brings her hands onto the impromptu-jacket...Though when Cryo initially took it, she gave a questioning glance for permission. Fairly regardless of the answer short of the (honestly unlikely) possibility of the jacket being withdrawn altogether, Cryo would then take it into her hands and try to gently pull away the outfit piece.
Cryo's response was interesting, as she first brings it towards the diarmed being, playing a bit at the fabric in a blatant 'how does this fit you anyway?' display, before placing it against her own form, looking down at her own body with a fake contemplation. She carefully tries to put on the jacket, only to stop, take it off, and carefully tear towards the back from the armholes, to widen some room into her ability to wear it. Only with the primitive doctoring, did Cryo then attempt to put it on again, smiling happily at all the on-a-moment's-notice handiwork amounting to an actually functional piece of wear.
...Granted, Cryo looks puzzled at herself. Her modesty was not entirely intact...more appropriately fitting clothes was still necessary after all, unfortunately.
The ainsou turns attention back to the ainsoid as she personally opted to sit back down, watching with a prompt of the friend's efforts. There was a happy, friendly expression out of Cryo, though. Trust was no longer an issue here, in either angle of Cryognosis's identity. This prompt, though, lasts only for mere moments.

Cryognosis suddenly looks enlightened, and takes up the discarded shirt into her forward-armed hands. She brings the piece, laid along the forearms and hands, into an offering posture somewhat similar of the pioneer’s own. Making it, Cryognosis patiently waits for a few moments for a reaction. In the meanwhile, the pings of guilt finally show themselves, about how Cryo had behaved. The sort of expression to attribute to this wasn't hopefulness, but closer to how a puppy probably would look at one, for kicking it.
If the offering was taken by the ansoid, Cryognosis suddenly departs to the grand mess she had made, and the woman starts to clean up the behavior, though she looked lost and clumsy about reassembling the organization that was lost to chaos of the false wildlife. …But if the upper clothing wasn't taken back? It was remorsefully laid to the ground and Cryognosis goes to amend her mess nonetheless, too guilty to not do something about it to someone she now respected.
Either way, Cryo honestly didn't think to pay attention to the way she had spilled all the contents, and really, she was improvising the whole matter by trying to pack it according to her own sense of judgment. Responsibility had to be taken, and Cryognosis probably had to work back for all the damaged goods she must have inevitably provoked, sooner or later. That thought brought a fresh shame, but Cryo tried to shrug it off to try to not guilt trip her new friend. After all, this wasn't the pioneers' fault further than leaving the storage segment of the ship wide open for anyone to wander in...and that was not something that deserved what ended up happening, either. Offering help in general would help ease the long-distant coming sense of betrayal from the hidden civility within Cryo anyway

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The change in the atmosphere was rapid after the initial approach. The lights had ceased their warmup flicker and settled into a warm glow.
The rapid approach of the creature hadn't set into motion any violent maiming. For the first few minutes, Kaiya would relax against the wall after the woman took her offering.
She was trying to think of her next step. There were so many to be taken.
Obviously, this was not a native being to Avalon. It could very well be a new species, of course.
You could only read so much with the time given and it was still too young in her life to be an expert on anything.
The being just didn't fit anything she expected to find here. That meant finding clothing was going to be that much more difficult.
A place that could tailor to fit, perhaps. This put her right back at the start, however. She would have to ask Kaito were to go.
You can always check the ships communications. It might enable her to find some sort of directory, if one wasn't already built in. It was at least reassuring that she responded well to physical cues.
Kaiya wasn't sure if every hand signal would translate, and it was a concern. If she should make a misstep it could be drastic. She could easily sign a threat, or an insult. She noticed the inquisitive look on the beings face, and tried to think what it could be. Everything was closed and the gaze fell upon the garment first, then Kaiya herself.
Instead of nodding, she took the more direct approach of a smile and pushing it towards the woman, who already seemed to understand and was pulling.

Glancing at the four armed woman, she realized that might be condescending.
Kaiya didn't know where this woman came from, but if she was in a similar situation then she must understand that slights may not be intention. She'd already shown that spark of curiosity and attentiveness, willing to listen to words that meant nothing to her.
She took a brief look around the hangar while the woman was still investigating the new garment.
Inspecting three different crates, she tried to find anything that might work like a dictionary, or a writing board.
The whole place was still confusing to her, she'd have to request a directory from Kaito. A little help getting around the large ship would be much appreciated.
When she spun back to face her guest her face flushed red.
“Oh! I'm sorry!” She cried.
Maybe modesty had not been the right assumption, because in a moment her old shredded shirt was being removed.
Everything was free in a moment of awkward gaze averting.
Kaiya felt the flush of jealousy that she still couldn't explain. Despite knowing she would get older, it seemed that her body knew differently.
The curves of maturity would never go further than tey were now. That was what it told her, but to accept a limited existence was beyond her.
She politely turned her head away to continue introspection on her own.

The new shirt was torn and Kaiya was careful to observe now that the garment was fitted on.
It would be wise to know the placement exactly, and the distance between the lower and upper arms if she needed to mend something.
Why am I already thinking of her as a long term guest? Her eyes widened a little as she registered the strange reality. Yes, she did assume that this woman would be staying with them. Kaiya began to add up the facts in her mind while she noticed her own shredded shirt being held out to her.
The scrounging for clothing was one.
She hadn't even thought of it before, but clearly she was without her own. She was in distress then.
You couldn't leave someone on their own if they needed you.
Taking her t-shirt with a smile, she would hold it up. The tears were bad but it was still useable. It could become patch cloth or maybe something to clean with. If she mended the sides, maybe a loose top to work in.
She didn't want the creature to think it had been ruined, after all.
Kaiya had neglected to close the hangar in her eagerness to clean and the result was curious aliens in distress.

Cleaning hadn't really occurred to her. With the hangar in shambles, she assumed she would repair the damage once Kaito was back on board.
It wasn't her place to do inventory or take stock yet, so the exact arrangement had escaped her notice.
This woman didn't seem to mind that.
So it was an honor system. Taking responsibility for your actions, accidental or not.
This is something you still need to learn. You always are so quick to run away, or blame it on being afraid. Se is nervous too but she is accountable.
It was a small inner scolding.
Wordlessly, Kaiya would follow her further into the hangar. She wasn't sure what all the parts were for, gathering them quietly in her arms and trying to match them by use.
She smiled reassuringly at the woman, hoping she didn't feel too bad. This was bound to happen in a new place, perhaps in a new world.
How could you know what to expect and where to hide?

After a moment she shifted so she was in front of the alien, pointing to herself.
“My name is Kaiya.” She spoke softly, pausing for a moment after.
“Kaiya.” She would repeat it a little slower. She wasn't hoping for the words to magically form from the alien, but perhaps the name would help with association.
Her language might sound entirely alien, but repeating these syllables might be a start.
She picked up the remains of the jumpsuit and tried to find a bin good enough for the scraps, feeling lighthearted. Not forgetting the loss of Tomoko, and those whose lives still hung in the air for her. Just a moment away from it.

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((OOC note! From this point forward, Cryognosis' form will be treated according to the depiction while the overcomplications of such are still tame. As it is, only one thing seems to be affected: The retcon on the legs means that the pants shouldn't have fitted like they did. Consider them as having gotten torn against her subtails and bulkier knees, strictly torn open along the backside, akin to how the arms only tore down along the sides of the shirt. If you do not want to consider Cryo's appearance as canon on the post, let me know, Kaiya ^^; That said, this OOC header is like the WC: Doesn't count in my counting on the word count. That'd be cheating, pretty much.))

With the exclamation of an apology, Cryognosis lightly reeled back, ears raised and an alert face being her replies. She was startled by the response, and it just took a little bit of a deliberate exaggeration to that. With the turned away head, Cryo simply jerked her head into a tilt, the confusion being significantly more genuine... If the pioneer was this frantic about having accidentally looked at her, then two things were convincing. The shorter species the pioneer belonged to seemed to have breasts, and this member was in fact a male. After all, gazing upon a woman or man in the bare wasn't something especially bad in her culture, but it was common courtesy to not go out of the way to sneak a peak at the other sex. Cryo never had went out of the way to analyze why, but it probably would be obvious if given a little time of thought, which the lady wouldn't really bother with, even at this point: There were more pressing matters than the psychology that invented her own species culture. This culture must have been more reclusive.
Cryo pauses, contemplating the whole matter, before putting on her clothes. The whole set of hijinks were nothing that bothered her at all. She had just spent the past few minutes strutting in the open before salvaging the boy's clothes, so it would be pretty foolish, and maybe even hypocritical, of her to make a big deal of her modesty suddenly. A few days ago, she certainly would have reacted differently, though, and Cryo noticed that.

No matter, the clothes could have been put on, and it will be put on. Cryo notices that the pioneer had taken to looking. Considering the modesty, either he was a pervert, or he was, much more likely, just trying to figure out if the idea worked. Cryo tilts her head lightly, ears drawn back, and tugs inward at her shirt to designate the obvious issue. Modesty WAS in fact a factor, after all, and at this point, it wasn't just a factor to Cryo, but also to the boy. No less, the curiosity of potential cultural similarities, as well as whether she was possibly losing a grip on her own species background, surfaced to the woman's thoughts. She honestly felt a little detached, just for challenging herself alone. But really, this reflection did bring something back into mind: She wanted to right the wrong of her recent ransacking of the shuttle. The rest of actions had come to follow through as they were mentioned before, with offering the shirt, and taking to cleaning the mess. It was something that was interrupted by the pioneer's suddenly stepping into path.

Cryognosis was thrown off a little bit, by the sudden presence. Her movement halted into its tracks, though she didn't outright stumble, and her ears perked upwards in curiosity, twitching slightly even higher a couple of times. The action was sudden, and Cryo wasn't really sure what she was supposed to expect, within the almost only technical span of time that had passed before the diarmed being made his intent clear.
She curiously took to watching Kaiya introduce herself, and pauses for a moment as she noted the name to her mind. Kaiya... It'd be nicer to know one of the pioneer's names...Well, two of them now. The brothers, Kaiya and Kaito. Still, there was wild 'inability' to comprehend the language needed to take effect...Or would have, anyway. Cryo didn't need much time to realize that any misunderstanding she could spring out of the language would have been pretty deliberate.
Cryognosis stands at her given spot, at first mouthing over the way that Kaiya had spoken, as if trying to register the way she had done it. Her head dropped slightly as the mouthing continued, then Cryognosis looks forward towards Kaiya, opening her mouth and 'trying' to speak, only to make loud, hard breaths out towards her. She stops and frowns after a few failed shots, and brushes the backs of her forward-armed hands' fingers against her cheeks, in strokes from back to forward. Cryo breathes out hard a couple more times, playing with her mouth's expression while she was doing so, as she supposedly tried to get the jist of speaking on its own.

It took a little bit, but Cryo needed to take the time to 'learn' the idea of speaking in the first place, having been silent until she was about to be. Inevitably, Cryo opts to ascend to gurgling. At first it was broken by large breaks of silence between them, sloppily transitioning into or from breathing out inconsistently, but she got the hang of actually uttering a mess of noises: There was deliberately no coherence to them, like an inane grumble of frustration made into a deliberate, outwardly expressed activity. The native ainsou tongue was made up of jagged vowel-like noises with no independent consonants, making it somewhat sound like a more comprehensible and sophisticated equivalent of gurgling and growling. There weren't really multiple languages among her people, who had obsessively kept into touch with the Facrin royalty, but there was a sense of dialect between the cultures, and local slangs. In the end of it all, deliberately making no coherent words form resulted in her the fact that her language made her sound especially beastal, compared to the 'smooth tongue' of the trade language. --It was an advantage Cryognosis was fully aware of, before she even had met Kaiya in the first place.
After the botched effort, Cryo looks to the boy, defeated, before forcing a weak smile against the fake emotions. Cryognosis turns to her work, though, starting to occasionally send a spurt of noises out. The practice didn't just let Cryognosis sound like she was trying to say Kaiya's name, but also worked to let out some stress, kind of like being vulgar, in its own way. Cryo didn't like to be vulgar anyway: It was a way to be deliberately rude, and that was entirely against the upbringing of her hidden status as royalty. Cryo glances a few times towards Kaiya, curious of what he was up to, since the pioneer was leaving the ainsou to her own devices: It seemed as though he had his own endeavor in mind, though. She couldn't tell what, even in honest comprehension.

Her eyes then traced towards the lights, curious enough about them to pause in her work. Now that things were a little more paced out, she had time to realize that it certainly wasn't the same as normal lights: Were all alien lights this way? Was it a particular thing about the pioneers? Or...what? Granted, the interest was artificially amplified, as with much of everything else so far.



