Shoya Kasamali

Independent roleplay for Shoya Kasamali, a fandomless/multifandom sci-fi OC. Mobile Nav.

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farfromtarsus:

He heard her hiss and paused to glance down at her. “Sorry.” Spoken flatly, as though it was automatic and not a careful expression of real regret. “Is that worse off than it looks, Kasamali?”

Reluctantly, Shoya nodded. “I’ll be fine. I just need... a dermal regenerator...” As though anything would keep Commander Leath from accompanying her all the way to sickbay.

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unaugmentedmonkeyscantfly:

“I’s not a bother.  Helpin’ someone helps yourself, right?  I mean, I’d want someone to help me if I was wanderin’ around hungry.”  He managed to smile in a way he hoped was fondly.  Fitz nodded in the direction of one of the few places he knew had a vending machine, a couple of blocks away, and then his own stomach growled.  “Mmm, well…I’ll grab somethin’, too.”

It was strange. This man seemed not much better off than Shoya was. And yet here he was, helping her. “Are we stealing this? Should we leave payment behind?”

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thoughtiwasalive:

   Perhaps Shoya was correct. Perhaps Kara would never fully understand. Fear, she understood. Feeling unsafe… of course. But she knew her life was not as valuable as Shoya’s. She knew, innately, if she were to meet her end, for all else… things would be fine. 

   Gray eyes fell downwards. “You just did.” Regardless of rank, Kara was required to answer to humanoid life forms.

   If they told her to do something… she had to do it.

   Perhaps her emotions could not be controlled like so, but her actions had just been dictated.

   She smiled, hard, sad. “Won’t you tell me if you need anything, Shoya? Whenever or whatever it is.” 

   And with those words, she turned to leave. 

Right. Kara had to obey any direct statements, a system that horrified Shoya every time she remembered it. She should probably say something, make it clear that wasn’t actually an order... but she couldn’t bring herself to.

“Fine,” she agreed, though she had the feeling she would do nothing of the sort. “Thank you, Kara.” When the other left, she made no move to stop her.

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monetbestmutant:

Giving a little nod Monet idly browsed through the shop herself. She had no interest in going into Shoya’s head deep enough to figure out what the woman wanted, and it seemed easier to let Shoya take care of it all.

The sudden question made her pause for a moment. “Well, no…not directly. You could try to get a job, and then. Oh never mind. Here” Waving one hand she motioned for Shoya to hand the stuff over. There was no way the shop owner would accept anything but cash, credit, or a trade of some sort.

“I have more then enough money believe me. I’ll pay for it all, and then meet you outside. Please don’t waste my time arguing, and no there’s no debt. I’m not like Xavier or Magneto.”

The gesture left Shoya genuinely stunned, and it was a few moments before she could form words again. “You do not have to do that,” she finally managed. She would not argue, but it made no sense. Even if she had the money, why would she perform such a favor, and then expect nothing in return?

“I could be anyone. You know nothing about me. You have no reason to help me. I do not understand.”

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Sometimes I’m overwhelmed with the insatiable desire to learn. To know astronomy and geography and language and architecture; to recognize each constellation, planet, and star; to speak and understand all languages, be able to decipher ancient Greek and Latin text; to grow my understanding of how the human body works; study the differences and similarities of each religion; recognize the use for each herb and seed and sapling.

I want to better myself, not for fame or recognition or power. I just want to understand. 

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dealmakingfae:

It was one of the tricks that allowed Gold to maintain things the way she did. Tell the truth, but leave out additional little pieces of information. It was in her nature to try to arrange things to benefit her after all. A faint smile came to her as she nodded in response to Shoya’s thanks. “Of course.”

Taking the data pad she considered it. “Well if you come across more things like those spices. Things from a place that no longer exists, I’d be interested. I’m also always looking for contacts, information, and new sources for things. I’ll give you a call in a few weeks yes? We can keep in contact.”

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A few weeks later Rumple did just what she had promised, and leaning back in a chair with a fresh cup of tea put in a call to Shoya.

The coil worked beautifully, and Shoya found herself a good temporary job only a week or so after leaving the station. Helping to install the computer systems for a colony on a recently terraformed world. It had been a long day, so finally taking off her top and flopping face first into her bed felt magnificent...

So of course, someone had to call her just then. Checking the ID, Shoya was a bit surprised to see the name, but shrugged it off. She’d given the woman her contact information, after all. Grumpily tugging her top back on, Shoya made sure she looked reasonably presentable before settling in the main seat and answering the call.

“Gold. How can I help you?”