a freakin' alien

An RP/inspiration blog for Absinthe, an Aurin from the game Wildstar. Chemist, bartender, healer, drug dealer. Also sighted here can be Naraki, all-around Draken scoundrel.

[hemlockestone]

Abs, loosely based off the pose in character selection, since it’s fucking cute.

[nexus-bound]

[aestheticschaos]

The Scientist aesthetic

[just-a-florist]

Naraki approached the monolithic Osun building, awkwardly thumbing a piece of paper in her pocket. She was a jabbit, about to walk into a pumera's den. Or was it the other way around? Either way, the prospect of entering the Last Mistake filled her with dread, and with a deep breath, she opened the doors. She pulled the paper out of her pocket, a dingy bar napkin with the word "Sly" written in lipstick. Whoever this was, they could help her.

There was no disguising when someone entered The Last Mistake. The massive metal doors always creaked and gave a hiss while retracting back into their slots. Even so, Sly was slow to yank eyes off her datachron and even slower to toss a glance over her shoulder.Instantly stiffening up at the sight of a Draken wandering in, Sly growled softly. “Are you lost?”

[just-a-florist]

@nexus-bound : Thread

Naraki’s ears droop. “He took a friend of mine. For his harem. She didn’t say yes. I challenged him to a duel for his place as Clan lord. He refused, and you.. can’t refuse.”

She studies her nails, not wanting to look someone in the eye during this part of the story. “I stabbed him. Right there. I’m not proud of it… But the Cassians showed up the next day.”

“That’s it?” The Aurin huffed softly, looking almost bored as she looked down to her claws to study them. She slid a hunting knife out of her jacket, playing with it as she tapped the tip with a claw. “You managed to stab him in a way to kill him instantly, then? ..or did the poor, dumb bastard bleed to death slowly cause he was too proud to bandage the wound?” Sly’s eyes flicked up to the Draken, watching her while her tail flicked.

[nexus-bound]

“I’d rather not talk about it..” She scratches the back of her head. “I hit a vein. I don’t really regret it, but it was a pretty horrible time in my life.”

She tenses up at the knife a bit, pulling her tail into her lap.

[just-a-florist]

Naraki approached the monolithic Osun building, awkwardly thumbing a piece of paper in her pocket. She was a jabbit, about to walk into a pumera's den. Or was it the other way around? Either way, the prospect of entering the Last Mistake filled her with dread, and with a deep breath, she opened the doors. She pulled the paper out of her pocket, a dingy bar napkin with the word "Sly" written in lipstick. Whoever this was, they could help her.

There was no disguising when someone entered The Last Mistake. The massive metal doors always creaked and gave a hiss while retracting back into their slots. Even so, Sly was slow to yank eyes off her datachron and even slower to toss a glance over her shoulder.Instantly stiffening up at the sight of a Draken wandering in, Sly growled softly. “Are you lost?”

[just-a-florist]

@nexus-bound​ : Thread

“They say I murdered a war hero.” She finds a seat far away enough from Sly for comfort. “He was my clan lord. A monster. He.. hurt females.”

“But the Cassians own everything, every Draken. They took me here and said I would be colonizing Nexus, and I couldn’t go back to Mikros. The Draken here just listen to their lies.”

She makes a “blah blah blah” motion with her hands. “The all powerful Luminai that defeated our strongest in combat.”

Sly studied the Draken, relaxing back as her eyes narrowed to slits. The Aurin’s tail tip twitched as she listened, one ear up. There was a small facial tick as the Draken mocked the Luminai. “I see.” Sly began, slowly settling back on her stool as she took out her datachron to tap over it. “How did you kill him and what did he do?” The Draken’s story was mildly sympathetic as far as motivation went, unless she was lying. She was still a Draken after all.

[nexus-bound]

Naraki’s ears droop. “He took a friend of mine. For his harem. She didn’t say yes. I challenged him to a duel for his place as Clan lord. He refused, and you.. can’t refuse.”

She studies her nails, not wanting to look someone in the eye during this part of the story. “I stabbed him. Right there. I’m not proud of it... But the Cassians showed up the next day.”