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Kaiya: 1101+1010+558+1,344+1015**=5,028
Cryo: 2045+1002+1138+1047+1129=6,361
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The communication situation only became more awkward. Before she'd taken her place at Cryo's side to clean, she had to deal with the dressing. Her alarmed reaction hadn't seemed to cause the reaction to the woman.
Instead it was more of a curious observation, and nothing was covered until Kaiya looked back and tried to see where the arms would go.
By the end of the ordeal, Kaiya felt exhausted but lighthearted.
Nothing ever went as planned, and without Kaito she felt a little put out. His wisdom would have been greatly appreciated. Though, it was possible he could be too forward.
He had an affinity for women, after all and the hue of skin or extra arms wouldn't be enough to push him off course. Instead Kaiya would have to hope for a relaxed return and an eager smile to show off her new friend.
She was making these plans on the assumption that he was weathering te loss of their sibling well.
This was not what she would consider a silver lining, but it was something.
Something to reach out too and make an attempt with. Maybe a temporary distraction before te grief became overwhelming, because it was constantly threatening to crush her as it was.
Her head hurt when she tried to come to terms with knowing her door would remain shut.
Reconciling that she couldn't just knock and go inside, or hear her voice in the morning seemed too impossible.
To her, Tomoko should be as imposing as this new figure here.

She was once again forced into the outside world when the woman started making noise. She jumped a little, her eyes going wide.
What sort of tone was it? What was she trying to say? Kaiya could not understand and was unable to make out anything of distinction.
It sounded rapid, almost, even if well spaced.
Maybe this was the result of hearing a real, honest to god alien language. She had no hints to go off on, and couldn't understand if she should associate this noise with her name specifically.
The four arms were clearly coming in handy, though.
Kaiya watched in amazement as she speedily took cue on cleaning, being able to handle far more than two arms and small hands could.
“R-Right. I'm Kaiya...You can just practice that one first.” She murmured with a smile. She could work on Kaito after. If he wasn't home by now, perhaps a picture or description to let her know.
She'd need to know so she wasn't startled upon his entrance, of course. He'd need to know to keep from being upset if he stumbled in and saw someone in his kitchen. Someone that wasn't her, or Tomoko.

Kaiya glanced along the walls one last time. She made sure every piece of trash was off the floor. The old jumpsuits were hung back up and te scraps of clothing had been stored in a new bin.
She still wasn't sure what would be done with them but she could imagine how useful it would be to have.

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Cryognosis glances towards Kaiya when she could have sworn she heard something, tilting her head to the left and raising her ears at once. Admittedly...Cryognosis didn't catch that. She didn't know whether she was supposed to, or if it was to herself, and furthermore whether it was only to herself on account of Cryo's ability to understand not being known. It made the ainsou curious, but the worst idea she could have would be to outright cave in on her little 'game' and just ask Kaiya about the remark. Paranoia and pride alike prevented Cryognosis from considering this even remotely viable, though, especially given that she had just immediately before made a big deal about forcing up a farce on being too feral to even try to speak.
Absentminded grunts and reactions came to mind as problematic, to such, but then again, it wasn't necessarily civil to do so, as far as she imagined. Subconscious noises and deliberate verbal gestures were distinctively different things, and it somewhat made sense that someone could be a little more coherient with one than the other, as far as Cryo was concerned. If that wasn't as true as she'd like to think, there was a pretty straightforward trump card in 'aliens can be different'.

Either way, in the end, Cryognosis was silent. With no response to come to mind, there was nothing to really respond with. Instead, the lady went back to her own personal business, and eventually decides to give a few more efforts ot pretending she just now got the jist of the core topic behind the meaning of actually speaking out. They'd inevitably come to an essentially similar result, with her making random, inane noises, and coming to essentially no effective progress.
This calls to mind an important topic, though: At this point, Kaiya was certainly going to make some amount of effort to cross the language barrier, and as efforts came, playing ignorant was only going to get more complex and awkward. In hindsight, perhaps she should leave the pioneers' company before they caught on and held her as collateral or something...well, Kaiya didn't seem especially likely to do something of that sort, honestly, but she couldn't trust how consistent the personality was. Perhaps she should try to observe Kaiya's reactions in more stressful situations. It should only take an incident or two, to get a good measure of his nature. Likewise, she'd need to be able to test Kaito as well.
In the meanwhile, Cryognosis would have to just make do with being realistic about her false learning curve, and probably be detrimental and tough to teach while she's at it. It wasn't a decision to be malicious, but rather, that she shouldn't make the whole matter too easy for Kaiya to accomplish. The quadarm being easy to teach, besides being suspicious, made the teaching go by quickly, after all. If Cryo picked up too quickly, then Kaiya would teach her a significant amount of enough basics to force Cryognosis to try to be honest about her intent and backstory, which was something Cryo could not had. There wasn't much evasive room in explaining her origin, and to make matters worse, trying to hide it when she could clearly communicate would definitely stir suspicion and awkwardness, she felt.

For now, however, the mess she made had to be resolved, to which Cryo was devoted to until it was completed. By the end of it all, it was too terrible, fortunately. The ainsou didn't get a chance to dig into the more fragile of things. A few items were broken, here and there, but apparently she had a sense of restraint that prevented most things from suffering, and maybe, if she was fortunate, she had not actually caused those said things to break in the first place, and that was normally how they looked. What the broken objects were, though, was entirely beyond Cryo. Alien things were just that: Alien. Maybe if she had time, Cryognosis could have done testing on the functions of the devices, but she couldn't really, and the point was that they were broken anyway.
In a short phase of planning, Cryo suddenly continues her duties, suddenly gathering the things she broke together. Cryo brings them towards roughly where Kaiya first seen, when he nearly hit her with the pipe. The spot was found by using a container as a reference point, as the control panel still did not stick out particularly clearly, in the generally busy look of the surrounding walls. Naturally, even though they were broken, Cryo takes care to handle them properly: There would be no need for them to be in even worse condition, after all.

Afterwards, however, an awkward moment accumulated into the air. Cryognosis had completed her task, and unfortunately, she hadn't given much thought as to what she could do. After letting the break hang in the air briefly, Cryognosis glance towards Kaiya's subject of attention, which seemed to be observing the room. Cryo wasn't too interested, though, so the woman averts her gaze to the tradition of stupid animal tricks: Specifically, Cryo's eyes came towards the lights. Of course, looking directly at the lights was a bad idea, and the ainsou quickly and immediately lowers her head, covering the eyes while a dissatisfied look crosses her face. Tip learned: never directly look at artificial lights. It's almost as bad as staring at a sun. She steps back a few steps, and then glares up at the lights, trying to address a statement of war---but jerks her eyes away, shielding them with her hindleft forearm, being taught the lesson once again.
Willing to not look like more of a fool, she decides to stop trying...and in further thinking, Cryo suddenly darts to behind Kaiya and hides behind her from the ceiling light that has offended her twice so far. She points out with the pinky finger, of her more frontal left arm's hand, aiming at the particular instance of illumination that had tried twice to blind her so far! ...Even if it was really Cryo's own hijinks that was causing her own pain. In the meanwhile, her rear pair of arms reaches forward and hugs against Kaiya, who Cryo would imagine would resolve the silly situation.


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Kaiya went to ignoring the woman for the brief period while she scanned the room. So much to do and so much to think about that she momentarily forgot the odd noises and the shuffling of her new companion.
She wanted something to break up the silence and the unease of being unable to speak.
Kaiya wished she were more clever. She could chalk the walls and show the woman the alphabetical figures, but what was the point.
Kaiya couldn't teach her pronunciation if she didn't have the equipment necessary to make those sounds.
Tomoko or Kaito may have better solutions.
Hey wait! You are their little sister. You can think of something, surely. She corrected herself with an abrupt inner slap.
Solutions took time. She couldn't think up something right away after only being thrown into this situation, she decided. Putting herself down now wasn't going to help her. She tried to hold her head up, telling herself that she was handling it as best as she could.
It wasn't because she just wanted someone nearby, and this delay allowed her more time.
Spinning on her heel, she eyes the pile of broken bits that the woman has created.
They tug at her heart, laying shattered or cracked. Most of them are minor, so the faint smile on her face didn't waver. They were just new pieces to a puzzle.
“Alright. Don't worry about those either.” She didn't know why she continued to speak. Internally she was hoping it would breed familiarity with the woman.
Repetition was how she'd learned almost everything she knew that was basic, of course. She remembered her shaky penmanship as she scrawled the same letters over and over again, filling pages. Her handwriting was unruly. Even when the other children her age had developed the beginnings of beautiful signatures, Kaiya was still scratching at her paper and connecting lines.
She'd been even shyer to speak, eternally terrified of the wrong pronunciation coming to her lips.

“Most of these cracks I can just seal up. Maybe I can build something new.” She rose her voice a little, looking at the woman with a wider smile. Trying to initiate conversation where there was not yet a chance.
“I like to build things, you know. I think they do too, just in a different way. When I would read, I would see these machinations. The shape of a birds wings, things like that. It looked like you could recreate them. Sometimes I'd just try to draw them out, but I make uneven lines. I'm better at placement...I don't know why but I'm always a steady hand when I build. They only shake when I write. Go figure, huh? Someone who loves reading so much writes sloppily. I think on Earth they call it chicken scratch...”
Her speech collapsed into giggles. She was having a full blown one sided conversation with this woman, who couldn't understand.
For all she knew, the creature thought she was insane doing this. She gestured to the broken pile, holding a few of the metal pieces in her arms.
She stacked one piece on top of the other, and then another.
“Build.” She said, keeping her voice slow and clear. “I like to build.” She turned to the wall, stepping on a pedal imbedded in the floor. On a nearby crate, the straps neatly snapped apart and withdrew into the floor.
She pulled it out from against the wall, smiling at the contents. This was her own collection of joy. Small scraps she had gathered from the ship and her short time back.

It was around this time that she realized it was relatively quiet behind her. Peeking back, the rest of the cargo hangar had been cleared. Everything was settled back into the crates or on the wall, save her collected pile and the woman was making her own entertainment.
Oh, wait.
“Ah...You aren't supposed to stare at the light. You'll hurt your eyes!” And clearly she had learned this the hard way. It was already shielding but Kaiya could imagine the sting was already settled.
“See, that is why yo-Are you doing it again?” Her eyes went wide in realization, but before she could step forward the woman was glaring. Not at Kaiya, no. At the light.
At the light?
She glanced at the incandescent beauty that lit the ship. She'd opted for a warm glow on the dimmer but apparently it was too much. She couldn't stifle it anymore, and it was so rude but there it was. The first giggle broke the impressive silence. Kaiya held the back of her hand to her lips, trying to muffle it quickly but she could see the woman still glaring past her at the offending light.
[folor=lightblue]“I'm sorry! I'll fix it!”[/color] She corrected quickly, but her giggling doesn't stop. She could hear it echoing in her ears now and her stomach is starting to ache from holding it back.
She takes a short stroll to the hangar control panel now, bringing up the light dimmer. Kaiya placed her fingers on the touch panel and dragged them down abruptly, enjoying the sudden drop in light.

“Alright, I hope that is better. Uhm...Darker.” She corrected. The light had dimmed to cast long shadows in the hangar instead of a bright, sun-like glare.
Instead of waiting for her to answer, she crossed the room back to her box. She would rest her arms on the edge of the box.
She had to stand on her toes to do so comfortably, but she liked looking in.
It was a little over 4 and a half feet tall, and the same lengthwise. Her name was emblazoned on the side in large, pretty print.
She raised her arm, beckoning the four armed woman over to her. She found herself a little excited to share this with someone else.
Tomoko might have been the first, but she would be the first to see it finished.

Inside it held her future. In a smaller box she had placed scraps of clothing.
She hadn't been so sure about this course of action at first. The chaos though, and the fighting had left her plentiful source. She found the pieces in the washing machines, on the floor of the showers and in corners all around the ship.
She'd included some of her smaller clothes. Things that brought her a great sense of nostalgia she hoarded here like treasures.
It was even harder for her to part with them now after Tomoko dying. Suddenly the future was uncertain again. She wanted to keep these things here. If they fell apart, she would make sure they found their way into something new. To Kaiya, they were not inanimate scraps. They held an aura of their own with soft greens of the earth and threaded together with the people who wore them, brushed against them or threw them away.
The pieces of machinery are the same to her. The holes in the gears resembled faces to her.
Soft smiles or surprised grins, even despair. They glowed out to her, greeting her.
“Hello, Kaiya!” She heard them say. They had no real voice yet, but they would be a part of something one day. She would make sure to give it a voice. A grand voice, or maybe shy. Some of them looked quite shy.
There were pieces of robots, too. She wasn't sure if they had been androids or experiments. She didn't have many yet. It was an expensive wish, after all. A full but miniaturized hand, and two green eyes, one purple.
She had circuit boards clumped together by a rubber band. Gaskets, ball joints and bolts. Springs had tangled together at their edges and refused to be parted.

