[video]

[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?

Comments

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?

[justlittle]

I take it you haven't read the imPort FAQ, then.

[ Normally he offers to send a link, but this Regor person is too much of an annoying eemo that he really doesn't feel like being cooperative. ]

[biochemastery]

Somewhere in all that paper they threw at me? I was too sedated to care. [And then too bored. Look, paperwork is one of his least favorite parts of being important. He's been busy! Had other things to do!]

[justlittle]

No. Not from the government. [ Although dismissing your government file was also a stupid move. ]

It's one that another imPort wrote, before he left.