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Post by Beryl Roarke on Jun 15, 2015 23:53:34 GMT
NOTES: Heavy Weights ON, Power Level — 29,450. The trip to Arcose took a whole twenty-four hours. Thankfully, Beryl had plenty to do during the trip. His luxurious spaceship definitely helped with preventing him from becoming bored and for most of the trip, Beryl trained in the gravity simulation room. Again, the gravity machine he purchased was becoming indispensable with his training regime, and if he continued with how he was training now, Beryl predicted that he would be able to withstand fifty times normal gravity by the end of the week. The gravity training was beneficial not only in increasing his power, but also allowing him to tolerate environments with higher amounts of gravity than usual. He wasn’t sure if Arcose’s gravity was any more intense than Earth’s but if he was, Beryl was very confident that he would be able to handle it. Now, if it was one hundred times Earth’s gravity, then Beryl would have a problem. However, he seriously doubted that was the case. If it was, then there would be barely any people on Arcose. Yes, the Arcosians were naturally very powerful but even they couldn’t expect to withstand one hundred times normal gravity without immense amounts of training. Although the Arcosians didn’t have gravity to worry about, their planet was a pretty shitty planet to live on. One, it was cold as fuck, ridiculously so. Two, because the planet’s climate was so harsh, only one small part of the planet was inhabitable while the rest was just swaths of arctic wasteland. Beryl was currently in the Population Centre, waiting in a lobby in order to visit a certain someone. Ever since his heated argument with Dr. Kryo, Beryl couldn’t stop thinking about the topics discussed ever since. In fact, it had provoked so much thought within him that he immediately traveled to Arcose on the same day. His ship was more than fit for the journey and thankfully, Beryl didn’t have to pilot much; all he had to do was tell the ship where to go and the AI did the rest. “Is Doktor Kryo available?” Beryl asked the Brenchian receptionist. He was outfitted in a warm, green Capsule Corporation hoodie, black pants and black shoes; a silver beanie rested on his head, it too branded with the Capsule Corporation logo. “I am not sure to be honest,” the red-skinned woman answered honestly. “Do you have business with him?” “I do,” Beryl responded, nodding once. “I need to discuss some important matters with him.” The dark-skinned human rubbed the back of his neck. “He told me to come here so that we could talk in person. Tell him that Beryl’s here to see him, if you could. If he doesn’t recognize the name, then tell him that I’m “That Guy”." The secretary blinked up at Beryl, confused. Nonetheless, she nodded in understanding. “Okay. I will get in contact with him immediately. Feel free to have a seat in the meantime,” she invited, gesturing towards the row of cushiony seats with a well-manicured hand. “Thank you,” Beryl said before calmly walking over towards the nearest seat. He stopped. “These seats won’t break, right?” he asked the receptionist, looking over his shoulder. “No? They shouldn’t. Why?” “Because I have some … training weights on and they’re very heavy. I wouldn’t want to break any furniture if it can be avoided.”“… You should be fine, sir. Those seats are very sturdy.” Mouth flattening, Beryl slowly eased himself down into the chair. Surprisingly, the piece of furniture didn’t buckle, bend or collapse; it supported his weight, along with the heavy training weights, perfectly well. Letting out a pleased sigh, the twenty-three year old leaned back in his seat, casually waiting for news of whether or not the Doktor was available for talking. “He better make time for this …” Beryl thought. “And I guess I was wrong; he is a guy!”Kryo
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Post by Kryo on Jun 17, 2015 17:26:20 GMT
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Kryo was rarely in a good mood; even less so when he was expected to drop everything and come meet someone he hadn't thought would actually be stupid enough to come here. He'd been enjoying some rare, close time with his father - now he needed to deal with this human who was apparently incapable of judging sarcasm through the written word.
The hospital was a very fine institution; the best that money could buy, Kryo would never settle for working somewhere any less technically sound. It was also, given the nature of Arcose, perpetually busy - mostly with alien visitors who had come to plead their case before their betters and wound up forgetting to pack warm clothing, or picking up some virulent strain of disease whilst they were en route.