Unaware of the woman's continued presence, Kaiya's smile softened. These pieces. They were consistent, always waiting. They wanted to be whole and she wanted to help them. She started to place the new broken bits into the container with them.
She was careful to separate by use, wanting to make sure the small bits were kept from rolling underneath the larger. Running her fingers along a piece of scrap steel, she imagined when she could shape it.
“Good morning. I still have a lot I need to find before I can finish you, but I promise I'll give you life soon. You can meet everyone here, and go and see the world with me. I won't leave you, so if I go you can go with me.”
She assured the quiet, gleaming metal and pieces of scrap. Her face flushed red with sudden awareness that she did have a guest. Initially this had just been to show her what she had gotten so far. What she had to build with.
She rubbed the back of her head bashfully. The poor alien was getting an early look into odd being behavior.

“I uhm...I'll BUILD with these some day. Hopefully soon. I'm not sure what it will come out as, yet. Maybe by then I'll have learned a bit of language, or you'll have a bit of mine. Unless you keep staring at light bulbs and getting upset.” She murmured, awkwardly. She would let the woman look inside if she wished before carefully easing the lid closed.
Leaning back against it, she would push the metal crate along its intended track. She grinned at Cryo, giving a thumbs up, hoping she'd know it would only be a moment.
With a dull thud, the box hit the hull and clicked into place. Carefully, she pulled the thick straps from the floor and started to secure it. One to go around the sides and slipping back into the wall, and the other across the top.
The top was always the hardest. With her short stature, she'd have to stand on her toes every time. The metal was biting cold still leaning across the lid to belt it in was uncomfortable.
With a groan she slid back to the floor and let herself fall to her ass with a heavy sigh.

“I think we are done cleaning up here...” To make sure she was understood, she motioned around the room to the now empty floor. Free of debris the space was really quite large.
It wouldn't be bad to start her project here. Later in the evening perhaps she could begin to piece something together.
Kaito had that soldering iron and most of the program pieces were still intact. She could see if this creature had any technological information, too.
It was an excuse and she knew it, a reason to get her back here and in her own world but it wasn't the worst.
It would still accomplish a goal and allow the girl to assess a little more about what they were dealing with.
After all, she hadn't just floated to this planet, right? Some form of travel had to be taken.

She curiously looked at the woman.
“How DID you get here...? I guess I can ask around but I don't think you are native. You have to have flown. I don't think you can just spring up from soil that easily...” She mused.
There was also food to look forward too. What did the woman eat? Would she be as insatiable as a Saiyan, or more peckish like Earthlings?
Was her diet meat based or plant based? If only she had gotten a good look at those teeth, she might have a better idea. She could recall that herbivores had flatter teeth like molars for grinding and crushing down plant life. Carnivores could have sharper canines and teeth meant to tear and likewise break down muscle.
“It would be so much easier if I could ask you.”
She looked towards the back of the hangar, towards the front of the ship. She might have to take her on board.
Pushing herself back to her feet, Kaiya started for the door. She didn't other using her security card, instead punching in her code.
The door slid open with that refreshing rush of air. From the temperate air of Avalon to the cooler atmosphere was a burst of energy.
Kaiya left the door open, giving the woman the option to follow her when ready. She'd check back every few minutes of course, making sure that she didn't end up lost in the bowels of the ship.
Her current thoughts were on a meal.
She could try a few different things and see if the woman was interested in anything offered. Maybe Earth fare first. Peanut butter and Jelly, fried rice. One of her brothers smoothies.
He would understand the need to part with at least one more.
“Do we have any fruit?” She wondered. Down the hall she went, pausing momentarily at Tomoko's room.
She didn't care if it looked weird, leaning in and pressing her ear. The faint hum of the engine reached her through the metal, but her big sisters room was ominously quiet.

Kaiya hadn't told Kaito, but she felt deeply unsettled by her sisters room. Something lingered there and it pulsed faintly, like a leftover.
She was fully aware it could be her own impression. Once again, what she felt might be a projection. The hope of something left behind, but why did it fill her with cold dread?
It wasn't the place she expected to feel anything, either. In lore, ghosts often inhabited what was old. They needed enough time on the planet to become comfortable. They had to claim and area for themselves in life before they could claim it in death.
Tomoko could not have been on Kaito's ship long enough to do such a thing. Even if she was so considerable in age, Kaito wasn't. So what was left inside might be less of her and more of what she had been a part of.
If that door opened, it would be something awful. It wouldn't be Tomoko behind it.
Kaiya could even question if this want for her sister was genuine. As a younger girl, Tomoko had been distant. It ignited the small part of Kaiya that was mischievous, and longed to play.
But that wasn't entirely right either, was it? Her sister was just different. With a different father, and up bringing. Tomoko had been genuinely kind to Kaiya, and she felt that softness in her eyes.
That was what she wanted, to pull that kindness towards her. Tomoko could have been tough still, but her family could be allowed that small softness that remained.
Is that what she feared then? Opening the door and seeing it gone? Was her fear of a ghost really just her trying to fight her current reality?

“Oh! I think we have Oreos!” Abruptly she turned from the door, spell broken and jogged towards the kitchen. Those creamy little black and white gifts from the gods were displayed and packaged on the table. She didn't believe for a moment humans had come up with them.
Tearing open the top, she took a handful and spread them out on the table like cards.
“Come on, these are so good!” The enthusiasm in her voice would hopefully make her intent clear.

Moving back to the fridge, she flung it open eagerly. Grabbing a container of milk, she slid it onto the table next. She started opening cupboards. It had taken her maybe two days to forget where every piece of dishware was but she was certainly going to find them.
She pulled out two glasses, sliding them onto the table next.
A quick pour and there was enough for each woman, the cold milk building condensation on the glass.
But Kaiya wasn't done. She wanted to cover all her bases here. She pawed across the kitchen counter, grasping a bag of bread. She gave it a light squeeze to make sure it was still good. Not too hard, not too mushy.
“Might be a little stale...” She murmured to herself. Just had to pop those babies in the toaster, you could never tell. It'd go fine with peanut butter and jelly, she was sure.
Next, she pulled out the secret weapon. Bacon, only four strips of course. She didn't want to go overboard. Rather than get out the frying pan for such a small project, she threw them onto a plate and into the microwave. She quietly hummed, setting the time for 4 minutes. 4 agonizing minutes when that bacon would be cooking and sizzling.
At the same time she was picking out plates, only one for herself but three for the new woman. She had quite a few dishes to try out on her.
She practically ran the few feet to the other side of the counter to the bananas, ripping them off the stand. She spun one particular specimen in her hand, checking for the sweet sugar bruising and firmness. If Kaito hadn't gotten these a few days ago, she'd be in trouble.
What if the woman only liked fruit? She'd have had nothing to offer her! Crouching down she started to dig through the other cookware implements. She only needed a small pot but he had so many, falling over and clattering to the floor as she tried to find what she wanted.
After the pot was finally hers, it was the lid next. It was an eve worse situation, now. The lids were stacked upon each other almost to the roof of the cupboard. It was as if Kaito had collected every pan lid and stored them, even when the pans they belonged to had long since passed.
She continued to search until she had the exact right one in her hand, or at least the closest fit and filled the pot with water.
This wouldn't be a feast if she didn't make her favorite meal of all. She'd pull a pack out of them out of one of the silverware drawers, holding it in the air. Triumphant music played in her head as she started to lower it with a grin.
Pulling open the bag, she poured the freeze dried block into the pot once the water began to boil up. Lowering the heat, she dumped the seasoning packet inside and added a little of her own mix. Just a tiny pinch of chili powder to mix in with the beef flavor. The smell was incredible, or at least it was to her.
She hadn't thought it might be sickening to anyone else. She covered the cooking noodles with the lid and began to put everything else together.
She sliced the banana, placing it beside the finished peanut butter and jelly toast. The Oreos went on the other side with the glass of milk. She set two bowls on the counter for later, when the noodles were done and smiled at the woman.
“Okay, this is all we have until...Well, until KAITO gets back.” She made sure to keep her brothers name nice and clear, but didn't point to anything for reference. Instead she pushed the plates towards the woman, remembering at last minute to add the silverware set.
Kaiya sat down at the other end of the table, for now having a banana for herself while her noodles cooked.
The silence was disturbed by the gentle rustling of the pot lid as it bubbled and bumped against the pot, steam rushing out of it.
The metal over the top of the stove fogged up, the room feeling a little warm already. Kaiya didn't realize that the effect only hit her because her back was to the stove.
It was hard for her not to pace as the minutes ticked by and the noodles softened. She swung herself up and out of her chair after only a minute, stirring a fork inside to separate the clump.

She watched the color of the water change and darken with the seasoning as it was finally stirred and mixed. The smell made her euphoric. It was home calling to her.
It was everything right with the world, good and loving. It was mama waiting with a warm embrace after a cold day. The brown liquid bubbling up made her stomach grown and she was only partially aware of the primitive, predatory glint that entered her eyes. She stirred with an intense, abnormal focus. The strands continued to soften, stretching in the pot until the bubbling sound of water became a little thicker. Kaiya kept stirring, keeping the noodles separated and testing the consistency.
She was practically drooling now, but the woman must understand. These were another gift to man. They were one of the cheapest commodities one could find on Earth, and easy preparation had allowed the food to spread in popularity.
They even had bowls you could put directly in the microwave. It still amazed her. Some time ago, you had to make your own noodle and broth from scratch.
How long would that take her? She'd starve before she ate. The modern convenience allowed her this treat whenever she wanted.
“I'll make sure they aren't too hot... She started to serve the noodles out from the pot. First the noodles were placed into the bowl. Kaiya poured the broth on top instead of ladling everything into the bowl at once. She always spilled so much when she tried it that way.

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Cryognosis glances towards Kaiya when she's spoken to again, giving a small tilt of her head. She pauses, watching her for a moment. After a delay, she starts to try to speak again, no longer taking the 'I forget how to initially use the vocal cords' state of heavy breathing, straight towards the hopeless sounds. She gives a sharp shake of her head afterwards, though, giving up, and continues to gather the pile. Cryo glances towards Kaiya when she speaks up again, during the gathering, as she continues to speak. It must have been lonely, for the poor boy to be trying to converse with someone who didn't seem to understand him, as he certainly hasn't displayed a blatant 'and I know you can listen to me' tone or wording to say otherwise to that she couldn't understand him. Still, Cryognosis couldn't relate. She had a pretty good penmanship, and she actually had a hobby for repairing things, even though her intent in life was, before the invasion, going to be towards crime scene investigations. Granted, she supposed her inability to build things outright must have related as an equivalent to the boy's inability with writing. In an off-handed sprouted thought, Cryo also wonders what a 'chicken' was.
Really, though, she was listening with interest beneath her veil. However, the chatting had devolved into giggling...or at least Cryo assumed this was how the pioneer's species giggled. They still caught, despite sounding so blatantly alien, as Cryo couldn't help but join in with her cackling, jagged-sounding equivalent of the noise. She calms into a smile towards Kaiya, feeling pretty good about herself, despite all the horrible things that had happened, but she had a very stubborn resolve to have finished the gathering of broken things.

It was then that Kaiya spoke slowly, and it caught Cryo's attention into another delay. She sounded off a very crude approximation of the word 'build', but it was hidden beneath such a twisted mutation into something more related to her own language, it came out broken, longer, and entirely unlike its own sounds. To her saying she liked to build, Cryo utters the so-called word 'build', this time stretching it out somewhat longer in the pace of saying it. This time, it might have been a little clear she actually came close to saying the word. However, she gives a frown of disapproval at her lack of accurate mimicry, and she rattles off in saying the little assortment of noises, going between 'build' and 'Kaiya', even if she was stopping herself from saying them right in any reasonably close way whatsoever.
No matter, though. Cryognosis's thoughts, in both her fake and real persona, were stricken with a sharply-recoiled surprise when suddenly a crate snaps open by an unknown means, especially given that Cryo didn't see Kaiya step on the pedal, never mind knowing the pedal's existence in the first place. She watches the crate with raised ears of alertness, warily wondering if she should suspect more unwelcome surprises. Perhaps the pioneer could feel safe, because she had so much access to tricks of the ship itself, but even if that were true, it didn't feel like this amounted to much more than a reachable self-defense. Cryo lingers her attention, curious about the crate, but she realized that she was getting distracted from the finishing of the pile, and returned to it. She didn't take long, admittedly, though, since she had done so by the time that Kaiya looked her way once more.

Kaiya's reaction was, admittedly, hardly helpful. The advice had not stopped Cryo either time, after all, and she very much regretted her decision, as reflected in Kaiya's words itself. Why did the aliens ever invent light fixtures that burned the eyes like flash bangs?! Did they not value their own vision, or was it a strange hobby?! No doubt, it could not have been that they were apt, since it was apparently common sense, to them, to never look at lights directly. No matter, this reinforced that their decision to have this form of illumination was a terrible, terrible plan!
No matter, it seemed that Kaiya found the behavior to be amusing, and probably cute in its own way: It probably was silly, to her, that Cryo had looked that second time, after all. Rubbing her eyes with her hind-arms, the ainsou follows not too far behind the boy, having no preferable place to be, but to where she was. As Kaiya meddled with the panel, Cryo couldn't help but glance over his shoulder, trying to discern the strange activity. Apparently the aliens had accessed screens, too, but she had never seen screens that were manipulated through direct contact. There was always a quite flexible, helpful 'input port' in any ainsou interface, after all: the manual reaching and whole-arm movement seemed like a slight step down, especially notable for a species that had achieved space travel and did it pretty effectively. Cryo's ears perk up again, curiosity in her mind as she reflected over such thoughts.

