the subject is one twenty-five year old drell researcher with what can only be called a bad case of social ineptitude. currently living and working on the citadel. word-vomit tends to be an unfortunate consequence of interaction. easily flustered, endlessly curious, generally quite affectionate. has a particular interest in studying kepral’s syndrome.
The reports of my demise have been grossly exaggerated.
I finally found most of my art supplies after moving from a one bedroom apartment to a bedroom. I knew where they were, it was just the specifics that were lost to me.
Omni-tool is a tad darker that I had hoped.
Overall, very pleased with how Kona came out. Took a few liberties with the details of her “uniform”. Hope you don’t mind.
Coincidentally, I’m nearing another follower milestone. Another drawing giveaway or something different. I would love to hear from everyone.
OutOfUniform: That was, apparently, their expectation. I can only scratch my head in confusion as to why their master plan did not succeed, as it was executed flawlessly and with surgical precision.
… must be some deus ex machina, contrived, Catalyst-style nonsense.
Also, can I say I’m laughing very hard at your “GO AND NOT-MAKE A FEMSHEP YOURSELF!” command. It made me smile.
(( i aim to please. uvu
but no, really, i’ll always defend someone against anons with no logic other than the stupid ‘THIS MAKES ME, ONE PERSON, UNCOMFORTABLE SO YOU HAVE TO STOP’. sorry to seem like i’m bashing you anon-fais(es??), but you gotta have a taste of your own medicine. don’t tell someone to leave a community because ‘there’s too much of that character’. so what if there’s too much?
like i literally can’t think of any problems that could arise from having too much femsheps other than rabid shippers getting defensive and paranoid that their ‘canON CHARACTER SEXY ALIENs!!!’ will be taken. idk. don’t worry bb i’ll protect you (even though you don’t need it beCAUSE YOU ARE SO SASSY AND IT’S SO PERFECT ))
(( i knew i was forgetting people! sorry about that you guys ;v; you’re both first on the list! <333333 ))
(( okay i’m just going to leave this here
to do replies:
rogervillhaine
shepardthedefiant
mostlysobersoldier
brokengeth
sansaraniraj
drellvanguard
darlingmemory
evangelinefontaine
forthesoulofmyspecies
starters:
istillhavetheshotgun
karnpavana
kingsina ))
faustiansoul replied to your post: His eyes widen, and a smirk starts growing in his…
The blue drell found his arms crossed quickly and a large, deep frown on his lips. “Chip?” He sneered, baffled. “Pretty sure only I call her chip, buddy.”
“Wh— What are you both doing in my apartment—?”
It did not take much for her to wake, and by the second call her eyes were half open, though she was justifiably groggy. It did not to to have her woken. By the third, however, she was wide awake, and seeing the object of her (very confusing and very strange and very frightening) dream, she immediately threw her hands out with an alarmed shriek.
In trying to both push him away and make some distance between them, she fell off the bed and was consequentially looking mortified and barely able to splutter out a coherent sentence.
“Y— Y—? Karn—? I—? I—?”
tinman’s heart [943&kona]
“WEwewwwwe. eWVzIHdl. WwE ARe.” Was how the geth managed to start answering her. Normally, organics didn’t question its name so quickly. But then again, 943 wasn’t often talking to a drell. “OTtHER GetH ARe. Nnot AAall gETH. SOME PLaaTFORMS Arre refERRED TO by nnON-NUMERiCAL nNNAAames.”It was glad Kona had become calmer. Geth always (and with decent reasoning on organics life’s part) created a disturbance, distress. But once past that, the other races were always genuinely curious in the geth. It never failed. She made her statements, 943 watching her speak with its own curiosity, shown through the headflaps flitting in movement. It was currently known if the drell caught the synthetic body language.
“OOoOFF cOURSE we cAN Talk.” 943 spoke up, after the lady drell came to her pause. “Wwewe LllEARNED from. GETh cREATOrs. ThehE. cXVhcmlhbnM.”
The geth froze, falling completely stuff and the loud screeching string of sounds it let out. The platform just stayed statuesque, watching Kona, hoping it hadn’t frightened her.
She couldn’t help it. She jumped every time the geth talked. It wasn’t as if the sound was grating on her ears (well, perhaps a little) but the electronic chattering never failed to take her by surprise.
Was it… xenophobic to have expected a more… organic voice? The drell shuffled uncomfortably, unwilling to have succumbed to prejudice but knowing she’d done so as soon as she’d become afraid of the geth.
She hummed in thought, still feeling a little awkward and wondering if the geth was even able to hear such sounds.
“I… I see.” The drell paused for a brief moment, “Well, your name— Well— It’s… lovely—? Yes, it’s— um… nicely numerical?” Kona’s mortification made her lower her voice to a bare whisper, and the ribbing on her throat became saturated with color. Oh, she was excellent at this socializing thing. Its moving headflaps caught the light and she found her eyes drawn to the movement. It certainly helped to ease her discomfort to not have to look at the rest of the approximately-seven-foot-synthetic-creature.
Feeling a little guilty that she had made such assumptions on the other, Kona had resolved to herself to put every effort into socializing with it. It was safe to say that she was not expecting such a sound to come from the geth and consequently leaped at least a foot into the air, scales prickling and an alarmed trill high in her throat.
Kona had taken a few steps backwards and, while she wouldn’t call herself terrified, she stared at the geth cautiously for a few moments.
“I— I— Are you— alright—? That sounded…” She trailed off, looking mighty worried. What if it was a schizophrenic geth?
