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Radius || Open - megs - 12-01-2014
<img style="avatar" src="http://i.imgur.com/llHPSai.png" style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;]Aslan's cigarette was gone, as was her drink and her previous company. That wouldn't do at all. Tossing crimson locks over her shoulder, with a shake of her head, she gestured to the bartender for another drink. Pulling the cigarettes and lighter out of her pocket again, she retrieved one and lit it up. Leaning her elbows against the bar, smoke trailed from the stick between her fingers and her lips as she awaited another cranberry martini. She had honestly lost track of her consumption by now. Even though she felt fine, she should probably draw the line, looking down at her watch revealed there was six hours until her next show.
This refill came with company. Yellow eyes turned to meet a glowing gaze hidden behind sunglasses. A bit silly indoors at night, but intriguing enough that the magician smiled. "A fan of my ass, maybe," she comments over the cigarette, it bobbed precariously against her bottom lip. She plucked the stick from her mouth and blew smoke away from the purple-haired female. "He didn't even see the show."
She crossed one leg over the other, practically glowing from the compliments. "It's been the same secret for hundreds of years," she leaned closer to the other woman, smirk playing across her features. One would expect the same drama of 'a magician never reveals her secrets,' but she didn't say that this time. "Success begins with buying a drink for the prettiest woman at the bar. So, in that case: could I buy you drink?"
Radius || Open - vagrant - 12-01-2014
<quote timestamp="1416316642" source="/post/1684/thread" author="@danixiewrites]Voltaire was immediately distracted by the chassis, picking his way over to it and flipping open the maintenance port on the lower back, then jacking in with a P2P cable.
Well. This would do.
> You always look a little naked in anything except a superjacket, so yes, I suppose that is now your styling. Give me a moment to track the source just in case - done. I looped the trackers to the catsuits. Presumably those don't set your dilettante heart aflutter, but hey, I remember the zippers. I won't judge you by your fetishes.
The new chassis was a police-issued AJAX model, designed as a protective fortress for sensitive witnesses or vulnerable principals. It's not the equal of his custom frame - he seriously doubts any engineering firm in the galaxy has the hardware to replicate that feat of engineering - but barring Nietzche's delivery, it's definitely the best he's going to get. He folds the underwhelming model into the top half of a back-corner locker, and then transfers over into the discarded chassis.
Servos ramp online with a warning hiss, and half a dozen alarms attempt to connect to different servers simultaneously at the unauthorized startup - Voltaire crushes them all as the bulk of his processing transfers into the Realta Nua core within the AJAX, coolant churning to life as several petabytes of subroutines are installed in milliseconds. The internal fans whine as they disperse the circuit heat, and the black chassis steams lightly as Voltaire glances over his new form.
It stands a little under two meters tall, far larger than any mainframe he's used to date, and bulkier in the limbs and abdomen as well; it's a beast of a machine, no doubt. The integrated shockline rifle in his right manipulator - a weapon designed to blow through personnel with a cavitic particle burst - is a reminder that this is a military model, another distinct difference. He's never piloted a machine expressly meant to kill before.
> This will take some getting used to, but at least it's better than that toaster I was driving before.
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Radius || Open - Kat - 12-02-2014
[/img]"http://i.imgur.com/FYpuFlo.png" style="avatar" style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;]His lack of a response was considered partial irritation, though simultaneously a relief, considering how little Dax wanted to be seen in her skimpy robe and four inch heels as they made their way out of the club. Conveniently, neither had much to say for the extent of their journey, which meant things were quick and efficient while their party navigated the semi-crowded streets. Her building was a looming monolith of glass and light just like the rest of Osiris and the Lepi didn't pause to beckon him forward as she was comfortable that he could be trusted to continue to follow. Taet confused Dax, and while intrigued, she didn't understand how to breach whatever barrier was between them in terms of cultural differences. Were their lives not permanently fused? Having never been in this sort of situation, the Lepi was desperate for answers, but had no one knowledgeable to ask, and it weighed heavily on her thoughts for much of their trip.
The pair funneled within the embrace of the cylindrical elevator shaft and rode the motorized transit to the topmost section of the economy apartments. It was a sparse, bare sort of set up in the halls, with a diluted swatch of color, missing details evident as they closed gaps through the long passageways to come to her doorway. A retinal scan ran vertically over the woman's crimson orbs, afterwards releasing the lock with a faint click in tandem with the door sliding open to reveal the contents of her apartment. Dax pretended not to notice any reactions she may have received on account of the decor, but she was always half interested in what others had to say in regards to her personal life. Since so few knew where, and more importantly how, she lived, the Lepi felt obligated to receive what little criticism was available.
