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[biochemastery]

[[ooc: Tyl has a couple of bodies I don't have icons for yet, so here's some visual references in the meantime! Tyl is wearing the Old Grineer body today.]]

[The man in the video feed is probably human. The total hairlessness could just be alopecia, and the uncomfortably bright blue eyes might be normal wherever he's from.

But it's honestly hard to get a good look, because he is absolutely not staying still. His head is wandering in and out of frame, focus wandering constantly from the camera on the communicator in front of him.]

This is rude, you know. [His voice wobbles a little, and he coughs irritably, pitch sinking down to a low, expressive baritone.]

I was busy. Always am, but this? This was a bad time. Suspiciously bad. If this is your doing, Lotus, you're not as funny as you think you are.

[Despite the drippingly acid tone, he's evidently distracted by one of his own hands, grasping a finger or two with his other hand and watching them bend. They seem perfectly normal.]

Body like this doesn't make sense. None of it does. The implications--We could rebuild everything. Fresh template, fresh grineer--[He blinks, struck by a sudden thought.]

Wait. Who had the template in the first place? The Lotus? Was it her? Who here's been hoarding what's ours? [A flash of vicious anger crosses his face, but it's gone in a second as he looks back at his now clenched fists with a triumphant smirk.

And his tone turns... flirty?] But if an impossible opportunity's just going to throw itself at me, who am I to say no?

Gotta get home. But first, [He leans in close, too close.]

Who wants to help me take a look at my organs?

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[besainted]

[ hey! this is all exceptionally creepy! he's kinda into it ]

I feel like someone would need some kind of license for that, looking at organs. I hope you're not accepting just anyone.

permavideo;

[biochemastery]

[That's earned a mildly offended pout.] Obviously. Not gonna let just anyone in, I've got standards. [A license, though? Not so much!]

So! Interested?

[besainted]

[ He’s never looked at an organ in a body in his life. And in light of that: ] Sure. What part are you looking for help with, exactly?

[biochemastery]

Need an assistant or two, at least somebody to hold a mirror. I'm not gonna sleep through something like this, that'd cheapen the experience. [It'd be like his first time all over again!]

[besainted]

That doesn't sound too hard. [ but also, most importantly: ] Are you looking to — perform surgery on yourself?

[biochemastery]

Of course! I should get to know me best, right? Especially with a body like this.

[besainted]

Is it new to you?

[ this is a curiosity he can get behind, but he should probably at least feign a normal amount of discomfort or unease ... ]

What are you usually?

voice; un: Julian Delphiki | Bean

[justlittle]

[ Bean's accustomed to the idea of both alien races and genetic modification, but this is... Weird. ]

Pass.

Whoever "Lotus" is, she's not behind this. There's a being inside the Porter that brought us here. It's not Lachesis, and it's not Atropos, but it's something similar.

permavideo;

[biochemastery]

You don't know that purple weed like I do. I didn't, not 'til she started vandalizing my work, our history!

[And the anger simmers down again.] Don't know what she is, either. Might be that thing. Don't know those names, though.

permavoice;

[justlittle]

You're not from Earth, then.

[ Stated simply as a fact. An observation. Not that all people from Earth are well-versed in Greek mythology enough to know the Moirai. ]

[biochemastery]

Don't know why you'd think otherwise. So--what's with those two? Tell me they're not Tenno.

[justlittle]

You never know.

No. I don't know what Tenno means. They're... goddesses? Incarnations of destiny. They exist as myth in most realities, less so in this one.

[biochemastery]

Dubious. Anything swanning around calling itself a goddess is always dubious, next thing you know you're broke and infested on a backwater station somewhere. Got any proof to back that up?

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[redcosmedic]

Make sure to clean up after yourself, organs can be sloppy.

And record your observations, otherwise you're just messing around.

permavideo; cw medical stuff because these two are maniacs

[biochemastery]

You think I'm an amateur at this? I'm hurt. [No really, look, he's swooning and everything!]

Taken apart enough bodies, but self-surgery's always tricky. Especially with hands like these! [They're so fleshy and uncustomizable!] Gotta have somebody to hold a mirror, at least.

ahahaha so true

[redcosmedic]

Ah, a fellow professional then. My mistake.

[ Knock Out too, has taken apart more bodies than can be counted. Sometimes they were even dead when he did it! And he also prefers self-repair. This is going to be a dangerous friendship. ]

The name's Knock Out, Chief Medical Officer, surgeon and medic.

[biochemastery]

Ooh, now there's a resumé I like to hear. Finally, somebody who understands. [This planet might not be totally useless after all!]

Tyl Regor, Chief Researcher, augment designer, fleet commander, appointed by the Twin Queens, the list's long and gets boring after a while. Hello. You've had quite a lot of custom work done, haven't you? [Does he have any idea what this is? Not a clue! But he knows good parts when he sees them.]

[redcosmedic]

[ Knock Out knows the feeling, it's so hard to find both medically-minded and gray morality types around this place. Augment designer sounds delightfully similar to his own interests and skill sets as well. Could the Porter finally have brought someone he can properly talk shop with?

As soon as Tyl comments on his frame, he's preening. Damn right he's custom. ]

Only the best, thank you for noticing.

[biochemastery]

[Thought as much! He gives Knock Out a once-over, humming thoughtfully.]

Not my style, but it suits you. [Blue's always been more his color.]

Normally I'd have my own, got them here somewhere--[He has no idea where his original body's gone now that he's not in it, but that's a mystery for another day!] This body's a basic model. Wanna get a good look at it before I start improving it.

[hatestrashcans]

It's very rude.

[ Marco one hundred percent agrees. This person is obviously batshit insane, but that's not his problem, so he cheerfully raises his hand. ]

I'll help if it doesn't kill you. I don't want to end up in jail for murder, thanks. And why should only Cassie get to perform surgery? Unfair.

permavideo; cw medical stuff

[biochemastery]

Extremely! All sorts of projects on hold while I'm stuck on Earth, [He huffs.]

Oh, I've done enough self-surgery before, I know my limits. Did, anyway. [New body, all that.] Gotta get tools for it, somebody to hold a mirror, maybe a transfusion on stand-by. Would like a surgical suite, but I've made do with worse, and came out better!

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[hatestrashcans]

So you're from another planet then? That's the reaction my dad would have, except for the Earth part.

[ Aw. Look, sometimes a kid just wants to cut open someone else with a scalpel. Is that so wrong? ]

I can do that. Transfusion of what?

[biochemastery]

I'm gonna be coy about that one. Don't want anyone to come knocking down my door when I get back. [He'd had enough of that by now.]

Blood! Mine, preferably. Take a pint or two, preserve them, then you can pump it back in whenever you feel like it. [Usually the Empire just ran on generic stock when the medics bothered at all, but that didn't apply here. There were no grineer here. Human wouldn't kill him, but he would die a little on the inside anyway.]

[hatestrashcans]

Information can't go across timelines, it seems. Don't ask me about the math, but we're put back at the exact time we left, so we can't bring stuff here - including knowledge- back with us. It's that whole 'information can't be created or destroyed' thing. I think.

If you tell me what and how to do it, I'm game.

[biochemastery]

[That? That whole idea? Ohhh, he hates that.] Not gonna happen. Just another problem to fix, as if I didn't have enough of those already.

Need tools first. Clean ones. Just arrived, n' my lab didn't come with me. [Neither did his lab techs, test subjects, the guards, his darling little Manics, or the fleet in orbit. Not a single, solitary scout ship! It was so unfair.]