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The humble intro and some stupidly filed trivia
Teloch
ಠ_ಠ
- Location
- The middle of nowhere
Welcome ladies, gentlemen, individuals of mysterious and indistinguishable gender, and, of course, heavily armed aerial rotorcraft.
If you are reading this right now, know that you have ended up in the domain of madness that happens to be the quest run by me – the silly and arguably sane dude with the unrealistic cat(s) on his profile avatar.Consider this paragraph as an official warning.
A short trivia on this quest, shaped as a Q&A form:
Q: What is it based on?
A: It is based on the manga/anime bearing the same name, a really grim and naughty resource called "monster girl encyclopedia",the void of the collective reason called "TV-Tropes", the classic socionis theory, and is generally inspired by the previous attempt of another author to run the quest in this setting on SV.
Q: What is it about?
A: It is about a group of very different (in many senses) individuals trying to settle down, to adapt to each other and the surrounding world, and to occupy the niche in life that would, hopefully, make them say one day that it was "worth it". Achieving which, you – the dear reader – would probably help them with.
Q: Will there be smut?
A: Knowing the possible tastes of the audience familiar with this setting, I must state beforehand: there will be no pornographic or overly erotic content. It doesn't mean that there is no place for the sentimental matters, it means that whether you seek for some hot and overt action with breasted snake ladies, you will have to look for it somewhere else.
Q: Will there be romance?
A: Very possibly. But unlike the fiction upon which this setting was based, in this quest, the monster girls won't toss themselves at the poor guy only because of fanservice reasons. Close relationships are a complicated topic and certainly something that must be earned. It is up to you whether the protagonist would end up in an embrace with a very exotic damsel, cuddled by his perfectly normal human sweetheart, or remain a miserable (or happy) loner. There might be even some opportunities for those of you who consider themselves obsessive shippers.
Q: Wait. Did you say that the protagonist is a dude? Will there be no character creation?
A: Unfortunately, no. The player character has the previously generated background. If it would console you, It would be possible to re-shape this person during the story to such degree, that even his dear momma won't recognize him. Humans are a very adaptable species after all. Besides, some mechanics of this thread require the protagonist to be of a rather rational mindset.
Q: What mechanics?
A: Some of the days will be depicted as diary entries made by the protagonist (by the way, do you – dear reader – have a diary?), managing his groups budget and cash flow requires some knowledge, as well as planning further household steps. It is worthwhile to mention, that there will be stats dice rolls during events, which would lead to the different progression routes.
Q: Days? Do you mean it will be time-based?
A: Aye, my dear internet anonymous. I took some extra thoughts on how to make the progression more transient, avoiding situations when a single in-game day lasts for an entire season in real life. Special thanks to the brave author of the previous SV MM quest for their pioneering example.
Q: Okay. About the real life: how would I know the life-status of the quest?
A: There is a label above this Q&A block made particularly for your convenience. You have probably missed it <3
If you are reading this right now, know that you have ended up in the domain of madness that happens to be the quest run by me – the silly and arguably sane dude with the unrealistic cat(s) on his profile avatar.
| CURRENT STATUS: Somewhere between deep hibernation and clinical death |
Q: What is it based on?
A: It is based on the manga/anime bearing the same name, a really grim and naughty resource called "monster girl encyclopedia",
Q: What is it about?
A: It is about a group of very different (in many senses) individuals trying to settle down, to adapt to each other and the surrounding world, and to occupy the niche in life that would, hopefully, make them say one day that it was "worth it". Achieving which, you – the dear reader – would probably help them with.
Q: Will there be smut?
A: Knowing the possible tastes of the audience familiar with this setting, I must state beforehand: there will be no pornographic or overly erotic content. It doesn't mean that there is no place for the sentimental matters, it means that whether you seek for some hot and overt action with breasted snake ladies, you will have to look for it somewhere else.
Q: Will there be romance?
A: Very possibly. But unlike the fiction upon which this setting was based, in this quest, the monster girls won't toss themselves at the poor guy only because of fanservice reasons. Close relationships are a complicated topic and certainly something that must be earned. It is up to you whether the protagonist would end up in an embrace with a very exotic damsel, cuddled by his perfectly normal human sweetheart, or remain a miserable (or happy) loner. There might be even some opportunities for those of you who consider themselves obsessive shippers.
Q: Wait. Did you say that the protagonist is a dude? Will there be no character creation?
A: Unfortunately, no. The player character has the previously generated background. If it would console you, It would be possible to re-shape this person during the story to such degree, that even his dear momma won't recognize him. Humans are a very adaptable species after all. Besides, some mechanics of this thread require the protagonist to be of a rather rational mindset.
Q: What mechanics?
A: Some of the days will be depicted as diary entries made by the protagonist (by the way, do you – dear reader – have a diary?), managing his groups budget and cash flow requires some knowledge, as well as planning further household steps. It is worthwhile to mention, that there will be stats dice rolls during events, which would lead to the different progression routes.
Q: Days? Do you mean it will be time-based?
A: Aye, my dear internet anonymous. I took some extra thoughts on how to make the progression more transient, avoiding situations when a single in-game day lasts for an entire season in real life. Special thanks to the brave author of the previous SV MM quest for their pioneering example.
Q: Okay. About the real life: how would I know the life-status of the quest?
A: There is a label above this Q&A block made particularly for your convenience. You have probably missed it <3
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On tips and icebergs, or how do people screw up without realising it
Teloch
ಠ_ಠ
- Location
- The middle of nowhere
Though your body is bending
Under the load
There is nowhere to stop
Anywhere on this road
Lhasa de Sela - Anywhere on this road
~~~~~ 10th June 2017 ~~~~~
Under the load
There is nowhere to stop
Anywhere on this road
Lhasa de Sela - Anywhere on this road
~~~~~ 10th June 2017 ~~~~~
Heat, boredom, and tiredness – these were the three feeling accompanying you in the live queue to Canada's embassy reception office in Kiev, Ukraine. Five days ago, you received the results of your IELTS general test (with the proud C1 proficiency benchmark) which was the last thing required for you to kick off your Atlantic high-skilled worker pilot program participant application.
On your way to the designated building, you have noticed an ominous encryption "+35'c" side-scrolling through one of the electronic text advertisement boards, it was also horribly dry, but worst of all – the air was infested with the ungodly amounts of all-pervasive poplar fluff. Still, prolonged life in this country and your struggles chasing what you consider as your personal goals have tempered you into a rather stoic person. So, despite being in the middle of the circumstances that a more pampered individual would consider as nigh-unbearable, you weren't thinking about even mentally complaining about horrible weather, bureaucracy-induced stress, or the fact that you have spent almost four hours in the queue, doing nothing but scratching the damned fluff out of your ears and nostrils, ruthlessly terrorizing your budget-class smartphone, and eye-drilling anything that entered the corridor leading to the oh-so-desired by you and your comrades-in-misfortune office.
After about twenty minutes from your latest semi-disturbing thought that there is a slight probability of you failing to clear out all of the bureaucratic procedures in a single day, the electronic queue screen has finally displayed your credentials along with the ticket number. With the combined vigor of Engelbert and Lethalde of Turnai – the two crusader knights led by famous Godfrey of Bouillon, who were the first knights to set foot on the walls of Jerusalem during the siege's final assault on the night of July 14, 1099 – you stormed into the relatively tiny office inside which the course of your future life was ought to be redefined.
Or so you thought…
This metaphorical limbo to your new life overseas proved to be very welcoming in the contrast to the adjusted space where you have painfully sunk four hours of your lifespan: tidy room, working air conditioner, and a quite pretty female worker with wheat blonde hair and angelically warm smile. Shooing away your mental joke remark that "dying and going to heaven is much faster and transient than people tend to believe", you laid out a small carpet of separated papers that happens to be an assortment of your documents – from national passport and foreign passport to the latest language certificate and valid job invitation from an employer based in Nova Scotia (the story of getting which would fit for an ideal motivation video script) – on a table. For once in your lifetime things seemed to go smoothly: photocopies submitted, blanks filled, online profile and application created, requirements met. Seems like the last three years of your stubborn fight for your dream life was starting to come to its fruition phase, and the Valkyrie-like damsel would give you green lights on embarking to your personal Valhalla.
