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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!
((OOC: Ping me at
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Well, I won't say no to a sparring partner.
[After throwing down with Saren for so long, it was hard to really push himself with a VI. He's not sure what to expect with this fellow, but it'll fun to learn.]
Would you like some protective gear? Fauld plating?
[He's kicked unarmored humans between the legs enough times to know the results weren't going to be pretty.]
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In my experience, if you connect squarely between my legs, particularly with one of those spurs, having a cup on isn't really going to make much of a difference.
[ Pitcher, stone principal.
However, he looked pleased that his offer for a spar was being taken up and he turned slightly to send Courser off to a corner of the room with a firm command for the bahari to stay put. ]
I should probably wear head gear though. Do I ...? [ He motioned to the room, indicating if he should request it from the computer or if there was somewhere he should go to pick up gear. ]
Heckkk, I am so sorry for the lateness!
[Not that Turian spurs were particularly good for that. They weren't really good for much of anything, really, other than looking nice and being in the way of every single piece of clothing ever made.
Nihlus calls up an in-session interface, the screen appearing as an orange square in front of his face. He types in a few quick commands and a rack of human protective gear appears on Adrien's side of the room.]
There we go. Mind you, all I know is the standard sparring gear for the Terran forces in my universe.
[Hopefully nothing too unfamiliar for the guy though.]
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Lateness is no problem, so often I am running at the speed of snail myself. But given all the chaos going on right now with the events, should we let this thread go?
Adrien would have put up a fight that was admirable for a human, suggested an extremely advanced level of military training and also some familiarity with Turian fighting tactics but ultimately Nihlus would be able to mop the floor with him. ;)
If that's okay with you? And maybe we can catch a new thread if you'd be up for it. ]
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Nihlus would have definitely been holding back in regards to the fight. He doesn't like anyone getting a full read on his fighting abilities. :v
And a new thread sometime would be lovely! ]