Druss Jorkakt
Explorer
Name: Druss Jorkakt
Race: Volus
Occupation: Security guard - Cision Motors
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Post by Druss Jorkakt on Nov 5, 2015 5:25:48 GMT
Having made it off Omega and back to the citadel, Druss had spent the past few days wandering around the lower wards when she wasn't at work. She had used up all but one of her vacation and sick days in pursuit of Kianna, only to find out it was all for naught. Her spirit broken, she'd dream of stopping some crime down there, no luck in someone else's back luck so far. Today however- she'd still have no luck. But she was going down into the lowest sections of the wards, if only for the adrenaline high of being in a dangerous area. Looking around at the denizens of the lowest parts of the station, she could see why the place wasn't the utopia in space everyone thought it was. Still, it had more safety than the terminus at least . . .
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glowytherapist
Adventurer
Name: Unpronouncable
Race: Collector
Occupation: Therapist
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Post by glowytherapist on Nov 5, 2015 5:38:17 GMT
"Uh, excuse me." A claw tapped on her shoulder, sending off numerous alarms. One, as someone who had spent a lot of time around turians, she could tell that the bony digit that scraped against her suit was NOT from their species. Two, someone had managed to approach her without her noticing. Three, the voice was echoey in all the wrong ways given its soft tone. Behind her stood a figure in a brown robe, which was admittedly not uncommon. Clothes where probably hard to find this low down in the wards, so the ratty bit of cloth was probably the local fashion. From under the hood however one could make out a set of glowing green eyes. "I couldn't help but notice that you seem to be lost. Do you need directions?"
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Druss Jorkakt
Explorer
Name: Druss Jorkakt
Race: Volus
Occupation: Security guard - Cision Motors
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Post by Druss Jorkakt on Nov 5, 2015 5:47:26 GMT
'Friendly locals!', she thought. If it wasn't for massive luck at all the right-wrong times, Druss would be long dead by now. Still, the voice seemed strange, same with the hand . . . maybe the 'palaven-clan' just had a disease? No worries with her suit and biology. "*hssk* Oh, I was just uhm. Looking for- wandering around. *hssk* Yeah." Her voice would sound tired and frustrated, to some extent, although the 'palaven-clan' might not pick up on this unless he was familiar with volus.
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glowytherapist
Adventurer
Name: Unpronouncable
Race: Collector
Occupation: Therapist
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Post by glowytherapist on Nov 5, 2015 5:56:26 GMT
Apparently he was. "You seem stressed. While usually I would recommend a walk, this area is far from hospitable to pedestrians." He seemed to examine her for a second, "Have you refreshed your suit pressure lately? A few points difference often leads to increased irritability and discomfort." He sounded more like a personal aid VI than an actual individual.
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Druss Jorkakt
Explorer
Name: Druss Jorkakt
Race: Volus
Occupation: Security guard - Cision Motors
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Post by Druss Jorkakt on Nov 5, 2015 6:03:51 GMT
". . . *hssk* Not recently, no." Letting her guard down at the comment, Druss figured he *had* to be a palaven-clan. They often knew the most about volus, and that was one very specific comment. The odd phrasing however didn't bother her, her mind shrugging it off as him simply being a social outcast of some sort, her romanticized world view once again glossing things over. Opening her omni-tool, she'd check her suit's systems over, finding the pressure to be well within a comfortable range. "*hssk* Says here it's fine."
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glowytherapist
Adventurer
Name: Unpronouncable
Race: Collector
Occupation: Therapist
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Post by glowytherapist on Nov 5, 2015 6:17:42 GMT
"Hmmm." He seemed to think for a moment. "Have you gone through any very stressful situations lately?" He circled around her once, as one might examine a broken generator.
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Druss Jorkakt
Explorer
Name: Druss Jorkakt
Race: Volus
Occupation: Security guard - Cision Motors
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Post by Druss Jorkakt on Nov 5, 2015 17:11:21 GMT
The warning signs from earlier started to enter the volus' head once the 'palaven-clan' started to circle her, the earlier comment about the area being 'far from hospitable to pedestrians' making her wish she had brought her heavy armour. "*hssk* Yeah, and it's none of your business. You're asking a lot of questions for a concerned stranger . . ." Keeping her eyes on what was visible of his face when/if he returned to her view, Druss tried to figure out her next move if this mysterious stranger was planning to rob her.
