[ORP] First Encounters

[Walkinthevoid]

IME

Ime absently tickled the belly of his fweet while he tried to focus on the book he was trying to read. It was something the lab staff had picked out for him after one of them had startled him by coming into his room to give him a wakeup call one morning. The man had escaped with only minor injuries, of course, but that hadn’t excused Ime from punishment.
Ime felt the situation was entirely unfair. They were the ones who gave him tusks, they should be glad that he was putting them to some use! Besides, it was the man’s own fault. Not only had he trespassed, he had woken the Tekimi up!

And so here he was, reading something about physical aggression and how different animals responded to it. As if knowing how something worked would curb the Tekimi’s aggression. The whole book was just a bunch of biological systems, something about Sympathetic or Parasympathetic systems that caused something that made some people squeal and cower against doors and others yell and start trying to gore faces.
Gobbledygook.

The fweet was a nice distraction though. He hadn’t had the creature for very long, but already the little thing had him wrapped around its little paws. Not that he would ever let the lab staff know that. Privately, he thought it was the most adorable creature he had ever seen.
As if it could read his mind, the fweet chirruped at the Tekimi, gently grasping his big hand in its four paws and nipping a finger in its beak.

Thoroughly distracted from the tedious book, Ime wrestled with the creature for a couple of happy minutes before a rather loud noise startled the pair from their play. What was that? The fweet puffed up its feathers hissing quietly and Ime started to his feet, face growing hot as his temper rose. What the hell? Didn’t they know he was trying to attend to his ‘punishment’? Couldn’t a Tekimi be alone for just FIVE MINUTES? They were doing this just to see him get mad. They enjoyed it, he just knew it, and they all did these things just to watch him get mad. Well, he would just have to step up his game, wouldn’t he! He reached for the door handle.

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Nixei

A few minutes prior . . .

A soft 'whump' and a shuffling of pillows heralded a short creature's descent onto the warm, soft carpet below; orange limbs splayed about, shoving the cushions back onto the communal couch as the rest of his body settled comfortably, back bent over the edge while his shoulders and head settled onto the ground. Nixei held the book he was staring at over his head with a set of three tentacles - two holding it, one turning the pages. It wasn't his - one taken instead from a pile on a nearby side table, never mind the 'O' signature scrawled neatly on the inside back cover. He paid no heed to such things, rather being much more intrigued by the contents of the book itself. It was a collection of ancient earthian poems; he'd wondered how such a thing was even in the Labs without being digitized, but he wasn't complaining.

"What mortal feels not awe, nor trembles at our name, hearing our fate-appointed power sublime, fixed by the eternal law," he murmured, mostly to himself, though he lifted his hands and motioned dramatically as he read the final verse of his current interest. In doing so, he slipped further from the couch, his butt landing with a firm 'whomp' on the ground. "For old our office, and our fame, might never yet of its due honors fail, though 'neath the earth our realm in unsunned regions pale."

Nixei arched his arms under himself then, over his head to lift his body in a crablike position, though the book remained aloft above his eyes. He flipped the page, his mind wandering as he continued to recite verses to himself; he skittered to the side like this, curling his body neatly between an arm chair and the couch; his legs sprawled out into the walkway beyond as he settled into this new position. Though his voice lilted out with the passages he read, his body was mostly hidden, tucked as it was between the furniture.

A goodly part of his brain was yet somewhere else, contemplating where the books in the Labs even came from. Where? What was Earth like? Why would anyone bother to bring paper items here? Why not keep everything digital? CaTDOS kept everything in good condition - what was the point of these permanent records? Why did paper smell the way it smelled - why did it smell good? It was musty and old but enjoyable, as was the texture of the paper beneath his suction cups. His fingers curled on the leathery material of the chair behind his back, and he wondered if it was really leather; did something die to make this, or was it synthetic? How would you make synthetic leather? If it was real, what sort of creature was it? It was obviously bleached, as it was all white - or maybe there was some kind of coating on it? Would the creature have been good to eat? What . . .

He rolled onto his stomach then, jutting his legs out a bit further as he settled onto the floor.

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Junko

Being ever popular with the lab assistants proved to have many rewards, but it also seemed to include some extra chores. Not many, but enough to make an active tekimi roll his eyes slightly as he did them. This task just happened to be one of those times.

"I can't even see where I'm going . . .", the tekimi murmured to himself as he forged ahead blindly, attempting to navigate using a system of head tilts and tentacle air-stabbing with his free one - the other was busy attempting to help support the near-overwhelming boxes of supplies he was taking to "a back storage room".

How did he even get recruited for this particular task? Weren't there stronger tekimi? Ones more suited for this job? No, no. He shouldn't think like that. He was trusted. He was a good example. He should set one, right? Right?

He was tired though. He'd spent almost eight hours in the labs and two hours in the kitchen testing things he'd learned in the labs. That damn brisket turned out good too, didn't it? Of course it did. Hawk didn't yell at him nearly as much as he would other days.

With a sigh of resignation, and possibly determination, the tekimi entered the living quarters, eyebrow instinctively lifting as he began to wonder why in the world they would even need a supply closet in this wing. Even if they were supplies rarely used . . .

"Nixei!"

He caught sight of the sprawled tekimi too late, letting out a yelp of surprise as he tripped over the smaller tekimi's leg. His arms and tentacles threw themselves out in different directions, each making a futile attempt to grab anything that might spare him, but it was too late.

Junko found himself eating carpet with the boxes of supplies strewn about wherever they landed, probably broken, crushed, or otherwise in some manner that would make sure he'd be in trouble later.

". . . not good.", he whined softly to himself, wincing as he attempted to pick himself up off the floor.

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[Walkinthevoid]

IME

Ime burst out of his room already shouting. “WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?” he glowered around the room, chest heaving from the effort of such a loud shout. Without a doubt, everyone around would be now aware that someone had disturbed Ime, most likely to their peril (Or discomfort at least).

The looked around the room, teeth bared, jaw jutting out in an instinctive reaction designed, biologically speaking, to make his tusks look bigger. In reality it made the Tekimi look a little silly, but he didn’t really care.
At first it seemed like nobody was there, how embarrassing, but when he looked down he was greeted with the sight of Junko and Nixei sprawled over each other, covered in boxes that looked rather damaged.
Junko seemed in the act of picking himself up off the floor. Nixei was clutching a book in his ridiculous hair-tentacles.

“I don’t know what'th going on here, and I don’t care. THESE ARE ROOMS! THTAY OUT OF THEM! ETHPECIALLY MINE!” A very small part of him said that he was being ridiculous. That this was obviously an accident, and that the pair had every right to be here. That part of him was quickly overridden. Nixei shouldn’t be lounging on the floor, and Junko should have taken a different route. This was his territory, uh, room.

Ime glowered at the pair, daring them to argue.
Un-noticed, the little black Fweet Darkstar had slipped around the open door of Ime’s room and had started to wander around.
It loved to explore, and didn’t often get a chance to go wandering as Ime always liked to keep an eye on his most beloved possession.

The fweet decided that the colourful ends of Junko’s tentacles were very interesting, and decided to stalk them.

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