Kryo
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Post by Kryo on Jun 13, 2015 8:17:04 GMT
The journey had been a long one, but it had been pleasant enough. Kryo had spent a great deal of his money in ensuring that he didn’t need to travel in low-class transport, and could instead arrive in a great luxury liner along with the rest of the returning arcosians – and a few alien dignitaries who couldn’t afford their own luxury craft, but deserved more respect than a sparse space vehicle. As the ship approached the planet, Kryo cast his eyes over the frozen surface. It had been a very long time since he had set foot amongst his people; decades spent out in the far reaches of the galaxy, honing his craft, perfecting his work, building his team…
Just the thought of that brought a snarl to the Doktor’s lips, and he stabbed out another angry retort to the foolish human researcher who presumed that they could correct him – HIM! One of the foremost experts in medical science in all the galaxy! How dare they? The ignorant bumpkin should be glad that they had even come to Kryo’s attention, let alone been deemed worthy of a response. It was infuriating, but life seemed determined to be infuriating of late.
The ship touched down in the Population Centre, and Kryo had to admit – even from this distance, he could tell that Arcose had seen some radical development since he was last here. Nothing ever stayed the same, and the Empress had begun reclaiming planets that had fallen out of favour since the glory days of the Planetary Trade Organization. That was good. The evidence of that was in the flourishing city, carved into the unforgiving surface of Arcose itself. When the fortunes of the Empire waxed well, the city burgeoned with new trade, new buildings and new people. When the fortunes started to fall, it would shrink – the expense of maintaining new construction in the face of a planet determined to destroy it was simply too great.
So things went. The cycle of death and rebirth ruled every part of the galaxy – for the moment. If that was going to change, it was up to the Doktor.
Stepping forth from the ship, he strode imperiously towards customs, his bag in tow behind him, caught by his tail. He did not have much himself – with the destruction of his lab, he had salvaged only the few necessities he could from the wreckage; much of his work was now stored digitally, and the tablet computer in his hand would do fine to continue venting frustration until he could find his way to the Empress and demand justice.
He still had to deal with the bureaucracy, though.
Stopped at the gate, a nervous-looking alien hesitated before the obviously-irritated arcosian. Irritated arcosians were never, ever good for one’s health.
“Ah, good day Sir. Welcome to Arcose Spaceport. May I ask the purpose of your visit?”
The Doktor’s lip curled up in a sneer, “I am here to demand answers from the Empress. I will know why it is she is incapable of holding her people in line. That is why I am here. I will not be disturbed by petty politics again!”
The bureaucrat swallowed, and tugged at the collar of his outfit, looking at his machine, then back to the Doktor, then back to the machine.
“… Shall I put down ‘business’ then, Sir?”
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Jun 14, 2015 9:31:41 GMT
Dreary deary, fun this had been not. Wyntre rested on her arm, which itself rested on the armrest of her Hoverchair. While she didn't exactly want to go to sleep right now, she somewhat wanted herself to want to. That would be the day. Wyntre had to, if you hadn't guessed already, talk to the boring people about their boring problems. Yes, every problem solved did good in the Universe, but the Universe was, and still is, a very big place. Besides, it gets so very repetitive. With a simple hand gesture, the jolly-looking entrepreneur nearly danced out of the Throne Room after just having learnt that troops will be sent to take care of the bandits ruining his business. As soon as the problem was solved, the very next one had become apparent...
Three beings popped up, all with drastically different sizes and colors. The first appeared to be a male Kashvar, barely 40 centimeters high, with a sickly skin that reminded most who would look upon him of regurgitated carrot soup. The second was a Saiyan which had overly long hair; it was dragged behind him for a few meters whenever he walked. Saiyans aren't as rare as you might think them to be in the Arcosian Empire: there are many who find the ways of the SSE monstrous. The last, a female, seemed to belong to a race that we know not the name of, but Wyntre very well does. We would know it as the species of Zarbon. Despite expectations, the 'Zarbon-sejin' was nearly three heads taller than the Saiyan, who himself was average for his species, gender and age... all of this, and she had not even moved from the 'elegant' normal form. On her shoulder neatly rested the Kashvar who appeared to be a child. Wyntre's first impressions were that the 'Zarbon-sejin' and the Saiyan were a couple that had adopted the Kashvar, but she was used to having her expectations fail her in the worst possible way. But what would they want?
