Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2016 12:01:57 GMT
The idea of a sweet, possibly fizzy, pink sports drink or something was REALLY taking over Noxa’s mind.
It wasn’t until her focus turned to the angry-looking hybrid, his fusing eyebrows, and the look of absolute ire that Noxa’s mind decided to settle in the moment. He didn’t look very happy. That wasn’t the reaction Noxa was expecting; usually, when she went on the offensive, Noxa found that people took the defensive. Whether it was sexual remarks or insults — this was… Different. Unexpected.
“Uhh…” Noxa stammered, watching as the perpetual veins on his forehead seemed to twitch and grow somehow. His hair — it began to move despite the lack of a rustling breeze. Was he a Bio-Android, maybe? Noxa had yet to find anyone whose locks could undulate and writhe on their own. The possibility of a rising anger’s power causing the brown mane's motions completely escaped her.
This man — Celmaru — he claimed to have already lost people to some Bio-engineered freak? That’s weird. Just how many of her kind were there? Noxa had gotten rid of 299 other units by herself, but…
The woman’s eyes narrowed, focusing on his words with what looked like — for the first time — a serious expression. Noxa’s jaw tightened; the muscles at the sides of her jaw bulged slightly, as did the sister-structure at Noxa’s temples. Celmaru had tugged at a string; Celmaru had pushed a button. For whatever reason the idea of protecting offspring and mates resonated with Noxa, sending ripples of sentiment through her core.
The alien sensation of emotions was rapidly translated into something that resembled fear. The fear was born out of a lack of understanding. Noxa, after all, didn’t understand. Why wasn’t he backing down? Why was he pressing on? Why was his hair writhing like that? Why did he provoke such strong emotions in her?
'Why? Why? Why?' The word echoed in her mind. The situation produced more and more questions, but no answers arose from any party involved.
The handsome hybrid’s mate uttered a verbal request — asking him to ‘not’.
'Not' what?
Noxa wasn't sure what was happening; Noxa wasn’t sure what she was referring to... but… If this took a turn for the worst… Well, Namorel’s earlier fear had told her that whatever he saw from that scouter meant this guy was serious business.
Noxa took a step forward. A right step. Her leg crossing in front of Namorel. If this was going to go down in a particular way — the violent way…Well, she’d fought Namorel before. Noxa knew his power. Namorel was a respectable, innovative warrior. Still, he lacked the raw power the genetic freak had. If anything came down Noxa would have a better chance of getting out than Namorel did. That's why she stepped up.
But there was no attack. There was only a pause. A brief, short-lived pause.
Then came an explanation.
Celmaru wasn’t by any means wrong — he had no reason to trust them, even IF they had tried to help him out in the recent scuffle between he and the arco-trash. Celmaru, of course, was in the right; he had every right to be suspicious and on his toes. Especially around Noxa. However, she didn’t need to tell him that — she didn’t need to cede. Yielding now would likely mean she’d have to answer to more questioning. Some of which might be objectively fair; some of which might be objectively not.
At least the man stated he didn’t plan to attack. It didn’t bring Noxa’s guard any lower; it didn’t relax her facial expression anymore; it didn’t stop her hair from writhing. He could very well be lying. Though, she had to wonder, what was he talking about? What was this ‘misinformation’ the man believed she harbored?
The candid nature of the previously-assumed fashionista, however, did put Noxa at ease. Instinct, again, told her there was no malice behind his words. Her hair calmed; her brow relaxed; her shoulders sagged just a tad. Noxa noticed Phae’s concern over her husband’s ‘strife’. It was touching — sweet, even. However, it did add more questions to Noxa’s already impressive backlog.
The questions he posed, whether rhetorical or not, didn’t matter. The answer to his questions was simply: ‘no’.
Still, she didn’t respond.
The steady, stoic visage is all the outward display Noxa gave. Despite the ‘armed and ready’ look having gone Noxa still looked very serious. The time for games was over. It seemed even Noxa knew when it was time to stop. Noxa’s gaze focused on Phae for a moment, watching as she hugged her man, head resting on her shoulder.
There it was again — another emotion she didn’t understand. This one felt drawn-out. Warm. Fuzzy. Possessive. Still, when the initial sensation was gone it just left a very clear chill on the side of her cheek; it left her arms feeling just a little heavier. Her lack of an embrace a little more ‘empty’.