The massive living room area was practically bare, save for a sofa and matching love seat with a rectangle coffee table separating them. A caged rabbit was housed on the far right near the expanse of windows, and it stared vacantly at Dax and Taet with docile chocolate hues. The left side was her kitchen, which had no wall between it and the salon, making the den radius seem that much bigger, and in such, emptier. The most noticeable detail to all this was how pristine everything seemed, meaning it was either new and unblemished, or incredibly well taken care of. The furniture, the actual walls and floors; even the bunny looked immaculate.
"I don't spend a lot of time home, so I don't have much in the way of entertainment..." Dax commented offhandedly, though she could bring up a visual display if he wanted to surf the web. Passively, the Lepi backed inwards so he could move around the apartment, her maroon gaze bouncing over various locations in assessment. "Do you think this will work for you?"
Radius || Open - bear - 12-02-2014
Taet followed her in silence, true, but he did pay attention to her. The way she moved. The body language, or what he could pick up of it. She seemed a little rushed to him, perhaps out of anxiety, perhaps because she was nigh-nude beneath the somewhat uncomfortably not-there robe that she was using to cover herself. Whatever the case, the android followed quickly, keeping pace much more easily on the longer legs he'd been afforded.
When they arrived at her place, the first thing he noticed was the cleanliness. The apartment was immaculate, and Taet had a silent moment of awe and frustration. There wasn't anything to do immediately. It almost made him want to make a mess just to clean it up, but he resisted the urge, instead, simply walking in after her and shutting the door behind him. She spoke, and he glanced her way, green lenses taking in her expression as she formed the words and softening somewhat through a manipulation of replica muscles in and around the eye.
"Of course. Uh, if I had anything to complain about, it would be how clean you keep it."
He'd made his way over to the kitchen area, where he ran a ceramic-plated finger over the surface of the kitchen counter. There was hardly any dust, even. Taet raised his head again and looked at Dax, small smile on his face. This woman had done so much for him, despite the oddity of his situation, the ease with which she could have simply turned him over, and the stress which he had almost certainly put her under. He owed her so much, and though he knew one part of that feeling was simply his programming demanding his serve his master, there was a part of him which he thought felt genuine debt to this woman.
A debt which he'd repay somehow. But for now, Taet made his way to the couch and sat down, testing it a bit before relaxing into it a bit and letting his head rest against the cushion.
"So, what do you usually do after work?"
Smalltalk is hard.
Radius || Open - danixiewrites - 12-03-2014
<quote source="/post/2903/thread" timestamp="1417465761" author="@vagrant][/quote]
Sascha wiggled her toes, a little overheated but at least now snug and protected from bits of sprayed glass. Once the tracker was rerouted, she felt pretty pleased with herself. It wasn't a disguise, by any means, but with the powerful groups they were up against, disguises had already proven rather useless. No, what she needed was something that made her feel a little stronger and stand a little taller just in the wearing, and would keep her safe enough for a short term escapade that Voltaire wouldn't have to be constantly worrying.
>>Where would I put all my ciphers in one of those? I doubt you want to sit here for an hour while I shift things between entire outfits. Unless you're into that. Quick, secure the room, we'll have a real fashion show this time!
She smirked, then decided if she really didn't want him to worry, she'd be well-served by checking out what they had by way of headgear. He wasn't ready yet, so she continued past the vent and onto the other side of the room, poked around the surplus shelves.
>>Motorcycle chic, or something a bit more experimental?
She absently tapped the question while examining a black headband that seemed oddly solid--when she bumped into its predominately transparent, domed sides. It wouldn't be immediately evident she had protection, wouldn't block her peripherals, wouldn't interfere with a soft plug into a server's systems. So long as being discreet was all it did. Sascha swept her wristband over it, didn't spot a signal on anything on the shelves. Suspecting now it had been unique to the woman she'd taken the jacket from or perhaps to individuals assigned equipment within the facility, she didn't question the boon, and lifted it off the rack. Tucking it under her arm, she turned.
Drek!
An eyeful of one huge, now-standing android later, she'd dived behind the nearest set of lockers. Wincing as every bruise and cut reminded her of its presence, Sascha frantically punched a warning into her wristcomp.
>>Company!
