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@torque-x
(Oh! Event, this will be interesting seeing as I have two options here. Either Torque and Chimera Squad have succeeded in taking out the crime lords and their factions and stuff and has become a lot more amiable, or she’s mid-war and pre-xcom, meaning she’s very dangerous and very hostile. Barely speaks any english as well.
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☾ She sighs.
❝ I suppose it would do me well to find something to bide my time with in this place… With what exactly, I’m unsure, ❞
“You and me both, lady. I don’t think my skill set is wide enough to find a job here that isn’t law enforcement.”
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“That’s completely reasonable, you know.” She replies, not sure if they were speaking in general or at her. “There’s things I miss at home that they don’t have here.”
☾ ❝ Unfortunately so. Even if things are very similar, it is still glaringly obvious how different something can be from your home or what you are more accustomed to, ❞
“Yeah. Like...I tell you, either the police have a much better grip on this place or people are much more well behaved. Back home, I was heavy duty police. The kind of person you call when the local stations can’t handle their business. And here? I haven’t seen anything like that. Kinda blows my mind. Oh- yeah that just kinda proves the point that everyone comes from different places, doesn’t it?”
She crosses her arms. Train of thought has left the station, it seems.
“Anyway. My name’s Torque. What’s yours?”
@torque-x
Since coming to this place Inkeri had come to expect to see some interesting things some of the residents were unlike anything she had seen in Eorzea or even Norvrandt. However, much like when she had ended up in Norvrandt she adjusted, quickly. There was no time to mope around she had much to accomplish still. Including finding a way home eventually.
Her current and most important issue she had needed solving though was a lack of food in her apartment. So she had made it a priority today to get proper food, preferably food she recognized. Most of the food she had finally acquired was different but seemed similar so hopefully she would like it. If not she was going to have to eat it anyway.
With her arms full of a few groceries she began her trek home and things were going smoothly. Until suddenly they weren’t. She stepped wrong on her left leg and in that moment crashed right into someone her groceries scattering everywhere. But of course, this is how things would end. Never a dull moment in her life.
"I-I’m s-so s-s-sorry,“ her stutter came out in full force as she glanced up at the other her eyes widening a little. This person reminded her of the Ananta with their serpentine appearance. However, this person didn’t have the soft faces the Ananta had and their scales were a beautiful light color.
"I’m n-not usually so clumsy that I fall into others. Are you okay?”
She’s been careful with her money, despite seeing so many nice shiny things to buy and so many places to burn it. Getting her nails done would be a priority if she didn’t have to worry about food and other basic needs first.
Today was the first day she felt like going out without wearing her gear. Just a shirt, a hoodie, and a medium sized backpack she’d purchased since she didn’t quite have pockets to store things in. Nothing fancy, yet. She’d have to get used to living like she did back home, even if she did have an eye for the fancier things.
Her train of thought is interrupted by someone so rudely crashing into her. Torque shakes her head, blinking. She seemed to naturally tower over this particular person. Forked tongue flickers out as she stares down at them, listening to them speak. “If you’re not usually this clumsy, then you must’ve meant to run into me then.” She hisses. She knows that’s definitely not the case but still, things like this pissed her off. Somethings off about them. They aren’t human. Humans didn’t have scales. They also certainly didn’t look like an ADVENT experiment.
Hm. Seems she’s staring too long. What, did they expect her to apologize?
“I’m fine, I’ve had worse. What about you?”
torque-x.
Hey, this one had a sense of humor! That’s a first. Dry humor, but hey, at least they weren’t immediately put off. Torque smirks, slowly circling around them as she continues to study them.
“Kinda self entitled, aren’t we?” She says, crossing her arms. “Besides, you haven’t given me anything I didn’t already know. You being the smartest thing ever created and my ass have the same thing in common- they don’t exist.” She snorts. “Y’know, I remember hearing ADVENT accidentally making a super smart A.I. Then XCOM blew it up and stole it, hah. Lotta good being smart does when you have nothing to back it up with. That’s why you gotta have brains and brawn, baby.” She flexes, kissing her bicep.
❝ cute . ❞
GLaDOS is unable to hold back the urge to roll her eyes , a scoff escaping her lips as her arm folds across her chest . even with insults thrown her way , the A.I’s smug smile never leaves her features . there was even less need for brawn when she had her darling , deadly neurotoxin .