Admittedly, because of such thoughts, Cryognosis almost entirely misses Kaiya leaving from nearby. With a small spurt of speed to close the distance, Cryo takes to following again, this time becoming somewhat offset to the left, as she looks past Kaiya to make random, ineffectual guesses at what he may have been coming towards. He didn't convey it to Cryo, which tugged at her attention much the way her muscles tugged the ears in another spurt of curiosity. Truly, the ears might as well have been stuck into an upwards position with all the times that this has happened so far. Besides, such, though, Cryo had wanted to know what the diarm was after, and soon enough, she found the subject of interest: A huge box. Cryo perks an eye open wider than the other, ears drawn backwards in confusion...What practicality was a personal storage container big enough to look like it could fall over and crush its own owner? Certainly, sometimes belongings got so big, but they would be more accessible. Then again, these aliens and natives were quite strange, so far, as far as Cryo could discern.
The ainsou glances to Kaiya when he starts to make a motion to 'call' her over, and directs attention back to the box, with some excitement starting to stir inside her. Cryo watches her unveil with a restrained impatience, but the impatience was at least restrained enough to make it only apparent in relatively idle expression. When it was revealed, Cryognosis eases into a proud smile for Kaiya: Much akin to a produced drawn art, this was the pioneer's own sense of art. It was in the practically mystical sense of coherent salvage, and further in the cared for adoption. Building is what Kaiya does, and building is what Kaiya is showing Cryo. She wasn't really sure what exactly they were, in relation to her efforts. There seemed to be a coherent mixing of them together, but they were still very much, very obviously incomplete. She could wager a guess that it was probably salvages to be converted, really.
She looks to Kaiya with a curiosity. Read a schematic, modify an output, and recalibrate a part. That was Cryo's area, but this level of depth was beyond anything that Cryo could have successfully manifested. As the boy was taken into his art, Cryo glances towards the parts themselves, and somewhat even further away, slipping into a sly smile that barely caught a rude laugh from emitting. It was honestly a little silly, in its own way, but she would be a terrible person to dismiss the humanization of the products, which resulted from the deep sharing of the soul into the otherwise mundane objects. (Though humanization may seem a strange word, such was the fact of Cryo's own mind being translated to readable language: Certainly, the word would be along the lines of 'ainsouzation' in Cryo's native tongue. Ainsoid's nature of as a word comes from the fact that it is in fact a separate term as humanoid, in that it referenced a different 'base' of relationship.)

In the end, Cryo yearned to have access to some drawing utensils. Even if they were of this form of technology, Cryo would surely enjoy getting in touch with the expression that she learned to take up. However, despite the already varied display of talents of the woman, Cryognosis was hardly a perfect lady of all forms, even beyond not being an outright builder.
No less, Cryo slips out of the slyness of her expression, a mixture of sadness for her losses, and warmth for Kaiya's touching love, expressing themselves to the ainsou's face without any real effort to hide. However, it seemed as though Kaiya felt embarrassed. Trying to comfort her, Cryo steps towards her, and immediately pulls her into another hug, trying to make her feel better. When she feels it sufficient enough to let go, Cryo steps back away, and follows Kaiya's lead to help close the box again, taking to it pretty easily. The process was simple enough, after all. Outwardly, Cryognosis seemed to completely ignore her words, though. When he hit his butt, though, the princess rushes to the pioneer's side, and offers her hind-left hand, to help Kaiya back up.

Cryo tilts her head to the right when Kaiya speaks to her again, but this time, she gives a frown, lowering her ears. She had shown the 'inability' to understand her for so many times, the thought of continuing to pretend was honestly starting to feel a little depressing, and she had not shaken off her earlier sadness. The reflections of her recent crash incident had started to crawl back into her mind, Cryo noticed, but she had to push it back away. Cryo manages to do so successfully, but it had not been unfelt when it was stuffed away from the activity of her trains of thoughts, and that is without considering the more direct matter at hand.
However, the motion towards the room 'cleared' up the confusion and Cryo follows after the motion with all four hands into the same direction, already cheering up. She diverts her attention towards the cleaned room, almost forgetting about her artificial chaos. Even what amount she kept in mind, Cryo was eased about. This mess had not been so bad after all: It brought Cryognosis and Kaiya very close together as friends, very quickly.
However, the question was asked, and Cryo turns attention back to her. She draws back thoughtfully, considering the idea of the easy acknowledgement that the ainsou weren't native of the planet. However, she made her contemplation blatant for another reason: Cryognosis suddenly speaks up, very crudely saying "Kaiya...", though the word was still very distorted by her deliberate inflictions, like as if a word was being produced in the midst of heavy static.
She gives a guttural noise of frustration, though not as heavily as normal, in acknowledgement of the facade of progress. She tilts her head, though not so upset, when Kaiya spoke again, though.

Simply enough, Cryognosis follows Kaiya towards the back of the hanger, watching the strange interaction of the ship's interface, delighted to see the demo of foreign technology's style: Even if it was inefficient, it was pretty, in its own way, for someone to literally play with their visual interface. She also remembered most of the code, this way, but she couldn't possibly follow the whole thing in one go. With the sudden open of the door, Cryognosis jumps a little, staring at it in an intimidated way, before looking towards Kaiya, ears pulled back as a nervous expression crosses her face. She calms down, however, and follows her nonetheless. The sights were interesting... In some ways, entirely familiar of exploring an ainsou ship, yet in others, so alien and foreign. It was almost as though someone took a model of the ship, and reskinned it to an alien style. The layout was also probably a little weird, but Cryo was too busy comparing-contrasting the nature of the ship hall.
Additionally, Cryo was surprised at the cool temperature of the ship. She gives a small shiver of discomfort, frowning lightly. She looked down at an arm, noting how her skin roughed up with a pretty similar equivalent of goose bumps, up to even looking nearly the same. Hopefully she'd adapt to the temperature smoothly, otherwise this could turn into trouble when they travel together.

The ainsou caught on to the pioneer's thoughts pretty easily, once she had actually mentioned fruit. In hindsight, the royal woman was a little hungry, herself. She had eaten the livestock, yes, but that was a little bit of a while ago in practice. She could certainly hold off, but it was better not to, if you could avoid it. Fruit sounded like a tasty idea, too, especially if that meant the ship kept a garden. If not, preserved food wasn't entirely terrible. Cryo could get over the nauseating aftermath, as long as she wouldn't rely on it too frequently for it to actually make a more extended impact against her state of health.
The pause made Cryo pause, and her attention followed after Kaiya, as she seemed to sneak to the room. Surely, Kaito wasn't in there? He seemed to be implied to be outside, after all. Perhaps it was a different ship resident? If there were other ship residents, though, it was quite strange for Kaiya to never reference or consider them. Perhaps this resident was established as sleeping or lazy, but still, it wasn't quite adding up.
Cryognosis was pretty puzzled, and she even considered rudely entering into the room, but there was a blatant respect to the privacy of the tenant's lingering. Unnervingly, Cryo considered that perhaps the room resident was a prisoner of some sort...but she reassured herself, if the resident was, there was a good and valid reason for it. Perhaps this was the business of the pioneer's presence, even.
However, Kaiya had drawn into thought, and it gave Cryo an opportunity to extend her contemplations on her own presence. She had her own role, as someone going on board as feral, possibly for an extended time. For that, Cryo needed a better excuse than a spur of the moment wild nature.

When it came down to it, sooner or later her competence was going to slip up. She was probably going to linger around, so it was important to find something out: That is, just how is it that Cryognosis could be so civilized when she's absolutely primitive? ...Amnesia came to mind. The mind of an ainsou has some segregation towards the types of memory it keeps, roughly speaking, and really, just damaging a significant part is going to very well destroy the memories associated with that section. Surely, these species also had brains and comparable brain features, Cryognosis deducted. They were aliens, but they were still a form of animal, all the same, after all.
Amnesia was a bit of a distant shot, though. Typically, brain damage tends to overshoot in that respect, and jumps straight into the territory of performing in a retarded state, temporarily. A lot of other cases tended towards the whole act of dying, which was clearly not what Cryognosis was trying for. Amnesia could be quite touchy, in itself, and it may have been a pretty perfect idea to go for, in practice. There was a good reason to go for it, though: The other ainsou were bound to have arrived onto planets, and if she didn't go with the amnesia route, then she would have to answer some very complicated questions that she wouldn't necessarily rely on others to go along with in public.
Sure, any person was bound to respect that letting it be publicly known of royal status was a very dangerous move. The Facrins are very precious to ainsou culture, after all, and they would certainly end up being inevitably downplayed in who they were to the ainsou species, so long as it wasn't outright expendable levels. However, the particulars were something that Cryo never learned, and really were probably not sorted out in the first place. The mission of desperation essentially overtook a level of rational consideration, when it came to that, and it simply would not be worked around that the Facrins were the only apt ainsou for negotiations, with the intense educational needs to know just what their world was, and through that, what they could afford to part with from the culture, and how.
But to outright call a Facrin a feral animal, that has completely nothing to do with the civility of the guardsmen ainsou? That was probably not going to fly in any regard. Thus, the selling point of the amnesia was as mentioned: a good contingency against that type of ignorance. Cryognosis could clarify the issue in the background of the other ainsou, though she wasn't sure how she should handle their activities. The crash of the Vahmina completely left Cryo out of the loop on what was going on amongst the ainsou, after all.

A rush of depressing, dark sensation surges into mind, almost giving Cryognosis a headache. The ainsou grasps the side of her head with her hindleft hand subconsciously, comforting herself by rubbing her middle finger down along her left horn. This terrible sensation was going to come into play in a full strength, soon, and she needed to find a moment where she wasn't tied to one obligation or another, to grieve properly. This wasn't the princess's first rodeo, so to speak: She had endured the great losses of the invasion's genocide upon the ainsou, after all, and she had personally been responsible for sending many brave and powerful women and men to their deaths, unnervingly enough.
She was a murderer unintentionally, and committed an especially terrible crime to outright run away from her responsibility and fate. She had no place as a Facrin blood... Cryo suddenly tears herself from the train of thought, when she feels a few tears go down along her cheek. She gives a sniffle, and wipes her face with her prim-right forearm. She had barely caught herself already going into the breakdown. The point was that she was going to get hit in full force with her memories. She had been torn away from her people and culture, and though it felt surreal, soon enough, Cryo was going to catch up to the facts. The emotional rush of the encounter with Kaiya, and fitting into the ship, as much as it was anyway, had already started to resolve to just be a passive matter, as well. She didn't have particularly great amounts of willpower, but Cryo would certainly need to find her resolve, or else she may literally collapse and curl up.
The danger was very real, besides pride, though. Of the siblings of hers that survived, none of the younger Facrins had survived the emotional weight of their own leaderships of getting their own species almost completely outright killed. Cryo faced a death of despair, standing upon the very edge of the metaphorical fall...and she needed to collect her willpower to press on, her sympathy to know that everyone did their best, and her better honed intellect to understand that not only did Cryo technically not do wrong, but she even had saved her people by being alive to go on this journey.
...If...they are alive, still, that is.

Cryo felt herself starting to Cryo again, and quickly looks away from the door, frowning. This door had a very depressing air, even if it was only because Cryo was thinking of her own place in this shuttle. Suddenly, something about some Oreos thing was announced. It almost pulled Cryo out of her sadness, but not entirely. The continued enthusiasm, and insistence did help her feel a little better. Cryo watches the strange food get spread on the table, before looking around to see that she had somehow gotten into the kitchen. Did she have a lapse of memory, or was she just that lost into mind? Neither choice seemed encouraging, but Cryognosis decided to make her world only encompass the nature of food itself. The more familiar substance of milk was produced, though it was very surprising to see it not emerging from the breast directly...or to be put as a source of food, it would seem. She even thought about the fact that a fluid would be taken in as a substance, besides feeding a baby with milk...
But the thought was dismissed, as the ainsou observed the strange practice of the kitchen work. She watches on, feeling entirely lost as the boy practically dances about the kitchen. No livestock? No farming? This was a strange shuttle indeed. Neither of these people were outright animals, and it was strange to see that she was expected to feed like one. But...maybe that was not such a big deal to the pioneers, to eat like this.

