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indie fandomless alien oc written by crow.

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okay holy shit it’s been 500 years since I have been here.

You can find me on @orriian.

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Hello, yes, I am here.

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sotiiras:

Cold hands and a cold heart

@starohild

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asura-the-black:

Why was he being open with it? Seemed strange, but how often was he longing to just to say anything at all? He, of course wasn’t aware of their shared fate but still felt some understanding with the alien. His longing for destruction seemed to have died down since the conversation began. Like the creature didn’t want even his own instincts disturbing this chance.

“I see,” he replied. Nodding as well. “Admittedly I’ve experienced that too. But it wasn’t enough to dismiss my hatred for them.” Or maybe that’s just the fault of his species, their nature. 

    "Even more so I find them dangerous.“

A large hand reaches over to awkwardly pat the other on the shoulder before returning to its place on her lap. She can understand the instinct not to trust humans, especially of how much wrong they have done as a species. In the end, they are no different from her own kind. A sad realization. 

“All creatures share the same fate,” she merely states, eyes staring off to the distance in thought. 

“An individual can show kindness, but many can show the true nature of their species.” Now she’s just thinking aloud.

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asura-the-black:

Why was he being open with it? Seemed strange, but how often was he longing to just to say anything at all? He, of course wasn’t aware of their shared fate but still felt some understanding with the alien. His longing for destruction seemed to have died down since the conversation began. Like the creature didn’t want even his own instincts disturbing this chance.

“I see,” he replied. Nodding as well. “Admittedly I’ve experienced that too. But it wasn’t enough to dismiss my hatred for them.” Or maybe that’s just the fault of his species, their nature. 

    "Even more so I find them dangerous.“

A large hand reaches over to awkwardly pat the other on the shoulder before returning to its place on her lap. She can understand the instinct not to trust humans, especially of how much wrong they have done as a species. In the end, they are no different from her own kind. A sad realization. 

“All creatures share the same fate,” she merely states, eyes staring off to the distance in thought. 

“An individual can show kindness, but many can show the true nature of their species.” Now she’s just thinking aloud.

[ialoris]

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Have a slightly better ref for Alma.

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I'm so sorry for not being here recently. I have been very busy with school.

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an art trade with @demsketchy got me this beautiful piece. you guys should really check out her work–an absolutely amazing artist.

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[asura-the-black-deactivated2021]

He turns, a soft smile greets Alma’s curious nature. He probably should have kept quiet but why not? It’s not like he had anything to lose anymore. Still, it was nice that he seemed to have intrigued the alien.

“Yes. I was made, used as a tool for them.” How old was the demon now? He’s experienced so much darkness. “Aha. They are well known for that. And the depths they’ll sink to in order to survive… I’m a victim of that.” The creature turns away once more, scarlet eyes gazing into the distance.

    “Why don’t you hold a grudge? You fought them. Don’t you think they’re awful creatures?” 

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She’s curious as to how exactly he had been made into a tool, but she keeps that herself and only nods in response. It seems the two of them shared similar fates, whether it by strangers or those who were thought to be family. Eyes hidden by locks of white lower at the memory of her own father urging her down the dark hallway. The last time she saw day before her eventual freedom. It all seems to be a dream now.

Cybernetics flick back to attention when he speaks up again. A small tilt of the head at such a loaded question--did she actually despise humans? It’s difficult to tell, honestly. 

Alma didn’t understand the need to hate the species altogether since she was only order to fight them.

“I don’t have a reason to. No, I don’t think. I’ve witnessed them being kind creatures.”

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He had been trapped for a long time. Either the humans stopped using him, or he was lost. The creature could scarcely recall how he was freed. He didn’t care to remember; it didn’t matter. He was free, finally. And his objective was to seek out revenge…

    … Until he encountered Alma.

Mass destruction can wait. Having someone to talk to after being alone for many years was more important. Brows furrowed together as he thought back on his imprisonment. “That makes one of us.”

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The statement is rather...curious if she would admit. More curious for the context of it. She watches the demon carefully from under pale bangs before leaning over her knees to appear interest. It’s rare that individuals such as him to catch her interest like this, but it probably won’t last long.

“What do you mean? Have you experienced war? Fought among your own kin?” Alma asks without much thought or filter to her words. “I believe you humans are rather well known for fighting among your own.”

[deutschmechaniker]

“Not from- you look like you would be, but okay.” He’s not going to question her, because he fears that she could eat him if she wanted to, and he’d rather not be a bird-alien snack, thanks. She’s so calm and slow, though, that that fear subsides, and he becomes more friendly, especially as she offers out some form of currency. It doesn’t look like the Stater tabs he’s used to, but they’ll work.

“That’s…that’s my girlfriend. She’s a cyborg, and she really doesn’t like it when people come in unannounced and spook me, but that’s all right, you don’t look all that mean. Your ship? I-I’m a roboticist, not a mechanic, and Emma’s a mechanic, but she works on cars and not ships, but I’ll see what I can do. Is it outside, or…?”