Yet, when you were already starting to imagine the far perspectives horizon, dreaming of how zealously you would perform your work duties, heroically rallying colleagues-to-be during unavoidable last-stand-like crunches, and boldly prowl hosting establishments during singles' only evenings, the somewhat sweet grin of the nord-esque lady slowly dissolved, possibly due to something that popped up on her work laptop's screen. It took her a few seconds to re-check something and to pick the right words.
"Mister Oleksii, I am afraid that I cannot finalize your application and redirect you to the second stage of the program," she spoke carefully, and before you can express your shock/frustration/anger via refusal to accept her statement/clarifying question/foul language-tier exclamation (or even disbelievingly filthy-lexical inquiry) she continued, "It is likely that you are well aware of the pilot nature of the program you are pursuing: it offers legal status and permanent visa to only two thousand applicants so far. The quota is rather limited due to the test nature of the program and because of the necessity to study its effectivity via analyzing performance of the first control group," she curled her face in apologetic grimace, "all your submissions are perfectly fine and in the different set of circumstances you would have already been forwarded to the stage of medical examination and legal profile check, but it appears that the last place within the quota was taken about two days ago – just before the weekend,"
You happen to have a grandfather on father's line who had been a military and then civil helicopter pilot before retiring to his pension. He participated in the Soviet – Afghan war and had his MI-24 downed in 1980. The story of how his rotary bird had been absolutely suddenly downed on its way back from a raid, above the zone supposedly controlled by the Democratic Republic of Afghanistan forces, followed by the very detailed and picturesque monologue of how it feels to survive a crash, leave the non-transportable and agonizing second pilot behind, and flee to the nearest known to you allied forces while disoriented, injured, and under armed ingrained deeply into your little head back at the time. And today, more than 37 years after that event, in absolutely different setting, the non-related turn of circumstances made you feel the depth of this "sudden $hit is the worst kind of $hit" tale on the absolutely different level of understanding. But! You would've been a foul grandson should you ignore the lesson of this story and refuse to make the best out of the worst situation, thus why, just like your gramps, no way in hell you backed down that easily.
"So, the Atlantic program is closed for this season and there is no way for me to not fail the employer that decided to hire me via this route. Correct?" you inquired with your rather low and little bit hoarse baritone, trying to squish her for some alternatives.
"Unfortunately, that is correct," she answered, changing in face slightly, "But that doesn't mean that there is no way for you to benefit our state in general and your employer in particular. Have you considered the Express Entry opportunity?" she asked with a forcedly sweet smile.
"Is it possible to participate in it with less than 12 500 CAD of proven funds?" you asked straight just to make her write this option off, knowing all well what would be the answer.
"That will be impossible," she answered with a small innocent shrug, staring expectantly, and offering no more solutions.
"Does that mean that the only way for me to invest my man-hours and human capital into your economy and society instead of any other is an ethereal prospect of getting a provincial nomination?" The question was clearly provocative (if not mocking), to which the madam squinted a bit and turned somewhat pensive. Or at least it looked that way.
"Considering your situation and personal case, there might still be an opportunity for you. Albeit a little… different from what you might have expected," she said, "what do you know about the extraspecies?"
Not that the question was hard or you didn't know anything on the matter (quite the opposite, considering that you gather, analyze, and handle information for a living), but the sheer surprise of it made you scratch your forehead and attempt to press the topic that added extra magnitude to the already insanely shaking world some five measly years ago into one coherent answer.
"Perhaps the greatest conspiracy that ever took place. Japan was the first to break the status-quo and to attempt to integrate them into human society in 2012. Some states are pro-extra and seek to make advantage of this change of the global agenda while some others –noticeably less developed - perceive 'extras' as an issue and blame everything from climate change to ever more frequent pandemics and growing infertility rates on them. A whole new global challenge in the age wherein extremism, refugee, cyber security, and social inequality calamities blaze as brightly as the Castle Bravo mushroom cloud. What does it have to do with my intention to change the primary place of residence though?" you inquired, already picking a couple of possible answers in your mind.
The blond lady pointed towards a screen display hanging on the wall. The screen lit up and began to retranslate something akin to a social commercial featuring cultural exchange, extraspecies caregiving, and social integration programs. Contrary to what you used to expect from non-commercial advertisement, some of them were quite qualitative.
"Canada has always been a welcoming home to everyone seeking a chance at better life, and we are proud of our hospitality and progressive views that result in high annual prosperity indexes and our presence in the top ten countries ranked by the expected level of life," the lass replied almost akin to the narrators in the advertisements you just saw, "that is result of our cultural and social policies. Just as you mentioned before, the more developed states are now implementing their strategies of harmonious extraspecies representatives integration into the weave of the general human populace. The process is difficult and challenging at times due to the extremely high variety of non-human species as well as their differing behavioral peculiarities. However, the success promises to satiate the growing workforce demand that we are experiencing due to the latest economic structure paradigm shift, and to mitigate the issues of low population density in some regions and over urbanization in others"
"As well as tighten control over the northern territories, just in case if the jurisdiction clashes over Arctica do happen," you added impatiently, to which the madam raised a brow ever so slightly as if remarking something internally before continuing.
"Indeed. Our previous programs have an effect, but the government is searching for ways to expand the success via providing foreign non-humans governmental support in moving in and finding their social niche. This program is the somewhat modified reiteration of the state's early practice of providing citizenship and land plots to all families and groups that were able to work on it. Currently, the goal is to compose test groups of extraspecies coordinated by humans, to study the ways the participants interact within and beyond them, to measure what social and economic impact such groups may bring, and gain an insight on further policy-making steps basing on the retrieved information. This is why we are searching for apt human immigrants with cosmopolitan views as well as high xeno tolerance. In addition to undergoing their regular jobs, they will receive governmental support and legal status in return of living with the assigned groups and undertaking social activities aimed to supervise and direct them. Judging by your background and travel history, you might be the right candidate, so I ask if you would like to consider this option, which would allow you to move in and live legally, to attend the job you secured, and to receive habitual spendings reimbursement in return of coordinating a group of species most fascinating"
Now, this was the absolutely different kind of surprise. To babysit non-humans (aka monsters)? You fell silent for a minute, chewing on this bit of data. For one hand, you really wanted to finally break free from the unfavorable circumstances that surrounded you for almost entire life; for the other hand, you did not know what to expect should you mount this responsibility on your shoulders. Your experience of interacting with extraspecies was limited to a random but frightful encounter in your very early childhood, that's about it. In the land where you lived, non-humans were very scarce, represented mostly by the werefolk, undead, and merfolk (descending in the mentioned order), so you were only able to hear local legends and rumors of sightings, to which you never gave much attention or even elemental trust.
This offer was all about taking additional risks in order to leave your homeostasis zone, but, in the end, it was exactly what you came for, wasn't it? After a deep sigh, you finally said, "Write me in… er…" and stumbled because until now, you haven't paid attention to the table tablet bearing the name of the person you were talking to for all this time, and you not even bothered to ask for her name! "Ma'am Taylor," you finally finished after an embarrassing pause.
Thankfully, Miss Monica Taylor wasn't bothered by that, and so she cheerfully printed you a few writs, a couple of instructions, and a long list of directions where else to submit your documents and to take check-ups. In addition to that, she made a photo of yourbitchface (which happened to look like a black-haired, more tired, and significantly grumpier version of Jensen Ackles) and took about half a dozen of your hand signs on various blanks before giving you the green light to proceed to the second phase of your slightly derailed odyssey.
When the time came for you to leave the room, you could swear that the people that accompanied you in the queue earlier now glared at you with the unhidden intent to snap your neck and violate your corpse for taking so long. This simple realization added some extra velocity to your frame on its way from the building. And when you have finally left it, the urban scene filled with crowds of sweaty people hurrying from their jobs as well as clouds of the thrice-damned poplar fluff torturing each end every sentient lifeform. Although, it wasn't bothering you at all. The only things that mattered were a) you did it (even if with the deviations from the original plan), b) you now have a butt-ton of examinations to proceed and questionaries to fill, c) you needed to rent a hostel room for a night or two, because most of the institutions you needed to contact or visit were unreachable from your hometown.
