[StarRail PSL]

[themightybosstone]

[The world was one of a constant, strange, cyclical war.

When the night fell on the highest moon of the furthest month, a Howling Storm took the planet, cut its cities off from each other and the visitors from their homes, When the Storm's first whining, hot wind struck, the imposing gates of the iridescent metal of this world would close, folding up and over, in a wall only Qlipoth could love.

The thud of bodies, the scrape of claws, mandibles and fangs added to the cacophony that the setting of the red sun provoked. It ebbed in the morning, but never enough to be safe. Never enough for the walls to come down.

In defiance, however, in these little hubs of survival, the nightlife was something quite impressive. Loud music played, lights blared, the night market was a roar of throats - the call of sellers and the flirtation of buyers.

All to carry on like a shield wasn't holding back the certain death of nearly everyone in the spaceport.

But you're here, waiting for the tired relief of morning. For the spaceport to open back up in a week.

It should have already ended. It SHOULD have been open yesterday.

But the Storm is longer than it's ever been here...]

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[themightybosstone]

...


Aint on me if you go do weird things.

[vitainmorte]

You-- it was you that--

[ she's mortified and red, bristling-- and just turns heel and quickly walks in a different direction, out of the crowd and back towards the quieter streets near her hotel. ]

[themightybosstone]

Hey- wait!

[Following after. LOOK. SPACE TO STRETCH OUT ON A SHIP!!]

[vitainmorte]

[ he can catch up easily, being so much taller, but once they get to the hotel (fancy.) she turns. ]

You stay here. I'll only be a few minutes.

[themightybosstone]

[... He straightens a bit, staring down at her.

He's not the brightest light in the docking bay, but he's still alive after all these years. Stay here alone is not one of those phrases that is conducive to life.]

Why?

[vitainmorte]

Surely even you must understand it's wildly improper to enter a lady's hotel room. Not to mention I would rather not be seen taking a man to my room.

I'm getting my things. We'll sleep on the ship.

[themightybosstone]

Oh... [Hang on he's still hung up on the first implication.]

... Wait... [And it gets tangled in the second implication.]

With me? SURE! [BRIGHT BEAMING SMILE of abject misinterpretation.]

[vitainmorte]

[ goes BRIGHT red, mortified ]

No! Listen to the words I'm actually saying!

Just wait here!

[ and IMMEDIATELY turns to go in and check out ]

[themightybosstone]

[WHAT JUST HAPPENED??




... Fine he'll?? wait???]

[vitainmorte]

[ she's out as promised a few minutes later, with her duffel bag and her rifle case--

And she pauses when she sees him sitting taking up much of the sidewalk, but. Just. Starts to walk towards the port to go to her ship. ]

... come on.

[themightybosstone]

[He climbs back up to his feet, casually steps over a pair of strolling pepeshi and ambles along after her.]

I'm surprised you'd give up the fancy digs.

[vitainmorte]

...

I don't need people thinking I'm something I'm not.

[ [ that's all she says, quiet all the way to the ship.

And she leads him down into the harbor, where it's securely moored: her ship is certainly big enough for a small crew, if one wanted, but more than anything built for speed. It's an elegant thing, sharp like an arrow and an almost reflective black, clearly as some form of camouflage. She clicks her fob and the door opens with a hiss, lowering the steps: she stands aside to let Sett on first, considering she has her bags-- and the inside is relatively clean and minimalist, functional with very few personal affects. ] ]

Go to the right and down the steps. There's a room near the cargo hold that should fit you if you put two beds together.

[themightybosstone]

[ He tucks himself low to get in and then stretches back out. He doesn't go directly for the room, tail swishing behind him as he saunters around, looking at the - well the sparse but well maintained interior. ]

How far DOES this thing get between refuels?

[vitainmorte]

A good handful of warp jumps. It has good mileage and solar integration.

[ there's truly not much. Secure on one wall is a picture of Val with two older Halovians, clearly her parents, but that's the only thing out in the common areas. ]

[themightybosstone]

[That's good as far as that goes. She's got a damn good deal.

Maybe they could actually catch the fucker...

