glowytherapist
Adventurer
Name: Unpronouncable
Race: Collector
Occupation: Therapist
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Post by glowytherapist on Jun 12, 2015 3:01:12 GMT
(One of kavels things is he can read people in an almost sherlock way. I'm just throwing bs at the wall and seeing what sticks XD) "I am rather isolated from media to tell the truth, and in my cy- my home planet such material was illegal, punishable by death."
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Post by asari_promiscuity on Jun 12, 2015 4:19:50 GMT
((It's cool. Perhaps in this case, being unfamiliar with the context, he drew the wrong conclusion by way of 'faulty data in, faulty data out'. Even Holmes himself did it - his cameo at the end of Flashman and the Tiger is an epic example, albeit not part of 'canon' Holmes.)) “Really?” Daia replied, wide-eyed, then ventured a smile. “Well... I wouldn’t be very popular there, I imagine.” Her curiosity finally won out. “Where are you from - if it’s not rude to ask?”
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glowytherapist
Adventurer
Name: Unpronouncable
Race: Collector
Occupation: Therapist
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Post by glowytherapist on Jun 12, 2015 14:20:14 GMT
"Well Uh..... " he desperately searched for a good half-lie. "A space station."
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Post by asari_promiscuity on Jun 13, 2015 15:40:13 GMT
“Ah,” Daia nodded. She had heard of various movements along those lines - followers of one creed or another withdrawing from the company of non-believers entirely, to devote themselves wholly to their spiritual calling, or avoid contamination by 'heretics', depending on the vehemence of their desire for solitude. “Isolated community? But you’re out and about among the rest of us now - was that by choice, or chance?”
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glowytherapist
Adventurer
Name: Unpronouncable
Race: Collector
Occupation: Therapist
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Post by glowytherapist on Jun 15, 2015 1:31:04 GMT
"It was lost in the war," he said simply.
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Post by asari_promiscuity on Jun 15, 2015 5:55:20 GMT
“Oh... I’m sorry,” Daia said softly. That hadn’t been rare either - many had sought refuge in isolation, most notably the raloi in their entirety, but for every colony or habitat that had escaped notice, another had simply been in the wrong star system, and been swatted out of existence by a passing Reaper on its way to some other destination. There had even been a discovery recently, by a prospector drone, of the remains of a small colony nobody had ever known existed; with nothing left but traces of refined alloys and synthetic ceramics, and edges of dead farmland beyond the impact craters, it seemed nobody would ever know who they had been.
“Are there... others from your home, around?” she ventured after a moment. She didn’t want to linger on what had to be a supremely painful topic, but she couldn’t think what else to say.
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glowytherapist
Adventurer
Name: Unpronouncable
Race: Collector
Occupation: Therapist
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Post by glowytherapist on Jun 17, 2015 2:12:15 GMT
"Thankfully no. The reapers..." A shiver went down the mans spine and his voice lowered to a whisper. "Cold darkness, icy metal prodding at your head, can't think... Must obey... So easy to act... Collect..." He shook himself, snapping out of the flashback. "The reapers saw fit to use us as slaves and test subjects. I am glad I am one of the only ones left, they stripped anything good away from us when they first came."
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Post by asari_promiscuity on Jun 17, 2015 6:21:21 GMT
Daia couldn’t keep her eyes from widening at the revelation, and took a slow breath to steady herself.
“I’m so sorry,” she whispered. “I... can’t imagine - I was on Illium, Nos Varda - the walls held, for the most part. I never saw one in person.” She looked away for a moment, wondering at how trivial she must seem, in the face of experiences like that.
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glowytherapist
Adventurer
Name: Unpronouncable
Race: Collector
Occupation: Therapist
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Post by glowytherapist on Jun 19, 2015 16:45:55 GMT
"Unless you led the reapers to us, or built them, you have no reason to apologise. They were a force of nature, unstoppable without only the larges guns and strongest armies. I am not one of those victims that lashes out at those more fortunate, though I understand their hatred." He paused, looking at the ground, "It did open my eyes though. Once you see entire planets burning, mothers and fathers separated from children for processing, an entire species simply erased... You come to have a new appreciation for life."
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Post by asari_promiscuity on Jun 20, 2015 16:46:50 GMT
Daia remained silent, acknowledging her guest’s comments with a nod.
“I know the feeling,” she said at last. “On a smaller-picture scale, perhaps, but still.” She looked up curiously. “What is it that you do, now? You obviously haven’t sought seclusion from the rest of us again.”
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glowytherapist
Adventurer
Name: Unpronouncable
Race: Collector
Occupation: Therapist
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Post by glowytherapist on Jun 26, 2015 2:51:47 GMT
"I'm a therapist and personal councilor."
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Post by asari_promiscuity on Jun 30, 2015 6:04:30 GMT
“Ah? My mate had a career in psychology, before she moved to Illium - she was the director of the Anhedrax Institute here for a time,” Daia added, with some pride showing through in her voice. “Is it a career you pursued back... among your people, or did you take it up after coming here?”
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glowytherapist
Adventurer
Name: Unpronouncable
Race: Collector
Occupation: Therapist
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Post by glowytherapist on Jul 8, 2015 2:45:20 GMT
"I aided in making newcomers accustomed to our beliefs and practices. So is suppose I've always been a 'people person' as you say." He leaned back slightly, giving her a quick glimpse of hard carapace as the hood slipped. He quickly caught it and readjusted it however. "Unfortunately, the war has left me somewhat... Disfigured."
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Post by asari_promiscuity on Nov 2, 2015 2:46:04 GMT
Daia’s eyes widened slightly at the glimpse of what was beneath the hood, but she controlled herself well.
“I see,” she said softly. “I know that’s not an easy thing to live with. My bondmate...” She gave a little shake of her head, but ventured a slight smile. “People say appearances shouldn’t matter, but it’s not so easy to dismiss.”
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glowytherapist
Adventurer
Name: Unpronouncable
Race: Collector
Occupation: Therapist
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Post by glowytherapist on Nov 12, 2015 5:07:49 GMT
"Sometimes we must deal with the assumptions our appearances give. Many would instantly mark a krogan as a mercenary or a Volus as a banker or similar desk jobber." There was a short pause as he seemed to remmember something, then shivered. "I am sorry about your bondmate. Are they disfigured or of a minority race? If you don't mind me asking, I apologize for being so abrupt. Again I am used to different social customs."
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