On your way to the designated building, you have noticed an ominous encryption "+35'c" side-scrolling through one of the electronic text advertisement boards, it was also horribly dry, but worst of all – the air was infested with the ungodly amounts of all-pervasive poplar fluff. Still, prolonged life in this country and your struggles chasing what you consider as your personal goals have tempered you into a rather stoic person. So, despite being in the middle of the circumstances that a more pampered individual would consider as nigh-unbearable, you weren't thinking about even mentally complaining about horrible weather, bureaucracy-induced stress, or the fact that you have spent almost four hours in the queue, doing nothing but scratching the damned fluff out of your ears and nostrils, ruthlessly terrorizing your budget-class smartphone, and eye-drilling anything that entered the corridor leading to the oh-so-desired by you and your comrades-in-misfortune office.
After about twenty minutes from your latest semi-disturbing thought that there is a slight probability of you failing to clear out all of the bureaucratic procedures in a single day, the electronic queue screen has finally displayed your credentials along with the ticket number. With the combined vigor of Engelbert and Lethalde of Turnai – the two crusader knights led by famous Godfrey of Bouillon, who were the first knights to set foot on the walls of Jerusalem during the siege's final assault on the night of July 14, 1099 – you stormed into the relatively tiny office inside which the course of your future life was ought to be redefined.
Or so you thought…
This metaphorical limbo to your new life overseas proved to be very welcoming in the contrast to the adjusted space where you have painfully sunk four hours of your lifespan: tidy room, working air conditioner, and a quite pretty female worker with wheat blonde hair and angelically warm smile. Shooing away your mental joke remark that "dying and going to heaven is much faster and transient than people tend to believe", you laid out a small carpet of separated papers that happens to be an assortment of your documents – from national passport and foreign passport to the latest language certificate and valid job invitation from an employer based in Nova Scotia (the story of getting which would fit for an ideal motivation video script) – on a table. For once in your lifetime things seemed to go smoothly: photocopies submitted, blanks filled, online profile and application created, requirements met. Seems like the last three years of your stubborn fight for your dream life was starting to come to its fruition phase, and the Valkyrie-like damsel would give you green lights on embarking to your personal Valhalla.
Yet, when you were already starting to imagine the far perspectives horizon, dreaming of how zealously you would perform your work duties, heroically rallying colleagues-to-be during unavoidable last-stand-like crunches, and boldly prowl hosting establishments during singles' only evenings, the somewhat sweet grin of the nord-esque lady slowly dissolved, possibly due to something that popped up on her work laptop's screen. It took her a few seconds to re-check something and to pick the right words.
"Mister Oleksii, I am afraid that I cannot finalize your application and redirect you to the second stage of the program," she spoke carefully, and before you can express your shock/frustration/anger via refusal to accept her statement/clarifying question/foul language-tier exclamation (or even disbelievingly filthy-lexical inquiry) she continued, "It is likely that you are well aware of the pilot nature of the program you are pursuing: it offers legal status and permanent visa to only two thousand applicants so far. The quota is rather limited due to the test nature of the program and because of the necessity to study its effectivity via analyzing performance of the first control group," she curled her face in apologetic grimace, "all your submissions are perfectly fine and in the different set of circumstances you would have already been forwarded to the stage of medical examination and legal profile check, but it appears that the last place within the quota was taken about two days ago – just before the weekend,"
You happen to have a grandfather on father's line who had been a military and then civil helicopter pilot before retiring to his pension. He participated in the Soviet – Afghan war and had his MI-24 downed in 1980. The story of how his rotary bird had been absolutely suddenly downed on its way back from a raid, above the zone supposedly controlled by the Democratic Republic of Afghanistan forces, followed by the very detailed and picturesque monologue of how it feels to survive a crash, leave the non-transportable and agonizing second pilot behind, and flee to the nearest known to you allied forces while disoriented, injured, and under armed ingrained deeply into your little head back at the time. And today, more than 37 years after that event, in absolutely different setting, the non-related turn of circumstances made you feel the depth of this "sudden $hit is the worst kind of $hit" tale on the absolutely different level of understanding. But! You would've been a foul grandson should you ignore the lesson of this story and refuse to make the best out of the worst situation, thus why, just like your gramps, no way in hell you backed down that easily.
"So, the Atlantic program is closed for this season and there is no way for me to not fail the employer that decided to hire me via this route. Correct?" you inquired with your rather low and little bit hoarse baritone, trying to squish her for some alternatives.
"Unfortunately, that is correct," she answered, changing in face slightly, "But that doesn't mean that there is no way for you to benefit our state in general and your employer in particular. Have you considered the Express Entry opportunity?" she asked with a forcedly sweet smile.
"Is it possible to participate in it with less than 12 500 CAD of proven funds?" you asked straight just to make her write this option off, knowing all well what would be the answer.
"That will be impossible," she answered with a small innocent shrug, staring expectantly, and offering no more solutions.
"Does that mean that the only way for me to invest my man-hours and human capital into your economy and society instead of any other is an ethereal prospect of getting a provincial nomination?" The question was clearly provocative (if not mocking), to which the madam squinted a bit and turned somewhat pensive. Or at least it looked that way.
"Considering your situation and personal case, there might still be an opportunity for you. Albeit a little… different from what you might have expected," she said, "what do you know about the extraspecies?"
Not that the question was hard or you didn't know anything on the matter (quite the opposite, considering that you gather, analyze, and handle information for a living), but the sheer surprise of it made you scratch your forehead and attempt to press the topic that added extra magnitude to the already insanely shaking world some five measly years ago into one coherent answer.
"Perhaps the greatest conspiracy that ever took place. Japan was the first to break the status-quo and to attempt to integrate them into human society in 2012. Some states are pro-extra and seek to make advantage of this change of the global agenda while some others –noticeably less developed - perceive 'extras' as an issue and blame everything from climate change to ever more frequent pandemics and growing infertility rates on them. A whole new global challenge in the age wherein extremism, refugee, cyber security, and social inequality calamities blaze as brightly as the Castle Bravo mushroom cloud. What does it have to do with my intention to change the primary place of residence though?" you inquired, already picking a couple of possible answers in your mind.
The blond lady pointed towards a screen display hanging on the wall. The screen lit up and began to retranslate something akin to a social commercial featuring cultural exchange, extraspecies caregiving, and social integration programs. Contrary to what you used to expect from non-commercial advertisement, some of them were quite qualitative.
"Canada has always been a welcoming home to everyone seeking a chance at better life, and we are proud of our hospitality and progressive views that result in high annual prosperity indexes and our presence in the top ten countries ranked by the expected level of life," the lass replied almost akin to the narrators in the advertisements you just saw, "that is result of our cultural and social policies. Just as you mentioned before, the more developed states are now implementing their strategies of harmonious extraspecies representatives integration into the weave of the general human populace. The process is difficult and challenging at times due to the extremely high variety of non-human species as well as their differing behavioral peculiarities. However, the success promises to satiate the growing workforce demand that we are experiencing due to the latest economic structure paradigm shift, and to mitigate the issues of low population density in some regions and over urbanization in others"
"As well as tighten control over the northern territories, just in case if the jurisdiction clashes over Arctica do happen," you added impatiently, to which the madam raised a brow ever so slightly as if remarking something internally before continuing.
"Indeed. Our previous programs have an effect, but the government is searching for ways to expand the success via providing foreign non-humans governmental support in moving in and finding their social niche. This program is the somewhat modified reiteration of the state's early practice of providing citizenship and land plots to all families and groups that were able to work on it. Currently, the goal is to compose test groups of extraspecies coordinated by humans, to study the ways the participants interact within and beyond them, to measure what social and economic impact such groups may bring, and gain an insight on further policy-making steps basing on the retrieved information. This is why we are searching for apt human immigrants with cosmopolitan views as well as high xeno tolerance. In addition to undergoing their regular jobs, they will receive governmental support and legal status in return of living with the assigned groups and undertaking social activities aimed to supervise and direct them. Judging by your background and travel history, you might be the right candidate, so I ask if you would like to consider this option, which would allow you to move in and live legally, to attend the job you secured, and to receive habitual spendings reimbursement in return of coordinating a group of species most fascinating"
Now, this was the absolutely different kind of surprise. To babysit non-humans (aka monsters)? You fell silent for a minute, chewing on this bit of data. For one hand, you really wanted to finally break free from the unfavorable circumstances that surrounded you for almost entire life; for the other hand, you did not know what to expect should you mount this responsibility on your shoulders. Your experience of interacting with extraspecies was limited to a random but frightful encounter in your very early childhood, that's about it. In the land where you lived, non-humans were very scarce, represented mostly by the werefolk, undead, and merfolk (descending in the mentioned order), so you were only able to hear local legends and rumors of sightings, to which you never gave much attention or even elemental trust.