"Lady Wyntre of Arcose, my name is Tangelo, this is my husband Roobarb and this is our son Geisas," Tangelo the 'Zarbon-sejin' started as Wyntre listened in, invisibly patting herself on the back as her assumption was correct, "Recently you made a new law, the 'Minor Gift' as it had been dubbed," she continued, Wyntre only patting herself on the back again for that good... Wyntre supposed it was a pun. it was a minor gift as it was a gift for minors. "-That entitles five thousand zeni to the betterment of early minors and only that. When my husband and I went to go to our local A.E. agency to retrieve this for our dear Geisas, we were refused because Geisas is not our natural-born son. We went to their bosses and demanded answers, but they refused us too. We continued climbing until you became our only hope. Please."
Hmm. Interesting. Wyntre knew for a fact that Saiyans and 'Zarbon-sejin' were compatible, able to make fertile offspring, so this was to be her question. "Correct me if I am wrong, but I am lead to believe that your two species are compatible. May I ask why you did not... I suppose the phrase would be 'make your own'?"
It seemed that hit a few heartstrings. In fear that she would cry, Tangelo stepped back and did her best to successfully hold it in as her Saiyan husband, Roobarb, stepped forwards. Wyntre recognized Roobarb: in fact, he was once one of her Elite Guard. She knew he was trustworthy. "My dearest, Tangelo, is infertile. We ask of you to have Geisas legally seen as our son and to we beg of you, let us please have the zeni. My zeni, from my time protecting this very same place, will not pay for his education as well as our food and housing."
Wyntre intelligently looked at the three. "I will let you have your zeni. Voanioala, do the thing," she ordered as her green-haired Konatsian assistant stressfully retrieved a mountain of paperwork. She moved her hand again, the next signal, as what appeared to be an Arcosian stepped through. ((That's you.))
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Kryo
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Post by Kryo on Jun 14, 2015 9:54:19 GMT
Doktor Kryo is known as many things; he is known as a genius, to be sure. He is known as a saver of lives, a researcher and an expert in many fields. What he is not known for - what he perhaps may never be known for - is his modesty. Throughout his time waiting for the illustrious Empress to deign to see him, he has been exchanging increasingly heated messages with that damned human researcher, and that had put him in a bad mood to begin with. He had only been paying the most casual attention to the people lining up to see the Empress, but he was certain that none of them had an issue as important as his own to bring to the woman. What was a few thousand zeni compared to his troubles? Pathetic nuisances all!
When it was at last time for him to be ushered into the room, he strides forth tall and proud. Well. As tall as a suppressed-form arcosian could ever be. He does not kneel. Instead, he meets Wyntre's eye and speaks calmly, confidently - and far more relaxed than most would dare to be in the presence of a planetary ruler.
"I am Doktor Kryo."
A beat, to allow the importance of those four words to sink in. Then he continues.
"I'm going to get to the point. I was attacked by an assassin which claimed to be sent by the Bliyzard Trio. I don't know why they did it. I don't care. They killed my team, they disrupted my work, and I want this situation dealt with. It took me ten years to get that team to a position where I could actually stand to be around them for more than a few hours at a time, and because they are too stupid to send a communication to me, now I am set back years in the pursuit of my supremely great work."
He pauses for a breath, and then continues with a wave of his hand. "I don't care about revenge, their deaths won't restore my team. But I want to be sure I will not be disturbed a second time. If their deaths are the only way you can guarantee that they will cease pestering me for whatever reason it is they have decided to start, then I want that done sooner rather than later."
What is surprising is not so much what he says, though that may well be shocking, but the pace at which he says it. Whilst Kryo is clearly aggravated, for a man who has just suffered an assassination attempt and the death of three close friends, he isn't exactly cut up about it - he's far more concerned with seeing that Wyntre does something about his issue than in pursuing justice. It would be incredibly aggravating were he to go back to his work, only to find himself the victim of a second assassination attempt a few years later!
"Oh. And if you do kill them, I want to be there to watch it. Arcosians do not die often, I can take some valuable readings from the experience."