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She draws back in her stance, clenching onto the bag of coin that is only enough to do the repairs she needs. There will be no “ifs” in this case. Alma gazes down at the now calmer being as she takes a step back to the entrance of the little shop. It’s the only one she was able to come across after two hours of searching. Not to mention the station is fairly small. She also couldn’t risk the location of her ship due to the bounty on her head. 

“Ah, I’m afraid I can’t share that unless I knew for sure you were capable of fixing it,” she dodges quickly. “They’re minor, but I would prefer an actual professional looking at them.”

Was that rude? She hopes not, seeing that her socializing skills have improved over the months. 

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   Guard she should. Hunting beasts, monstrosities that cannot be seen by an unlucky few, it’s a curse.       They’re both curses, nothing but follow them around.

   A small flourish of hand signals are written into the air in front of the unarmored female, and her companion turns his head at the sound of her hands at work. Ponytail twists against his neck, and eyebrows arch. “What, concerned again? After that deal fell through with that councilman, we gotta make back what we’ve expended. It’s a big job, En.”       || But we were wrong on the last job. || And it’s her righteousness in getting them away from turning that poor kid, in feeling like she'd won when she struck that deal with his friends… he snaps at her for it.    "You freaked on the last job. You've never freaked on a job.“ Jenvil regrets it as soon as he says it, his sunken features sagging when he watches her hurt bleed into her face. He couldn’t see her eyes, he wouldn’t be able to meet them anyway, even if they weren't cursed. “Look, En, we need the cash. Stores are running low, and this sector ain’t big on the monster huntin’. We do this job, and we get the money. That's it. It’s how we've always done it, that’s how it’s gonna be.”

   Enolai’s hands are stilled by now, thoughts pinned on the remembrance of the incident with her psionics, shame giving weight to her limbs. It’s not every day that they can be shaken so much, certainly a rare occurrence when things get so out of control. There had to be restraint with how she takes action now, and she has to push through hesitation.

   But she can’t hesitate this time. They have to take this one, they have to take her back. Whether it is right or wrong, it doesn’t matter. They’re outsiders. Not their business.       But they are being interlopers.

   They’ve been in the pursuit for a while now, and while Enolai would rather close this in quickly, Jenvil’s been surprisingly patient with this one. He’s been careful, not that it’s strange… but with The Purveyor’s sense of urgency, The Partisan figured he’d jump into this head first.       But while they close in on where the believe the target is located, Enolai’s hand clutches the hilt of her blade and feels that there’s a crucial detail her partner has kept from her.

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Her frame stills as her mind, cybernetics and all, focus on hacking into the simple security of the station’s network. Light threads of data streaming from the tips of her talons as she gains access to any cameras in the area. She remains there, statue-like, until she finds what she needs--a visual of the two bounty hunters. Two individuals who seem to be rather difficult for her to get rid of no matter how she tries to make them lose her trail. 

Last time was a bit more successful, seeing that she didn’t come across them for a good two months. Large ears fan out as she cuts her connection from the system and proceeds to make her way in the opposite direction. The alien hopes to lose their trail for good this time around, or otherwise, she may have to take matters into her own hands.

Large talons click quietly against grated panels as cybernetics calmly glaze over any possible escape routes. Of course, it appears her options are rather thin and leaving her with little room. How bothersome.

[deutschmechaniker]

Rummaging in the closet, when Tyler hears a voice, a fluffy mop of chestnut hair pokes out, and at first, he’s startled. “Was?! Ah- I…didn’t see you or hear you come in. You’re lucky Emma’s out running errands, she’d have a cow…”

Incidentally, Tyler’s “shop” is a single room, and a converted bedroom, at that, but it’s still advertised as the correct address, it’s simply that…well, he just has to improvise. “I was looking for stuff, but that’s fine-! Um, what do you need, exactly?” He looks scared of her, to be honest. She’s so big…

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Hooded eyes peer down at the humanoid curiously as she reaches under poncho for her credits to offer. It seems this small shop isn’t a typical store, so perhaps they will be less lenient to help her. However, the alien has come to learn that money usually can convince just about anyone. 

“I’m afraid I do not know this ‘Emma’ because you see I’m not from around here,” her dull voice responses slowly, careful in her wording. Alma is quick to note of the boy’s sudden fear on his face, perhaps it’s the height. Ah yes, that’ll do it for many. “I need to have my ship fixed. Can you do it?” 

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“Ah– You’re right.” That was indeed true. Though he was referring to species he now felt the need to keep that hidden. There was an urge  to perform tricks that no human could do– but there was no apparent need to prove his past claims currently.

“The battlefield?” He paused. Wondering if he should enquire further. Scarlet eyes scoped the area for a moment. This was his chance to learn more. “You’ve fought them, or with them?”

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The question is rather odd to the alien since she had figured it was common knowledge her species and the humans were at war with each other. Of course, Alma receives little news of it now due to her voyaging space at her leisure. She considers whether to or not share such information to the small creature.

What did it matter in the end? She isn’t part of the militant anymore. She adjusts her long legs to rest over the other, leaning back onto her hands as she relaxes. “Yes, the battlefield. It’s more against them, but I do not hold a grudge against them.”

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