This offer was all about taking additional risks in order to leave your homeostasis zone, but, in the end, it was exactly what you came for, wasn't it? After a deep sigh, you finally said, "Write me in… er…" and stumbled because until now, you haven't paid attention to the table tablet bearing the name of the person you were talking to for all this time, and you not even bothered to ask for her name! "Ma'am Taylor," you finally finished after an embarrassing pause.
Thankfully, Miss Monica Taylor wasn't bothered by that, and so she cheerfully printed you a few writs, a couple of instructions, and a long list of directions where else to submit your documents and to take check-ups. In addition to that, she made a photo of your
When the time came for you to leave the room, you could swear that the people that accompanied you in the queue earlier now glared at you with the unhidden intent to snap your neck and violate your corpse for taking so long. This simple realization added some extra velocity to your frame on its way from the building. And when you have finally left it, the urban scene filled with crowds of sweaty people hurrying from their jobs as well as clouds of the thrice-damned poplar fluff torturing each end every sentient lifeform. Although, it wasn't bothering you at all. The only things that mattered were a) you did it (even if with the deviations from the original plan), b) you now have a butt-ton of examinations to proceed and questionaries to fill, c) you needed to rent a hostel room for a night or two, because most of the institutions you needed to contact or visit were unreachable from your hometown.
Maybe it was because of your cynism or the way Ms. Taylor held herself, but besides feeling relieved, you could feel a very tiny, irrationally paranoid suspicion that this whole "too late drama" might have been organized solely to lure you into the program.
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Picking named bullets for a target
Teloch
ಠ_ಠ
- Location
- The middle of nowhere
~~~~~ 12th June 2017 ~~~~~
A female human functionary of the Canadian extraspecies office was enjoying her lunch break with the reddish hair bun loosened, legs folded on the table, a half-eaten footlong sandwich in the left hand, and a smartphone in the right one. Clearly, she was enjoying her time in a manner that would make her colleagues raise brows if only they weren't already accustomed with the demeanor of this person. She was lazily live-chatting with someone while slowly devouring the piece of healthy food ideology infidelity clutched in her left hand.
McNamara:
So how're things on the other
side of the world? Did you grow
to like the Intermarum region
by now?
Taylor:
For one hand, the purchasing
power parity is on my side, so
I can trash dollars and feel like
a Saudi Raja.
For one hand, the purchasing
power parity is on my side, so
I can trash dollars and feel like
a Saudi Raja.
McNamara:
But?
But?
Taylor:
The place is as heated as Ankara
right now, the locals are… as
specific as always, and if I give you
my full feedback via this
unsecured channel, I'd have my
rear grilled, spiced and served
to me in a couple of days
because of diplomatic scandal, so
let's stop at that.
The place is as heated as Ankara
right now, the locals are… as
specific as always, and if I give you
my full feedback via this
unsecured channel, I'd have my
rear grilled, spiced and served
to me in a couple of days
because of diplomatic scandal, so
let's stop at that.
McNamara:
Suuure sis There is a nice
new sandwich cafe opened
nearby our office a week ago.
We could hang out there and
hear out your story when
you return
Suuure sis
There is a nicenew sandwich cafe opened
nearby our office a week ago.
We could hang out there and
hear out your story when
you return
Taylor:
I swear I could kill for a juicy
croque-monsieur right now…
I swear I could kill for a juicy
croque-monsieur right now…
McNamara:
Oops, sorry :X
BTW, when's your rotation?
Oops, sorry :X
BTW, when's your rotation?
Taylor:
This year's early October. Might
get a slight slack in case if the
big shots would finally recognize
my service record.
Speaking of, have you already
processed the latest applicant's
case I sent your way?
This year's early October. Might
get a slight slack in case if the
big shots would finally recognize
my service record.
Speaking of, have you already
processed the latest applicant's
case I sent your way?
McNamara:
The data analyst dude with a strange
family name and a job offer in Bedford?
Just glanced through it. I was kinda busy
with the other participant's case: the
poor bastard got stabbed by the
scorpion Arachne from his group. The
group says it was an accident during
living space cleaning.
The data analyst dude with a strange
family name and a job offer in Bedford?
Just glanced through it. I was kinda busy
with the other participant's case: the
poor bastard got stabbed by the
scorpion Arachne from his group. The
group says it was an accident during
living space cleaning.
Taylor:
Not sure I want to know the
details…
Not sure I want to know the
details…
McNamara:
Of course you don't! I had to manage
that mess. Thankfully, after some blood
transfusion, the chances are the sod
will live XD
Of course you don't! I had to manage
that mess. Thankfully, after some blood
transfusion, the chances are the sod
will live XD
Taylor:
…
…
McNamara:
Anyway, just for you, I'm gonna process
this fresh meat right now. Hold in there
princess, and remember - this autumn,
welcome party, and sandwiches.
Anyway, just for you, I'm gonna process
this fresh meat right now. Hold in there
princess, and remember - this autumn,
welcome party, and sandwiches.
Taylor:
Rawr~. And thank you
Rawr~. And thank you
McNamara:
xoxo
xoxo
And so, after nurturing her urge for communication, Rachel McNamara grasped the remnants of the burger in one's teeth while digging her relatively messy workplace in search of her list of extraspecies types pending for program participation. She opened the electronic application of the "data analyst dude with a strange family name",Full name: Oleksii Kovalenko
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Nationality: Ukraine
Biometrics:
Height: 176 cm; Weight: 85 kg; Somatotype: 3-5-1; Phenotype: Gorid / North Pontid hybrid with minor West Turanid influence; Blood type: 0+;
Comments: physically active and sturdy, slightly slower than average metabolism, weak liver and pancreas, medical history mentions a couple of minor head concussions, has marks of minor burns and light injuries, no history of bone fractures or maiming traumas.
SHOULD NOT BE SETTLED WITH POISONOUS /ACIDIC SPECIES
CAN BE SETTLED WITH DECUMAN SPECIES
Psychometrics:
IQ score: 145; Personality type: LSI-se (ISTJ-t)
Comments: rational, calculating, judging, sets high emotional distance with strangers, mildly suspicious, responsive to emotional stimuli, lawful, decisive, turbulent.
RECOMMENDED TO BE SETTLED WITH AT LEAST ONE ANTHROPOID SPECIMEN
Trivia:
Marital status: single; number of children: 0; number of individuals under care: 0.
Education level: master of science (business).
Work experience: from four to five years.
Work status: moving to a new job.
Comments: has a minor record of supporting NGO's, engages sports and has a grade in rifle shooting; apt in self-defense; travel record mentions visiting six countries; work invitation and resume are in attachments.
TO BE SETTLED WITHIN SPECIFIED LOCATION
SETTLING WITH THE SPECIES THAT REQUIRE EXTRA CARE IS NOT RECOMMENDED
Personal profile summary:
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Nationality: Ukraine
Biometrics:
Height: 176 cm; Weight: 85 kg; Somatotype: 3-5-1; Phenotype: Gorid / North Pontid hybrid with minor West Turanid influence; Blood type: 0+;
Comments: physically active and sturdy, slightly slower than average metabolism, weak liver and pancreas, medical history mentions a couple of minor head concussions, has marks of minor burns and light injuries, no history of bone fractures or maiming traumas.
SHOULD NOT BE SETTLED WITH POISONOUS /ACIDIC SPECIES
CAN BE SETTLED WITH DECUMAN SPECIES
Psychometrics:
IQ score: 145; Personality type: LSI-se (ISTJ-t)
Comments: rational, calculating, judging, sets high emotional distance with strangers, mildly suspicious, responsive to emotional stimuli, lawful, decisive, turbulent.
RECOMMENDED TO BE SETTLED WITH AT LEAST ONE ANTHROPOID SPECIMEN
Trivia:
Marital status: single; number of children: 0; number of individuals under care: 0.
Education level: master of science (business).
Work experience: from four to five years.
Work status: moving to a new job.
Comments: has a minor record of supporting NGO's, engages sports and has a grade in rifle shooting; apt in self-defense; travel record mentions visiting six countries; work invitation and resume are in attachments.