Oh, she actually has good parents. He pauses a little bit, just looking at them.]

You go back an' see em much?

[vitainmorte]

[ "good" is relative. The man is smiling, a short-cropped brunette, his halo large with two concentric rings, the smaller one connected at one side to the larger and with almost decorative teardrop shapes along it. The woman looks... almost identical to Val, save for their halos and relative age; she's a severe-looking redhead with her hair fastened back in a tight bun, her larger neckwings folded close to her neck and her smaller halo an elegant but sharp, in an open almost-circle with a series of sharp spikes along the edge of it in an almost sun-like design. (Val's, meanwhile, is sort of a combination of the two with an extra flare/an eye-like symbol at one point. yknow.)

Val turns to look back at him, confused. ]

See wh... ah.

No, not recently. But we keep in touch.

[themightybosstone]

[He considers them again for a long moment. Honestly, he'd not want to meet the woman in a dark alley. Or a bright one. Or meet her.

Or maybe she WOULD be a good fight...

Hmm.

All he says though:]

Huh.

[He unhitches a duffle from his shoulder - carrying everything he owns, and drops it on the floor before heading back down the way she'd indicated.]

So, you got a name or should I just keep callin' you hunter? [Distantly, over the scrape of a bed being picked up to be moved.]

[vitainmorte]

[ She hesitates, watching him stare at the picture. She could extend her telepathy, maybe. See what he's thinking. He's close enough, after all. But-- no, she decides she'd rather not know, and goes to take her bags to a door off the main area, down a hallway.

Sett will find that the room is clearly meant for crew; there's some bunks built into the wall but he can easily move one of the other beds against the lower of these to make his mattress big enough. The room isn't terribly small, at least, and there's a private shower room just down the hall from it, not far from the larger doors of the cargo hold. Considering there's no real decorative pieces down here as well, or even things like personal towels or clothing, it seems like the hunter's own facilities must be up near her actual room.

She eventually does come down, to investigate what he's doing (and see if she needs to change anything around... he's so large, after all). ]

...

My name is Valencia. You can call me what you wish.

[themightybosstone]

Val, then. Good to meet ya.

[THUMP the bed settles by the other, and he paces around it, long tail swishing.]

This'll probably be a right treat.

[vitainmorte]

[ She just watches him quietly, a little uneasy. "Val" already... well, she did say to use whatever...

As far as a "right treat" goes she has no reason to suspect anything off so. Clearly he's just talking about being on the ship. ]

Sure. Make yourself comfortable. The kitchen is upstairs, but I'm afraid it's a bit low on stock right now. If you use the last of something, I would like it to be replaced. The showers have basic amenities, but you're welcome to bring what you wish.

[themightybosstone]

I make a great breakfast.

[He flops down on the bed, propped up by his elbows, knees wide apart.]

So. Wanna see how much this baby can take? [HE PATS THE BED.]

[vitainmorte]

[






huh?????????? ]

... "Take?" Don't-- break it, those are expensive to replace...?

[themightybosstone]

....

Oh.

Uh.



Kay.

I'll be careful?

[vitainmorte]

[ BE CAREFUL WITH WHAT??? She just looks deeply confused and,




Actually. It's best to save face here, possibly, so. She'll extend her telepathy a bit, just for whatever surface thoughts are running through that thick skull. ]

[themightybosstone]

[ For all of the impenetrable plating for blunt force damage called his skull, she slips in without the slightest awareness or resistance.

In Foxians, there's always that undertone of a need to touch the sky, an upward leaning that takes all of them. In Borisins, there's that boiling, slathering thing, that wants to rend, hurt, tear, survive, CREATE MORE. In Sett, there's both, firmly kept under a boot.

The rest of his thoughts skitter like marbles.

She's really pretty!

She seems confused!

The place she stabbed me still hurts.

That's kinda sexy.

Uh, something seems wrong?

Nah, she's just playing.

Maybe I should ask?

Ugghhh, my tail hurts leaning back but it would be awkward to move NOW.

I can't believe she wants to have sex!! SHE FELT IT TOO IN THAT FIGHT!!

Maybe if I lean to the side I can get the tail AND still look cool-]

Val?