dumbest genius you ever met

Name's Ithas Dalen (or Dalen Ithas, if you want to flip things around like seems to be all the rage these days). Twelve years of age. Biotic. Formerly known as Nevertread. Ex-STG. Wanted dead or alive in Citadel space. Was running a courier service on Omega, then served on a merc ship, and am now... kind of stuck on the Citadel. I'm also a scientist! No one said you had to have a degree to do science. [[Mass Effect OC RP blog. Happy to do just about anything with just about anyone. Multi-universe, multishipping, just about anything goes.]] [[tag me nevertreaddalen]] [[Other muses: littlestarletness, kella-the-hellion]]

[nevertread-dalen]

[TEXT]: Dalen, DALEN! I've made a mistake!

[TEXT]: HOW MANY PEOPLE NEED TO BE SHOT

[allos-mal]

“I may have been..fiddling around with the inner workings the eye to make it blink to begin with.” she replied sheepishly, peering in at the wires inside. “Look, the extranet videos made it look easy!”

[nevertread-dalen]

Dalen snorted, prying purposefully around the innards of the device.  “Yeah, it does look pretty easy, but it takes some figuring out.  But lucky for you I’ve been poking around in tiny electronics for years, so I should be able to fix it.”  He turned and grinned up at Mal.  “I’m impressed you just made it blink, though.  Could have just broken it.”

[nevertread-dalen]

[TEXT]: Dalen, DALEN! I've made a mistake!

[TEXT]: HOW MANY PEOPLE NEED TO BE SHOT

[nevertread-dalen]

allos-mal:

[TEXT]: I’m going to give myself a seizure!

[TEXT]: Or its gonna over heat and blow up!

[TEXT]: I VERY MUCH LIKE THIS EYE IT ALMOST MATCHED MY OTHER ONE

[TEXT]: Alright, alright, I’m coming over.  Can you like… pack it in ice until I get there or something?

[allos-mal]

[TEXT]: Sticking it in the freezer is the same thing, right?

[TEXT]: Ill just stick my whole head in there and…chill.

[nevertread-dalen]

[TEXT]: I will be impressed if you can fit all of you in the freezer.

[TEXT]: Don’t actually do that.  That is a me thing to do.  Don’t steal my thunder.

[allos-mal]

[TEXT]: ‘m not actually going to do that, besides I’m the flashy lighting in this partnership!

[TEXT]: Unlocked the door, got some ice, I’ll be sulking on the couch.

[nevertread-dalen]

[TEXT]: Gotcha.  I’ll be over soon, already ditched security.

About fifteen minutes later, Dalen stuck his head in the door.  “Mal!  I’m here!  I brought six different screwdrivers!”

[allos-mal]

Oh there was a joke there that she could make. However it seemed wise to not mess with his head when he was going to be fixing her mistake. “Look for the beautiful lady that lights up the room with her strobe eye!”  she called out, her artificial eye blinked brightly as it sat on a  rag packed with ice in her hand.

[nevertread-dalen]

“That is… definitely a strobe eye,” Dalen said as he came in the rest of the way.  “I’m dressed all wrong for this.  There’s not nearly enough neon in here for that level of… eye-blinky-ness.”

[allos-mal]

“Now now, this is a high class club. If you don’t have leather neon outfits on I’d have to ask you to leave. But given that you know the owner I suppose I’ll have to let you stay.” she let out a dramatic sigh and kept her head tilted at an angle so he wouldn’t see her empty eye socket.

[nevertread-dalen]

Dalen grinned and took a seat on the couch next to her, inspecting the eye with screwdriver in hand.  “Well, I think the first thing we’re gonna want to do is turn it off.  Then we can work on figuring out why it started being all… club.”  He poked the eye with his screwdriver.  “It opens up somewhere, right?”

[allos-mal]

Mal turned the orb in her hand until she found one screw. “Yup, you gotta unscrew here..” she twisted it towards to reveal a screw opposite of the the other” And here, that much I figured- it sorta just pops off like a casing.”

[nevertread-dalen]

Dalen’s nimble little screwdriver-armed stick-fingers popped the casing off in seconds once he was shown where the screws were.  Leaning in close, he began to poke at the wires underneath.  “I should be able to figure this out pretty easy.  But what were you doing when the blinking started?”

[nevertread-dalen]

[TEXT]: Dalen, DALEN! I've made a mistake!