TO BE SETTLED WITHIN SPECIFIED LOCATION
SETTLING WITH THE SPECIES THAT REQUIRE EXTRA CARE IS NOT RECOMMENDED
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With a mouth full of bread and ham, Rachel attempted to laugh, albeit the resulting sound was more akin some particularly merry snort. Then, she finally swallowed the last of her scoff, sipped some unidentified liquid from the cup adorned with the "YOUR TEARS" docket, and mumbled to herself: "looks like we have a 'Sergeant Bricks' case here. I wonder against whom we're gonna tenderize him…"
With these words, she folded her legs and took the list with species types and her own comments (it would be technically correct to say that she took the list with her comments and some extraspecies types articles)
Anthropoids: basically, why are they called monsters at all? I've seen cosplayers more monstrous than them
[] Angel – varying personalities, lawful and virtuous, hierarchal, capable of flight, some have healing or other abilities and almost always as boring as my grandmas family meetings
[] Demon – varying personalities, cunning and self-centered, hierarchal, capable of flight, some have hypnosis, conjuring, and other abilities sleek things. I always knew that movie actors and lawyers are equal to hellspawn!
[] Valkyrie – varying personalities, always females, forceful, capable of flight, often with strong characters, physically powerful, disciplined hue hue hue. If only there were more of them, the world would've been converted into a global matriarchy. Seriously: DEM BALLZ!
[] Muse – varying personalities, always females, ethereal and creative, often nocturnal drama queens suffering on severe hypersomnia and mild snobbism
Lamias: sneks with tits!
[] Standard lamia – always females, cold-blooded, strong, paralyzing gaze, passionate and jealous about human males weebs and NEETs tend to compete for these like moose and then sprinkle drool and other bodily fluids all around
[] Gorgon – always females, cold-blooded, strong, paralyzing gaze, often reserved and introversive, usually highly intelligent and I thought my hair is a disaster
[] Apophis – always females, cold-blooded, arid dwelling, strong, with potent poison, often egoistic and possessive, some have the power of hypnosis, passionate and jealous about human males. YOUR CRUEL DEVICE, YOUR BLOOD LIKE ICE. ONE LOOK COULD KILL, MY PAIN YOUR THRILL~
[] Naga – an Asian subspecies of Lamia, females only, naval, can breathe under water, dwell near aquatic bodies, cold-blooded yet somewhat cold resistant, strong, passionate and jealous about human males the big-titted snek enlisted to navy!
Dragonkin: BIG SNEKS!!!
[] Dragonewt – varying personalities that seem to depend on their biom of origin, cold-blooded, extremely powerful, capable of flight, may or may not have spitting glands that produce flammable or other compounds, often arrogant, possessive, and quite smart, usually very suspicious. the heavy cavalry of the extraspecies. Don't like them that much tho: they tend to behave like overpowered spoiled brats of rich parents
[] Ryu – Asian subtype of dragons, lamia-like body structure, cold-blooded, extremely powerful, possess a wide range of abilities including limited weather control, prefer humid environ, perfect swimmers, often calm, polite, and refined, perhaps the least violent of the dragon type but still very possessive, usually very intelligent. Seeing their temper, either they or the regular dragonewt were the ones adopted
[] Wurm – European type of wingless dragons, lamia-like body structure, cold-blooded, extremely powerful, usually possess spitting glands that produce flammable or other compounds, not as arrogant as the standard dragonewt but commonly very territorial and possessive, usually very stubborn. WELP, these are the living trains. And they eat n' shit that much as well.
[] Jabberwock – a very rare subspecies of dragons, cold-blooded, extremely powerful, capable of flight, sometimes possess some abilities from a very wide range, usually possess a very peculiar and unstable temper, surprisingly playful and sometimes mischievous, unpredictable and whimsical, but as possessive as all dragonkin types. IMO the best kind of the big sneks. You'd never get bored around these. All you need to survive them is just a little bit of luck and caution
Birdmen: who the f**k wrote that? They are all females! Birdwomen, dammit!
[] Standard harpy – females only; mobile, active, and simple; they live in tribes and said to have a sort of hierarchy within the wide species family. Have issues seeing at night, but their perceptions, as well as behavior and diet, vary sharply from one subtype to another. Perpetual kids who can lay eggs at the very least (in contrast with actual kids).
[] Raven harpies – females only; also called the "black harpies", the most intelligent of the birdman family, very collectivistic and cunning, territorial, can turn aggressive if threatened, protective of their packs. I wonder what would Eddy A. Poe write should he see one of these.
[] Thunderbirds – rare birdman, supposedly females only, individualistic, and often ferocious, they have a personal static field, hence the name; can jam electric devices; highly territorial; extremely vigorous. SOUND OF THE DRUMS, BEATIN IN MY HEART. THE THUNDER OF GUNS, TORE ME APART~
Beastmen: just people with some animal bits and funny characters
[] Centaur – half-equidae; personalities vary somewhat; herbivorous yet relatively violent, hierarchal and collectivistic, quite strong physically, not dangerous unless provoked, possess a quasi-culture. Eh. Just people with horses stuck up their asses
[] Minotaur – half-artiodactyls; personalities vary contrary to the myths depicting them exclusively violent; herbivorous, the level of individualism or collectivism varies with subspecies, very strong and endurant, their senses are sometimes dulled Never ask them if they got milk. That upsets them immensely
[] Jinko – half-tiger, carnivorous, varying personalities but usually individualistic and territorial; contrary to the popular belief, they are not very violent; often cunning and somewhat lazy, strong and very agile just like any felines, possess sharpened senses, they seem to have the heightened psychological connection to the moon phases. I WANNA HEAR THEM PURRR!!! >_<
[] Inari – half-fox, omnivorous, personalities vary but more often than not they are clever, cunning, and playful; not physically imposing but believed to have some additional capabilities such as unnatural foresight or telekinesis. Another species that makes weebs fight like roosters for the right to host one of these (and they are cute. Really really cute)
Bugmen: EEEW!
[] Arachne – half-spiders, personalities vary depending on the subspecies and within families, usually quite clever, some tend to be very possessive, very mobile, some subspecies are capable of weaving silk, often nocturnal, possess sharpened senses, some subspecies may be poisonous. Not the prettiest sight out there, but damn me if they're not one of the most practical extras.
[] Soldier beetle – half-beetles, herbivorous, extremely strong and endurant, not very mobile, can accelerate themselves with the wings they have, possess extremely heavy chitinous shells, territorial, rather simple and docile, harmless unless provoked. The one I saw was twice as sturdy and heavy as a Volkswagen with the same name!
((choose up to six various options regardless of the type))
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- Location
- St. Petersburg
Err... We don't know how many options we should choose. Or did I miss it?
Normally I'd think it means 'one', but then
Normally I'd think it means 'one', but then
it says 'at least one'.
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Teloch
ಠ_ಠ
- Location
- The middle of nowhere
- Location
- St. Petersburg
[x] Demon – varying personalities, cunning and self-centered, hierarchal, capable of flight, some have hypnosis, conjuring, and other abilities sleek things. I always knew that movie actors and lawyers are equal to hellspawn!
[x] Muse – varying personalities, always females, ethereal and creative, often nocturnal drama queens suffering on severe hypersomnia and mild snobbism
[x] Naga – an Asian subspecies of Lamia, females only, naval, can breathe under water, dwell near aquatic bodies, cold-blooded yet somewhat cold resistant, strong, passionate and jealous about human males the big-titted snek enlisted to navy!
[x] Jabberwock – a very rare subspecies of dragons, cold-blooded, extremely powerful, capable of flight, sometimes possess some abilities from a very wide range, usually possess a very peculiar and unstable temper, surprisingly playful and sometimes mischievous, unpredictable and whimsical, but as possessive as all dragonkin types. IMO the best kind of the big sneks. You'd never get bored around these. All you need to survive them is just a little bit of luck and caution
[x] Thunderbirds – rare birdman, supposedly females only, individualistic, and often ferocious, they have a personal static field, hence the name; can jam electric devices; highly territorial; extremely vigorous. SOUND OF THE DRUMS, BEATIN IN MY HEART. THE THUNDER OF GUNS, TORE ME APART~
[x] Inari – half-fox, omnivorous, personalities vary but more often than not they are clever, cunning, and playful; not physically imposing but believed to have some additional capabilities such as unnatural foresight or telekinesis. Another species that makes weebs fight like roosters for the right to host one of these (and they are cute. Really really cute)
[x] Muse – varying personalities, always females, ethereal and creative, often nocturnal drama queens suffering on severe hypersomnia and mild snobbism
[x] Naga – an Asian subspecies of Lamia, females only, naval, can breathe under water, dwell near aquatic bodies, cold-blooded yet somewhat cold resistant, strong, passionate and jealous about human males the big-titted snek enlisted to navy!