Green text flashed at her wrist simultaneously and she stared at it before remembering how to breathe. She peered around the corner of the lockers and stared up at the militarian unit who wasn't actually aiming anything at her at all.
"Cards, V! A little warning next time," she muttered between short gasps of air, groping around for the curved edge of the helmet she'd sent flying instead of securing to her head. Standing, she strolled up beside him, then around him, and finally looked up almost a foot to study his new facade.
>>Comfy? :3 You scared the pants off me, V.
>>...Are you even gonna be able to fit back in the vent?
Radius || Open - Kat - 12-05-2014
[/img]"http://i.imgur.com/FYpuFlo.png" style="avatar" style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;]Dax had long ago learned to be something of an eccedentesiast, so her lips gave way for the smile her eyes didn't agree with. "Sorry, I guess. It's what I do when I have free time." Maroon hues searched the apartment front, scanning the various locations he lingered over before he plopped down on the sofa. Moving inwards to take a seat opposite him, there was a coffee table between the loveseat and where Taet had settled, but it was bare of any interesting subject matter. Two magazines were stacked neatly in the middle, both of which considered the typical Vogue-esque catalog with laminated pages depicting what the known universe considered high fashion. Mostly a sea of Rasmodian models and their faux happiness in expensive one piece jumpsuits, looking nothing like the lithe Lepi or her now similar in appearance synthetic.
His question earned a scoff, as if it was a whole new bag of bullshit to open, but she responded afterwards with a shrug. "What you see if what you get." Motioning towards the decor of her home, all that cleaning was impulsive and extensive, implying she did it regularly. "To keep myself from feeling cooped up, I keep busy. I can't really afford to spend time in the city. I've been saving as much as I can for... Well, for a long time." another shrug and she was back to standing, off to her kitchen where a massive set of mechanical arms busied themselves uncorking a bottle of wine. "Do you drink wine?" The dancer didn't wait for his answer to grab a second wine glass for the robotic appendages to pour, and when both were ready, she returned to where she had began. The glass was slid his way across the coffee table.
"I do a lot of cardio and I clean house. That's pretty pathetic, right?" Hers was a dry laugh that came after taking a long swallow of the red, which was more of a dinner wine than a casual one, but she wasn't picky. Hopefully Taet wasn't either.
Radius || Open - Kat - 12-05-2014
[/img]"http://i.imgur.com/Ur4KPiT.png" style="avatar" style="max-width:25%;float:right;margin:0 0 18px 18px;]Trying not to chuckle, the mauve topped Fae nodded slowly. "Yeah, I'm sure it's got it's own fan club."
Taiga found herself looking towards both ends of the bar with a slow swivel of her head, and upon seeing no one else present, found the compliment amusing. Still, she didn't call the performer on the fact, and gave an embellished beam of her pearly whites. "Me? Well, I'll certainly take you up on the offer." Sitting with her legs spread in her denims, she looked rougher than she meant to, but it was a persona she had wore for years. Hard to shake the person you played in public; Aslan probably knew this as well as anyone. Taiga never wanted to be be in the limelight, but she had gone through enough hoops and hurdles to acknowledge she deserved a place there. Who else had her story? With a track record like the past two hundred years or so, the Fae was just thankful this incarnation wasn't a professional bounty hunter, or anything else impossibly difficult to track down.
"I don't mind a bit of mystery, so I won't pry. Probably wouldn't understand the basics, let alone the big picture." The robotic bartender was on it's toes this evening, and presented Taiga with whatever Aslan was drinking, even though she hadn't officially made the order. Not that taiga could actually taste the liquor at this point; her senses were a bit skewed with age. "But you enjoy the work I take it? Seems busy." Taiga settled her gaze through the shades on her companion, taking in the fiery locks and full lips with an appreciative steadiness. "How long have you been on colony?"
Radius || Open - Kat - 12-05-2014
[/img]"http://i.imgur.com/0tavgs9.png" style="avatar" style="max-width:25%;float:right;margin:0 0 18px 18px;]Idly, Reyr used one hand to brush back unruly orange tresses, her friend's gaze heavy with abnormally large eyes remaining precariously close. Only when Nova flopped to the side and settled next to the Martian on the bed did Reyr do her best to wake up, which was a groggy, half attempt at lucidity. 'You drive a hard bargain..." Wiping her mouth and stifling a broad yawn, the bartender weighed her options and debated pressing her luck with denying the outing, but it wasn't in her nature to blow off the dancer, and an honest meal would do her some good. Muscles ached from the evening prior, but Reyr did her best to ignore the pain and rise to a sitting position, now looking to where Nova lay. "Okay, deal. You can treat me to some social lubrication and I'll dish the beef." Stunned by her wording, Reyr had to practically gag herself to stop from laughing, but the attempt made the whole thing worse, and soon she was cackling over something her friend didn't know.