[TEXT]: HOW MANY PEOPLE NEED TO BE SHOT

[nevertread-dalen]

allos-mal:

[TEXT]: I’m going to give myself a seizure!

[TEXT]: Or its gonna over heat and blow up!

[TEXT]: I VERY MUCH LIKE THIS EYE IT ALMOST MATCHED MY OTHER ONE

[TEXT]: Alright, alright, I’m coming over.  Can you like… pack it in ice until I get there or something?

[allos-mal]

[TEXT]: Sticking it in the freezer is the same thing, right?

[TEXT]: Ill just stick my whole head in there and…chill.

[nevertread-dalen]

[TEXT]: I will be impressed if you can fit all of you in the freezer.

[TEXT]: Don’t actually do that.  That is a me thing to do.  Don’t steal my thunder.

[allos-mal]

[TEXT]: ‘m not actually going to do that, besides I’m the flashy lighting in this partnership!

[TEXT]: Unlocked the door, got some ice, I’ll be sulking on the couch.

[nevertread-dalen]

[TEXT]: Gotcha.  I’ll be over soon, already ditched security.

About fifteen minutes later, Dalen stuck his head in the door.  “Mal!  I’m here!  I brought six different screwdrivers!”

[allos-mal]

Oh there was a joke there that she could make. However it seemed wise to not mess with his head when he was going to be fixing her mistake. “Look for the beautiful lady that lights up the room with her strobe eye!”  she called out, her artificial eye blinked brightly as it sat on a  rag packed with ice in her hand.

[nevertread-dalen]

“That is… definitely a strobe eye,” Dalen said as he came in the rest of the way.  “I’m dressed all wrong for this.  There’s not nearly enough neon in here for that level of… eye-blinky-ness.”

[allos-mal]

“Now now, this is a high class club. If you don’t have leather neon outfits on I’d have to ask you to leave. But given that you know the owner I suppose I’ll have to let you stay.” she let out a dramatic sigh and kept her head tilted at an angle so he wouldn’t see her empty eye socket.

[nevertread-dalen]

Dalen grinned and took a seat on the couch next to her, inspecting the eye with screwdriver in hand.  “Well, I think the first thing we’re gonna want to do is turn it off.  Then we can work on figuring out why it started being all... club.”  He poked the eye with his screwdriver.  “It opens up somewhere, right?”

[nevertread-dalen]

[TEXT]: Dalen, DALEN! I've made a mistake!

[TEXT]: HOW MANY PEOPLE NEED TO BE SHOT

[nevertread-dalen]

allos-mal:

[TEXT]: I’m going to give myself a seizure!

[TEXT]: Or its gonna over heat and blow up!

[TEXT]: I VERY MUCH LIKE THIS EYE IT ALMOST MATCHED MY OTHER ONE

[TEXT]: Alright, alright, I’m coming over.  Can you like… pack it in ice until I get there or something?

[allos-mal]

[TEXT]: Sticking it in the freezer is the same thing, right?

[TEXT]: Ill just stick my whole head in there and…chill.

[nevertread-dalen]

[TEXT]: I will be impressed if you can fit all of you in the freezer.

[TEXT]: Don’t actually do that.  That is a me thing to do.  Don’t steal my thunder.

[allos-mal]

[TEXT]: ‘m not actually going to do that, besides I’m the flashy lighting in this partnership!

[TEXT]: Unlocked the door, got some ice, I’ll be sulking on the couch.

[nevertread-dalen]

[TEXT]: Gotcha.  I’ll be over soon, already ditched security.

About fifteen minutes later, Dalen stuck his head in the door.  “Mal!  I’m here!  I brought six different screwdrivers!”

[allos-mal]

Oh there was a joke there that she could make. However it seemed wise to not mess with his head when he was going to be fixing her mistake. “Look for the beautiful lady that lights up the room with her strobe eye!”  she called out, her artificial eye blinked brightly as it sat on a  rag packed with ice in her hand.

[nevertread-dalen]

“That is... definitely a strobe eye,” Dalen said as he came in the rest of the way.  “I’m dressed all wrong for this.  There’s not nearly enough neon in here for that level of... eye-blinky-ness.”

[nevertread-dalen]

[TEXT]: Dalen, DALEN! I've made a mistake!

[TEXT]: HOW MANY PEOPLE NEED TO BE SHOT

[nevertread-dalen]

allos-mal:

[TEXT]: I’m going to give myself a seizure!