[just-a-florist]

Naraki approached the monolithic Osun building, awkwardly thumbing a piece of paper in her pocket. She was a jabbit, about to walk into a pumera's den. Or was it the other way around? Either way, the prospect of entering the Last Mistake filled her with dread, and with a deep breath, she opened the doors. She pulled the paper out of her pocket, a dingy bar napkin with the word "Sly" written in lipstick. Whoever this was, they could help her.

There was no disguising when someone entered The Last Mistake. The massive metal doors always creaked and gave a hiss while retracting back into their slots. Even so, Sly was slow to yank eyes off her datachron and even slower to toss a glance over her shoulder.Instantly stiffening up at the sight of a Draken wandering in, Sly growled softly. “Are you lost?”

[just-a-florist]

@nexus-bound : Thread

Naraki holds up her hands in an attempt to placate the Aurin, shrinking back a bit. She grimaces a bit. “There are just rumors about The Last Mistake…”

The Draken winces at Sly’s words, as if being physically hit. She takes a shaky deep breath. “I’ll do anything. I don’t even have to work inside. I can sing, dance, bartend, be a bodyguard…” She rubs her left arm, rubbing comforting circles around a scar with her thumb.

Watching, Sly’s expression settled on bemused as the Draken acted more akin to a beaten dagun than the mighty warrior lizard she should have been. “Rumors? What sort of roan shit are people spewing? I’ll start adding other races to collection of Chua ears if I have to keep people from whispering that we’re Dominion friendly.” Sly growled as she crossed arms over her chest. Sly narrowed her eyes as she looked over the Draken. “What did you do?” The sort of desperation to drive a Draken away from the Dominion and to an Aurin Drug Lord? It had to be big.

[nexus-bound]

“They say I murdered a war hero.” She finds a seat far away enough from Sly for comfort. “He was my clan lord. A monster. He.. hurt females.”

“But the Cassians own everything, every Draken. They took me here and said I would be colonizing Nexus, and I couldn’t go back to Mikros. The Draken here just listen to their lies.”

She makes a “blah blah blah” motion with her hands. “The all powerful Luminai that defeated our strongest in combat.”

[just-a-florist]

♨ For mine to accidentally burn yours with coffee.

“I didn’t get a lick of sleep last night.” Aurin groaned as she rubbed at her temples. Sly was looking worse for wear with ruffled fur, a blatantly hastily put up braid to tame the mass of her green hair and clothing that was far more appropriate for a sleep over instead of being seated on Absinthe’s overly plush couch.Granted, it also was the ideal outfit to take a nap on said couch but that seemed rude to do so soon. Maybe later.“That stupid fucking Human. Bird only seems to like me when he’s buried b-” Sly cut off in a yelp as there was a clatter of mugs and a splash of burning hot coffee made it’s way down the front of her baggy shirt.

[just-a-florist]

@nexus-bound : Thread

Absinthe hugs her pillow, looking offended at the butcher comment. “Just because he frustrates me doesn’t mean I’m gonna eat him! He’s gonna live a happy life and die in his sleep.”

She raises her eyebrows and takes a sip of her coffee. “Stuff?” Her tail taps, as if waiting for Sly to continue.

“But why?” Sly cocked her head, looking over. “What use is a Roan if not to eat? I mean, unless you want to use him for breeding stock?” She shook her head, making a disgusted sound before peeking back over at Absinthe. “Horizontal stuff.“

[nexus-bound]

Abs wrinkles her nose at Sly. “I regret asking.”

[just-a-florist]

Naraki approached the monolithic Osun building, awkwardly thumbing a piece of paper in her pocket. She was a jabbit, about to walk into a pumera's den. Or was it the other way around? Either way, the prospect of entering the Last Mistake filled her with dread, and with a deep breath, she opened the doors. She pulled the paper out of her pocket, a dingy bar napkin with the word "Sly" written in lipstick. Whoever this was, they could help her.

There was no disguising when someone entered The Last Mistake. The massive metal doors always creaked and gave a hiss while retracting back into their slots. Even so, Sly was slow to yank eyes off her datachron and even slower to toss a glance over her shoulder.Instantly stiffening up at the sight of a Draken wandering in, Sly growled softly. “Are you lost?”

[nexus-bound]

Naraki tried to both hold her head high, and not look intimidating, which is a bit of a feat when you’re about 7 feet tall. She pulled the paper out of her pocket, and approached the Aurin.