‘Saiyan’. There it was again. It seemed the story was going to link back to a few of the concepts the man had just introduced her to. Concepts Noxa originally didn’t take at face value, but considering the seriousness of the tone at hand… Well, she felt inclined to believe him, or at least suspend her disbelief for just long enough to indulge the hybrid and the story that was sure to follow.
There was a knock — a gentle tug at Noxa’s psyche. She was inexperienced with any sort of telepathic or telekinetic abilities. This was another new sensation. Still, Noxa felt herself open up. In light of everything at hand: her questions; her instincts; her unknown emotions; her curiosity. Noxa took a hold of the proverbial knob, slowly turning and pulling the door open to Celmaru and the story he presented; the Bio Woman accepted the link he offered with little hesitation.
The first image, without text, spurred nothing from Noxa. She saw it as just a battle; a fight. Maybe a hunt? It wasn’t until the words and writing came into the picture that Noxa was truly handed the first few pieces of the jigsaw puzzle that were Celmaru’s life. From her own experience she understood other humans didn’t take kindly to those different from them; from her own experience, she understood other humans didn’t take kindly to those who are considered 'kin' being hurt. The first few pieces Noxa was given, she could not find any empathy within them. She felt nothing for the scene. However, Noxa now understood the foundation of the story.
The second image came. There was more speech; there was more context. The scene, again, didn’t draw anything too strong. It did, however, cause Noxa to feel just the slightest bit of contempt for those displayed in the picture. Never before had she harbored any malintent towards children. This was the first time — even if just an iota of an emotion.
By the time the third image came to Noxa was already starting to ‘get the idea’. Still, she examined what was displayed thoroughly. The scenery. The speech.
The third image was different. It made her feel… Angry. Natural, vicious anger at towards the honor-less attackers. Noxa, for whatever reason, saw them as bandit-like bands of miscreants. The woman, to this point, had not lived to any code. She wouldn’t — even at her current level of social understanding — consider herself ‘honorable’ But she wouldn’t consider herself as bad what she saw on the picture.
Noxa interpreted the third image as a pack of hunters going after prey they didn’t want — prey they didn’t need. She viewed the children attacking Celmaru as bandits; poachers. Noxa interpreted the children as attackers who didn’t need his meat; his goods; his shelter. There was no reason to do what they did, but they did it anyway. Their acts — from the point of view she stood — took place simply because. They attacked Celmaru because they could, and because they could it meant they had to. No logic; no instinct.
It pissed her off.
She also felt a little bit of ire towards younger Celmaru. Why didn’t he fight back? He certainly had the power; he certainly had the means to put them in their place! Noxa would! She wouldn’t have been pushed around like this — not by vermin; not by prey!
There was some distaste for both sides of that conflict — even if for one side more than the other.
When his question of “...Are you getting the idea yet?” came Noxa found herself not responding. She was stoic and serious still — on the outside. With the third image being ripped away she remained in her silence. Noxa indulged, rolled in the feeling of bubbling toxicity that rose within her. It was rare that she experienced strong, long-lasting emotions like this.
She didn’t like this feeling — but it was something; it was new. So, naturally, she indulged it to the fullest. Even if she didn’t show it. Celmaru, with his psychic link, may have been able to sense that: her spite towards his recent attacks.
Still, there was more.
The fourth image came. This picture more alien than the others. From the setting to the idea of abuse of social power — it left her confused. Noxa understood what a ‘teacher’ was. Well, she knew what the concept of ‘teaching’ was — the connotations of trust and respect still lost to her. She also knew what ‘biology’ was, as that was a vital concept to her imprints. Still, putting those two together… It didn’t bring anything special. The woman wasn’t able to fit this piece of the puzzle together in with the others. The idea that someone ‘in power’ abused Celmaru confused her to the point where it detracted from the intensity of the emotions linked to the third image.
Was this part of his lesson? Did he misbehave? What did this have to do with biology? Noxa’s lack of social awareness kept her from being able to link that piece with the rest of the puzzle.
“They didn’t look like Zoanthropes.” She found herself mumbling under her breath, not understanding why two human males would decide to indulge in estrus and procreate with weasels.