[x] Jabberwock – a very rare subspecies of dragons, cold-blooded, extremely powerful, capable of flight, sometimes possess some abilities from a very wide range, usually possess a very peculiar and unstable temper, surprisingly playful and sometimes mischievous, unpredictable and whimsical, but as possessive as all dragonkin types. IMO the best kind of the big sneks. You'd never get bored around these. All you need to survive them is just a little bit of luck and caution
[x] Thunderbirds – rare birdman, supposedly females only, individualistic, and often ferocious, they have a personal static field, hence the name; can jam electric devices; highly territorial; extremely vigorous. SOUND OF THE DRUMS, BEATIN IN MY HEART. THE THUNDER OF GUNS, TORE ME APART~
[x] Inari – half-fox, omnivorous, personalities vary but more often than not they are clever, cunning, and playful; not physically imposing but believed to have some additional capabilities such as unnatural foresight or telekinesis. Another species that makes weebs fight like roosters for the right to host one of these (and they are cute. Really really cute)
[X] Angel – varying personalities, lawful and virtuous, hierarchal, capable of flight, some have healing or other abilities and almost always as boring as my grandmas family meetings
[X] Gorgon – always females, cold-blooded, strong, paralyzing gaze, often reserved and introversive, usually highly intelligent and I thought my hair is a disaster
[X] Ryu – Asian subtype of dragons, lamia-like body structure, cold-blooded, extremely powerful, possess a wide range of abilities including limited weather control, prefer humid environ, perfect swimmers, often calm, polite, and refined, perhaps the least violent of the dragon type but still very possessive, usually very intelligent. Seeing their temper, either they or the regular dragonewt were the ones adopted
[X] Thunderbirds – rare birdman, supposedly females only, individualistic, and often ferocious, they have a personal static field, hence the name; can jam electric devices; highly territorial; extremely vigorous. SOUND OF THE DRUMS, BEATIN IN MY HEART. THE THUNDER OF GUNS, TORE ME APART~
[X] Inari – half-fox, omnivorous, personalities vary but more often than not they are clever, cunning, and playful; not physically imposing but believed to have some additional capabilities such as unnatural foresight or telekinesis. Another species that makes weebs fight like roosters for the right to host one of these (and they are cute. Really really cute)
[X] Arachne – half-spiders, personalities vary depending on the subspecies and within families, usually quite clever, some tend to be very possessive, very mobile, some subspecies are capable of weaving silk, often nocturnal, possess sharpened senses, some subspecies may be poisonous. Not the prettiest sight out there, but damn me if they're not one of the most practical extras.
Every single one associated with one or more divinities.
[X] Gorgon – always females, cold-blooded, strong, paralyzing gaze, often reserved and introversive, usually highly intelligent and I thought my hair is a disaster
[X] Ryu – Asian subtype of dragons, lamia-like body structure, cold-blooded, extremely powerful, possess a wide range of abilities including limited weather control, prefer humid environ, perfect swimmers, often calm, polite, and refined, perhaps the least violent of the dragon type but still very possessive, usually very intelligent. Seeing their temper, either they or the regular dragonewt were the ones adopted
[X] Thunderbirds – rare birdman, supposedly females only, individualistic, and often ferocious, they have a personal static field, hence the name; can jam electric devices; highly territorial; extremely vigorous. SOUND OF THE DRUMS, BEATIN IN MY HEART. THE THUNDER OF GUNS, TORE ME APART~
[X] Inari – half-fox, omnivorous, personalities vary but more often than not they are clever, cunning, and playful; not physically imposing but believed to have some additional capabilities such as unnatural foresight or telekinesis. Another species that makes weebs fight like roosters for the right to host one of these (and they are cute. Really really cute)
[X] Arachne – half-spiders, personalities vary depending on the subspecies and within families, usually quite clever, some tend to be very possessive, very mobile, some subspecies are capable of weaving silk, often nocturnal, possess sharpened senses, some subspecies may be poisonous. Not the prettiest sight out there, but damn me if they're not one of the most practical extras.
Every single one associated with one or more divinities.
Teloch
ಠ_ಠ
- Location
- The middle of nowhere
may lead to someones trouble finding enough space for all those shrines
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[X] Angel – varying personalities, lawful and virtuous, hierarchal, capable of flight, some have healing or other abilities and almost always as boring as my grandmas family meetings
[X] Gorgon – always females, cold-blooded, strong, paralyzing gaze, often reserved and introversive, usually highly intelligent and I thought my hair is a disaster
[X] Ryu – Asian subtype of dragons, lamia-like body structure, cold-blooded, extremely powerful, possess a wide range of abilities including limited weather control, prefer humid environ, perfect swimmers, often calm, polite, and refined, perhaps the least violent of the dragon type but still very possessive, usually very intelligent. Seeing their temper, either they or the regular dragonewt were the ones adopted
[X] Thunderbirds – rare birdman, supposedly females only, individualistic, and often ferocious, they have a personal static field, hence the name; can jam electric devices; highly territorial; extremely vigorous. SOUND OF THE DRUMS, BEATIN IN MY HEART. THE THUNDER OF GUNS, TORE ME APART~
[X] Inari – half-fox, omnivorous, personalities vary but more often than not they are clever, cunning, and playful; not physically imposing but believed to have some additional capabilities such as unnatural foresight or telekinesis. Another species that makes weebs fight like roosters for the right to host one of these (and they are cute. Really really cute)
[X] Arachne – half-spiders, personalities vary depending on the subspecies and within families, usually quite clever, some tend to be very possessive, very mobile, some subspecies are capable of weaving silk, often nocturnal, possess sharpened senses, some subspecies may be poisonous. Not the prettiest sight out there, but damn me if they're not one of the most practical extras.
[X] Gorgon – always females, cold-blooded, strong, paralyzing gaze, often reserved and introversive, usually highly intelligent and I thought my hair is a disaster
[X] Ryu – Asian subtype of dragons, lamia-like body structure, cold-blooded, extremely powerful, possess a wide range of abilities including limited weather control, prefer humid environ, perfect swimmers, often calm, polite, and refined, perhaps the least violent of the dragon type but still very possessive, usually very intelligent. Seeing their temper, either they or the regular dragonewt were the ones adopted
[X] Thunderbirds – rare birdman, supposedly females only, individualistic, and often ferocious, they have a personal static field, hence the name; can jam electric devices; highly territorial; extremely vigorous. SOUND OF THE DRUMS, BEATIN IN MY HEART. THE THUNDER OF GUNS, TORE ME APART~
[X] Inari – half-fox, omnivorous, personalities vary but more often than not they are clever, cunning, and playful; not physically imposing but believed to have some additional capabilities such as unnatural foresight or telekinesis. Another species that makes weebs fight like roosters for the right to host one of these (and they are cute. Really really cute)
[X] Arachne – half-spiders, personalities vary depending on the subspecies and within families, usually quite clever, some tend to be very possessive, very mobile, some subspecies are capable of weaving silk, often nocturnal, possess sharpened senses, some subspecies may be poisonous. Not the prettiest sight out there, but damn me if they're not one of the most practical extras.
- Location
- italy bologna
[x] Demon – varying personalities, cunning and self-centered, hierarchal, capable of flight, some have hypnosis, conjuring, and other abilities sleek things. I always knew that movie actors and lawyers are equal to hellspawn!
[x] Muse – varying personalities, always females, ethereal and creative, often nocturnal drama queens suffering on severe hypersomnia and mild snobbism
[x] Naga – an Asian subspecies of Lamia, females only, naval, can breathe under water, dwell near aquatic bodies, cold-blooded yet somewhat cold resistant, strong, passionate and jealous about human males the big-titted snek enlisted to navy!