[TEXT]: Or its gonna over heat and blow up!

[TEXT]: I VERY MUCH LIKE THIS EYE IT ALMOST MATCHED MY OTHER ONE

[TEXT]: Alright, alright, I’m coming over.  Can you like… pack it in ice until I get there or something?

[allos-mal]

[TEXT]: Sticking it in the freezer is the same thing, right?

[TEXT]: Ill just stick my whole head in there and…chill.

[nevertread-dalen]

[TEXT]: I will be impressed if you can fit all of you in the freezer.

[TEXT]: Don’t actually do that.  That is a me thing to do.  Don’t steal my thunder.

[allos-mal]

[TEXT]: ‘m not actually going to do that, besides I’m the flashy lighting in this partnership!

[TEXT]: Unlocked the door, got some ice, I’ll be sulking on the couch.

[nevertread-dalen]

[TEXT]: Gotcha.  I’ll be over soon, already ditched security.

About fifteen minutes later, Dalen stuck his head in the door.  “Mal!  I’m here!  I brought six different screwdrivers!”

[nevertread-dalen]

[TEXT]: Dalen, DALEN! I've made a mistake!

[TEXT]: HOW MANY PEOPLE NEED TO BE SHOT

[nevertread-dalen]

allos-mal:

[TEXT]: I’m going to give myself a seizure!

[TEXT]: Or its gonna over heat and blow up!

[TEXT]: I VERY MUCH LIKE THIS EYE IT ALMOST MATCHED MY OTHER ONE

[TEXT]: Alright, alright, I’m coming over.  Can you like… pack it in ice until I get there or something?

[allos-mal]

[TEXT]: Sticking it in the freezer is the same thing, right?

[TEXT]: Ill just stick my whole head in there and…chill.

[nevertread-dalen]

[TEXT]: I will be impressed if you can fit all of you in the freezer.

[TEXT]: Don’t actually do that.  That is a me thing to do.  Don’t steal my thunder.

[nevertread-dalen]

[TEXT]: Dalen, DALEN! I've made a mistake!

[TEXT]: HOW MANY PEOPLE NEED TO BE SHOT

[nevertread-dalen]

allos-mal:

[TEXT]: I’m going to give myself a seizure!

[TEXT]: Or its gonna over heat and blow up!

[TEXT]: I VERY MUCH LIKE THIS EYE IT ALMOST MATCHED MY OTHER ONE

[TEXT]: Alright, alright, I’m coming over.  Can you like... pack it in ice until I get there or something?

[nevertread-dalen]

[TEXT]: Dalen, DALEN! I've made a mistake!

[TEXT]: HOW MANY PEOPLE NEED TO BE SHOT

[allos-mal]

[TEXT]: ME MOSTLY. [TEXT]: I MAY HAVE THOUGHT THAT A BLINKING EYE COULD BE COOL. WE TALKED ABOUT THAT RIGHT?

[TEXT]: I MADE A MISTAKE AND CANT GET IT TO STOP.

[nevertread-dalen]

[TEXT]: ARE WE TALKING BLINKING IN LIGHTS OR BLINKING AS IN EYELIDS

[allos-mal]

[TEXT]: LIGHTS

[TEXT]: ITS LIKE A STROBE LIGHT.

[TEXT]: I COULD  START MY OWN NIGHT CLUB WITH THIS THING

[nevertread-dalen]

[TEXT]: LIKE SEIZURE INDUCING?

[TEXT]: LET’S FIGURE OUT HOW TO TURN THIS SETTING ON AND OFF.  WE CAN WEAPONIZE IT!

[nevertread-dalen]

[TEXT]: Dalen, DALEN! I've made a mistake!

[TEXT]: HOW MANY PEOPLE NEED TO BE SHOT

[allos-mal]

[TEXT]: ME MOSTLY. [TEXT]: I MAY HAVE THOUGHT THAT A BLINKING EYE COULD BE COOL. WE TALKED ABOUT THAT RIGHT?

[TEXT]: I MADE A MISTAKE AND CANT GET IT TO STOP.

[nevertread-dalen]

[TEXT]: ARE WE TALKING BLINKING IN LIGHTS OR BLINKING AS IN EYELIDS

[nevertread-dalen]

[TEXT]: Dalen, DALEN! I've made a mistake!