Then the next image arrived: the final piece presented. The fifth image. That one had a lot of body language. Noxa recognized plenty of it. Though, again, she wasn’t able to link any sort of empathy. She found his get up absolutely unfitting to his looks. Though she was able to place the sound of tearing flesh perfectly. The grotesquely mutilated tail, which was once fluffy, brown, and cute, fell into the scene. It explained plenty. It also existed to place a finishing dot into the man’s story, though Noxa had a keen sensation he left plenty out.
The puzzle was still far from complete — and Noxa was left with one piece she had no idea what to do with. Still, somewhere deep down she understood that the inability to piece it together was on her.
Celmaru’s warning to Noxa was something she took seriously. She understood that he was right. Even if she didn’t think she could be dispatched with as easily as he implied — the idea was still there. Noxa had to be careful with the way she behaved. She had to rely less on her social instinct and more on logic, reasoning, and understanding of people. Still, those were still she had to first acquire before she could put them into practice.
A heavy breath came from Noxa. A hand came up, pushing up from her forehead and combing upwards and back into her scarlet mane. The woman’s eyelids came to a close. The combing fingers come to a rest at the back of her head.
She lingered in silence. She didn’t know how to do what she felt she needed to. Noxa didn’t know how to apologize. The Bio Android understood the words. She understood the meaning of ‘I’m sorry’, but she didn’t understand how to put it forward in a manual way. In a genuine way. Even if she truly felt as though she crossed a line she shouldn’t have.
“Look. I’m sorry. If I’m going to drop all of this — yeah. I’m not very good at this ‘social’ thing.”The woman’s right eyed opened. A yellow iris looked upwards at her green companion. She examined Namorel for a split second before continuing, “Humans are weird — people are weird. I still don’t really know how to behave, so I just go with the flow and don’t think about my actions. Maybe I crossed a line I shouldn’t have. I acknowledge that, b--”
She cut herself off as the sound of a siren was heard. It derailed Noxa and left a little buzz in the back of her head. Maybe she shouldn’t be here for when those guys showed up… It could mean trouble.
The woman barely registered Celmaru’s next sentence. She was focused on the sirens. It merely came off a muffled ‘blah-blah-blah’.
The sirens got closer.
It wasn’t until a wise little ‘quip’ from Celmaru was followed by Phae’s sultry “Oh my~” that Noxa’s attention snapped back to the group. That was something she picked up on.
“W-what are you trying to say?” Noxa asked. Her entire face, for once, was beet red. She couldn’t remember the last time she blushed; she didn’t necessarily know what it meant. A hand rose to Namorel’s side, pulling him against Noxa’s body. “I’ll have you know Namorel here is my Namekian homie! If you’re making fun of him I’ll give you a good run for your money, y’ hear!?”
The woman, by now, was angrily shaking a fist at Celmaru. This, however, was a comic, fleeting sort of ire. A vague warning that didn’t hold any serious threat.
Still, once again, Noxa had misconstrued something the man said. HOW CLASSIC
Still, despite the surrounding police force — despite the roller coaster of emotions that Noxa had just ridden — a bright grinning smile once again tore through her features.
“Aww, yeah!” She let go of Namorel, a quick jab of her elbow meeting his hip. “You hear that?” she asked, looking up at her Namekian ‘brotha’. “You got a master — just like you wanted! Hell, me too! We’re gonna be schoolin’ buddies!”
Her enthusiasm was palpable.
“Fucking sweeeeeeeet.” She said under her breath, her eyes returning to Celmaru and Phae. “Say, you guys want to ditch this place?” She asked, “Common, I’ll pay for lunch. What do you say? I know eating is a good way to ease tension, seal deals, and courtship!”
There was another reason, of course. Noxa would hate to get arrested or even ran-out-of-town for whatever dumb reason. She began to float with her Ki, reading to rush out of the scene with Celmaru, Phae, and Namorel should they accept her offer.
“It’ll be fun.” she assured them, “And we can talk a little more about that ‘teaching’ thing.”
The floating woman looked to Namorel, "I know you got a weird sleep cycle. What do you say? Want to tag along?"