[x] Jabberwock – a very rare subspecies of dragons, cold-blooded, extremely powerful, capable of flight, sometimes possess some abilities from a very wide range, usually possess a very peculiar and unstable temper, surprisingly playful and sometimes mischievous, unpredictable and whimsical, but as possessive as all dragonkin types. IMO the best kind of the big sneks. You'd never get bored around these. All you need to survive them is just a little bit of luck and caution
[x] Thunderbirds – rare birdman, supposedly females only, individualistic, and often ferocious, they have a personal static field, hence the name; can jam electric devices; highly territorial; extremely vigorous. SOUND OF THE DRUMS, BEATIN IN MY HEART. THE THUNDER OF GUNS, TORE ME APART~
[x] Inari – half-fox, omnivorous, personalities vary but more often than not they are clever, cunning, and playful; not physically imposing but believed to have some additional capabilities such as unnatural foresight or telekinesis. Another species that makes weebs fight like roosters for the right to host one of these (and they are cute. Really really cute)
[x] Muse – varying personalities, always females, ethereal and creative, often nocturnal drama queens suffering on severe hypersomnia and mild snobbism
[x] Naga – an Asian subspecies of Lamia, females only, naval, can breathe under water, dwell near aquatic bodies, cold-blooded yet somewhat cold resistant, strong, passionate and jealous about human males the big-titted snek enlisted to navy!
[x] Jabberwock – a very rare subspecies of dragons, cold-blooded, extremely powerful, capable of flight, sometimes possess some abilities from a very wide range, usually possess a very peculiar and unstable temper, surprisingly playful and sometimes mischievous, unpredictable and whimsical, but as possessive as all dragonkin types. IMO the best kind of the big sneks. You'd never get bored around these. All you need to survive them is just a little bit of luck and caution
[x] Thunderbirds – rare birdman, supposedly females only, individualistic, and often ferocious, they have a personal static field, hence the name; can jam electric devices; highly territorial; extremely vigorous. SOUND OF THE DRUMS, BEATIN IN MY HEART. THE THUNDER OF GUNS, TORE ME APART~
[x] Inari – half-fox, omnivorous, personalities vary but more often than not they are clever, cunning, and playful; not physically imposing but believed to have some additional capabilities such as unnatural foresight or telekinesis. Another species that makes weebs fight like roosters for the right to host one of these (and they are cute. Really really cute)
[x] Muse – varying personalities, always females, ethereal and creative, often nocturnal drama queens suffering on severe hypersomnia and mild snobbism
Well, this might be interesting
[x] Gorgon – always females, cold-blooded, strong, paralyzing gaze, often reserved and introversive, usually highly intelligent and I thought my hair is a disaster
Hopefully can keep everyone from killing each other. With gaze.
[x] Ryu – Asian subtype of dragons, lamia-like body structure, cold-blooded, extremely powerful, possess a wide range of abilities including limited weather control, prefer humid environ, perfect swimmers, often calm, polite, and refined, perhaps the least violent of the dragon type but still very possessive, usually very intelligent. Seeing their temper, either they or the regular dragonewt were the ones adopted
Hopefully can keep everyone from killing each other. With words.
[x] Arachne – half-spiders, personalities vary depending on the subspecies and within families, usually quite clever, some tend to be very possessive, very mobile, some subspecies are capable of weaving silk, often nocturnal, possess sharpened senses, some subspecies may be poisonous. Not the prettiest sight out there, but damn me if they're not one of the most practical extras.
Free duct tape? Free duct tape !
Well, this might be interesting
[x] Gorgon – always females, cold-blooded, strong, paralyzing gaze, often reserved and introversive, usually highly intelligent and I thought my hair is a disaster
Hopefully can keep everyone from killing each other. With gaze.
[x] Ryu – Asian subtype of dragons, lamia-like body structure, cold-blooded, extremely powerful, possess a wide range of abilities including limited weather control, prefer humid environ, perfect swimmers, often calm, polite, and refined, perhaps the least violent of the dragon type but still very possessive, usually very intelligent. Seeing their temper, either they or the regular dragonewt were the ones adopted
Hopefully can keep everyone from killing each other. With words.
[x] Arachne – half-spiders, personalities vary depending on the subspecies and within families, usually quite clever, some tend to be very possessive, very mobile, some subspecies are capable of weaving silk, often nocturnal, possess sharpened senses, some subspecies may be poisonous. Not the prettiest sight out there, but damn me if they're not one of the most practical extras.
Free duct tape? Free duct tape !
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- Location
- St. Petersburg
- [x] Thunderbirds
Nevill, giodan, veekie, wingstrike96 - [x] Inari
Nevill, giodan, veekie, wingstrike96 - [x] Muse
Nevill, giodan, permeakra - [X] Gorgon
veekie, wingstrike96, permeakra - [X] Ryu
veekie, wingstrike96, permeakra - [X] Arachne
veekie, wingstrike96, permeakra
Looks like Thunderbirds and Inari are in... Maybe we can get more Muse or Demon votes for Anthropods? We were recommended to have at least one. Though by now it looks like Muse at least is in.
I preferred Jabberwock from dragons, but Ryu would be my second pick, so that's fine.
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On work ethics, responsibility, and lifestyle changes
Teloch
ಠ_ಠ
- Location
- The middle of nowhere
There are two types of people who manage to survive the public service hierarchy and make it from the lowlands to the top (or at least foothills): alpha-minded individuals that would pave their way up with the metaphorical (hopefully) corpses of their competitors, and those who survive the ascent of the prior ones. While the first case is surprisingly aggressive even by the standards of social mammals, the second type develops the mental resilience and stability that can be envied by many Buddhist priests. John Barrington - the tall, lean, slightly raucous man with graying hair, who also happens to be McNamara's superior - is, thankfully, of the second kind. To the joy of his other subordinates and colleagues, it was re-confirmed the very moment he carefully approached the redhead person, who was, apparently, so excited about her work, that she decided to lean back in her chair and to "very closely" "examine" the work notes she used earlier by covering her thrown back face with them, as if they were a towel. Perhaps it would've been more believable if only she wasn't quietly snorting buried under that improvised paper blindfold.
Being a very gentle soul from the early age, John did not think of disturbing a tired lady in a fashion remarkably rude, like yelling in the ear something akin to "DROP YOUR CO*** AND GRAB YOU SOCKS" like a stereotypical nasty drill sergeant, neither did he think of making other rude maneuvers. Instead, he carefully approached the "totally-not-sleeping" individual, crouched down near the head of the "tired" worker, and spoke in a way a father would wake up his children: "Wakey-wakey, sleeping princess. You're gonna be late to school". To the even greater amusement of the witnesses of this outlandish scene, the "sleeping princess" muttered something from under her "blanket" in response, sparking a series of subtle chuckles across the office.
"Come on now, Mister Barrington would be so upset if you don't show him your homework again," he persisted. This time, the individual did suspect that something might be wrong, jumping up from the pose of complete rest after "connecting the dots" with her sleepy brain. This time, the office burst in laughter, forcing the embarrassed individual to merge with the color of her hair.
While the others were enjoying the yet another office sitcom comedy episode of "McNamara at work", Barrington sat at the edge of his negligent subordinate's worktable, laid a standard A4 printed page that contained a processed application with a list of matched extra species participants.
"So, about your homework, Rachell," he said calmly, pointing at the particular spot of the paper sheet, "Just what in the name of mighty Lord is this?"
"Erm... it is a list of the species I selected for the applicant," she answered somewhat confused, as if not yet suspecting what might be wrong.
"Indeed it is," the main confirmed ironically, "and just how many of them did you match?" he provided the redhead with a hint.
"Uh. Six?" she stated the obvious fact for everyone who can count up to six, to which the man nodded.
"What happened to Mrs. Ruger, who was settled with a lamia, an apophis, and four more species?" the man continued the interrogation.
"Crick and intoxication," Rachel answered meekly.
"What happened to Mr. Wright, who was settled with two harpies and three more species?"
"Two fractures and some bruises after a supposed fall," she answered again as if she was a scgoolgirl.
"What happened to the dear Father Williams, settled with an undine, a demon, and a siren?" he persisted.
Rachel blushed this time, "what a lewd question you ask me, boss," she muttered, shifting her gaze and scratching the nape, to which the man smirked, although not that merrily.
"What connects all these cases?" he asked more seriously this time, probably getting closer to the bottom of the problem.
"They all failed to adapt swiftly to the thrilling changes in their lifestyle?" Rachell answered quite sincerely, to which the man shook his head in response.
