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LOG. OPEN. SHENANIGANS WELCOME.

who. Kirrahe (

motivationalspeaker), OPEN
what. A Choose your own adventure style log. Kirrahe's out gathering intel and exploring and you get to decide where you meet him
where. We'll get to that.
when. Any time during the week.
warnings. Nothing as of yet, will update accordingly.

Scenario I: Zeta District- If one is to be stuck somewhere for an extended period of time, it's a good idea to get a feel for the neighborhood. Poke around in corners and all that, get weird looks from NPC's. Like moving into any new place.

Getting to know the neighbors is probably a good idea too. He's not going door to door introducing himself or anything, but he's more than happy to chat with anyone who approaches.

Y'know, assuming you don't come at him with a shotgun. He's prepared for that, too.

Scenario II: Afterlife- Outside or inside. If outside, Kirrahe is hanging around near a group of whiny alien NPC's, nonchalantly listening in to whatever random conversation they're having. The elcor bouncer keeps giving him weird looks, but Kirrahe doesn't seem to care.

If inside, he's doing much of the same, though is likely spending much of his time cloaked (most likely how he got in in the first place 8U). If he's not hanging out near a random wall, he'll be at the bar. You'd be surprised how much information you can pick up from a bunch of drunks.

Scenario III: Omega Market- Seeing as Kirrahe's weapons and equipment are outdated by a good three years, you bet your ass he's going to be out price checking. Whether or not he'll actually be able to afford any of this stuff in the near future remains to be seen. Still, weapons can make for interesting conversations.

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Salarians weren't known for taking their time, mostly thanks to their jacked up metabolisms. Even so, Kirrahe wasn't about to just dart blindly into a secluded area. That was a good way to get mugged. As a precaution, Kirrahe readied his pistol and glanced around a bit to ensure he wasn't being followed.

The whole gruesome sound of bones breaking thing did get his attention. Generally that was never a good sort of sound to hear. It didn't sound like there was any struggling, so it was unlikely that the dog was attacking someone. Maybe it had found a corpse to chew on? Either way it was concerning, and Kirrahe rounded the corner with his pistol drawn, aimed at

some guy.

Some guy that was doing some very strange things and it was all very unusual. And also he wasn't a dog.

"...Well, that wasn't what I was expecting."

"I imagine not." Lyall bent to retrieve the most convenient and concealing of his clothing, the greatcoat, and shrugged it on, looking over his shoulder at Kirrahe and the gun. The latter didn't seem to disturb him much. "My apologies for the noise. It is, I'm afraid, one of the necessary evils of changing one's shape."

He buttoned the coat up and turned back to face the fellow. "Professor Randolph Lyall of London, Earth, in eighteen seventy-five. I promise I mean you no harm." So if he'd like to lower the pistol, he certainly could.

The last thing Kirrahe wanted to do was lower his pistol, but considering the circumstances, he decided that this guy likely wasn't a threat. He gave the human a scrutinizing look before lowering the firearm and securing it to his hip.

"Well, this place certainly seems to be getting more interesting by the minute. Is it safe to assume there was a reason you lead me back here, Professor?"

There were actually quite a few questions on Kirrahe's mind at the moment, some more pressing than others (like what the god damn was that). He figured he might as well see what this human wanted before interrogating him.

"I did want to introduce myself, since you were so curious as to my provinence, and friendly rather than dismissive," Lyall answered reasonably, raising his shoulders a little in an elegant sort of shrug-- or as elegant as one could be when dressed only in a coat. "Besides, I believe we caught each other spying, and it seemed only polite to make you aware of me."

Really, he had simply assumed Kirrahe would have figured it out before too long if he continued watching in the same areas Lyall did, and it was always better to have that handled on one's own terms rather than accidentally, or so he'd always found. Besides, he was curious about someone else watching so inconspicuously.

"Huh. It seems I wasn't as subtle as I had though. I'll have to rethink my strategy."

Not that he had much of an elaborate strategy going in to begin with, but he could worry about that later. Right now he had a weird human-dog-thing-guy to deal with. It wasn't so much dealing as it was chatting really, but one could never be too certain.

"Anyway, my name is Kirrahe. I suppose was curious, mostly. The only animals you really see around here are varren, maybe pyjacks if they hitch a ride on a shuttle. It's unusual to see strays from Earth running around."

Lyall offered a smile for that. "You may be subtle enough-- I am a bit more observant than most, and your assumption that I was a mere animal, if uncommon, is rather the norm, so I see more than most, as well." Being uncommon was a bit annoying, as he got more attention than he'd wanted, but he could work with it as long as he was careful.

He was familiar with varren-- and highly tempted to eat them, though he had been good so far-- but the other was new. "What might a pyjack be?" Something edible?

"Even so, I can't afford to start slipping now."

The salarian crossed his arms, casually leaning against the wall. Maybe he was being too hard on himself, but whatever. Omega's pretty much the last place someone would want to let their guard down.

"I can't say I've ever seen anything quite like you before. I may not be an expert on humanity, but I'm fairly certain it's unusual for them to turn into animals. As for pyjacks, they're nothing more than vermin. Similar to Earth's primates. You're probably not likely to find any around here."

"Ah. Well, I shall not look too hard, then." Though he was disappointed. They did sound as if they might be tasty. At least on par with rats, which apparently also did not exist here. "I am not precisely human, and very few of the humans I have spoken to here seem aware of my particular type. Have you ever heard of a werewolf?"