[TEXT]: HOW MANY PEOPLE NEED TO BE SHOT

[nevertread-dalen]

THINGS YOUR CHARACTER ABSOLUTELY CANNOT STAND

BOLD = your character DOES NOT enjoy this

Italic = Your character is begrudgingly okay with this, used to it or will at least look the other way

Strikethrough = Your character displays this trait, approves of or engages in this behaviour (or item)

Swearing/Profanity | Being petted | Certain colours | Nail-biting | Quiet environments or people | Loud environments or people | Slang usage | Mumbling | Tapping | Knocking | Rocking back and forth | Humming | Twiddling their thumbs | Nails on a chalkboard | Hedonism | Offkey singing | Obnoxiousness | Overconfidence or cockiness | Crying | Shyness | Scratching | Proper grammar/formal speech | Not chewing with their mouth closed | Belching | Unshaven/unkempt people | Poor hygiene | Yelling | Certain smells | Religious people | Non-religious people | Zealots | Hypocrisy | Arrogance | Ignorance | Defiance | Racism | Prejudice | Assumptions being made about them | Rumours | Arguing | Infidelity or cheating | Backstabbing | Routines | Gluttony | Laziness | Procrastination

TAGGED BY: @allos-mal​

TAGGING: LOL IDK I’M LIKE NEVER ON HERE

[nevertread-dalen]

((oh look it me))

[allos-mal]

[A text, from an unlisted number]: Lovely evening, Miss Allos. Did you see tonight's episode of Dr. Beard, M.D.? Nurse Illys is TOTALLY fornicating with the good doctor when no one is looking, I think.

[text]: Anyone with a functioning brain could have seen that coming. Illys needs to make up her damn mind if she wants the doctor or stick with her man.

[text] Who is this?

[nevertread-dalen]

allos-mal:

nevertread-dalen:

[text]: I’m well informed.  In any case, good evening, Miss Allos.  I’ll find you again sometime soon.

If Mal’s eye crossed the other end of the bar, she would see a recently vacated seat, with a cheap datapad left sitting on the counter.  No one seemed to be paying it any mind.

Mal eyes passed over the datapad on occasion, she seemed determined to find someone watching, however, the more her focus came back to it, the more strand it seemed to become. Why would anyone leave their data pad there? She began to feel uneasy and sent a text to Dalen.

[text]: Dalen~ you should come drink with me down at the Flux. It’s gonna be a fun, mildly drunk time!

Again her eyes fell on the misplaced device. Curiosity would be her down fall, that she knew, but the small salarian found herself walking across to the vacant seat and took it for herself, giving a glance to the patrons around her she found herself fiddling with it attempting to check its contents. Should anyone catch her messing with it at the very least she could lie through her teeth about trying to find its owner.

Dalen blinked and looked up from the files he was perusing when his omni-tool beeped.  Kella had gotten the files for him, but the older salarian seemed to regret it.  Dalen himself hadn’t looked up from them to do much more than get a bite to eat since... well, probably since the last time Mal had messaged him.  He didn’t really want to leave his work, but he couldn’t very well ignore her and not feel bad about it...

[text]: I guess I could do that.  Everyone seems so... SOMETHING about me working, so they’ll probably be so glad I’m doing something else that they’ll let me walk right out.  Be there soon.

Back at the bar, the datapad wasn’t locked.  As soon as the screen was activated, a picture popped up of an open, very familiar looking briefcase.

[allos-mal]

[A text, from an unlisted number]: Lovely evening, Miss Allos. Did you see tonight's episode of Dr. Beard, M.D.? Nurse Illys is TOTALLY fornicating with the good doctor when no one is looking, I think.

[text]: Anyone with a functioning brain could have seen that coming. Illys needs to make up her damn mind if she wants the doctor or stick with her man.

[text] Who is this?

[nevertread-dalen]

allos-mal:

[text]: Of course.  But it’s fun to play at normalcy from time to time, isn’t it?

[text]: But your cohorts aren’t going to find me.  I could find them if I wanted, but I don’t.  No, all of my attention is for you.

[text]: Do watch out, you’re about to put your elbow in the turian next to you’s drink.  I imagine that won’t make him happy.

Mal pulled her arm closer to herself, her hand sliding under the table and rested on her lap.

[text]: My my do we have a new up and rising Shadow Broker, Mister Wass? You seem to know quite a bit outside of casual observations on an inebriated lady.