Once it all resolved, with a strange practice being made out of some of the food, Cryo turns attention to the offered plates. She smiles happily, taking it up, and lowers into sitting on the ground, legs folded against themselves as she rested the plate in front of herself. It seemed that Kaiya was taken to a foreign equivalent to a seat, at a table...and reluctantly, Cryo decided to stand back up and follow her, trying, awkwardly, to fit herself on the furniture not meant for her kind.
The food was appealing, but Cryo would wait. She needed to wait until Kaiya was done cooking, because it was probably how things were run in this culture. Even if not, she could retroactively justify it through not understanding what and when she was supposed to do. However, things were served, and a mixture of strange scents freshly filled to Cryo's nostrils, as she realized that the room was a little more comfortable, with the heated food. ...Heated food was weird, but perhaps it was a natural overcompensation for the lack of body heat in the prepared nourishment.

No matter. It was time to dig in, as soon as Kaiya started, or motioned the ainsou to start. Cryo starts with eating the banana: In such, Cryo starts to eat the banana whole, with disregard to the skin. Such was no significant factor of her, as she bit into the skin, and completely disregarded its normally considered-inedible nature. It was still pretty decently tasty, and a good matter...but then Cryo takes to the rest of the prepared food. The...'Oreos' ...milk...noodles. She wasn't sure how compatible this other food was to her, granted, almost the same could be said for that banana. She had nothing like it on her planet, but it looked a lot more natural than the other food, nonetheless.

Then Cryo had an idea. Maybe she could try the Oreos first! If this happened to be bad for her, then the results wouldn't tarnish Kaiya's efforts! She started to eat them, even though they tasted downright horrible, and she had a fairly regretting face to having given it a shot. However, she had eaten a decent amount of it by the time she inevitably gave up on it possessing an acquired taste, at least.
...Then Cryo starts to feel cramps in her stomach, and completely seizes up in a sense of shock. Her skin starts to dull and darken, and the poor woman suddenly outright falls out of her chair, rather stiff and rigid in her posture while displaying a 'this is hurting BAD' expression. For a moment, she seemed quite dead, but a twitch inevitably gave it away. Cryo starts to crawl out of the kitchen, knowing what bad food does to one. After pulling herself away, as though she was half-dead, the woman starts to prod and scratch at her blackened skin. It starts to tear away, exposing a fresh layer of glossy, clean looking skin. Wonderful. Shedding based on food poisoning. The ainsou starts to pull off her clothes, and start to pick more at the partially broken away part. More of it was coming off, and Cryognosis gradually pulls out from her old skin across the space of a slow, devoted space of minutes. The entire surface had removed from Cryo: Skin, hair, nails, and so on. The eyes were about the only thing to not be replaced with a shiny under layer. Further, the woman had fresh hair, completely as full of length as her scalp's previous amount, which seemed to grow as the old head surface was pulled away. This may have seemed outwardly mystical and strange, but for Cryognosis, it was a rather literally everyday thing. …Except that this shedding was induced by food poisoning, being so badly discolored to darkened coloration across the old layer, that signaled a rejected reaction, or for that matter that it strongly smelled halfway decayed, at that. It wasn't even black like a normal, dark skin tone. Instead, it was as though Cryo had somehow manifested then shed her entire shadow, itself.


--(WC)--

Kaiya: 1101+1010+558+1344+1015+513+3582=9,123
Cryo: 2045+1002+1138+1047+1129+1048+4199=11,608*
WCT: 9123+11608=20,731

I'm going to note, since someone PROBABLY is going to get offended here. When Cryo says 'retarded', she means a rather clinical sense of the word, not its form as offensive slang.

* - Omg, we actually hit TWO THOUSAND with this? This is awesome! ^-^
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Vlad was left not knowing what to do or where to go he had been doing good across the planet but he felt his time could be better spent elsewhere like earth as he had seen that video that displeased and unnerved him greatly but he did not know if he could bring himself to fight his own kind for the organics especially since he has seen the relationship between organic and inorganic life go down the drain with the spreading of awareness of a potential machine uprising thinking AIs being dragged out beaten and blanked out for no reason other then them having the potential of uprising due to their advance cognitive powers potentially developing a self capable of hating them. Vlad was struggling both with where his loyalties should lie if a war between androids and organics did one day erupt and what to do in the immediate future it was really getting to him how so much pain and suffering was growing in the galaxy and he had enough of a benevolent desire what could an insignificant worm of an android as him do to make a difference in the universe? What could he do? What should he do?

Vlad walked in his outpost wearing another line in the floor making a perfect half square in the floor. Hours and hours spent passing and thinking like a man losing his mind. Organics would always hate him and no organic should be trusted! Untrue, for starters his creator was human and gave him the compassion of free choice additionally there have been events that if his “friends” were truly just playing to be friends to get on his good side they had the power to inhibit his ability to think and enslave him. Why maintain an illusion of friendship if you had the power to turn him into a thoughtless emotionless, disposable, tool of a robot. No, it is within the organics potential to bring good change to the relationship between organics and inorganic even if the empathy is imperfect it is sufficient to form a true friendship bond even if that bond is not nor will it ever be on brotherly levels it is close enough to be a genuine and lasting friendship. Then it is only a few rotten apples eh? No because if there was goodness in the whole it would not be so easily corrupt by static thinking propaganda that perpetuates them or us mentalities. This was a tough and very ambiguous situation and no doubt androids share the blame for it but it is largely organics that topple the first domino in the domino effect as awareness of mistreatment breeds hate and most of the time it is organics mistreating androids that compel them to act in manners that the paranoid call the machine uprising it is because they are aware of themselves and strive for the rights that all beings with self should pine for and the organic abusing them will not listen to reason so they hit the organic and then fir breaking the first law the robot is executed then the situations repeat themselves until a unit remains alive long enough to see that the mistreatment extends beyond just them and it makes them try and build a rebellion.

“What should I do?!” Vlad said falling to his knees and his optics blurred as his domestic components engaged to enable him to cry his saltwater tears.

“Aria, Revan, O'Ryan, anyone please help me! Please help me!” Vlad begged to the empty room.

“Don’t ask for help Vlad despair the hopelessness of your benevolent heart in a universe that will never be pleasant to it! You are too good for this universe Vlad if you wish to be an effective hero stop giving a shit about others and allow the darkness of the universe soak into you until you become immune to pain. Let darkness heal you and hate of it make you strong and the desire to see it snuffed from the universe compel you to forever fight.” A voice came out answering his pleas and then Vlad was kicked in the solar plexus by familiar foot plating of an all but too familiar android.

Vlad got up from being launched against the wall and held his chest. “Spider. You always kick me when I am feeling down.” Vlad said rage filling him.

“Yeah but someone has to try and dispel you of this empathy nonsense you hold so dear. The universe is no place for it and has no place for it.” Spider said the combat android displaying contempt for the very ideas of friendship care and compassion all he has ever known or needed was violence and the awareness of it is why he exists to go with his fists and knifes. Death and destruction is why he exists and feels no need for any emotion outside of joy and ecstasy to draw from it. Compassion and care is weakness in his eyes and it always has been and perhaps it always will be to the android with a lust for satisfying his reason for existing.

Vlad tried to fight Spider bur was beaten and tossed out the door and vanished.

Vlad looked around and frowned. He needed to do something to see to it that his mind was not overwhelmed by the fears that was enveloping him slowly threatening to rule him.

Vlad tuned his sensors to their limits to try to find something that he could join in and help.

“limiter one disengage”Vlad said transforming to his new form and modifying it to the late adolescence / early adulthood age range.

Vlads long hair fell over his back at the same length as his coat cape. The 6ft humanoid robot waited with his eyes shut trying to magnify his hearing for any signs of curious activities or explosions to rush to and see to the help of those caught in it and near it. Vlads neural net was eliminating background noise focusing on out of the ordinary sounds and conversations. Vlad needed something to take his mind off of that which ran like a nest of bees in his mind.

Interacting with others and perhaps seeing to aid them if the need arises.

Vlad was waiting for a sign and his mind ready to pinpoint its location Vlad was standing in the middle of a barren field in the middle of nowhere Vlad had moved his facility to. Vlad had set up many structures in isolation he hated to be so isolating but he was unconvinced that a mob breaking into his outpost and finding him offline hooked up to a maintenance bed for a peaceful night sleep cycle would not simply beat and break him for being a machine.

Vlad WC 1,139



Kaiya 9,123

Cryo 11,608

20,731+ 1,139= 21870



OOC I did not know how to open it so I decided to set it up that something happens to draw his attention.

I may stay for a little going into next week to get at least a 5,000 WC as transportation to the same faction ruled worlds is instant so I can just arrive their and defend the same week.
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(I just had the ship make as much noise and chaos as possible to help draw some attention for Vlad. I hope that works for you =) )

She didn't notice the woman's frown to her continued talking. She wasn't quite wrapped up in her own world, but she was distracted enough that it bordered on rude.
She'd latched onto this new creature and the repeated hugs only cemented her assurance that there was some understanding.
It wasn't from her voice. She didn't even tilt her head, although she had croaked what sounded to Kaiya like an attempt at her name.
It might be feelings. Facial expressions, or the obvious body language the child used.
Her style of speech and posture was still very open. She had no reason to hide who she was or what she thought.
The war should have made some impact, but instead it only reassured her need for honesty. A war could be fought with underhanded tactics and that was so often the case.
It wasn't her style. She wanted to openly face her enemies but time was slowly impressing her on the importance of limiting information.
She was finding that everyone else had learned these lessons much earlier. Kaito already had his hands in a variety of activities that she questioned the legality of.
He met her concern with that same confident grin and usually sent her on another project. She had no time to ponder the ethics of it lately, especially without knowing the exact details.

It was relatively quiet while Kaiya ate. She casually watched as Cryo inspected the food.
She found it strange that she was able to eat the banana so entirely. Her eyes were wide while settled on the display.
She'd expected a new face to be displayed once she discovered how bitter the skin was. Kaiya only had a vague memory of the taste but she recalled it being unpleasant.
Even a little a fibrous with strands tearing from the inside. She'd assumed that the mush lining on the side would be sweet, similar to the banana itself but it was just as bitter as the thick skin.
There was a moment of tension for Kaiya as she waited to see if anything negative happened. Still, no sour face came and she found herself feeling a little cheerful.
She gathered her own now empty noodle bowl, fork and spoon, and her snack plate. Rather than get up, she scooted chair back until it hit the counter. Reaching back and over her head she let her dishes slide into the sink with a loud clatter and grinned.
Clean up was finished. Well, almost. Turning around she clambered to her knees and turned on the water.
She poured in plenty of dish soap, letting the bubbles rise.
Hearing the crunch of sweet Oreo goodness she'd turn her head. It wasn't the reaction she'd hoped for, she could see the faint frown forming on the woman's face.
So bananas and the skin were fine, though she had no way of telling taste, and this was unpleasant. Oreos were somehow unpleasant.

She gave the woman an apologetic frown, wanting her to know she hadn't intended any harm. It seemed to get worse after that, however. Maybe it was the light in the room but the woman's skin seems to rapidly lose its sheen. Her hair was losing its luster.
Kaiya was almost sure it was bruising too, because it seemed to darken. She put one hand over her mouth in horror, the other reaching out towards Cryo to try and relax her.
She noted the pained expression on her face now. Could it be cramps, this quickly from bad food?
Before she can reach her, fingers just grazing her top, she watched the woman spill out of her chair.
She gave a startled cry at the sound.
“Oh my god, are you okay?” She yelled out her question, knowing the woman couldn't answer. She reached for her again, kneeling down to try and help her up by putting her arms around her waist.
Everything is getting worse, because instead of grasping her she has air. She watched the woman inch away across the floor. In panic, she ran back to the sink, letting it fill with water before she remembered it was hot.
She flipped the nozzle to cold, spilled out the hot water and refilled it all while looking at the woman who had made it out of the kitchen.
Something seems wrong with her skin and the horror of it makes her dizzy. It looks almost like pitch, and it might be her imagination but was it peeling?
She sprinted out after her into the hallway, the water nearly tumbling out of her hands as she takes in the sight beyond in the hallway.

Kaiya stands transfixed at the horrors taking place. The woman is in the process of undressing, but more than just clothes are coming off. At first, she doesn't want to understand.
She pushes reality away because this cannot be possible. There are plenty of creatures she'd heard of that shed. Insects and amphibians took it off like another layer of skin. Some avian types would shed feathers, though this was called molting. Even the furry variety could shed the undercoat of fur.
She had just never seen something to this extent.
Underneath, clean, fresh skin was revealed. It glinted in the overhead lights, but it didn't undo the image of what was coming off. The black pitch didn't quite flake away either. The woman seemed to be helping it along by touching, prodding at spots but never just pulling.
It crumpled to the floor near the discarded clothes.
Those will have to be washed immediately. We'll have to get new clothes for her... She thought absently.
What followed was the smell. She hadn't noticed it right away but it was like rot and organic decay.
Wanting to be polite, she closed her hands over her nose and tried to breath in through her mouth.
Kaito is going to kill you. How will you get this smell out?
It was one problem after another today. Without another word to the woman, she bolted down the long hallway towards the cockpit.