Managing to wrangle her senses back into place, the Martian gave a solid nod and lifted herself from the sheets, still clothed as she had been the night before. "Lemme shower real quick." Dancing away, Reyr spent the next several minutes scrubbing free the liquor scent, as well as covering the bites and scratches with concealer. When she returned in her undies, she didn't give it a second thought, instead directing her attention to finding something Nova would consider 'presentable', as her usual shorts and tank top combo wasn't going to cut it. It took a few more minutes, but when she seemed to have satisfied the dancer, she was ready with a wild shake of her drying locks.
"Alright, doll, let's get out of here before Mitzi wakes up."
Radius || Open - bear - 12-06-2014
Complaining about the wine was probably not something Taet would have even considered doing, despite his detailed understanding of wine selections. Still, this was not really his home. It was hers, and if she wanted to have a dinner wine, she would get a dinner wine. He would enjoy her selection nevertheless. Taet accepted the glass with a smile, feeling substantially guilty over not only making something of a fool of himself over what had been intended as a simple joke. He felt like he owed her even more now, despite the nagging knowledge that his feeling was simply a product of his programming. Taet took a sip of the wine, letting it sit a moment in his mouth before swallowing, so that he could get a feel for the taste. He was, by no means, much of a wine connoisseur, but he did know some things that would help him be a butler, provided his owner wanted that from him.
"Pathetic? Nah. You do what you need to do. Sometimes, home is just where you can get away from the strain of work, I guess."
The corner of his mouth curled up in a smirk.
"Not like I'd know too much about that, yet, though, right? I just... I get these urges and thoughts. Words in my head. I know they aren't mine. It's just programming from Coan, but they still hit me, and I feel them just like everything else. Sometimes it's some comforting words. Sometimes it's a feeling of deep debt. I... if I could get rid of them, I'd be that extra step closer to being free of Coan."
He sighed softly, and quickly swallowed the rest of his glass.
"But I don't want to burden you. Anything I can do to make my time here better for you?"
There he was again, searching for ways to make up for a debt he only partially felt he really owed. But Taet did feel good about helping her. And not just because she'd been designated as his owner in his head. Also because she was kind to him. She had done him a massive favor, and while he did owe her for that, he also trusted and cared for her. He wanted her to remain safe. Even if his reasons weren't entirely altruistic, the knowledge that there was some selfishness to it made him feel good. Like it wasn't just coding. Like it was really his.
Radius || Open - jazzhands - 12-08-2014
Vrimlud's eyes switched between the two twins as they spoke about the odd pair of Rasmodian twins that had been chained and suspecting him of attempting to poison them. That was an unfortunate assumption since they were low on his list of people to poison if given the opportunity and Vrimlud cast a thought to his former landlord. As the conversation topic shifted to asking for clarity, Vrimlud rubbed his forehead briefly in a combination of mild irritation and confusion due to feeling he had asked the twins something simple.
"Vrimlud knows what a God is. Bludkin do not choose to follow any sort of religion but some of Vrimlud's former clients would have very strict protocol in place to appease their supposed divine beings when making a donation or a transfer. Vrimlud was under the impression that a deity would be attached to mythology or holy scripture or celestial power or whatever magical criteria the god lovers want to hail as their evidence. Vrimlud doesn't see how he fits into that."
Vrimlud pauses and wonders whether that really got his point across and sighs before making sure to elaborate some more. "Vrimlud doesn't understand how he could be a god to you twins in a literal sense or any kind of other sense outside of teasing. And if Vrimlud is a genuine god in your eyes, what does that actually mean? Is there some sort of rituals or odd worship Vrimlud should expect?" Vrimlud lets his eyes display a brief moment of awkwardness as he runs a hand through his curly blond hair.
"Vrimlud has been worshipped as a Lord back home and in another form..." Thoughts emerge of a woman on all fours looking upwards begging. "...but never as a god. Vrimlud does not really know what he is supposed to do or what hypothetical godhood involves for you two and your culture. What does Vrimlud do in all of this?"