... Ah yes, that's the other thing Kryo is famous for. His morbidity. People often claimed he was far more interested in death and the processes which surrounded it than was healthy - even for a Doktor such as himself. It seems there may just be some truth to those rumours as well.
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Post by Zexama on Jun 14, 2015 9:55:19 GMT
((Can I please join this thread? You can choose where you want me to be.))
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Post by Zexama on Jun 17, 2015 7:55:08 GMT
Heavy weights on.
Zexama was walking along side an annoying high pitched alien who was suppose to be keeping Zexama in line, not in the line to talk to Zexama, but the line to keep her from turning the entire palace place into sweet candy. Zexama was casually work by a garden, she raised her hand in the air and in her hand appeared a pink flower with bright red patterns on it. She turned to the side and handed the flower over to the alien that was giving a speech as of now.
"Ok Zexama, Rule number 2738 was you are unable to step within three meters of the queen otherwise your spouse's spine will be used to kill you, if you have a no spouse, you own spine will do."
Zexama just rolled her eyes and looked around to see something interesting, Zexama had purposely been leading the alien book reader near the throne room, the book reader had a massive book in her hands that she turned once every rule, there was so much on just the one rule, this included loop holes and extra punishments if you had committed several other crimes that were also listed on the page.
Zexama had gotten close enough in range to hear what was going on in the throne room, at the moment she heard Wyntre saying something about giving some aliens some Zeni before them thanking her and Wyntre telling some person to 'do the thing'. That's when she heard someone demanding that Wyntre kill some dudes or something, this got Zexama excited and she looked over at the reader before using her antenna as a grappling hook and hooking it to the top of the building, she slowly ascended up it before climbing on.
"Eggs can only be boiled if you write seventy-four words about the boiling process (Trade marked by bing, all credit to bing, all right to bing, all eggs to bing.) Alright Zexama, can you repeat the last 200- Zexama?" She looked around before seeing Zexama zooming up the building with her antenna, Zexama was just waving down at her with a great smile on her face. The reader pulled out an alarm button but when she looked at it, it was now a toy that Zexama had create, she cursed and repeated rule 1726 aloud while sitting in a corner.
"Failure to follow or complete a mission leads to death or 42 years sitting in a corner." Zexama jumped on the castle making a large dull echo noise fill the room with every step. She then saw a piece of glass covering the dome so she dived though it hands first, but so that everyone wouldn't get worried, she let the glass she broke fall but made some new glass almost at the same time.
Just before Zexama's hands touched the ground she extended her antenna and curled it up like a spring to bounce on it and land next to Wyntre.
"Hello everyone, Princess Zexama here, Queen Wyntre, you enjoying your wine as usual?" Zexama saw that Wyntre had no wine in her wine spot in her hover chair so Zexama waved her hand, a candy wine glass appeared and some candy juice filled it, then with a golden shine it turned into the normal stuff that Wyntre had always had. Zexama thought to herself how useful this new ability was, and why she had not learnt how to make things other than candy earlier.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Jun 19, 2015 8:33:13 GMT
Ah, yes, Doktor Kryo. She had been told many things about the good 'Doktor', although not all of these things she had heard had been positive. What a strange thing to be called: 'Doktor'. She'd checked the Bureau of Official Titles and had not found anything concerning the title. She was sure it was not just some strange pronunciation as the man himself had written 'Doktor' himself. She discontinued her research as she did not believe the good fellow would like to be corrected. No, she'd leave that to the bureaucrats. Being members of the 'Bureau of Official Titles', you'd be able to tell quite easily that they take their titles seriously.
"There will be no death," she started simply. She was familiar with Kryo's work. Shame about the Ankoku-sejin. "But there will be Law. You needn't come to me for this: do what you should be doing and notify the police."
But, of course, it couldn't be as simple as that. Zexama, if you couldn't already tell, had a wild, mostly-insane imagination. By no means was Rule 2738 anywhere as atrocious as Zexama heard it to be, neither was the only way to boil an egg to write 74 words about the boiling process. Neither, might I add, did anyone actually know who this 'Bing' was that she was crediting. But, of course, Wyntre nor Kryo had heard of this or the maddening shenanigans going on in there. Zexama's brain may or may not be a place where physics simply do not apply. Surely now, your scientific self is screaming out concerning how ludicrous that is, and I would like to comfort you with the thought that you're not alone in this thought. As for the last one, while the death penalty hasn't exactly been outlawed, it would require the murder of a few million people, four accounts of jaywalking and littering a nuke in the orphanage. Not only that, sitting in the corner is a punishment fit for children: not million-year old pieces of bubblegum.