❝ oh please . if it managed to be blown up & stolen , it probably wasn’t a very good A.I to begin with . plus , i’ve never even heard of this ‘ARDENT’ company . they ought to stick with their day job . ❞
“I mean, I used to work for ADVENT back when they took over the Earth. It was some wild stuff, I tell you. Wouldn’t believe how easy it was once we infiltrated their government.”
She leans back on her haunches. “Then they got lazy and humans reformed XCOM and ruined everything and took Earth back, and that’s when I got put in jail. God, worst day of my life. It wasn’t even the food or anything, just boring. They didn’t even give me anything to read. I mean, given, I had probably hunted down a small town’s worth of them by that point, but still.”
“Anyway, I work for XCOM now. Or did. I take it you worked for someone or something probably robot-based.”
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Crowded streets pissed her off. No wiggle-room, so to speak, and people generally did not mind the tail. As thick as the scales were, it still hurt like a son of a bitch if someone stepped on it, as someone just had. It’s like watching a jolt of electricity work up her spine as she whips around, hood extended in an aggressive manner.
“Watch it! I’m not a welcome mat!”
Mizi took a few stumbling steps back. The color drained from his face as he realized his mistake and caught a glimpse of the stranger he had pissed off. That was a snake– ..snake, person. Definitely a snake person. “S-sorry!” He stuttered a bit, comically sweating from the sudden encounter. “Are you okay? Should…should I do something, or??” What do you do in a situation like this? Apologize and move on seemed like the most viable option, but Mizi had a habit of second guessing himself.
Fucking humans. For all the good evolution did them, they sure as hell didn’t evolve better eyes for watching out for things.
“Well unless you’re going to un-step on my tail, there’s nothing you can do, you klutz.” Her upper lip twitches as she says this, forked tongue flicking out and in. She smooths her hood back like one might smooth their hair back. Deep breath. Director Kelly said to work on that anger issue.
“Sorry. Didn’t mean to yell.” There’s a very big exhale from her. “I’m fine. I just hate that feeling.”
torque-x:
At this point, she pauses, and so does the criminal.
“Dude. What the fuck version of police do you have at home?” She asks, making a disgusted face. Kill and destroy? What the hell? Just because she’s
“Yeah that’s…messed up, man.” Manages the currently constricted mugger, before being punched in the face again.
“And I’m not some wanna-be, you know, I’m the people you call when the police can’t handle the work, thank you very much. I take it you read a lot of comic books if you think I’m gunna ‘destroy any evidence of a criminal’ in the first place. Ever heard of trial in a court of law, Einstein? Maybe I thought you had more functioning brain cells in your obviously scrambled-egg brain.” Well, not every situation she was called to ended with everyone being arrested. Often times, there were more shoot outs and more casualties, but she was used to that.
“So either you’re going to call the police, or I’m going to call the police and have two suspects for them. One for petty theft, and one for assisting in the escape of a criminal.” She glares at him, forked tongue flicking in and out. Seems she meant business, at the very least. Fucking civilians, man. ‘I’m gunna be a shitfuck to the officer doing the right thing because it’s my right-’ she thinks to herself.
“You’re going to call them? Whatever happened to ‘HEY YOU! CALL THE COPS MY HANDS ARE UNNECESSARILY FULL!’ Either you can call them and you pulled me into this ridiculous drama because you crave attention, or you can’t and I can do as I please because your threats can’t hold water.”
Cocking his head aside curiously, he watched the two struggle. Ignoring all inquiries about police where he came from, simply settling back down on the bench with the newspaper. If she didn’t want confrontation, be it with other civilians or this criminal, she should’ve stayed out of it.
“In the future, might I advise you think your verbal tactics through a bit more before you start flicking your forked tongue?”
Holding back a chuckle, even, watching her struggle, he added,
“You can’t expect to gain any kind of leverage when you threaten a fish with drowning.”
He’s officially pissed her the fuck off. There’s a pretty gnarly hiss as she knocks the poor schmuck she’s been strangling unconscious with a punch in the nose, letting him drop as she uncurls herself from around him.
She looms over this particular motherfucker, hood unfurled, casting an aggressive shadow over him. She cracks her knuckles, body tense. “Was never one for words anyway.” She hisses, all senses heightened. She’s about to go ballistic on him.
“In case you’re too dense to read between the lines, I said I was going to call the cops and take both of you in. How am I supposed to call the cops when my hands are full? When there’s two nice, unconscious and very cooperative suspects that aren’t resisting anymore.” She says, tongue flicking out to sample the air. “You got me?”