When the Doktor did finally emerge to see his unwanted visitor, his expression betrays his irritation. It is always difficult to tell how old an arcosian is just from their looks, and Kryo hadn't entirely been joking when he'd said he doubted that Beryl would be able to discern his gender, either. Such things were fluid in arcosian culture, more so than most, and it wasn't as though he particularly cared about what Beryl thought he looked like - what he cared about what ensuring that the human acknowledged the weight of his girthy argument. All other matters of superiority could be handled latter.
Kryo was also one of the very few arcosians actually working here. Those others who are around are mostly here to pick up or drop off wounded subordinates. Like most professions on the planet, the medical one was dominated by slave races who dealt with the majority of the extraneous work.
It didn't take Kryo long to spot the human, though; there's not many humans around either, being one of the species least prone to space travel and not yet conquered by either major galactic power.
So Kryo simply marched right up to Beryl, arms folding across his chest when he got within a good distance of the man. "What, precisely, do you want?" He asked, "I am extremely busy, and whilst I'm sure whatever brought you here is extremely important by your standards, MISTER Roarke, I find it difficult to conceive of anything you might have to say which might even register as 'interesting' on my list of priorities."
The funny thing is, though one can often be surprised by someone in person when you've only spoken to them in text, Kryo comes across almost exactly as most people envisage him. Maybe a little shorter.
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Jun 22, 2015 21:35:32 GMT
While Beryl waited for Kryo to show up, he messed around with his phone. He resorted to searching the web, an activity that definitely served him well whenever he was waiting on someone or something. While he was certain that Dr. Kryo was a busy person, Beryl still assumed that the Arcosian had some free time, some way or another. Even if he didn't, the biologist was bound to make time for him, especially once the two of them got into a heated argument. That wasn't Beryl's intention for visiting but he was already prepared for the two of them to start bashing heads as soon as they started talking to each other; it was just a thing that he had come to accept, even if he had only spoken to Kryo once. Taking a brief break from his phone, Beryl looked up and scanned the surroundings. Surprisingly enough, not many Arcosians were actually working within the medical facility. In fact, he could count the number of Arcosians he could see on one hand. Most of the medical personnel consisted of a wide selection of alien races. Beryl remembered reading about the history of Arcosians in some kind of wacky scientific article. Apparently, the Changelings, a slang term for Arcosians, were the creators of the PTO or the Planet Trade Organization. The group did exactly what it sounded like: they forcibly overtook planets and then sold them to the highest bidder. From that alone, Beryl assumed that the Arcosians didn't have any sort of grasp on morality, that or they didn't care about it one bit. The second proposal was more likely than the first considering how famously arrogant Arcosians could be. Still, the presence of the slaves races on Arcose was most likely because of the PTO, even if the PTO no longer existed. Sure, the Arcosians were considered neutral in this day and age but Beryl still didn't approve of many things they did. The use of slavery was one of them. Looking up, Beryl noticed a peculiar Arcosian strolling towards him. His color scheme consisted of whites and blues and his body was made up of sharp angles, complete with horns and spiky protrusions coming out of his exoskeleton. As soon as the stranger spoke, Beryl immediately knew who it was; he only knew one Arcosian that was as acidic and condescending as Doktor Kryo. Even as the annoyed-as-hell alien continued to complain, Beryl remained still and quiet, listening with a pleasant expression. "It's so good to finally meet you, Doktor Kryo," the dark-skinned human greeted. As he rose from his seat, the poor piece of furniture made an awful, screeching sound, a sound that was made whenever metal was twisted and bent forcibly. "... Oops." Beryl looked over his shoulder; unfortunately, he messed up the chair that he was sitting on. It was distorted, having to hoist up Beryl's weight along with the absurdly heavy training weights that he had on. A sheepish grin slid across the ki researcher's lips. "... Sorry about that." Beryl wasn't that much taller than Kryo, standing at only five feet seven inches tall, and his physique was distinctly average. "Also, you did invite me to come to Arcose so I did." His hands slipped into his pockets. "Besides, I've been wanting to visit this planet for some time now; it'll help me in my research and my training, no doubt." There was a brief pause and Beryl frowned. "But if you are truly that busy, then I suppose that we could meet some other time. I have some things that I want to talk you about. Some of the information that I have may actually be useful for you, extremely useful." Another pause. "One of them is that I want to show you that humans do have the capability to change their physical being in order to increase their ability to use and manipulate ki." He remembered vividly the toxic messages Kryo had sent him. Even so, Beryl was doing his best to remain civil and polite. However, if Kryo pushed his buttons enough, then the gloves were going to come off. "And I'm sure there are plenty of things you want to correct me on by showing me in the flesh, right?" Surely, Kryo couldn't resist a chance to assert his "superiority" on the "clearly inferior" human. "But, again, if you're too "busy", I understand."Kryo
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Post by Kryo on Jun 25, 2015 7:47:24 GMT
Kryo isn’t particularly good at hiding his irritation, and everything about the arcosian from his body language to the way he looks at the human to the tone of his voice tells Beryl that he’s irritated. If the researcher’s aim in coming here was to get a rise out of Kryo, he’s certainly succeeded in that; but then, being irritated wasn’t really anything unique. Almost since the moment he’d arrived on this planet again, Kryo had been greatly irritated by the world and the people inhabiting it. The place was, like most places were in his experience, full of idiots.
