The familiar voice certainly earns a peek from the boss monster. She smiles when she catches sight of Mettaton an rack or two over. She straightened out the shirt she had been eying setting it aside for now to drift over. It had been awhile since she had a nice chat with Mettaton.
"Having luck so far, dear?" She questions as she approaches, Toriel herself is still very much in her uniform. At best the only modifications done to it lay in tailoring and a snail patch placed on the front of the cardigan she enjoyed wearing over her standard uniform. "I've found a few things myself, but I'll have to see about trying them on before hand." Humans were shockingly small.
Toriel laughs lightly at that, certainly understanding Nick's feelings on the issue. Most monsters hadn't seen a human up close for centuries beyond what they salvaged from the garbage.
"It is very overwhelming initially. I'm surprised my son wasn't as startled by all the people when he first arrived here." Chara had really been his only baseline before hand and Chara was their own classification.
"Have you been settling in well? Even with this vacation, we're all expected to do jobs on board." She shakes her head a little, "I don't mind my own work, but it can be a bit disorienting."
I certainly don't either. Even if they insist we can leave... where would we go? Not everyone has the experience with space travel or knowledge needed to survive.
[Toriel frowns a little, having to point as much out. Even with the Captains insisting they could leave whenever, it felt hollow. They could leave yes, but how long would they survive?
The shift of topics does ease her frown, curiosity taking its place. Toriel reaches out to test this. Surprised at the level of technology on this planet.]
[ He... really hadn't noticed he had walked that far until she pointed it out. Oops. ]
[ Yu almost said no, he really didn't need a drive back, but... then his eyes fell on the vehicle again. It really was a nice vehicle. All sci-fi...y? Either way, there was mental gleeful screaming that was probably obvious on his face the longer he stared at it. ]
[She grunts and straightens up, glancing around, half distracted by the sudden sounds of machinery while still making idle conversation:]
How can one species vary so drastically in its biology? I mean, there are different kinds of gems too, but when you get right down to it we all share at least a few of the same baseline gemetic functions. Like, a Pearl might not know how to fly a craft as well as a Peridot can? Because your average Pearl wouldn't have the knowledge or the skill to do so... but she would at least still be able to hook up to the system and try.
[She knows this from experience, natch. Of course, Peridot has long since accepted that the Earth Pearl is anything but average...
Much to her annoyance, reflecting on this means that she has to crush down a pang of longing for the company of her fellow traitors. Ugh.]
Anyone foolish enough to double cross me. I assure you that there are plenty-- namely Starscream. He's never been particularly trustworthy to begin with.
[He almost finds himself missing the contact when it stops, but he quickly puts it out of mind.]
Oh please, Megatron. [Tarn finds himself laughing bitterly at the pure absurdity of the ex-con's commentary. It's a wholely unpleasant sound when paired with the pure hatred shining from Tarn's optics. ]
Don't talk to me like I'm some misguided youngling. I am fully capable of handling change if the idea behind it is not completely absurd. I've been weakened enough as it is, I don't need your Autobots to sense any further instability.
In fact, somehow, through some horrible stroke of misfortune, we have managed to procure two starscreams aboard this vessel. They both look similar enough-- aerial alt modes, inflated egos, red optics...
[Rejection of her glorious shudderbus? Used to it. She's starting to gather up her things, when she looks back — and catches a sparkle in Yu's eyes that she recognizes well. Because she has it. Every time she looks at the Mako. Grinning, she hauls open the door, shouting back over her shoulder.] That's what I like to hear!
[Clambering up into the vehicle, she drops her gear unceremoniously in the spacious compartment behind the front two seats, and slides into the driver's harness, patting the passenger seat next to her.]
[ Cortana hums in thought and nods slowly. That seems a reasonable enough explanation, she supposes. But as no usual other person, she couldn't help her interest at the mention of notes being kept on this place, no matter what low-tech device they're being kept on. ]
No, no, it's smart. If it keeps your notes out of the main systems, that may be for the best. I can't say I know much about this place just yet, but it's never ideal to trust anything implicitly without any proof as to why you should.
[ She flashes him a smile, approving. ]
Keeping any notes somewhere that no one can access is a good move. Especially in the case where you may have stumbled across something you shouldn't have.
[Having the creator of any piece of interesting tech nearby was enough to inspire a second or third look. Shep casts a careful eye over Q, taking in his design. Was the purpose companionship, tactical, or a little of both?]
Because we're individuals, and the idea that everyone should perform just one certain function and nothing outside of it started the war.
[his tone is terse; riptide doesn't like thinking about how he was created for a single purpose.]
Our planet got bad, [he says, continuing to power up the rod pod.], bad enough that people who went outside what the senate saw as their function were hunted down and killed for being dissidents. It meant there was no value placed on individual life and those at the top would torture and murder to make sure it stayed like that.
[aurelia shudders briefly, having a sudden vision of two handsome jacks showing up. sure, it would mean she gets to shoot him twice, but still. no thanks.]
Ah. I think I've seen one around. Talked him into punting a tourist into the sea. Not a very bright fellow, is he?
[Shepard blinks at the command, then smiles. Toriel really was the perfect mom type. The magic, though — that was almost as impressive. Sure, there was powerful spells she'd seen on network posts, or being thrown around in the training room, but healing magic was something different — and it was the first time she'd been subjected to it directly.
It was, quite literally, medical magic. The fading of the spell leaves a lingering feeling of the effects, and there's almost a pang of sadness at its departure.]
Yes, though every monster has a different sort of magic, dear. I merely have the luck of fire and healing in varying degrees of strength.
[Toriel knows she couldn't bring someone back from the brink of death, but she could ease pain and restore someone's HP. Toriel looks at Shepard's face with a critical eye before relaxing.
Her magic has done its work, so it is very unlikely the young woman will bruise.] That should also prevent any possible bruising or lingering aches.
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