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Who: Nihlus Kryik and you!!!
When: Pretty much whenever.
Where: Around the Moira!
What: Weird napping locations and sparring?
Warnings: Sparring??
Lord of Powernapping
Normally, you wouldn’t catch Nihlus dead sleeping. Not even Eric or Tyler have probably ever seen Nihlus really sleeping. Staying up with the blanket draped over him like some demented, huge bird and the glow of his omni-tool lighting the fabric up underneath, yes. Actual sleeping though?
Rare.
And yet, if you walked into the Cargo bay sometime this week, there’ll be a figure curled up against the side of the nearly finished fabricator with schematics laid out around his head like a bizarre halo. Or you’ll find Nihlus down one of the endless hallways, in a dark corner and leaning oddly against the wall with a broom held loosely against his chest (he’s not in Cleaning anymore, and yet). If one ever wanders into the engine room, there’s someone holed up under the pipes, tools scattered about him, but there’s no sound of things being tinkered with.
If one gets near enough, they could almost hear the very soft ‘chrrrchrrrchrr’s.
He’s not in as deep a slumber as he might seem, though.
Training Room
The ship is pretty much dead quiet. It’s a few days after the new arrivals and everyone was down on the Collectives.
It’s strange, but Nihlus found the silence peaceful for once. He finishes repairing that airlock, finalizes the repairs on some of the Scraplet damage and goes down to fiddle with the fabricator some more.
He’d debated going down for a supply run, but… that could wait a while more. They’d gotten a lot necessities through the Amissis-R and the Moira was going to be docked for a while yet from the looks of things.
So, for the first time in a while, Nihlus takes to the Sim room.
For anyone who walks in, they enter a room with tall, sloped ceilings and pale walls contrasted with warm tone lighting. The floor is lined with panels of what almost looked like nacre, the strange, iridescent material warm under barefoot. Wide windows streamed alien sunlight into the space, but if one tried looking out, they’d only be greeted by the vaguest outline of a silvery city through the brightness.
In the center of the room, Nihlus is decked out in his thermals and currently going through some sparring warm-ups with what looked like a red turian VI.
If you want to duke it out with a Spectre agent, now might your chance!
Wildcard!
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When: Pretty much whenever.
Where: Around the Moira!
What: Weird napping locations and sparring?
Warnings: Sparring??
Lord of Powernapping
Normally, you wouldn’t catch Nihlus dead sleeping. Not even Eric or Tyler have probably ever seen Nihlus really sleeping. Staying up with the blanket draped over him like some demented, huge bird and the glow of his omni-tool lighting the fabric up underneath, yes. Actual sleeping though?
Rare.
And yet, if you walked into the Cargo bay sometime this week, there’ll be a figure curled up against the side of the nearly finished fabricator with schematics laid out around his head like a bizarre halo. Or you’ll find Nihlus down one of the endless hallways, in a dark corner and leaning oddly against the wall with a broom held loosely against his chest (he’s not in Cleaning anymore, and yet). If one ever wanders into the engine room, there’s someone holed up under the pipes, tools scattered about him, but there’s no sound of things being tinkered with.
If one gets near enough, they could almost hear the very soft ‘chrrrchrrrchrr’s.
He’s not in as deep a slumber as he might seem, though.
Training Room
The ship is pretty much dead quiet. It’s a few days after the new arrivals and everyone was down on the Collectives.
It’s strange, but Nihlus found the silence peaceful for once. He finishes repairing that airlock, finalizes the repairs on some of the Scraplet damage and goes down to fiddle with the fabricator some more.
He’d debated going down for a supply run, but… that could wait a while more. They’d gotten a lot necessities through the Amissis-R and the Moira was going to be docked for a while yet from the looks of things.
So, for the first time in a while, Nihlus takes to the Sim room.
For anyone who walks in, they enter a room with tall, sloped ceilings and pale walls contrasted with warm tone lighting. The floor is lined with panels of what almost looked like nacre, the strange, iridescent material warm under barefoot. Wide windows streamed alien sunlight into the space, but if one tried looking out, they’d only be greeted by the vaguest outline of a silvery city through the brightness.
In the center of the room, Nihlus is decked out in his thermals and currently going through some sparring warm-ups with what looked like a red turian VI.
If you want to duke it out with a Spectre agent, now might your chance!
Wildcard!
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Powernaps are where it's at
If he's working that hard that he can't stay awake then maybe he just needs some help. Odd searches for a broom, finds one close by, and as quietly as he can, begins to sweep the hallway around his fellow crew mate.
Odd hopes he doesn't wake Nihlus up, but if he does, he'll just keep on cleaning. It's soothing in a way, the monotonous swiping of stiff plastic brushing the floor over and over. He's also helping, in a creepy, don't catch me helping kind of way.
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For the longest of moments, Nihlus doesn't say anything, half lidded green eyes tracking the young man's back as he sweeps the hallway. Eventually he smiles quietly to himself, touched and a little confused.
"Alright, I'm awake," he announces, pushing off the wall and making a show of stretching and stifling a yawn (a full yawn was probably too many teeth for a human stranger).
"What year is it? Who's the Primarch?"
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"2013 and some guy named Jim."
Yeah, he's just making it up, but the other probably knows that. Odd was used to seeing things that nobody else could, things that didn't look like the people around him, but this guy was nowhere near as disorienting as the bodachs were, so the teeth get noted and pushed aside.
"I'm Odd. Odd Thomas."
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"I'm Nihlus," he offers, still chuckling a little as he holds a hand out for a shake. "I work down in Engineering. You look pretty new."
No one Nihlus has seen around or on the Network anyways. He thinks he'd remember a name like Odd Thomas.
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"Nice to meet you, Nihlus. I am pretty new. Fresh out of that big machine and ready for sci-fi, futuristic living."
He shrugs, grinning as he steps back again.
"They put me in the kitchens, but I like it down there, so no complaints from me."
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And by 'wild' he means they gripe endlessly about getting the weird, lumpy looking meat loaf and gravy again. Then he laughs at them, eats his own weird, flavorless meat thing and pointedly tells them to be grateful because he didn't even have snacks or anything available to him here.
Such was the dextro life on a levo ship.
"So, how's the Moira treating you so far? Is this sci-fi, futuristic living anything like you imagined?"