He’d hoped for better. That was naïve.
“You're lying.”
Kryo’s sharp tone cuts when Beryl claims that it was good to meet him, and he leaves the human’s hand hanging. “You came here because you wanted the chance to prove me wrong. It isn’t good to see me, you’re just happy to have the opportunity to prove me wrong - to take me down a peg.”
The Doktor’s lip curled, and his eyes slid over the damaged furniture. “Why would I care? I don’t pay the maintenance bill.”
He waved his hand vaguely as the researcher continued to explain his reasons for coming here. “I don’t care that humans can change their physiology. It isn’t surprising. Practically every sentient race in the galaxy can figure out how to do it if they have time. Congratulations, your species is better than a Klawphor. Of course, most would say still existing is evidence enough of that.”
He gave a wave of his hand to indicate that the human should follow him, and then set off down the corridor, through the hospital, towards his office. “I don’t particularly care about your ignorance, either. It isn’t my job to explain simple things to you. I’m a Doktor, not an educator, and even if I were, if I remember right, you aren’t actually interested in pursuing your education.”
Truth be told, that tidbit had actually interested Kryo, and was the reason he hadn’t just turned the researcher away entirely. Kryo had gone through the effort of obtaining multiple PhDs, but he’d never thought the institutionalized basis of education was where the most cutting-edge research was occurring. That was why he had struck out on his own, put his team together, and conducted research in the furthest reaches of the galaxy.
The fact that Beryl was disrespectful was a major strike against him, but the fact that he was interested enough in research to pursue it in spite of the mockery he was sure to face for not having the requisite titles… that was interesting. Interesting people tended to get and keep the Doktor’s attention far more easily than people who could be read like a book.
Kryo’s office is a bit of a mess, a jumble of various case files and texts – dominated by a large desk and chair, though with a few smaller chairs around that the researcher could sit in if he ignores Kryo’s warning.
“Don’t sit down. These chairs I actually do care about.”
The Doktor himself sat down, though, folding his hands and looking over the top of them at the human who had come all this way just based on curiosity.
“I guess the question I should ask is… why do you care? Is it just pride for you? You don’t want people to think that humans are a joke? You realize most of us don’t, right? We don’t think humans are anything at all. You have to notice something to find it funny. We don’t. Earth is a planet that couldn’t be of less interest to the average arcosian – or to most of the above-average ones, come to that. If humanity is perfectly happy to remain on one planet, like you said, maybe it’d be better for the rest of you to stay there. Attracting attention in the wider galaxy doesn’t tend to end well for anybody. It is one of the aspects of the Saiyan Solar Empire, and some of my more wasteful colleagues, which I find particularly… distressing.”
That word might stand out to Beryl, too, given the man’s assumptions about arcosian morality. It isn’t that the arcosian species as a whole doesn’t understand morality; it is that they tend to view it in different, and very personal, terms compared to humans. For Kryo, the universe and everything in it was a puzzle to be solved; things which distracted from that were bad, and things which destroyed knowledge – which permanently removed pieces of the puzzle – were worst of all. Right now, Beryl was puzzling; Kryo wanted to understand why it was this human had travelled so far just to vex and annoy him.