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glowytherapist
Adventurer
Name: Unpronouncable
Race: Collector
Occupation: Therapist
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Post by glowytherapist on Nov 5, 2015 21:47:43 GMT
"Other people's problems are my business." He paused after completing his circuit around her. There was definentaly something wrong with his eyes. For a second, it was almost as if a second pair had appeared beside the first. "I am a therapist you see. I make it a habit to get to know as many people as possible."
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Druss Jorkakt
Explorer
Name: Druss Jorkakt
Race: Volus
Occupation: Security guard - Cision Motors
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Post by Druss Jorkakt on Nov 5, 2015 21:52:01 GMT
"*hssk* A therapist for the lower wards? *hssk* Didn't think they had those. Must be charity work, everyone here seems dirt poor." The second eyes were noticed, but waved off as something that had to be a mistake. "*hssk* Still, a palaven-clan sounds like the kind that does that sort of thing. *hssk* Trying to get a new customer then?"
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glowytherapist
Adventurer
Name: Unpronouncable
Race: Collector
Occupation: Therapist
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Post by glowytherapist on Nov 7, 2015 13:55:51 GMT
"Oh... I'm not Turian." He made a chittering sound that may have been his equivalent of clearing the throat. "Not one of the primary species. That's why I'm down here. As for customers, money is of little importance to me. I have enough to pay rent and whatever else I need I get from the netsite I run. I just like helping people."
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Druss Jorkakt
Explorer
Name: Druss Jorkakt
Race: Volus
Occupation: Security guard - Cision Motors
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Post by Druss Jorkakt on Nov 7, 2015 20:16:19 GMT
Curiosity took over the volus, after all if he *wasn't* a palaven-clan, then just what was he? "*hssk* And you think I'd need help?" Druss had to admit, she had been feeling down since the Deacon incident. Perhaps talking to someone would be good for her? And it was free, apparently.
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glowytherapist
Adventurer
Name: Unpronouncable
Race: Collector
Occupation: Therapist
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Post by glowytherapist on Nov 8, 2015 2:52:54 GMT
"Everyone needs help in some form. That's why the community is a universal constant in higher functioning life. Often we don't even know that we need help, and that is sometimes when we need it the most." He took a few steps away from her, "My appertment isn't far if you are interested?"
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Druss Jorkakt
Explorer
Name: Druss Jorkakt
Race: Volus
Occupation: Security guard - Cision Motors
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Post by Druss Jorkakt on Nov 8, 2015 5:31:32 GMT
Druss nodded, following him there, sensing nothing worryingly wrong aside from his voice, speaking as they entered wherever it was he called home. "*hssk* So uhh, never really been to a therapist before if I'm honest. *hssk* How do we start?"
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glowytherapist
Adventurer
Name: Unpronouncable
Race: Collector
Occupation: Therapist
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Post by glowytherapist on Nov 9, 2015 2:12:25 GMT
Considering the area it was located in, the apartment was quite nice. It didn't have the usual grimy walls or old vermin nests in the corners. The metal grey walls where as smooth and bright as they had been the day they were placed, which was good because there was little in the way of decor. There was a couch and a table in what served as the living room, both as spotless as the room itself. Next to the couch was a simple revolving seat. "Well first I ask you to make yourself comfortable and offer you a drink. Non-alcoholic of course."
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Druss Jorkakt
Explorer
Name: Druss Jorkakt
Race: Volus
Occupation: Security guard - Cision Motors
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Post by Druss Jorkakt on Nov 9, 2015 3:29:53 GMT
Nodding, Druss held off on the drink, the grimy state just outside putting her off. "*hssk* Not too thirsty right now but thanks." Waddling over to the couch, she took a seat on it, as it started to sink in just what she was doing, an underlying sense of worry entering her. "*hssk* It's uhh, awfully clean in here. Looks nice." Pretending to look around from her seat, Druss quietly scanned the room for anything she could use as a makeshift weapon, just in case this strange alien had less than helpful intentions.
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