"All their groups were composed by you, all their groups consist of more than four entities, not counting the human coordinator, and they all are receiving medical care, which we - the public service office - are funding from our budget, which could've been more rewarding for our employees instead".
Well. That was as true as the fact that the Sun rises from the east; the truth to which McNamara found no words to comment, lowering her gaze down at the sheet of paper liyng on her desk.
"You will cut the group size to four non-human entities, put some actual thought into its composition, and pray that the human volunteer won't require force-majeure reimbursements from our side. Else, you will be fined or even worse" he spoke as calmly as when he was waking her up, and after short visual examination sipped the remaining liquid from the Rachell's "Your tears" cup.
The lady, however, was upset by the fact that she would have to turn some exotic individual down. She was looking at the sheet, seemingly ignoring the fact that her boss has just hinted at her possible penalization and even dismissal if the things go very wrong, and thinking how to compose the quartet from the entries that seemed equally fitting to her.
Thunderbird - V
Inari - V
[] Muse
[] Gorgon
[] Ryu
[] Arachne
((pick up to two options. If there will be equal number of votes again, RNG will break the draw))
After exhaling an upset sigh and putting down two ticks, she lifted her gaze and saw Mr. Barrington standing in the office doorway motionlessly, like a person who either forgot to take the keys from a room before closing the door on a latch or trying to recall what he wanted to say before leaving his subordinate in peace. A short but ominous sort of tremble run through her knees for some supernatural reason. And after about ten seconds that felt like five minutes, her boss turned around and concluded before leaving the room:
[] "Inform agent Sean O'Connel in Bedford that he will be a courator to the group you have just composed from the second try. You'll owe him a bottle o' Morgan Special if he manages to keep this group from harm"
[] "Inform your landlord that you're being relocated. For once, you will have the responsibility for your decision and personally oversee the group you've just compiled. That would, hopefully, teach you some discipline and make you stand up for your career"
((One option here, obviously. RNG will break the draw if one would happen))
Being a very gentle soul from the early age, John did not think of disturbing a tired lady in a fashion remarkably rude, like yelling in the ear something akin to "DROP YOUR CO*** AND GRAB YOU SOCKS" like a stereotypical nasty drill sergeant, neither did he think of making other rude maneuvers. Instead, he carefully approached the "totally-not-sleeping" individual, crouched down near the head of the "tired" worker, and spoke in a way a father would wake up his children: "Wakey-wakey, sleeping princess. You're gonna be late to school". To the even greater amusement of the witnesses of this outlandish scene, the "sleeping princess" muttered something from under her "blanket" in response, sparking a series of subtle chuckles across the office.
"Come on now, Mister Barrington would be so upset if you don't show him your homework again," he persisted. This time, the individual did suspect that something might be wrong, jumping up from the pose of complete rest after "connecting the dots" with her sleepy brain. This time, the office burst in laughter, forcing the embarrassed individual to merge with the color of her hair.
While the others were enjoying the yet another office sitcom comedy episode of "McNamara at work", Barrington sat at the edge of his negligent subordinate's worktable, laid a standard A4 printed page that contained a processed application with a list of matched extra species participants.
"So, about your homework, Rachell," he said calmly, pointing at the particular spot of the paper sheet, "Just what in the name of mighty Lord is this?"
"Erm... it is a list of the species I selected for the applicant," she answered somewhat confused, as if not yet suspecting what might be wrong.
"Indeed it is," the main confirmed ironically, "and just how many of them did you match?" he provided the redhead with a hint.
"Uh. Six?" she stated the obvious fact for everyone who can count up to six, to which the man nodded.
"What happened to Mrs. Ruger, who was settled with a lamia, an apophis, and four more species?" the man continued the interrogation.
"Crick and intoxication," Rachel answered meekly.
"What happened to Mr. Wright, who was settled with two harpies and three more species?"
"Two fractures and some bruises after a supposed fall," she answered again as if she was a scgoolgirl.
"What happened to the dear Father Williams, settled with an undine, a demon, and a siren?" he persisted.
Rachel blushed this time, "what a lewd question you ask me, boss," she muttered, shifting her gaze and scratching the nape, to which the man smirked, although not that merrily.
"What connects all these cases?" he asked more seriously this time, probably getting closer to the bottom of the problem.
"They all failed to adapt swiftly to the thrilling changes in their lifestyle?" Rachell answered quite sincerely, to which the man shook his head in response.
"All their groups were composed by you, all their groups consist of more than four entities, not counting the human coordinator, and they all are receiving medical care, which we - the public service office - are funding from our budget, which could've been more rewarding for our employees instead".
Well. That was as true as the fact that the Sun rises from the east; the truth to which McNamara found no words to comment, lowering her gaze down at the sheet of paper liyng on her desk.
"You will cut the group size to four non-human entities, put some actual thought into its composition, and pray that the human volunteer won't require force-majeure reimbursements from our side. Else, you will be fined or even worse" he spoke as calmly as when he was waking her up, and after short visual examination sipped the remaining liquid from the Rachell's "Your tears" cup.
The lady, however, was upset by the fact that she would have to turn some exotic individual down. She was looking at the sheet, seemingly ignoring the fact that her boss has just hinted at her possible penalization and even dismissal if the things go very wrong, and thinking how to compose the quartet from the entries that seemed equally fitting to her.
Thunderbird - V
Inari - V
[] Muse
[] Gorgon
[] Ryu
[] Arachne
((pick up to two options. If there will be equal number of votes again, RNG will break the draw))
After exhaling an upset sigh and putting down two ticks, she lifted her gaze and saw Mr. Barrington standing in the office doorway motionlessly, like a person who either forgot to take the keys from a room before closing the door on a latch or trying to recall what he wanted to say before leaving his subordinate in peace. A short but ominous sort of tremble run through her knees for some supernatural reason. And after about ten seconds that felt like five minutes, her boss turned around and concluded before leaving the room:
[] "Inform agent Sean O'Connel in Bedford that he will be a courator to the group you have just composed from the second try. You'll owe him a bottle o' Morgan Special if he manages to keep this group from harm"
[] "Inform your landlord that you're being relocated. For once, you will have the responsibility for your decision and personally oversee the group you've just compiled. That would, hopefully, teach you some discipline and make you stand up for your career"
((One option here, obviously. RNG will break the draw if one would happen))
- Location
- St. Petersburg
[x] Muse
[x] Ryu
[x] "Inform agent Sean O'Connel in Bedford that he will be a courator to the group you have just composed from the second try. You'll owe him a bottle o' Morgan Special if he manages to keep this group from harm"
I would rather keep Ms. McNamara's track record unblemished by personal responsibility.
[x] Ryu
[x] "Inform agent Sean O'Connel in Bedford that he will be a courator to the group you have just composed from the second try. You'll owe him a bottle o' Morgan Special if he manages to keep this group from harm"
I would rather keep Ms. McNamara's track record unblemished by personal responsibility.
- Location
- italy bologna
[X] Muse
[X] Gorgon
[X] "Inform your landlord that you're being relocated. For once, you will have the responsibility for your decision and personally oversee the group you've just compiled. That would, hopefully, teach you some discipline and make you stand up for your career"
[X] Gorgon
[X] "Inform your landlord that you're being relocated. For once, you will have the responsibility for your decision and personally oversee the group you've just compiled. That would, hopefully, teach you some discipline and make you stand up for your career"
[X] Gorgon
[X] Ryu
[X] "Inform your landlord that you're being relocated. For once, you will have the responsibility for your decision and personally oversee the group you've just compiled. That would, hopefully, teach you some discipline and make you stand up for your career"
[X] Ryu
[X] "Inform your landlord that you're being relocated. For once, you will have the responsibility for your decision and personally oversee the group you've just compiled. That would, hopefully, teach you some discipline and make you stand up for your career"
Teloch
ಠ_ಠ
- Location
- The middle of nowhere
- [x] Muse
Number of voters: 3
permeakra, Nevill, giodan - [x] Ryu
Number of voters: 3
Nevill, veekie, wingstrike96 - [X] Gorgon
Number of voters: 3
veekie, wingstrike96, giodan
I summoneth for the RNGeezus' advice on this matter. The one entity with the corresponding number loses.
Muse for: 1 and 4
Ryu for: 2 and 5
Gorgon for: 3 and 6
Welp. Seems like there's gonna be only one reptile. And a big one.
Gonna write the story chunk tomorrow
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