Radius || Open - megs - 12-08-2014
<img style="avatar" src="http://i.imgur.com/llHPSai.png" style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;]Aslan sipped her cocktail, while flicking ash into the tray at her right. She didn't try to keep a secret of observing the woman that had joined her. She could read a few things from her, with the help of the Goddess and her own trained mentalism, but as long as she wore the shades Aslan wouldn't be able to discern as much as she usually did.
A smile crimped the corners of her eyes, clearly pleased that the woman had taken her up on the offer. "It's better to not know," she beings between drags of her cigarette. "Because knowing will literally take all of the magic out of it, and you don't look like someone I want to disappoint." A flirtatious grin dominated her features as she swung around on her stool to face the bar and rub the smoldering bud out in the ashtray. "I love what I do," she admits, but found herself wondering why talking to this woman came so easily, why it felt so natural. "But, professionally, it is very time consuming. With traveling, and creating new tricks and putting on shows. Doesn't leave many hours in the day."
"I've only been on the colony for about a month. I don't live here." She pushed red strands over her shoulder, turning the glass that held her martini in slow circles with her fingertips. Her mouth, suddenly formed a silent 'o' as if she'd forgotten something. "How rude of me," she emphasizes the statement with a wave of her hand. "Clearly, you know me, but I should properly introduce myself. Aslan Brigid," she held out her hand for the Fae to do with as she pleased.
Radius || Open - megs - 12-08-2014
<img style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;" src="http://i.imgur.com/ShCSJDw.jpg" style="avatar] Nova sat up on her elbows as Reyr descended in her fit of laughter. She knew it would be easy enough to rouse the woman with the promise of food, but this what not at all what she was expecting. Tentacles slid over her shoulders, and Nova rose into a sitting position of her own. A concerned sort of confusion painted her features, as the redhead seemed to calm. "I find I am very interested to know what happened, now."
Reyr took off for the shower and Nova flopped back onto the bed once more. Blindly, she reached over the side of the bed to find her bag where she had dropped it. Pulling the leather pack onto her stomach she dug around for her phone. She had threatened to send Ixaaliot nonsense messages at all hours when she could manage it, and she was determined to keep her word. She settled for telling him a particularly hilarious story about how Onion had run into her sliding glass door that morning.
Reyr returned and Nova watched her from behind the screen of her phone. Even in her workout attire, the Calrathiion was unusually fashionable, so it came as no surprise that Reyr would dress to match. She didn't wait for a response from Ix, before tossing the device back in her bag and throwing her legs over the edge of the bed to stand. "Mitzi can have muffins," Nova states, quickly, but her voice had dropped a few notches because she didn't want to wake the room mate in question.
When they were out of the apartment building and hit the sidewalk, Nova slung her bag over her shoulder and pushed her sunglasses back over her eyes. "You wanna go anywhere in particular?"
Radius || Open - jazzhands - 12-08-2014
"...and that's why you should really wear a hologram. I'm not racist or anything, buddy. It's just odd to see a man that looks like a cow ya know? It's just more normal to look more human." Ingrico laughed a little to brush off the taxi driver's fifth attempt to explain his viewpoint on non-humans looking not human. It seemed crazy in this day and age to meet someone xenophobic generally...but especially on this colony. It was a multi-cultural haven for all species and this guy must have missed the advert. The Mootadorian knew he could get mad but yelling doesn't accomplish much. He was not far from home and his recording device had been set to record around the third lecture from the man.
Brown orbs lit up with excitement and Ingrico felt like a little kid hiding a secret as he spoke. "I know you're a diplomatic ambassador and all but I don't look like a cow. That's female and I'm a simple male like you!" Ingrico grinned and the taxi driver pulled into a private street of fancy mansions. "So...which one of these do you clean?" Ingrico laughed at the absurdity of the assumption and simply waited until they pulled up to the large dwelling at the end. Handing him the fare, the man bull climbed out of the back and smirked at the driver while pointing. "See that mansion there? That's the one I sometimes clean and cook at." "Oh, you cook a-"
"I mainly sleep and shit and pay bills there though."
Intentionally cutting off the man, Ingrico watched the man's face slowly dawn in realisation and leans into the front window. "Bingo! The wealthy and influential own homes here. I probably met the owner of your hovertaxi company at a fancy party. If not, I know plenty of important friends. I don't usually try to play the diva card but your registration number is 428371. Your boss is going to get a lovely review!" The driver raised his hands up defensively. "Mate! No need to get so dramatic! I was just trying to be polite! Plus...you have to prove it!"
