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maskormenace2019-09-14 10:24 am
biochemastery) wrote in maskormenace2019-09-14 10:24 am
[video]
[[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?
[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?
no subject
Nor am I, but some of us have to stay on the government's good side if we want to continue eating. Unlike the majority of imPorts, my food source comes from them directly.
no subject
Ah. [That is more of a problem.] Think they tried to do that to me too. Don't remember--got sedated, didn't listen after that.
I've been using this-- [He shifts into his Old Grineer body, giving it a pleased little smirk as he continues.] All the food, none of the hassle. Means I don't have to put up with them.
[Which, of course, gives him an Idea.] So. Got any projects you've been craving? Once I get a lab, I could set something up. Get you out from under the sticky little thumb of humankind. Gonna be making my own food, might as well try making yours too.
no subject
Tyl's offer to help with his projects however, has Knock Out's plating rippling in minor annoyance. While it's nice to have someone to talk shop with, someone who appears to be closer to a professional colleague than any other here he's found, the memory of Megatron ordering all his projects turned over to Shockwave has him disgruntled.
Still, his reply is framed lightly and playfully chiding. ]
I'm quite capable of doing so if I chose. I'm not entirely without options. Perhaps you should focus on getting yourself established here first.
no subject
[Scans will show he's pretty much meat. Chipped and barcoded with a strange, semi-organic tech, but the rest is all squish. Not quite human, though. Higher bone mineral and muscle density, too-blue eyes, the genetics--that's what he's really interested in.
And he's been rebuffed! That's a shame. Criminally so. Oh well. He'd just find out more later.]
Alright. Not like I don't have enough to work on already. This especially. [Another gesture to himself, dropping his disappointed tone in seconds as he remembers how giddy this project makes him.] Just gotta figure this one out.
no subject
I'm happy to provide consult, of course.
no subject
Until then--[He's back to his usual body. All high-performance polymer muscle, carefully machined alloy, and in amongst it, a core of organic parts. Nothing beyond the waist or elbows, lots of metal inside it too, but it's definitely something.]--stick with what I know.