He wasn't going to hold his breath for that one, honestly, considering most humans looked at him like he was crazy when he even mentioned the word, whether for mentioning something they'd never heard of or bringing up a myth.

If salarians had eyebrows, Kirrahe would be arching one right now.

"I've heard the term, but I'm not familiar with any of the myths surrounding it. Human literature and the like isn't a strong point of mine."

"Unsurprising." Lyall shrugged again, unconcerned with the lack, and actually rather surprised he even knew the word. "A werewolf, from most human legend I've gathered since my arrival here, is a man who can turn into a wolf-- or a monster, or both. Earth's moon governs the change. I am not quite the same as many werewolf legends would say, given I actually had to die to achieve this state, and I have control over myself at all times." Except for the full moon, of course, but given there did not seem to be a moon here, full or otherwise, he had yet to have to address that.

"That's... different."

Kirrahe honestly wasn't sure if he believed him. All things considered, it was a pretty outlandish story. Then again, he had just witnessed this guy in the middle of some sort of odd transformation. He'd still give him the benefit of the doubt, but damn was this weird.

"I must say, you're looking quite healthy for a dead man. You'll have to forgive me for prying, but how did you manage to achieve this state?"

"Ah, well." Uh, oh, Kirrahe... he was going into lecture mode. Lyall looked rather more animated, describing the theory. "On Earth-- my version of Earth, whatever that means-- some individuals possess a trait which we call excess soul. This may or may not relate to actual spiritual properties, but considering its connection to ghosts and undeath, most theories tend to assume it does. Those who possess this trait live on after death, usually in the form of a ghost tethered to their mortal remains, at least until second death when their remains degrade too much to hold them or they are exorcised. Those of us who are killed by a vampire queen or werewolf Alpha, following the traditional protocols, come back to life in our old bodies, fully healed and immortal, as a vampire or a werewolf with the standard traits of either supernatural line. In the case of werewolves, obviously, turning into a wolf."

Among other things. He didn't immediately enumerate all the other abilities. He liked Kirrahe's promise as a fellow conspirator, but he didn't trust him that much yet.

As far as 'lecture modes' go, that was relatively easy. He'd sat through Mordin Solus lectures before. Those are painful, but at least they made sense.

"I can't say I really understand any of that, but I think I get the basic idea."

So this guy was immortal and could turn into a fluffy wolf. Sure, that made perfect sense. Except that it didn't but hey, it probably wasn't the strangest thing on Omega right now.

"As far as 'your version' of Earth is concerned, I've seen plenty of evidence pointing to alternate universes. Our scientists have had theories about this sort of thing for centuries, but there's never been a realistic way to effectively research it."

"This may be a good time and place to do some of that research," Lyall commented dryly. "Given how many different people are here from how many different places. No one seems to be familiar with werewolves as I know them, though I have met others who are familiar with the concept in a different fashion. It is quite odd, particularly to someone who has had no concept of the idea of multiple, alternate universes."

Read: Lyall. He'd been dealing fairly well with it all, he thought, but it was still quite bewildering. Hence his skulking around as a wolf trying to learn all he could.

"I can understand that. It's confusing enough for the rest of us, but you're completely out of your element here."

Stating the obvious wasn't exactly helpful though, was it. The least Kirrahe could do was answer this guy's questions, if he had any.

"My apologies for the impromptu interrogation. If there was anything you needed to know from me, I'd be more than happy to answer a few questions."

"Quite all right. I expected it when I decided to reveal myself. I am relatively comfortable with most aspects of this new place, though I will confess to being quite...." He paused, searching for the word, and went with: "Bored with the current occupations." Namely, construction, and while he's seen errands available, that is hardly any better, and pays worse. "Menial labor is simply not what I am accustomed to, and rather a waste of my talents. If you have any advice on finding employment of a more investigative or bureaucratic nature, I would be in your debt. All of my experience is from a world quite unlike this one, and thus counts for very little here."

"That might be tricky. I don't imagine many people have use for bureaucracy on Omega. I don't want to recommend joining a mercenary group, but I don't know of who else would have use of someone with investigative talents. There isn't a proper police force around here."

Kirrahe gave the human a little shrug, "Sorry I can't really be of more help. I'm at something of a loss regarding my own employment."

"No police force. Wonderful." Of course, he hadn't seen any police force so far... but that didn't necessarily mean there wasn't one. Did there? Ugh. How barbaric. "So there are no businesses requiring someone to keep track of their shipments or sales, or requiring a secretary of sorts?" All of which were completely within his purview... and more palatable than working for mercenaries, of all people.

"There very well could be. I couldn't tell you who to talk to about it, I've only arrived here myself a short while ago."

As good as Kirrahe was at turning up information, that hadn't really been the sort of information he'd been looking for up until this point.

"I can find out for you, but I'll need time. Omega's a big place, after all."

"That is very kind of you, but you have your own troubles to concern yourself with." Lyall sighed, considering the situation for a beat, and settled on: "Perhaps if you would be so kind as to point me towards what I ought to be looking for, and I can go from there myself. I have not had to concern myself with an occupation for a terribly long time, but I believe I could at least sniff something up if I knew what best to look for. A particular part of this city, or a particular sort of person, perhaps?"

"As far as that goes, all I can recommend is talking to the merchants down in the markets. It's probably unlikely that too many of them would have mercenary loyalties, that wouldn't be good for business." It wasn't much for advice, but it was a starting point at least. "Even a job like that carries risks here. Exercise caution and you should be fine."

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