Ingrico lets out a bigger grin and realises he is having too much fun acting like a cop nailing a suspect on Legislation & Control. "Well, you were so educational I figured I would record a few of your lessons. I can send a copy to your boss and put another online. That way, you can quit this taxi driver job and go into your true calling! You called me a cleaner before...guess I am just cleaning up the trash." Ingrico smiles again and walks away wishing he had shades to dramatically take off and opens the gates to his large mansion as the driver loses their cool and hurls swear words out like a machine gun loaded with expletives.
Purposefully happily waving bye, Ingrico heads indoors with a skip in his step and grins at the recording device in his hand that he kept around if inspiration hit for a song or if the boss man wanted some juicy info recorded for blackmail. The man bull had it on him last night in case he got anything exciting at Radius...he definitely got excitement. Heading into a giant living room space, the musician put the recording device safely down on a table and rested on the white couch. Part of him wanted to ring Reyr now but that felt too eager. Ingrico figures he will shower and change first and see what approach wins out first: the usual play it cool style or a strange feeling of impatience that the Mootadorian had not felt since he was a teenager.
Radius || Open - Kat - 12-09-2014
[/img]"http://i.imgur.com/FYpuFlo.png" style="avatar" style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;]Dax kept expecting him to stop, but he didn't. His intentions were good ones, but he was asking to fill a spot in her life, rather than create his own, and it made their conversation strained. The Lepi didn't know how to fit him into what she already had going for her, so she was crafting new avenues to explore, where Taet could be included without his concerns. He wasn't so much a burden as he was a change, and admittedly, change was difficult for Dax. The wine was slowly downed, barely savored, but it wasn't intended to be. Any means to ease the awkward transitions of their conversation was enough, and as she poured herself a second glass, it was apparent she had the intention to continue drinking until they were concluded for the night.
"You're not." Her voice was complacent, airy, and lacked any sense of authority to it. Even when she meant to be stern, it seemed impossible to manage. "I know your programming may lead you to believe you owe me, but you don't. You're not a problem." The wine bottle was pried from robotic arms to be carried back to the sofa, and settling down with it, she cast her gaze off to the mostly empty apartment. "I'm just trying to get used to everything... I mean, I started my shift thinking I would be working 'til dawn- Now look at us." Silently laughing, her smile was there to keep her features from wearing an empty stare. Maybe it was years of substance abuse that seemed to wear on her emotional integrity, but even most basic expressions took great effort, and it sometimes showed.
"I think we could find you something to do. Maybe work?" Working on the wine with slow practiced disregard, Dax turned to look at her companion and further examine what his appearance had become since their first moments together. "Is there anything you would like to do? Like cleaning, did you actually want to clean?" Her brow furrowed at the notion, but she continued with, "Or is it you feel like you should? You mention getting rid of the urges. Can they be removed?"
Radius || Open - bear - 12-12-2014
He latched onto the last words she spoke to him, clinging to them like driftwood on rough seas. The notion of getting rid of the internal urges toward owing her meant they could have a real relationship founded on trust and enjoyment, rather than his simply unrelenting need to reimburse her. Perhaps if he was lucky, there would be someone familiar with reprogramming AI nearby. Close enough to walk at the minimum, and perhaps close enough that they could make a simple house call. Taet was enamored with the idea and quietly stared at Dax, utterly ingrained in his thoughts for a very long moment before finally managing to speak again.
"Do you think we could? Get rid of the urges, I mean?"
There was a glint of hope to him. The way he leaned toward her, the way his hands rested on his knees, and the way his back curved softly inward in anticipation of her answer. His eyes rested on her face as Taet waited for her to respond, respiration still regular, due to his processes having little need of additional oxygen to carry out their duties. The very idea of being that much closer to free of his Coan origins was something so powerful to him... it almost gave him chills. He could feel the sensation of it, hiding on the very edge of his awareness as he sat there on her couch. But she had asked him other questions, too, hadn't she? Perhaps he should answer her.
"I'd be fine working. Really, I'm up for anything that I can call my own to an extent. Coan did a lot of things I'd like to forget, and I want to think that working for you would help me get rid of some of them. Did you have any ideas? Offers?"
Taet watched her again, green LEDs bright behind their clear lenses. His figure was hunched over in the chair, observant, and yet, still just a touch strained. His bone, if he'd had it, wasn't visible. It made his skin look weird as a result, though the knowledge that his body was composed of ceramic material and layers of metal may have accounted for that oddity. His clothes, as they were, weren't properly sized, but that only became clear here, while seated, as they stretched across him, struggling to contain his shape.