Despite herself she cracked  a smile. Sure, she was part of an organization of underhanded, murder happy lunatics that believed they were doing good in the world. But she hardly had as much power within it that she lead people to believe. At the very least she had that on her side.

[text]: Why thank you. I wouldn’t wasn’t inferior booze to ruin my nice new dress now would I?

She started to scan the crowd looking for anyone that could possibly be passing information about her to Wass. Should she find anyone acting suspicious she intended to make their life a living hell.

[text]: I’m well informed.  In any case, good evening, Miss Allos.  I’ll find you again sometime soon.

If Mal’s eye crossed the other end of the bar, she would see a recently vacated seat, with a cheap datapad left sitting on the counter.  No one seemed to be paying it any mind.

[allos-mal]

[A text, from an unlisted number]: Lovely evening, Miss Allos. Did you see tonight's episode of Dr. Beard, M.D.? Nurse Illys is TOTALLY fornicating with the good doctor when no one is looking, I think.

[text]: Anyone with a functioning brain could have seen that coming. Illys needs to make up her damn mind if she wants the doctor or stick with her man.

[text] Who is this?

[nevertread-dalen]

allos-mal:

nevertread-dalen:

[text]: This is your third, though judging by the instability in your posture I’d wager you had something before you came here.

[text]: Dangerous to drink so much out in public all alone, Miss Allos.  What would our dear friend think of all this?

[text]: Being sober is overrated. But don’t feel flattered darling, this kind oif behavior happened long before you broke into my life.

[text]: Though, I find it adorable that you pretend to think I’m alone. After all, you know who I really am.

[text]: Of course.  But it’s fun to play at normalcy from time to time, isn’t it?

[text]: But your cohorts aren’t going to find me.  I could find them if I wanted, but I don’t.  No, all of my attention is for you.

[text]: Do watch out, you’re about to put your elbow in the turian next to you’s drink.  I imagine that won’t make him happy.

[allos-mal]

[A text, from an unlisted number]: Lovely evening, Miss Allos. Did you see tonight's episode of Dr. Beard, M.D.? Nurse Illys is TOTALLY fornicating with the good doctor when no one is looking, I think.

[text]: Anyone with a functioning brain could have seen that coming. Illys needs to make up her damn mind if she wants the doctor or stick with her man.

[text] Who is this?

[nevertread-dalen]

allos-mal:

nevertread-dalen:

[text]: Our brains are designed for binocular vision.  I imagine it would take adjustment.  Do tell me all about it.  I’m fascinated to hear the results of my handiwork.

[text]: So what’s in that drink?  It’s an entrancing shade of green.

[text]: Nonsense we were having such fun, no need to bring up boring work related things like that.

Mal frowned, eyeing her glass suspiciously before taking a sip. It hadn’t left her sight and she already had one already, it was unlikely he tampered with it.

[text]: Oh a few drinks combined into one. Got inspired by last nights episode. Ken went back to heavy drinking again and made something that looked similar to this. Bit of flirting and I got the barkeep to make this special for me. Though I suppose I don’t need to tell you how many i’ve had.

[text]: This is your third, though judging by the instability in your posture I’d wager you had something before you came here.

[text]: Dangerous to drink so much out in public all alone, Miss Allos.  What would our dear friend think of all this?

[allos-mal]

[A text, from an unlisted number]: Lovely evening, Miss Allos. Did you see tonight's episode of Dr. Beard, M.D.? Nurse Illys is TOTALLY fornicating with the good doctor when no one is looking, I think.

[text]: Anyone with a functioning brain could have seen that coming. Illys needs to make up her damn mind if she wants the doctor or stick with her man.

[text] Who is this?

[nevertread-dalen]

allos-mal:

nevertread-dalen:

[text]: And here I was expecting you to freeze in fear and stop messaging me.

[text]: You are just full of surprises, Miss Allos.

[text]: How’s your dear friend?  Still looking for me, is he?

[text]: Mister Wass I am surprised at you. How could you think so little of me after all those close moments we’ve had together?

[text]: I think I’m going a little blurry in the eyes I’m so hurt.

[text} Oh wait it’s just the one eye. I suppose vision in that one has always been blurred for the past few months. Can’t imagine why.

[text]: Our brains are designed for binocular vision.  I imagine it would take adjustment.  Do tell me all about it.  I’m fascinated to hear the results of my handiwork.

[text]: So what’s in that drink?  It’s an entrancing shade of green.