She had enjoyed the wine though. I suppose that's what counts.
"I'll get to you later, Zex. I have a duty to fulfill."
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Kryo
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Post by Kryo on Jun 19, 2015 9:02:54 GMT
Kryo's title isn't something that one needs to do much research on to find out about. He had felt that the mere title Doctor did not do enough to elevate him from the rank and file medical practitioners whom he spent his days amongst. He was a man whose work surpassed the mere extension of life; dedicated to taking the fight to death and destroying that dank, entropic end to all things once and for all. This higher calling deserved a title of similar prominence; the hard K noise denoted a more active, visceral medical practitioner than a mere doctor.
Let the Bureau try to tell him he is wrong all they like - he has no time for simpletons.
Zexama's arrival is met with a blank stare and, after a few moments, a faint nod. "Princess." Then his attention is back on the Empress. He doesn't much envy her the position she has taken, it meant she had to deal with all sorts of annoying individuals, but if she's going to take it, he's going to damn well make sure she undertakes all the responsibilities of it too.
He is more than happy to be one of those annoying individuals if it is necessary for his work.
"You know as well as I do that the police are utterly useless in this matter. These individuals are above the law, no matter how much you may wish to exult it, through custom, through power, and through wealth. Furthermore, I have no intention of wasting my time giving lengthy interviews with incompetent lawmen, appearing in court to press my case, having to hire lawyers... all whilst giving them time to try and kill me again! No! This is utterly intolerable. These people have flouted your rule and they have wasted my time. The evidence is as clear as the smouldering wreckage that was once my laboratory. You deal with them, or I will do so myself. And if I have to do your job as well as my own, I see no reason why I should share the fruits of my labours with the Arcosian Empire going forward, do you?"
His speech is impassioned to an unusual degree - much waving of his hands and gesticulating with his tail punctuates the frustration that has clearly reached boiling point. As far as he was concerned, it was Wyntre's job - indeed the only thing she was useful for as far as he could see - to make sure people like him were not distracted by petty and trivial politics or rivalries. Someone had attempted to kill him, and her response was to try and pass the buck to some useless - probably alien - peacekeeper who probably couldn't even point a blaster straight, and certainly wouldn't be able to restrain one - let alone three - arcosians?
This would not stand!
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Post by Zexama on Jun 19, 2015 21:51:11 GMT
Zexama looked at this Doktor guy and thought to herself or a long while, she didn’t know whether or not she should just open laughter at the arcosian or just act all sympathised for this obviously mental challenged person. ”That isn’t the best way to approach it, you realise a lot more ways could have gotten you want you want, like NOT shouting at the queen of your race?”
Zexama had to get a small laugh out for this arcosian, then she look towards Wyntre, wondering about how the almighty queen of Arcose would respond to such a rude and expecting pupil, Zexama would be surprised if Wyntre didn’t say “Next!” As soon as he had finished his request.
Zexama looked at the ‘Doktor’ and said with a high pitch tone. ”To be honest, right now, shouting up will most likely get you further than anything else you’re trying.” Zexama just crossed her arms and looked at Wyntre, now more curious than ever about what Wyntre would do in this situation, that was before Zexama pushed her scouter and saw the Dokters pl, she laughed and had to keep her hand over her mouth to stop everyone in the room hearing.
She slightly tilted her head towards Wyntre and said in a soft whisper. ”Look at his PL! It’s hilarious!” She couldn’t help laughing again before putting a straight face on and looking back at the Doktor.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Jun 23, 2015 9:34:45 GMT
Wyntre was amused by the intense foolery of the Doktor because of a number of reasons.
"No. If you want justice, you will attain this through the police. If the Blizyard Family behind bars is what you want, than you simply must tell the security, it's as simple as this. If you fail to do this and if another attempt of assassination occurs, you will have only yourself to blame. Of course, this might have been what you would have had to have done if the police weren't listening in right now. Kiwano, send the past half-minute of camera footage to the Elite Ground Guard. Problem solved, I suppose. Of course, you would have to attend the Courtcase, for if you do not than perhaps you would not have sufficient evidence to land them a sentence of imprisonment."