If there were any fears about safety, there really ought not to be. So long as Kryo remained interested in him, there weren’t that many things which could make him safer on the planet.
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Jun 30, 2015 16:59:41 GMT
It was difficult to make Beryl angry but at this point, his patience with Kryo was running exceptionally thin. Whatever it was, the Arcosian didn't like him; hell, Beryl could even go so far to say that Kryo hated him. It was obvious that the Doktor was not happy whenever he was around Beryl. To the tone of his voice to his stiff, rigid body language, the Changeling's irritation radiated off of him like some kind of gaudy cologne. After the sharp accusation, the dark-skinned human became very still. He looked right at Kryo, the expression on his face neutral. However, the thoughts running through his head were anything but. If Beryl didn't have any sort of self-control, like a typical Saiyan, then his first reaction would've been to try and sock Kryo right in the face. However, he had much better control over his emotions and actions than that, a quality that has spared him a whole shitstorm of trouble. Still, that didn't mean he wasn't irritated with the way Kryo spoke to him and treated him. Breathing in and out, the twenty-three year old rubbed his cheek, doing his best to remain calm and civil. "Trust me. I didn't come all of this way just to prove you wrong and bruise your ego, even if your ego does need to be desperately lowered," the ki researcher responded. "I'm honestly glad to be able to meet you in person; if I didn't mean it, I wouldn't have said it." He was being truthful about that part. Especially when it came to someone like Kryo, Beryl wouldn't say something if he didn't mean it. One part of it was just his honesty; another part of it was that if he said something that he didn't mean, then that just gave Kryo more ammunition to use against him. The subject quickly but shortly changed towards the damaged chair. It wasn't completely wrecked but it was definitely distorted due to the incredibly heavy training weights Beryl was wearing. Sheepishly, Beryl rubbed his cheek. "Well, it's a nice chair," he responded once Kryo didn't seem too bothered that the chair got properly jacked up. The part about the maintenance bill made Beryl think; who knew how much it cost to keep this particular facility functional? The tech it had was clearly the best of its kind; Arcosians had a nasty habit of settling for nothing except for the absolute best, no matter what it was. Kryo kept on talking, going on to say that he didn't give the slightest care that humans could change their physiology at will, so long as they trained for it. Of course, he had to take a shot at humans in general, still deeming them particularly weak and feeble and stupid compared to the other races out there. Sighing, Beryl kept quiet. If he gave a response right now, then the two would just end up arguing back and forth like they did in the first place. Plus, it wasn't like Beryl had anything of weight to say to that statement anyways. Sure, Kryo didn't care but Beryl got a much different impression when the two were shooting messages back and forth. Was Kryo just saying that in order to one-up Beryl or did he truly didn't care? Who knew? The insults kept coming but at this point, even with the small amount of time the two have spent together, Beryl expected a healthy stream of insults and put-downs whenever he was around Kryo. "Just because I don't know if I want to get a doctorate degree in what I'm doing doesn't mean I don't care about my education," the dark-skinned human replied, following behind the blue and white Arcosian. As the two made their way towards Kryo's office, Beryl's head moved back and forth like it was on a swivel. Clearly, he was very, very interested in the medical facility, enough to where he wanted to see everything that he could possibly see. Kryo's office was just like Beryl thought it would be. A large chair and desk dominated a good portion of the room; Beryl immediately assumed that the two belonged to Kryo specifically. Given how short the Arcosian was, it made sense as to why he made sure that both his desk and chair were giant. Random files, thick books and stacks of papers flooded the room, making some sort of paper jungle. Even if he was studious and incredibly intelligent, the Doktor's organizational skills were ... lacking to say the least. Beryl was about to take a seat when the Arcosian did but decided against it once he was told not to sit down. He could see why that was the case; the chairs were bound to get distorted if Beryl plopped down on them with his stupidly heavy training weights on. For a moment, he contemplated taking them off. "No, I've got to keep these things on." It was all for the greater benefit and end goal, even if those chairs did look insanely comfortable. So, Beryl made himself comfortable the best he could. He listened as Kryo talked for a little while. The one question that the Changeling