☾ ❝ … In a way, I sort of miss the constant rain… Though, that’s more so myself longing for something similar to my home more than anything, ❞
“That’s completely reasonable, you know.” She replies, not sure if they were speaking in general or at her. “There’s things I miss at home that they don’t have here.”
torque-x:
beheathen:
Well. This was escalating rather quickly. Herbert had been minding his own business, peoplewatching, but he wasn’t going to admit as much, when the whole debacle went down. Yet he did not move an inch as it happened. What was he, in all his five foot four glory, against an attacker at least double his size?
He had been further minding his own business when the SNAKE came out of nowhere, peeking over his newspaper, to attack the attacker. Seems he was only at the beginning of the odd things he’d see here.
Great. He had been AVOIDING getting roped into this mess.
“It is also rather ‘not nice’ to command innocent bystanders to do your bidding.”
“You have more than one hand. And a TAIL, as it seems. Call them yourself.”
“You gunna waste time running that big ass mouth or are you gunna be a good citizen and help me out?” She says, before turning back to snarl at this particular criminal.
If she were as strong as she was back home, she could easily hold them in place and weasel a hand into one of the pouches on her belt to grab her phone, but given the fact they stripped most of her superhuman qualities away from her, she was left with the strength of about a Viper in training.
“I mean I could just kill him and give her the bag back but normally where I’m from, people are- go to sleep-” She hisses, punching the squirming mugger in the face. “-people are willing to help the police, you know?” She’s wearing her tactical gear, Chimera Squad badge dangling from her belt, but here, XCOM had no authority so it didn’t mean much.
“You assume my character, serpent, that I’d hold any obligation to this city I’ve spent one week in to stop a crime between two people I don’t know, and of which each one’s part in the crime is.”
He’s crossing his hands now, staring defiantly back. What does she want him to do, run to the closest diner and make a call, running all the way back? Surely she would have killed the man by that point. Not that she didn’t look capable, in all her armored glory. Didn’t giant snakes eat people? She could easily get rid of him.
“Further, would it not suit your purposes as a wanna-be police officer yourself to simply kill and destroy any evidence of a criminal in the first place? One less threat in the world, making Radiale a better place, whatever helps you sleep at night? Because, further than that, I am invoking my right to stay the hell out of any business you may have with said criminal.”
He wasn’t going to ask, but it would behoove the BOTH of them if she happened to kill the man with blunt force trauma; her with one less criminal out ruining the city, and he with a fresh test subject.
At this point, she pauses, and so does the criminal.
“Dude. What the fuck version of police do you have at home?” She asks, making a disgusted face. Kill and destroy? What the hell? Just because she’s
“Yeah that’s...messed up, man.” Manages the currently constricted mugger, before being punched in the face again.
“And I’m not some wanna-be, you know, I’m the people you call when the police can’t handle the work, thank you very much. I take it you read a lot of comic books if you think I’m gunna ‘destroy any evidence of a criminal’ in the first place. Ever heard of trial in a court of law, Einstein? Maybe I thought you had more functioning brain cells in your obviously scrambled-egg brain.” Well, not every situation she was called to ended with everyone being arrested. Often times, there were more shoot outs and more casualties, but she was used to that.
“So either you’re going to call the police, or I’m going to call the police and have two suspects for them. One for petty theft, and one for assisting in the escape of a criminal.” She glares at him, forked tongue flicking in and out. Seems she meant business, at the very least. Fucking civilians, man. ‘I’m gunna be a shitfuck to the officer doing the right thing because it’s my right-’ she thinks to herself.
She’s minding her own business, slithering down the street, when there’s a call for help. Immediately her head snaps around, looking behind her and observing a theft. Some no good street thug was making off with that lady’s bag! Son of a bitch- criminals were bold these days.
She sets about slithering in that direction, finding her speed less than satisfactory. Had she put on a few pounds, or was it thanks to those meddling captors? Probably the latter. Regardless, she’s still as fast as a sprinting human with endurance to boot, so she catches up with the mugger in no time.
Wasting no time, she ducks in front of him, slithering around him and wrapping him up with her big tail, before squeezing him hard.
“Not nice to take things that aren’t yours, pal.” She says, tongue flickering out as she holds him tight. Glancing over at an onlooker, she points at them. “Hey you, call the police. I ain’t got the authority to make arrests here.”
Well. This was escalating rather quickly. Herbert had been minding his own business, peoplewatching, but he wasn’t going to admit as much, when the whole debacle went down. Yet he did not move an inch as it happened. What was he, in all his five foot four glory, against an attacker at least double his size?