“I was told that the person who owned this place could help me.. Sly?”

She stood, awkwardly. “I need a job. Away from the Dominion.”

[just-a-florist]

Ears instantly were set back as the Draken approached, lips drawing up in a silent sneer. Sly tensed up, ready to hop off the stool and bolt if needed. Could Sebby eat a Draken? She certainly could. At the Draken’s words, Sly deadpanned as she sat up. “What in the Weave, by who!? What dirt brained idiot told you I’d help a disgusting lizard!?” She shot off her stool, standing up with tail lashing behind as the Aurin glared up at the Draken. “Are you some sort of CoGS reject?”

[nexus-bound]

Naraki holds up her hands in an attempt to placate the Aurin, shrinking back a bit. She grimaces a bit. “There are just rumors about The Last Mistake...”

The Draken winces at Sly’s words, as if being physically hit. She takes a shaky deep breath. “I’ll do anything. I don’t even have to work inside. I can sing, dance, bartend, be a bodyguard...” She rubs her left arm, rubbing comforting circles around a scar with her thumb.

[just-a-florist]

♨ For mine to accidentally burn yours with coffee.

“I didn’t get a lick of sleep last night.” Aurin groaned as she rubbed at her temples. Sly was looking worse for wear with ruffled fur, a blatantly hastily put up braid to tame the mass of her green hair and clothing that was far more appropriate for a sleep over instead of being seated on Absinthe’s overly plush couch.Granted, it also was the ideal outfit to take a nap on said couch but that seemed rude to do so soon. Maybe later.“That stupid fucking Human. Bird only seems to like me when he’s buried b-” Sly cut off in a yelp as there was a clatter of mugs and a splash of burning hot coffee made it’s way down the front of her baggy shirt.

[just-a-florist]

@nexus-bound​ : Thread

Abs returned with two new mugs of coffee, careful to actually place them on the table this time. She flopped onto the other side of the couch, then pulled the mug to her face, took a deep breath, and then a sip. Sweet ambrosia.

With coffee calming her, she almost forgot that she saw the boobs of a crime lord just a minute ago. “What have you been up to lately?”

One ear flicked as Absinthe approached before Sly slowly sat up, letting the pillow fall into her lap as she sighed. The mug of coffee set up close by was snatched up and sniffed at. Sly grimaced. She took a sip then promptly had a full body shudder with tail fluffing up. Carefully the mug was set back down on the table. “Uh-” The Jungle Aurin’s ears flopped as she rubbed the back of her neck. “A whole lot of gardening and..uh- Confusion over a specific Human named Bird..” Sly shrugged helplessly. “My Stemdragon is growing big and healthy?” She continued on at a quicker pace. “Finally big enough to spook trespassers!”

[hemlockestone]

Abs held the mug under her nose, half hiding, half sniffing.

“I don’t know how you can be comfortable with one of those things on your property.. I can barely handle having that baby Roan Vel brought home.”

She puts down the mug and pulls a pillow into her lap, picking at the edges. “What’s going on with you and Bird anyway? I thought you hated him.”

[just-a-florist]

@nexus-bound : Thread

Abs held the mug under her nose, half hiding, half sniffing.

“I don’t know how you can be comfortable with one of those things on your property.. I can barely handle having that baby Roan Vel brought home.”

She puts down the mug and pulls a pillow into her lap, picking at the edges. “What’s going on with you and Bird anyway? I thought you hated him.”

“It’s no different than the warhound or chompie…” Sly trailed off, reaching over to trace the rim of her abandoned mug. “A roan is easy in comparison and you’ll be able to butcher it for a few meals when it gets older. Stemdragon? Not so much.”

“Uh-” The jungle Aurin shifted restlessly, sitting up as she grabbed a pillow as well to hug. “Yes and no? and uh…stuff is going on.”

[nexus-bound]

Absinthe hugs her pillow, looking offended at the butcher comment. "Just because he frustrates me doesn't mean I'm gonna eat him! He's gonna live a happy life and die in his sleep."

She raises her eyebrows and takes a sip of her coffee. "Stuff?" Her tail taps, as if waiting for Sly to continue.