wanted to figure out was why Beryl cared so much. Was it pride? No, it wasn't. If anything, Beryl was extremely modest about what he could do to the point where he frequently downplayed everything. Modesty went a long way in his opinion, especially with how power-hungry and confrontational people were in the immense galaxy they lived in. Being humble kept you off of the radar and you wouldn't draw unnecessary attention to yourself. Many were hellbent on gaining fame (or infamy) and while that was fine and dandy, it came with appropriate consequences. Once your name spread to every corner of the galaxy, a point would come in your life to where you wished that you had kept quiet and to yourself, if not for a little bit. What Kryo was saying seemed completely different to what he said to Beryl before. Most people didn't view humans as jokes? As a waste of space? It contradicted everything that Beryl had heard from others whenever humans were involved. To Arcosians, according to Kryo, Earth and humans weren't of interest to them at all and that was a good thing in the grand scheme of things. "... The Saiyan Solar Empire?" Beryl rubbed his chin. "I've heard of that before but I don't know the specifics about them." Finding specific information about the SSE was extremely difficult; the only way that you could learn the specifics of the empire itself was to ask high-ranked Saiyan nobles or dedicated historians. "If the Saiyans are involved, I'm sure it has something to do with conquering planets." Perhaps Beryl was generalizing the Saiyans a little bit too much, but after seeing their track record, who could blame him for doing so? "It kind of reminds me of the Planet Trade Organization. I mean, that doesn't exist anymore but still ..." His dark-brown eyes flitted across the room; he seemed to be avoiding eye contact with the Arcosian. "I can tell you for a fact that none of this is because of pride. Honestly, I don't care if everyone in the galaxy thinks humans are jokes and a waste of space but I don't want my own people to think that of themselves and I see it too often," Beryl explained. He pulled on his green, Capsule Corporation beanie. "So many of them give up too easily whenever they're faced with an obstacle. They think they can't overcome it so there is no point in even trying. This is exceptionally true whenever this obstacle has a large amount of power, larger than the typical power-level of five for the average human." A pause. "You know, I kind of thought that of myself for a long while. It was one of the reasons why I've even bothered to get into ki research: to prove myself wrong, to tell myself that everything I've thought of myself prior was wrong." He then initiated eye contact. "That's why I'm out here. Meeting you in person is an excellent opportunity for me to learn more about myself and the galaxy I live in. Plus, I'll admit that my curiosity has something to do with it too." Beryl had always wondered what the other planets were like. So far, Arcose was both interesting and distasteful at the same time. The harsh, unrealistic arctic weather and climate did not mix well with Beryl at all. To him, the entire planet was a giant ice box with small, habitable specks peppered across its surface. He could see why the Arcosians made the Planet Trade Organization in the first place. If he had to live on a crappy planet like this, he would want to find a new home too! "Even if I don't have multiple PhDs like you do, I don't think I need them to have an impact with my research and discoveries. Getting mocked and teased are the least of my concerns," Beryl said, staring right at Kryo as if to call the Arcosian out. To be fair, Kryo took every opportunity to roast Beryl whenever he could. The two of them were turning to be intellectual rivals though that rivalry had every single possibility to grow into something much, more intense ... and violent. Beryl was almost certain that he and Kryo wouldn't throw down in the middle of the medical facility but further down the road, an all-out brawl was very possible. He was ready for it either way. "You know, I want to know what your main interest is. Is it just biology or is it something more than that? You said you aren't the teaching type, which I can tell, but something about you tells me that you've got something greater in mind than just editing people's articles." Beryl asked, eyeing the towers of books and files that crowded the Arcosian's office. "Also, why do you spell "Doctor" with a "K" and not a "C"?" It was a question that was bound to come up. Kryo
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Bing Gan
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Post by Bing Gan on Jul 22, 2015 4:36:34 GMT
Sad to see this one end abruptly...regardless, onto your gains!
Beryl, your Word Count is 3067 and your PL Gains are: 6,537!
Current PL Total: 45,529 > New PL Total: 52,066
Kryo has gone into retirement. If this changes someday, please let me know and I'll grade you!
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