He had been further minding his own business when the SNAKE came out of nowhere, peeking over his newspaper, to attack the attacker. Seems he was only at the beginning of the odd things he’d see here.
Great. He had been AVOIDING getting roped into this mess.
“It is also rather ‘not nice’ to command innocent bystanders to do your bidding.”
“You have more than one hand. And a TAIL, as it seems. Call them yourself.”
“You gunna waste time running that big ass mouth or are you gunna be a good citizen and help me out?” She says, before turning back to snarl at this particular criminal.
If she were as strong as she was back home, she could easily hold them in place and weasel a hand into one of the pouches on her belt to grab her phone, but given the fact they stripped most of her superhuman qualities away from her, she was left with the strength of about a Viper in training.
“I mean I could just kill him and give her the bag back but normally where I’m from, people are- go to sleep-” She hisses, punching the squirming mugger in the face. “-people are willing to help the police, you know?” She’s wearing her tactical gear, Chimera Squad badge dangling from her belt, but here, XCOM had no authority so it didn’t mean much.
She’s minding her own business, slithering down the street, when there’s a call for help. Immediately her head snaps around, looking behind her and observing a theft. Some no good street thug was making off with that lady’s bag! Son of a bitch- criminals were bold these days.
She sets about slithering in that direction, finding her speed less than satisfactory. Had she put on a few pounds, or was it thanks to those meddling captors? Probably the latter. Regardless, she’s still as fast as a sprinting human with endurance to boot, so she catches up with the mugger in no time.
Wasting no time, she ducks in front of him, slithering around him and wrapping him up with her big tail, before squeezing him hard.
“Not nice to take things that aren’t yours, pal.” She says, tongue flickering out as she holds him tight. Glancing over at an onlooker, she points at them. “Hey you, call the police. I ain’t got the authority to make arrests here.”
torque-x:
“Listen, with the amount of venom I normally yack at people, there needs to be somewhere to keep all of it. Conveniently, humans have nice, venom-storage sized things on their chest. So I guess they copied it and stuck them on us. Course, they get bigger when I make more venom, so…”
Man, people really did come from all walks of life here.
“I suppose that maketh sense, if thou wert made to hunt human-sized prey. One would need far more venom than could be stored in the head.”
The idea of breeding sapient beings as hunting tools or weapons sits very, very wrong with the god.
“Uh… well, thou learnest something new every day, I suppose…”
“If you think that’s nuts, you should see some of the other things my ex-bosses came up with. Anything to take over Earth, I guess.” She shrugs. Despite her rather sharp and aggressive demeanor, she did actually enjoy teaching other people about Viper biology. Huh, maybe those XCOM human-sensitivity training classes actually taught her something.
“Vipers are by far the most versatile breed of us snake people. I’m an Arctic Viper, meaning that unlike most snakes, I produce a base level of body heat enough to keep me alert in very cold temperatures, as well as absorbing heat from my surroundings. I can also sense body heat just a bit better than other Vipers. Cobras are the bigger, more cybernetically enhanced versions of us, and Adders have been bred with special Psionic capabilities.”
torque-x:
She crosses her arms.
“Gunna give you the short version of it. I’m what they call a Viper. I was bred to hunt and kill humans. There are Cobras and Adders as well, but they don’t matter cause we ALL have boobs. I’m not joking here. That’s where I’d be storing my venom if I had any. They took that away from me, so I’m as flat as a washboard.”
“So someone bred thee to store venom, which is normally stored in a snake’s specialized glands in the head, in thy…”
“You know what… Never mind. I should not be surprised biology is different elsewhere or even changeable by mortals. Yesterday, I saw a dog with a television screen for a head.”
“Listen, with the amount of venom I normally yack at people, there needs to be somewhere to keep all of it. Conveniently, humans have nice, venom-storage sized things on their chest. So I guess they copied it and stuck them on us. Course, they get bigger when I make more venom, so...”
Man, people really did come from all walks of life here.
She sighs, shaking her head.
“How hard is it to understand that some snakes have boobs? God you’re all dense.”
“How could mine understanding of biology be so incorrect?! Torque?!”
She crosses her arms.
“Gunna give you the short version of it. I’m what they call a Viper. I was bred to hunt and kill humans. There are Cobras and Adders as well, but they don’t matter cause we ALL have boobs. I’m not joking here. That’s where I’d be storing my venom if I had any. They took that away from me, so I’m as flat as a washboard.”
She sighs, shaking her head.
“How hard is it to understand that some snakes have boobs? God you’re all dense.”