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[Noxa has found interested in Celmaru]
It wasn’t until her focus turned to the angry-looking hybrid, his fusing eyebrows, and the look of absolute ire that Noxa’s mind decided to settle in the moment. He didn’t look very happy. That wasn’t the reaction Noxa was expecting; usually, when she went on the offensive, Noxa found that people took the defensive. Whether it was sexual remarks or insults — this was… Different. Unexpected.
“Uhh…” Noxa stammered, watching as the perpetual veins on his forehead seemed to twitch and grow somehow. His hair — it began to move despite the lack of a rustling breeze. Was he a Bio-Android, maybe? Noxa had yet to find anyone whose locks could undulate and writhe on their own. The possibility of a rising anger’s power causing the brown mane's motions completely escaped her.
This man — Celmaru — he claimed to have already lost people to some Bio-engineered freak? That’s weird. Just how many of her kind were there? Noxa had gotten rid of 299 other units by herself, but…
The woman’s eyes narrowed, focusing on his words with what looked like — for the first time — a serious expression. Noxa’s jaw tightened; the muscles at the sides of her jaw bulged slightly, as did the sister-structure at Noxa’s temples. Celmaru had tugged at a string; Celmaru had pushed a button. For whatever reason the idea of protecting offspring and mates resonated with Noxa, sending ripples of sentiment through her core.
The alien sensation of emotions was rapidly translated into something that resembled fear. The fear was born out of a lack of understanding. Noxa, after all, didn’t understand. Why wasn’t he backing down? Why was he pressing on? Why was his hair writhing like that? Why did he provoke such strong emotions in her?
'Why? Why? Why?' The word echoed in her mind. The situation produced more and more questions, but no answers arose from any party involved.
The handsome hybrid’s mate uttered a verbal request — asking him to ‘not’.
'Not' what?
Noxa wasn't sure what was happening; Noxa wasn’t sure what she was referring to... but… If this took a turn for the worst… Well, Namorel’s earlier fear had told her that whatever he saw from that scouter meant this guy was serious business.
Noxa took a step forward. A right step. Her leg crossing in front of Namorel. If this was going to go down in a particular way — the violent way…Well, she’d fought Namorel before. Noxa knew his power. Namorel was a respectable, innovative warrior. Still, he lacked the raw power the genetic freak had. If anything came down Noxa would have a better chance of getting out than Namorel did. That's why she stepped up.
But there was no attack. There was only a pause. A brief, short-lived pause.
Then came an explanation.
Celmaru wasn’t by any means wrong — he had no reason to trust them, even IF they had tried to help him out in the recent scuffle between he and the arco-trash. Celmaru, of course, was in the right; he had every right to be suspicious and on his toes. Especially around Noxa. However, she didn’t need to tell him that — she didn’t need to cede. Yielding now would likely mean she’d have to answer to more questioning. Some of which might be objectively fair; some of which might be objectively not.
At least the man stated he didn’t plan to attack. It didn’t bring Noxa’s guard any lower; it didn’t relax her facial expression anymore; it didn’t stop her hair from writhing. He could very well be lying. Though, she had to wonder, what was he talking about? What was this ‘misinformation’ the man believed she harbored?
The candid nature of the previously-assumed fashionista, however, did put Noxa at ease. Instinct, again, told her there was no malice behind his words. Her hair calmed; her brow relaxed; her shoulders sagged just a tad. Noxa noticed Phae’s concern over her husband’s ‘strife’. It was touching — sweet, even. However, it did add more questions to Noxa’s already impressive backlog.
The questions he posed, whether rhetorical or not, didn’t matter. The answer to his questions was simply: ‘no’.
Still, she didn’t respond.
The steady, stoic visage is all the outward display Noxa gave. Despite the ‘armed and ready’ look having gone Noxa still looked very serious. The time for games was over. It seemed even Noxa knew when it was time to stop. Noxa’s gaze focused on Phae for a moment, watching as she hugged her man, head resting on her shoulder.
There it was again — another emotion she didn’t understand. This one felt drawn-out. Warm. Fuzzy. Possessive. Still, when the initial sensation was gone it just left a very clear chill on the side of her cheek; it left her arms feeling just a little heavier. Her lack of an embrace a little more ‘empty’.