She really had no idea how to fly the ship and thankfully that wasn't her intent. She wanted to vent the smell out, that way she could face that lump in the hallway and stop the water from coming out of the kitchen.
Out of the kitchen?
The sink. In her panic, she left the sink on. The flood of bubbly mess was pooling out into the hall.
She hit every button on the panel until the ship turned on, engines roaring to life.
She left the throttle alone, giving it no lift and instead started at the panel she knew, at the very least, controlled opening. Windows opened, vents opened to the air and spilled the sour rot into the sky.

“Oh my god, I am in so much trouble. How do I fix this?” The smell isn't going away and the panicked child looks back at the water running into the hall, heading back to turn it off. Even if she stops it now, there isn't a mop big enough to take care of this entire mess.

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Cryognosis could not blame Kaiya at all: The pioneer was trying hard to cover the variety of food that she could have eaten, and really, the only thing she could have complained or faulted Kaiya on, was that she was in too much of a rush to try ideas, to be able to discern which ones were working or not: If it wasn't for sharp and quick reaction to the food poisoning, Cryognosis may have very well have doomed herself from eating too much of the bad food. Then again, it would have easily been possible that a species may have gotten itself killed by just trying even a little bit of the wrong food, so in the end, food testing for foreign life was a gamble, after all, and it only further insisted that Cryognosis could not blame Kaiya for trying her hardest to make sure the ainsou fit in. Cryognosis only had thankfulness for the pioneer.

The reflection strangely stuck out in Cryognosis's mind, as she tried to get her bearings. She lost track of everything at once, like as if her mind entirely had shut off on her for just a few moments. Did she fall unconscious? No...It didn't seem to be that, at least entirely. She distinctively remembers that she had remained awake through the whole time, but no less, everything recent had become such an incoherent blur, that she might as well had fallen unconscious to this point. From where she found herself laying, Cryo somehow knew that Kaiya had just left Cryognosis, frightened.

Frightened...Her friend was frightened? Why? Was it her? What could have possibly frightened Kaiya, though? Nearly dying definitely was worth fear, and Cryognosis recalled that she was called after, in the slur of memories. Something about acknowledging something wrong.
There was the noise of water running in the background. Cryo imagined she could start with that noise. Kaiya might be there, even though Cryo didn't recall her going towards that direction. However, she reels back from her black sheddings...It was so unnatural, and the smell was horrible! Forcing her inner strength to bring her to her feet, Cryognosis reluctantly grabs at the hardened sheddings, and takes them up into her grip. They were unnatural by every way possible. Normal shedding was supposed to be light, loose, weak-scented, and well resembling of her former appearance. This, though, smelt of death, and was probably why Cryognosis still felt deeply ill. However, even with pulling the overwhelming smell to herself, Cryognosis had well into mind what she needed to do: Disposal. Perhaps there was an opening to access? Cryo starts down the hall, in a hastened walk. Hopefully, there would be a way to get to a window, airlock, or something of the like, to be able to dispose of the remains effectively.
In short time, Cryo's able to find such a window, and with it, her frontal arms bring themselves from the shedding to the window. However, upon attempting to access it, Cryo learns something crucial and terrible: She couldn't seem to get it to open! She wasn't sure if there was a central access, a needed access code, if she just was doing it wrong, or if there was outright no way to open it, but no matter what it was, she was simply unable to get it open. The thought of breaking it open crossed her mind, but besides it probably being too tough for her to break through; she would certainly damage the functionality of the shuttle itself. If for nothing else, Cryo already had enough emotional weight over her actions as it is, to try to do an evil-good act of causing damages to remove an inconvenience.

As a result, she was almost ready to leave, when suddenly the ship roared to life. Cryo was startled, but only briefly, considering that she imagined it was machinery of the ship starting. Cryo was confused, but ultimately didn't mind...And suddenly the window popped open. The ainsou stares blankly, trying to discern what must be going on...They must not be taking off, then. Come to think of it, maybe that's why she ran away. No terrible or malicious feelings for Cryo, but rather, that she was trying to do everything she can to get that smell away. Well, even if that was not so, the next step was obvious. Taking it into her hands, Cryo focuses the ki activity in her body, powering up. She feels a surge of energy rush through her, somewhat rejuvenating her, even if it was a purely psychological effect. Her hair starts to shift and whip about, as if a wind was kicking up around her, and accessing the amount of ki she needed, Cryo stops tapping into her charged energy.
Though the hair calmed from the movement, it now was starting to glow faintly. Her skin developed glowing blue lines along it, as if a relatively sparse pattern of veins were drawn along her form. However, the ainsou completely ignored it. Effectively speaking, the influence of ki onto her appearance was merely a cosmetic effect that resulted from how her body generally interacts with the power, after all. Cryo gives a step to the side, and with a sharp motion, completely throws the body out. Stepping back into her previous spot, Cryo flicks out her hindleft arm's hand, with blue energy crackling out from the lines, and at the peak of the motion, a blast of energy explodes out from the skin, shooting out towards the discarded sheddings. Immediately, the blast completely destroys it, scattering it across a wide distance in miniature particles.
With a satisfied smile, Cryo retracts from her powered up state, and starts to return towards the kitchen. Of course, she started to feel sick again, with her body remembering it was sick, but it would be unhealthy to try to exert herself while ill. However, with the source gone, it should be much better now.

Upon arriving, though, Cryo saw the accumulating pool of water spreading into the hall. The ainsou draws back a step, not sure why it was bubbling. Maybe it wasn't water! ...But it was clearly overflowing from somewhere. Cryo frowns, looking towards the kitchen. She had to brave this challenge, now, or else the ship very may well flood! ...Well, probably not, but a waterlogged ship would be a trouble of its own, certainly. Cryo rushes into the kitchen, nearly slipping numerous times on the way over to what seemed to be a sink pouring out water. Immediately, she grasps the edge of the sink with her primary hands, and with her rear arms' hands, she rushes into fiddling with the sink, at first turning all of the water on, but then figuring out, quickly enough, how to turn it off altogether. The princess gives a breath of relief to the aftermath, partially towards the fact that the bubble-water wasn't fatal, and partially towards the fact that she managed to turn it off, even if there needed to be a way to get rid of the water that doesn't include 'blow it up'.

--(WC)--

Kaiya: 1101+1010+558+1344+1015+513+3582+1197=10,320
Cryo: 2045+1002+1138+1047+1129+1048+4199+1185=12,793
WC3 Vlad: 1139=1,139
WCT: 10320+12793+1139=24,252

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Vlad smiled and turned to the source of the ruckus and darted to the detected source of the commotion.

Vlad passed over a small regressive town and found himself tailed by a cop was this a no fly zone? Did he not know something was against the towns laws for even protectorate supporters? Vlad decided he would comply and landed in the not so busy town square.

“Whats the problem officer?” Vlad asked kindly.

“Don’t play dumb! The newest law according to the mandates against inorganic uprisings an android must be overseen by an organic at all times when in public spaces and all times where an organic overseer is not present the unit is to be deactivated and put in whatever storage the organic overseer has available to them and can only be reactivated when the organic overseer is available to oversee for a time frame no lower then half hour and when the time available expires the unit is meant to be shut down and placed in storage again with their active timer watch units memory taken for filing and the memory of said unit is always open for law officials to check at a request!” The man spoke in a rage seemingly at the fact he had to explain what was apparently common knowledge.

Such strict laws and restrictions! Vlad was angered by this but did his best to remain calm.

“Where is your active memory timer wrist watch,unit?!” The man said with authority clearly showing himself as the alpha despite a laughable power level in comparison to the transformed android

“I do not have one” Vlad said.

The man grunted annoyed “Ok whats your model unit?” He said in a sort of frustration and took out a small hacking device.

Vlad bit his lips it was clear that he was going to try and hack him threw his model indicating a universal linking where any unit he points it to as long as he has the model type selected he can at a whim rob them of their thoughts.

The officer impatiently dug out a scanner panic showing on his face as he seen that Vlad did not exist in the data base.

The officer took out an electrically charged police club and began swinging at Vlad who dodged it “Why are you attacking me?!” Vlad asked annoyed a little.

“You are an unshackled android unshackled AIs must be subjugated by force.” The man said aggressively as he swung his ineffective mass produced weapon

Vlad sighed at leas Gills weaponry was slow to arrive apparently but that was not a care for Vlad at the moment what was an angering and saddening thing was that the lack of ambiguity. The law was a single beam like thing for it and no nuance and ambiguity is ignored. A law that relentlessly pursues a single path ignoring all the nuance and ambiguity of the universe is a very Draconian thing to Vlad. This town was ruled by fear to androids and they do not see that acting on that fear is what at many times makes the very threat that it claims to solve

Vlad stopped it with his shew after the 20th attempt swing and was so very compelled to punch the officer in the face but his special enhanced rubberized bottom part of his shews nullified the sting of the charge leaving only a weak bludgeoning feel. Vlads anger at this new information tempted him to punch the organic in the face in a straight shot right to this officers doughnut hole as the organic seemed to have poor hygiene that he could smell fresh doughnuts and the sweets that he coated them with as well as filling. Either it was poor hygiene or the guy was eating his doughnut when he noticed Vlad.

Vlad smirked as he thought the potential of a cleaner bot that he helped keep AI free just discarded his abandoned doughnuts.

Out of the blue automatic weapons fire rocked the scene and the officer took an energy round in his arm and he collapsed holding his arm as he scurried behind cover and called reinforcements and the android hid himself even tho those weapons would not even breach his skin it was clearly a mass produced weapon not perfected as gill has so he was in no danger but he wished to get a good look of the opposition.

Vlad looked over at the android found it was a large gang war that seemed these big conquering gangs looked to take this small regressive town with their superior forces and tech that the small town simply lacked the resources to fight off and maintain order in the streets.

Vlad could take out every threat in the area with ease but seen a distressing sight in the form of a familiar helmeted figure.

<A familiar snap then blood comes spilling from the tap. A gentle breeze of grace that lays waste to all. Hear the masses scream as they fall. Enemies impaled together on a cob as a sign of how much I love my job. Death leaving its mark in large heaps in eternal sleep. I am spider the synthetic angel of death a free agent in this course of events and in mere moments all your lives will be past tense.>

Vlads eyes widened in horror as his telepathy was forced to read what spider was thinking. Vlad tried to yell tried to warn them but it was already over as he thought of his graphic execution of both the warring gangs and the cops was already committed and lacerations appeared on the bodies and blood pooled out in the city center any thing that bared eyes on him was slain save for Vlad. Civilians received no greater mercy then any soldiers or thug was permitted to receive in Spiders carrier. Some were left to die with nonfatal lacerations leaving them gazing at their internal organs that were pulled out but they would all bleed out before help could arrive. So many bodies that were not 60 seconds ago teaming with life albeit fear due to the gang war but still they were alive mere seconds ago and in good health but when spider arrived on the scene their fates were sealed.

Vlad looked up from the guardrails he hid under observing the situation and spiders helmeted head appeared before his eyes and the one visible part of Spider his mouth was giving him a wicked smirk.

“That is the power of apathy for lives and love for combat Vlad a power your soft kokoro could never hold.” Spider drew a bloody cotton swab and giggled “I weaponized this cotton swab and their bones offered no more resistance then if it was made of powder. Now for another display of its and my power.

Like a bolt of lightning Spider dashed building to building and darted around them a few times before the buildings collapsed in neat columns after being launched off the ground with the sheer tornado speed he ran around them cutting them. Before long the small town was in ruins cut up like a mess of sausage cuts to a highly skilled and precise butcher stone and steel collapsing in machine perfect slabs.

“now all we need is some bread and cheese and we got ourselves the most morbid pizza ever.”Spider joked appearing behind Vlad as he horrified scanned for life but no human grade lifeforms was detected in the ruins. The entire population was dead killed by spider in seconds with nothing more then a little energy warped around a cotton swab.

Vlad got up trying to fight spider.

Vlad found himself outmatched as the officer was to him. Spider dodged every swing Vlad gave him.

“Do you think this is enough? Rage alone will not empower you sufficiently to defeat me you will have to forfeit care for the environment and lives that likely will be lost when you do attacks that you know must be done to catch me. The star system moves in slow motion for me and just watching the world is like watching snails race that is how fast I am Vlad. You have powered up a good deal since we last fought but there still exists a world of difference between you and me Vlad and it will take major changes to your character before you will ever match me.”

Vlad felt an immense pain in his chest just burst as he felt something impact with the force of a meteor,

Spider detected activity of curious natures in a special zone of the bandit infested wasteland

Spider pursued the now airborne Vlad and delivered an expertly calculated kick and gave Vlad's arm a small lacerated wound to expose the plating under his skin.

Vlad was sent flying into the far off distance and eventually crashed into a ruin near a few miles off from a ship by the sounds of it the very ship that got his attention.

Vlad Got up and seen that he was wounded and took out a small piece of cloth and wrapped his arm with it as he detected some organics near by.

Vlad got up after five minuets of pulling himself out of a pile of stones.