[just-a-florist]

Naraki approached the monolithic Osun building, awkwardly thumbing a piece of paper in her pocket. She was a jabbit, about to walk into a pumera's den. Or was it the other way around? Either way, the prospect of entering the Last Mistake filled her with dread, and with a deep breath, she opened the doors. She pulled the paper out of her pocket, a dingy bar napkin with the word "Sly" written in lipstick. Whoever this was, they could help her.

There was no disguising when someone entered The Last Mistake. The massive metal doors always creaked and gave a hiss while retracting back into their slots. Even so, Sly was slow to yank eyes off her datachron and even slower to toss a glance over her shoulder.Instantly stiffening up at the sight of a Draken wandering in, Sly growled softly. “Are you lost?”

[nexus-bound]

Naraki tried to both hold her head high, and not look intimidating, which is a bit of a feat when you're about 7 feet tall. She pulled the paper out of her pocket, and approached the Aurin.

"I was told that the person who owned this place could help me.. Sly?"

She stood, awkwardly. "I need a job. Away from the Dominion."

[just-a-florist]

♨ For mine to accidentally burn yours with coffee.

“I didn’t get a lick of sleep last night.” Aurin groaned as she rubbed at her temples. Sly was looking worse for wear with ruffled fur, a blatantly hastily put up braid to tame the mass of her green hair and clothing that was far more appropriate for a sleep over instead of being seated on Absinthe’s overly plush couch.Granted, it also was the ideal outfit to take a nap on said couch but that seemed rude to do so soon. Maybe later.“That stupid fucking Human. Bird only seems to like me when he’s buried b-” Sly cut off in a yelp as there was a clatter of mugs and a splash of burning hot coffee made it’s way down the front of her baggy shirt.

[just-a-florist]

@nexus-bound​ : Thread

Abs returned with two new mugs of coffee, careful to actually place them on the table this time. She flopped onto the other side of the couch, then pulled the mug to her face, took a deep breath, and then a sip. Sweet ambrosia.

With coffee calming her, she almost forgot that she saw the boobs of a crime lord just a minute ago. “What have you been up to lately?”

One ear flicked as Absinthe approached before Sly slowly sat up, letting the pillow fall into her lap as she sighed. The mug of coffee set up close by was snatched up and sniffed at. Sly grimaced. She took a sip then promptly had a full body shudder with tail fluffing up. Carefully the mug was set back down on the table. “Uh-” The Jungle Aurin’s ears flopped as she rubbed the back of her neck. “A whole lot of gardening and..uh- Confusion over a specific Human named Bird..” Sly shrugged helplessly. “My Stemdragon is growing big and healthy?” She continued on at a quicker pace. “Finally big enough to spook trespassers!”

[hemlockestone]

Abs held the mug under her nose, half hiding, half sniffing.

“I don’t know how you can be comfortable with one of those things on your property.. I can barely handle having that baby Roan Vel brought home.”

She puts down the mug and pulls a pillow into her lap, picking at the edges. “What’s going on with you and Bird anyway? I thought you hated him.”

[hemlockestone]

my child

[moretrashyrpmemes]

My muse has been acting strange, send one for you muse to...

℟ - Hug my muse from behind without saying a word

℠ - Slam my muse against a wall after my muse has been avoiding your muse to ask them what’s going on

⅋ - Bring my muse hot chocolate and a warm blanket

⅌ - Drop a kitten on my muses lap!

⅍  - Go up to my muse and just snuggle them

ⅎ  - Kiss my muse and hug them, telling them “I am always here if you need me”

⅏ - Take my muse out for a walk in a peaceful area

⁰ - Taking my muse out to do one of their favorite activities 

⇧ - Bury my muse in blankets and turn on their favorite show

[prfoundlysuperengineer]

Huh. Why not?! :D

[hemlockestone]

Updating Abs’ ref to show her hand, or, lack-there-of.

[hemlockestone]

My baby isn’t doing so hot.

[hemlockestone]

“Nexus eats the weak and spits out the remains.”

[nexus-bound-deactivated20170219]

Abs scuffles with the scanbot, pressing the record button.

“Well.. My absence was unplanned.. Sorry about that. C.O.G.S invited me on temporarily to help work on Primal Life research in the Biodomes! So that was pretty sweet. They don’t have a stylist on payroll.. So I may have come back to Nexus with some extra inches.. Anyone wanna help with this?”