‘Saiyan’. There it was again. It seemed the story was going to link back to a few of the concepts the man had just introduced her to. Concepts Noxa originally didn’t take at face value, but considering the seriousness of the tone at hand… Well, she felt inclined to believe him, or at least suspend her disbelief for just long enough to indulge the hybrid and the story that was sure to follow.
There was a knock — a gentle tug at Noxa’s psyche. She was inexperienced with any sort of telepathic or telekinetic abilities. This was another new sensation. Still, Noxa felt herself open up. In light of everything at hand: her questions; her instincts; her unknown emotions; her curiosity. Noxa took a hold of the proverbial knob, slowly turning and pulling the door open to Celmaru and the story he presented; the Bio Woman accepted the link he offered with little hesitation.
The first image, without text, spurred nothing from Noxa. She saw it as just a battle; a fight. Maybe a hunt? It wasn’t until the words and writing came into the picture that Noxa was truly handed the first few pieces of the jigsaw puzzle that were Celmaru’s life. From her own experience she understood other humans didn’t take kindly to those different from them; from her own experience, she understood other humans didn’t take kindly to those who are considered 'kin' being hurt. The first few pieces Noxa was given, she could not find any empathy within them. She felt nothing for the scene. However, Noxa now understood the foundation of the story.
The second image came. There was more speech; there was more context. The scene, again, didn’t draw anything too strong. It did, however, cause Noxa to feel just the slightest bit of contempt for those displayed in the picture. Never before had she harbored any malintent towards children. This was the first time — even if just an iota of an emotion.
By the time the third image came to Noxa was already starting to ‘get the idea’. Still, she examined what was displayed thoroughly. The scenery. The speech.
The third image was different. It made her feel… Angry. Natural, vicious anger at towards the honor-less attackers. Noxa, for whatever reason, saw them as bandit-like bands of miscreants. The woman, to this point, had not lived to any code. She wouldn’t — even at her current level of social understanding — consider herself ‘honorable’ But she wouldn’t consider herself as bad what she saw on the picture.
Noxa interpreted the third image as a pack of hunters going after prey they didn’t want — prey they didn’t need. She viewed the children attacking Celmaru as bandits; poachers. Noxa interpreted the children as attackers who didn’t need his meat; his goods; his shelter. There was no reason to do what they did, but they did it anyway. Their acts — from the point of view she stood — took place simply because. They attacked Celmaru because they could, and because they could it meant they had to. No logic; no instinct.
It pissed her off.
She also felt a little bit of ire towards younger Celmaru. Why didn’t he fight back? He certainly had the power; he certainly had the means to put them in their place! Noxa would! She wouldn’t have been pushed around like this — not by vermin; not by prey!
There was some distaste for both sides of that conflict — even if for one side more than the other.
When his question of “...Are you getting the idea yet?” came Noxa found herself not responding. She was stoic and serious still — on the outside. With the third image being ripped away she remained in her silence. Noxa indulged, rolled in the feeling of bubbling toxicity that rose within her. It was rare that she experienced strong, long-lasting emotions like this.
She didn’t like this feeling — but it was something; it was new. So, naturally, she indulged it to the fullest. Even if she didn’t show it. Celmaru, with his psychic link, may have been able to sense that: her spite towards his recent attacks.
Still, there was more.
The fourth image came. This picture more alien than the others. From the setting to the idea of abuse of social power — it left her confused. Noxa understood what a ‘teacher’ was. Well, she knew what the concept of ‘teaching’ was — the connotations of trust and respect still lost to her. She also knew what ‘biology’ was, as that was a vital concept to her imprints. Still, putting those two together… It didn’t bring anything special. The woman wasn’t able to fit this piece of the puzzle together in with the others. The idea that someone ‘in power’ abused Celmaru confused her to the point where it detracted from the intensity of the emotions linked to the third image.
Was this part of his lesson? Did he misbehave? What did this have to do with biology? Noxa’s lack of social awareness kept her from being able to link that piece with the rest of the puzzle.
“They didn’t look like Zoanthropes.” She found herself mumbling under her breath, not understanding why two human males would decide to indulge in estrus and procreate with weasels.