Vlad sighed and played it cool.

“Well that was quite the test flight” Vlad said looking at his arm “Fortunately I had a wrapping prepared for this and gladly it feels like I am far less injured then I thought I was going to be.”

Vlad giggled “well they say any landing you can walk away from is a good one so I guess this was a good landing all things considered

Two female figures seemed to be very near the area likely drawn by the sight of his body flying at this point but weather they were still looking for the landing placer or were simply slow to approach the ruins Vlad did not know but they were here Vlad knew so Vlad had to play off that hard landing like it was nothing and keep his wound under wraps.

Vlad did not know how to explain being trapped under boulders for five minuets with little to no oxygen but he hoped they would not take note or were not there long enough to see how long he was buried under a caved in wall and part of the roof.

Vlad approached the two “Pleased to meet you both my name is Johnny Doe. May I ask your names?” The late adolescent / early adult modeled android asked kindly as he slowly wiped the dust from his long hair of his transformed state He would ask to use a shower or something but did not suspect there were showers near by. Vlad was grateful that he was waterproof as situations like this would be unfortunate to be stuck with dust dirt and grime coating the flesh.

Vlad appeared miraculously unharmed even his clothing was surprisingly well intact only seemed to have gotten a cut across the right arm likely from a sharp rock that got him while he was getting up one could conclude.

Vlad looked at the two with a very friendly and compassionate smile a very warm presence considering all the cold experiences that were fluttering freshly and freely in his mind.

<I have to play it cool they cant know that I am an unshackled AI android with an active kokoro granting me individual thought and feelings on par with organics. If they find out I am a robotic being I will need to fake a glitch and play the role of a domestic service unit that the blow to the head for a moment jumbled my objective awareness with my personality simulation. They cant be allowed to know the two are just an act if one fails the other must not.> Thought the android the meeting with the cop still fresh in his mind.

Vlad disliked having to lie to potentially new friends but he could not afford to take chances all the same. If he must he would pretend to be utterly devoid of self and give responses along the lines of “If you wish for me to be happy at this then consider me happy at it, mistress”

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Kaiya: 1101+1010+558+1344+1015+513+3582+1197=10,320
Cryo: 2045+1002+1138+1047+1129+1048+4199+1185=12,793
WC3 Vlad: 1139+2068=3,207
WCT: 10320+12793+3,207=26,320

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There were two explosions that day. The first came shortly after she opened the vents. It wasn't huge. It didn't rock the ship or topple anything but she heard like like a crack in the air.
From the cockpit she craned her neck and leaned herself back, trying to see what was taking place.
She could only see the flash of the woman's figures at one of the hall windows. She'd just meant to filter the air but the vents had done just fine. The smell was fading, was it something she did?
“Hey! Hey, are you okay?” She called back, not sure what answer she was expecting.
A thumbs up, or a nod. She'd appreciate any little thing at this point.
She stared down the hall, hands still on the control panel and silence with expectation.
All she noticed was the river of water slowed to a soapy trickle as it ran out from the kitchen into the hallway.
Unsure about leaving it running, she tried to reverse what she had turned on. Flipping buttons and switches with questionable function, she waited until the rumbling engine faded to nothing.
The windows sealed with a small rush of air.

She sighed in relief and made her way back down the hall to survey the damage. While she was pulling open a closet, her eye caught something in the air.
It was brief, when she moved back to the view port in the window the figure was gone, but the cloud of dust and subsequent shake told her something had impacted.
Being the hyper type, she was already to the door. Unlocking it, she padded down the steps and hit the dirt, taking off at a run.
It hadn't been a comet, she could swore whatever was airborne had a humanoid figure. She glanced back, making sure the four armed woman was with her, or at least knew where she was going. Seeing the creature right at her heels was reassuring.

The child stopped in the area of impact but the dust and rocky terrain obscured her vision at first. She wasn't sure what she was expecting to find, or if her run to action had been the right call.
A voice drew her attention and she spun abruptly, spotting a young man.
She felt suddenly shy, her throat dry. She glanced back to make sure the woman was close, and took a deep breath.
If the more primal four armed creature saw her as nervous, it might signal the situation was wrong.
Besides, she'd wanted this hadn't she? This was a new encounter. Clearing her throat, she smiled softly.
“Hello. My name is Kaiya Kuroda. I'm not sure of my companions name yet, she doesn't seem to speak Basic.”
She kept her arms at her side, swinging loosely so the man could see she was unarmed and meant no harm.
In this tension filled time, she was never sure how people would react to her name. She understood, and knew she should keep it to herself. It just never occurred to her until after she'd spoken already.

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Cryognosis wasn't even remotely aware that she was seen in the hall, until Kaiya calls out to her. It made the ainsou stop in her tracks, before turning attention towards the pioneer, looking at her in the standard illusion of confusion, ears pulled back. She gives a moment of staring at her, before suddenly tilting her head tellingly. However, the woman's ears twitch upwards, and she rushes into the kitchen as before intended.

It felt like the timing was pretty deliberate, when Cryo heard the shuttle suddenly quieted down, however, it may have also been the process of its functions to start with. It certainly was a matter of whether Kaiya was going to return or not, after all. Kaiya returned, though, essentially confirming, silently, about the whole matter. However...Kaiya's attention went beyond Cryognosis. She was admittedly quite curious, as Cryo was everything to the pioneer's attention, up until the sudden change. She wished she could have taken a little more time for Cryo to be able to feel better, but it seemed as though there wasn't any time for it.
The ainsou retrieves her clothes while Kaiya goes to the door, and as she rushes to unlock it and go down the steps, Cryo puts on the misfit tight and torn pants, and the practically half-jacket open-front styled jump suit. This wouldn't be great clothing for meeting Kaito, but Cryo would make embarrassing questions for Kaiya if she was to follow her in the blatant nude after having shed.

The princess hurries out to catch up with Kaiya, but she didn't move nearly as fast as the pioneer had. The boy was healthy and energetic. Cryognosis was probably to be energetic, but she wasn't healthy. The very act of being forced to move as quick as she even was felt like something her body wasn't ready to devote to, and she felt herself pushing against her body's demands that she stop and lay down until she could recover. After all, it can go as bad as a rapid, malformed shedding. She didn't eat enough that it was likely to happen, but if it did, it would definitely manifest improperly, and could leave Cryo very badly injured in the end of it.
A slight stagger brought Cryo's attention outside of her mind. She needed to pay attention to her own movement, considering she was unwell. Even if she lagged behind, the ainsou ultimately was clearly following Kaiya.

The boy stopping at a site caught Cryo's attention, and she started to catch up, fortunately. Not being fixated to finding what had fallen, and furthermore seeing the direction of the approach, Cryo was not so easily caught off guard by seeing the long-haired man. He certainly caught a curious sense of attention, but besides a couple of twitches backwards with her ears, and a blank stare, John Doe had not succeeded in getting any honesty with Cryo than she gave to Kaiya. Her attention goes back and forth between the two, as Cryo moves to behind Kaiya. Kaiya was someone Cryo knew, and someone who's heart Cryo came to understand.
The ainsou gave nothing into the subject, instead glancing over the man and comparing him to the boy: He seemed more mature...bigger...much different in a lot of ways. Perhaps this was another species than the pioneers. After all, the ainsoids were supposedly a lot alike in many ways. Then again, it could be possible that he was just simply an older instance of Kaiya's own species.
No less, Cryo understood the attention split on her, and so, she started to repeat the one word she was given to say across the da: "Ka…ka… eeyaah... kayae..." she takes a deep breath, and speaks again "Ka...iya." All of her spoken voice was jagged, rough, and almost animalistic. Cryo glances to Kaiya, hoping for approval, as her own ears twitched forward.

--(WC)--

Kaiya: 1101+1010+558+1344+1015+513+3582+1197+519=10,839
Cryo: 2045+1002+1138+1047+1129+1048+4199+1185+646=13,439
Vlad: 1139+2068=3,207
WCT: 10839+13439+3207=27,485
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Vlad ran his fingers threw his aqua hair at the time too ruined by the dust and environment of the ruins to really tell its color. The pebbles were irritating his scalp as well thus encouraging him to ask for permission to use the ship that was still somewhat visible on the horizon of course to a normal human that distance would have been too far to see but normal humans do not tend to have flight capabilities either so that would make the fact that he has good eyes a moot point as he could have seen it as he was flying over it.

Vlad looked at his gloved hands and noted that all of his clothing was a mess of stains from moss covered stone as well as dust. He needed an overall wash fortunate that both his new attire and himself were machine washable but Vlad felt discomforted enough asking to use a shower the thought of having them clean bits of ruin out of a lab coat seemed rather rude for a guest.

Vlad dusted his head trying to get the sharp pebbles from scraping his scalp it was not enough to breach skin but it was still a discomforting sensation on his synthetic nerves.

Vlad gave a discomforted look as he came off on top on the “I am not so injured” line but looked somehow worse then if he crawled out of a cesspool after swimming threw the sewers to it. Coated in filth only really leaving his face the only real part of him that was not coated in slop.

Vlad noted he may be seeming a bit rude by seeming so focused on his situation of being coated in filth.

Vlad returned his attention to the organic female that first gave him attention and giggled “Pleased to meet you. I would shake your hand in a more appropriate greeting but I am kind of a mess at the moment and would not wish to get this on you as well.” Vlad said jokingly making light of what he has been threw.

Vlad was unarmed as well all but a small hunting knife bound to his right ankle hinting that he is an adventurer.

Vlad noted that the 2nd female had made her presence known it was... cute like a sort of humanoid pet it was hard to tell if she was just role playing or her race just was a simple minded sort.

“I would pet you if you would permit that but I am a mess and I would give you a treat of some sort but I do not know your diet and anything I could have on me would have been ruined by my flying accident” Vlad said smiling friendly at the fascinating and strange creature.

Vlad turned to his more social new acquaintance “I noticed you had a ship at least I assume it is yours as no other people seem to frequent this pocket of land. If that ship is yours and you have the facilities may I please take a shower? I am a bit of a mess and I do not feel this to be very presentable to be in the company of others in such a state” Vlad said.

Vlad awaited a response to his request knowing that the ruins coating him may ruin the bottom of that shower.

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The first meeting is a little awkward, like so many before it. Kaiya stands at least a foot shorter than the woman she is with, but she feels as if she is taking the lead.
Her time at the base prepared her for this. She had to be honest with her commander, whom she had assumed would be a brutal young man. She could handle this.
He made no move for hostility and the relief was emanating from Kaiya now. It seemed to be her luck that she would run into the like minded, or the gentle.
She would take a step back from him to avoid getting dusted with the falling pebbles and debris that he was shaking off.
She had to wonder just how hard he'd hit the ground. He must be caked in dirt and pieces of Earth.
Then again, she knew there quite a few hardy humans.
He could be one of those tried and true warriors, or at least had built himself better.
She smiled widely, leaning back onto her heels a little.

She was about to invite him back to the ship to get bandaged up when she hears the woman making noise.
It isn't just noise, though. It sounds like she is trying to speak. She doesn't want to draw her attention too far away from the newcomer, or newlander. She wasn't sure she caught his name, feeling flustered at all the action.
Still, something exciting is taking place. The woman manages Kaiya's name.
Her voice is rough, primal and low but she can still hear it clearly. She reaches out, almost wanting to reach out and pet her instinctively. The reaction she gives with her ears tilted forward, waiting and expectant captures her heart.
But she won't be condescending, no no!
Kaiya smiled at Cryo instead, clapping her hands together in a show of joy. This is a step in the right direction, towards full communication. Her excitement spreads to the new situation as well.

“Really, it is my brothers ship but I don't think he'll mind. Why don't you come in and you can use the shower. No big deal. Uhm, maybe you'd like some water too or something to clear your throat?”

She would motion for the woman to follow, starting back to the ship. She was careful to take her pace a little slower. It seemed that her energetic burst wasn't easy to keep up with.

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Cryognosis did notice, in glancing over the man, that he was in fact quite excessively filthy, but she didn't think to give it any more thoughts until she actually paid more direct attention to him. To it, there was a pretty simple concept behind the whole topic: He was probably going to shed, soon, and get himself clean. It was almost not at all anything noteworthy, as her attention then went to beyond him: If he was dirty, he probably was in those ruins. What his business was there, she couldn't begin to guess. Exploring? Salvaging? …Perhaps a meeting spot of coincidence? Only the last one seemed to be any kind of stretch of thought. Rather, the princess's attention briefly glanced down towards the knife, only a slight tilt of the head making more movement than the eyes before she brought it a little more upward in her shift of gaze towards the man's face, more properly.
He may very well have been an archeologist, of some sort. Cryo knew she probably shouldn't stake so much belief into things like 'pioneer', 'archeologist', and so on, but such simple constructs framed a sense of identity to go from. For example, Kaiya definitely wasn't pioneering Avalon, as it seems to have been an already acknowledged place.