Oh, how Wyntre laughed and laughed. Internally, of course, as laughing for no reason is a sure sign of a diseased mind: laughing for a reason, though, perhaps not as much. Hah, how the 'Doktor' must have thought himself beyond all else. "What are your qualifications, 'Doktor'?" she asked, nearly smiling. If Wyntre knew that Kryo was in the pursuit of 'curing death', Wyntre truly would be smiling, amused by the foolishness of such a pointless affair. Death can not be cured with any sort of disease: all must die eventually. Even if you were to live multiple billion years, you would eventually have to die somehow: the Big Crunch, the Heat Death, a giant frying pan of death to the face. Not only is there so such cure, but the pursuit of such a thing is so utterly incomprehensibly futile it may as well not be uttered. Death is, among other meanings, the lack of life in something that had once lived. Death depends on Life. Life is, among other meanings (including 42), a term that would both take too long to explain. Good thing is, by the time we explain what it is, perhaps people would have settled on what it is. But, as I was saying, Life is (by its nature) insignificant. At least the 'Doktor' could have chosen something of use to study.
Meanwhile, Wyntre was trying her best to completely ignore Zexama. It wasn't working. Perhaps, if Zexama had at least a primary understanding of mathematics, an impossible question would keep her occupied. "Zexama. What real number is the square root of the square root of minus one?"
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Post by Kryo on Jun 23, 2015 10:09:44 GMT
"She's an Empress, not a Queen. Though I don't expect you to understand the difference."
That's about all the attention Kryo pays to Zexama, ignoring her amusement. His eyes turn back to Wyntre, and his brow twitches. "If you'd just said that to start with, rather than pretending you don't have any duty to protect your subjects, you wouldn't have looked like an idiot. Oh well."
Turning, Kryo begins to walk away. He pauses at the question regarding his qualifications, and looks over his shoulder - "If you want to know who I am, do your research. Or have a lackey do it for you. I'm not here to keep you informed. We're done here."
With that said, he keeps on going. Unless physically stopped, he's just going to leave. He has nothing else to say.
(Thread exit unless stopped - I'll take zeni when it is turned in)
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Post by Zexama on Jun 23, 2015 10:48:16 GMT
Zexama just looked at Kryo, not really giving a single care in the world about his opinions, even if there were true. Zexama waved Kryo goodbye before turning over to Wyntre and tilting her head. "I thought you were a Queen, Empresses are boring, your not boring though?"
Zexama was now super confused with the whole situation but didn't really care, she thought it would be better to leave so she just walked out through the back door of the palace in a normal non hyperactive manner before going back to her secret cave so she could train her skills up.
(Thread attempted exit, Pl please.)
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Jun 23, 2015 11:17:03 GMT
Oh, the fools, the two of them.
"I hope you'll see your many mistakes before you make them again. Farewell, Doctor." she said, purposely not using a hard 'K' to annoy him.
On Kryo's case, any educated dictionary would tell you that, at least archaically, that if you cannot explain something than you do not actually understand it. For his case, his refusal to explain isn't, in this case, ignorance, but rather arrogance. His refusal to simple explain his qualifications would lead him to be equal to an alternate state of himself without the qualifications. It sounds silly, sure, but it's only a mixture of simple etiquette and psychology: or, rather, does Kryo not have qualifications in these fields either? But all of this is moot as Kryo simply did not understand the question. You see, while a wise person hears one word and understands two and a Queen hears one word and understands many, an Empress hears one word and asks 'which?'. Now, while I might be useful and tell you, I'd much rather inefficiently tell you to figure it out yourself. Now, if we all thought like that, where would we be? Eerily similar to humans, that's what. On the other hand, for Zexama, there was a simple answer. Much simpler.
"Empresses are more more interesting than Queens in the same way four candies are better than one."
And then that was that.
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Post by Vi-Poi on Jun 24, 2015 20:14:58 GMT
Kry, 1738 WC & 1731 Z!
Wyn, 1702 WC & 2025 PL!
Zex, 917 WC & 1461 PL! (weights halved now, big pl)
Adding!
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