Then the next image arrived: the final piece presented. The fifth image. That one had a lot of body language. Noxa recognized plenty of it. Though, again, she wasn’t able to link any sort of empathy. She found his get up absolutely unfitting to his looks. Though she was able to place the sound of tearing flesh perfectly. The grotesquely mutilated tail, which was once fluffy, brown, and cute, fell into the scene. It explained plenty. It also existed to place a finishing dot into the man’s story, though Noxa had a keen sensation he left plenty out.
The puzzle was still far from complete — and Noxa was left with one piece she had no idea what to do with. Still, somewhere deep down she understood that the inability to piece it together was on her.
Celmaru’s warning to Noxa was something she took seriously. She understood that he was right. Even if she didn’t think she could be dispatched with as easily as he implied — the idea was still there. Noxa had to be careful with the way she behaved. She had to rely less on her social instinct and more on logic, reasoning, and understanding of people. Still, those were still she had to first acquire before she could put them into practice.
A heavy breath came from Noxa. A hand came up, pushing up from her forehead and combing upwards and back into her scarlet mane. The woman’s eyelids came to a close. The combing fingers come to a rest at the back of her head.
She lingered in silence. She didn’t know how to do what she felt she needed to. Noxa didn’t know how to apologize. The Bio Android understood the words. She understood the meaning of ‘I’m sorry’, but she didn’t understand how to put it forward in a manual way. In a genuine way. Even if she truly felt as though she crossed a line she shouldn’t have.
“Look. I’m sorry. If I’m going to drop all of this — yeah. I’m not very good at this ‘social’ thing.”The woman’s right eyed opened. A yellow iris looked upwards at her green companion. She examined Namorel for a split second before continuing, “Humans are weird — people are weird. I still don’t really know how to behave, so I just go with the flow and don’t think about my actions. Maybe I crossed a line I shouldn’t have. I acknowledge that, b--”
She cut herself off as the sound of a siren was heard. It derailed Noxa and left a little buzz in the back of her head. Maybe she shouldn’t be here for when those guys showed up… It could mean trouble.
The woman barely registered Celmaru’s next sentence. She was focused on the sirens. It merely came off a muffled ‘blah-blah-blah’.
The sirens got closer.
It wasn’t until a wise little ‘quip’ from Celmaru was followed by Phae’s sultry “Oh my~” that Noxa’s attention snapped back to the group. That was something she picked up on.
“W-what are you trying to say?” Noxa asked. Her entire face, for once, was beet red. She couldn’t remember the last time she blushed; she didn’t necessarily know what it meant. A hand rose to Namorel’s side, pulling him against Noxa’s body. “I’ll have you know Namorel here is my Namekian homie! If you’re making fun of him I’ll give you a good run for your money, y’ hear!?”
The woman, by now, was angrily shaking a fist at Celmaru. This, however, was a comic, fleeting sort of ire. A vague warning that didn’t hold any serious threat.
Still, once again, Noxa had misconstrued something the man said. HOW CLASSIC
Still, despite the surrounding police force — despite the roller coaster of emotions that Noxa had just ridden — a bright grinning smile once again tore through her features.
“Aww, yeah!” She let go of Namorel, a quick jab of her elbow meeting his hip. “You hear that?” she asked, looking up at her Namekian ‘brotha’. “You got a master — just like you wanted! Hell, me too! We’re gonna be schoolin’ buddies!”
Her enthusiasm was palpable.
“Fucking sweeeeeeeet.” She said under her breath, her eyes returning to Celmaru and Phae. “Say, you guys want to ditch this place?” She asked, “Common, I’ll pay for lunch. What do you say? I know eating is a good way to ease tension, seal deals, and courtship!”
There was another reason, of course. Noxa would hate to get arrested or even ran-out-of-town for whatever dumb reason. She began to float with her Ki, reading to rush out of the scene with Celmaru, Phae, and Namorel should they accept her offer.
“It’ll be fun.” she assured them, “And we can talk a little more about that ‘teaching’ thing.”
The floating woman looked to Namorel, "I know you got a weird sleep cycle. What do you say? Want to tag along?"
HA! MADE YOU LOOK! NOT REALLY A DE !!!
It's just a prank, bro!
It's just a prank, bro!
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[Noxa has found interested in Celmaru]
[Noxa prepping to leave thread; want to start separate social lunch thread to discuss things once I'm free to post again.]
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