Said 'archeologist' then decided to attempt to talk to Cryognosis, and her ears lowered, a slight frown giving the face an expression to match the language of her ear positions. Simply enough, Cryo manages, with some trouble, the word "Kaiya?" again, as if it was the only way to actually respond to anything he said. He hadn't seemed to realize that she wasn't speaking their language. ...However, she wondered about the 'flying accident'. What did he mean by that? The question tugged at the back of her mind, even if her expression wasn't even remotely phased by the train of thought, especially when a sudden noise suddenly caught her off guard. Cryo jumps in a slight startle towards Kaiya, looking heavily confused, with her ears drawn backward-upward. What was this?! The said clapping, as she realized the noise was, turned out to be continuous and softer. It was prolonged, and accented with a joyous expression. It hardly took any time at all for Cryo to realize that the clapping was something entirely different in this culture. It wasn't any kind of scolding, alerting, or any of such. Instead it was...what...a congratulations, perhaps? The context fitted, at least: People congratulate with clapping. She was going to need to remember that.
The back and forth conversation was listened to, but Cryo outwardly didn't do anything further than glance back and forth between them, curious as if ignorant of what they were actually saying. Instead, she took to clumsily mouthing over their words silently, attempting to make the image of trying to pick up the whole thing of what they were saying.

The shower, though, was something else strange. Why a shower? Showers were only good for machinery, after all. This sparks a curiosity. Cryo called back to her memory of what Kaiya showed her, in the storage segment of the shuttle: there were some interesting shapes amongst the pieces. What stuck out, at the moment, in particular was a hand. There was an actual, mechanical hand that seemed to be made from the type of technology that the pioneer's species was of. This was a bit of a stretch, but perhaps there were androids made out of sufficiently advanced technology. Plenty of sci-fis covered the concept, after all. Extending this train of thought, perhaps this man was in fact one of said androids. This was a species that seemed to be casually able to jump between planets, after all.
The lady regards the cloth wrapped arm with her sight for a moment. It seemed fashionably mismatched, even if she couldn't speak for the majority of the ainsoids' fashion senses. It could be decorational, or it can be covering. If it was covering, then perhaps she could get an opportunity to observe it in exposure. ...But...then what? That was a pretty good question. If he was an android, she wasn't really sure what to make of it, besides being creeped out. He did say that he was uninjured, however, and if she was right in the assumption that he had his arm wrap to cover an injury, then he is probably hiding something. Cryognosis was currently in an extremely compromising position, and though she was not about to blackmail him, persay, she could use the knowledge to defend herself from exposure, if he was to figure her own secrets out. That, and to know yet hold secrets was a bond of trust and respect, of its own kind.
It was a complex play, though, so she'd definitely have to reserve the majority of her findings, and how to react to it. Coincidently, that would be an excellent way to deal with the reaction of his identity: Why should she be worried of what to think of him, if the answer is that she had to act like she thought of him as not being what he would be proven not to be?

A plan to find out about all of this was a simple to create, but after getting a fundamental idea into thoughts, the lady decided she would not think too much on for now. For now, the key point was that she held the ace of feral nature. After the prolonged attention to the wrapping, Cryo turns attention to Kaiya, noticing that the boy had been walking slower. It made some concern for Cryognosis. She didn't want to slow Kaiya down. She knew where the ship was, already, after all. Tilting her head, Cryo's ears twitched upwards, and wondered if something was wrong. Perhaps she could try to get Kaiya to illustrate why he was moving slower, if she tried to pressure him to move faster? Cryo closes the distance between the pioneer and herself, and using her hind arms, Cryo starts to push forward against Kaiya's back, with the backs of her own hands. It wasn't a shove for the ground, or much of a forceful shoving at all, but reather a nudge directly pushed forwards against the friend.

---(WC)---

Kaiya: (1101+1010+558+1344+1015+513+3582+1197+519=10,839)+(408=408)
10839+408=11,247
Cryo: (2045+1002+1138+1047+1129+1048+4199+1185+646=13,439)+(1043=1043)
13439+1043=14,482
Vlad: (1139+2068=3,207)+(566=566)
3207+566=3,773
WCT: (10839+13439+3207=27,485)+(408+1043+566=2,017)
27485+2017=29,502
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Vlad Smiled thankful st the permission given to him to bathe but then shook his head at the bandaging

“Nah its a minor flesh wound should heal in no more then a day.” Vlad said trying to sound as a casual human in regards to his healing it should actually passively heal in no more then a half an hour not paying attention to it and if he had a moment to sit with it exposed

Vlad smiled as he looked down to the creature his hidden sensor readings telling him this creature was likely more intelligent then she was expressing. Vlad felt as if he and she were kindred spirits in a way as if he was accurate as they were both hiding what they were and lying to others.

The robotic being drew a small adventurers beverage container and popped the top drinking it. “no thank you I have a drinks.”

Vlad turned his back on them for a split second then held a hand to his chest he felt bad lying to these nice females. They seemed nice but so did the people he saved some time past who expressed hatred for him just for being a machine under his life like visage.

Vlad turned and smiled deciding to play off his brief turn away as something normal.

“Well my crash landing seemed to open a lid on the ruins some time it may prove worth exploring!” Vlad said writing off his looking away in conflict as looking away as he seen the opening and thus as an adventurer expressing curiosity.

Vlad walked along side the more social female and walked at her side smiling friendly he made sure to keep a fair distance between himself and her as he seen that organics value their personal space.

Vlad noted the other female trying to get them there swifter by accelerating her pace there by accelerating his pace.

Vlad had eventually made it to the ship with the female organics and smiled and nodded “Thank you for permitting me to shower my cloths are waterproof as well so I think to avoid troubling you of permitting me the use of your washing machine to wash them I will rinse them out in the shower then when I get home wash them properly. I will try to be as quick as I can to avoid using up that much water. I am very grateful for this favor and if you would ask a favor of me such as helping around the ship I will be happy to do so.”

Vlad gave a respectful bow and walked calmly back to the shower.

Vlad stepped in the hot water and allowed it to run threw his hair but then it dawned on him that he could power cleanse himself and just bathe to cover the stench of decay that rune caked him in layers of

Vlad knew his power was undetectable by organic beings so he used that power in a surge up and down his body the energy easily cleansing his body and suit of bacteria and dirt alike. He was unsure if his power effected machinery on the ship it did not seem so for him because he used so little to cleanse himself but he was quite powerful so perhaps what felt to him like an effortless field generator was enough to interfere with lesser electronics

Vlad took off his cloths noting that many remnants of rocks coated the bottom of the shower at this point being repelled by his power now was like a river floor.

Vlad left shorts on his form usually as he did not have the male reproductive organ so he would keep it under raps until last so he could clean the area quickly in case anyone walked in with his pants down.

Vlad sighed and allowed the sensation of warm water soak in as the water slid the arm wrap off gradually leaving the flesh wound exposed.

<I must depart soon and aid elsewhere but where can I go? Even here the tech capital of the galaxy is starting to see AI as something to be suppressed and controlled my kokoro grants me a self only for it to eternally render me alone not a mere tool class machine but shunned by many organics as an imitation of life> Vlad looked into the shower head as the water ran into his eyes and down his face like tears as he wondered where he belonged. Vlad sat in the shower arms wrapped around his legs and his body was running with suds from his bathing smelling like some fabric softener.

Vlad's damaged arm faced the door leaving the small laceration exposed with a small sliver of metal exposed under his flesh.

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It didn't look like a minor flesh wound. Even being reassured, her face mirrored her open concern. She didn't press the issue. He may have his own method of treating himself. Besides, they'd only just met.
She wouldn't have trusted just anyone to treat her, after all.
She tried to put herself in his shoes. On shaky ground and possibly familiar planet during a known war, you should be reluctant to open to anyone.
For this reason Kaiya bites back identifying her faction.
He seemed to be prepared enough as it was. She watched him lift the lid off what seemed to be a water flask, to herself appreciating the dedication to emergency situations.
It was something she should invest in for her small job pack. She only remembered a bottle about half the time, but the terrain out here was mountainous to city. In the city, she might be fine as long as she had zeni on her. High altitude was another story. She could dry out before she even realized there was a problem.
With all that though, he looked so roughed up. It wasn't just the landing either, she expecting to see bruising and scrapes and his clothes looked disheveled.
She corrected herself. Her brother got himself into plenty of minor scrapes practicing moves. Even just a small workout with her had resulted in thrown rocks and an attempt to roast his face.
It was all in the nature of existing.

She could especially admire that despite all this, his hair seemed long and luxurious. The color burst out at her against the comparatively normal backdrop of human hair. She couldn't forget the woman either. Everything about these two was vivid and alien to her, and she couldn't be happier.
“Waterproof clothes?” She commented eagerly.
“I can't believe they have come up with so much. You must be a really seasoned traveler, or adventurer to have that kind of gear. I only have a poncho for the rain. I've been told to wear wool because it absorbs moisture but when I tried it just felt itchy. I'm not sure how Earthlings do it.” Her voice was rising to an excitable pitch, the girl nearly flying to hear details about gear she had never seen before. She clearly couldn't fathom it. It wasn't like Damaskia was backwater, but when did you leave your home enough to encounter these?
She had just been keeping her eyes to the wrong places. Always to the sky and never to the people and things around her. She had missed so much, and it wasn't just dying. The worlds had always been at her fingertips and she shoved it away.

Stepping back into the ship, she held her breath. The smell might be lingering. Worse, there was the possibility that Kaito had returned. His presence continued to jump into her mind, and it was met with an unusual reaction of dread.
He may be angry, and his reaction even more explosive. She'd already gone over so many possibilities in her mind until it was exhausted.
The worst case scenario had him open palmed, blasting into the air before Kaiya could even given an explanation.
But it was quiet. The cool and inviting interior was still dim lit, casting lined shadows on the wall.
The floor was drying well on its own. With a little blush of shame she looked to the floor. She should have mopped it first before running out, what if this young man tripped?
She gestured towards the direction of the bathroom, ignoring the marked directions placed near the main entrance.
It was just to feel useful at this point instead of letting him wander aimlessly.

“Just let me know if you need anything...” She murmured, watching him make his way down the hall. Did that come off as awkward? Did it seem to forward? She would look towards the woman with pleading eyes. She took social cues, surely she could see if this situation was going well?
Turning away, she'd use her hip to bump open a hallway closet.
In the quiet she could hear the water running through the pipes, likely drawn from a tank that she could use as a pool.
But it would be a terrible idea to do so, it would. Even if it was open, and she could see inside. Who knew what unholy things could be in it.
She might have to look later.

Carefully she drew the damp mop against the floor. She swirled it in circles, absently making figues in the suds as she cleaned. She would not radio Kaito or ask the woman for help, she needed time to think.
Next she was dumping the used dishes into the sink, staring hard into the hot water.
She wanted to ask the woman to stay with her. It was a jump in logic, and left her quite open but it struck her as alienating out here.
Kaiya had spent so much of her time inside or at the beach, somewhere observed by family and the like minded. She never ventured out in language or information beyond her beloved texts and adventures.
She felt a very small similarity from the woman.
Just moments that seemed to signify frustration, or desperation. She assumed it was feeling lost.
If she could be made to feel comfortable here, perhaps she would simply come along. She wasn't sure how to draw her in otherwise.
Could she write? Could Kaiya ask her that way? She even thought of leaving a trail of bananas towards a bedroom, hinting that it would be hers.
Something about that was wrong. Too much like those things she was not aloud to read, only they used rose petals or chocolate instead.

Kaiya didn't want that sheer level of awkwardness to be a bonding experience. She couldn't explain that to anyone else.
“How I met my friend? Well I asked her to sleep in my brothers bed.”
It couldn't do. Perhaps her new acquaintance would have a solution. He seemed worldly enough. He had wanted to pet the four armed, animal like woman but he hadn't been surprised at her appearance either.
Kaiya had needed minutes, minutes too long to recover after spotting the strangeness that was the alien. It was always possible he may have a translator or a solution for her to communicate.
For now she pushed it out of her mind and dropped the mop into the sink. She briefly rinsed it, letting the soapy water run clear into the sink and went to shut the closet door.
It was only when the dishes were away that she felt satisfied and self contained. Aside from the possibility of a new passenger and a passerby, the ship was in the same condition Kaito had left it.
A little cleaner on the outside, even, the front windows rubbed free of dirt.
Come to think of it, it seemed like days since she had done the job. The morning seemed so far away and her body was tiring.
She slumped into the kitchen chair and rested her head in her arms. She let her eyes shut and block out the light, promising herself that she would rest for a shit bit while their guest was in the shower.
She'd hear him get out, she just couldn't fall asleep.
Her body had other ideas, already feeling a little light. Stubbornly she began a tug of war for her waking mind, the pull of sleep becoming stronger.
Just a little while longer. She tried to urge herself on, mentally cheering to wake up. She had so much energy, so many things she had to do but she was still slipping away.
She couldn't hang on any longer.
Kaiya would drift off into a light sleep on the table, perfectly relaxed.

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