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Pearl Diving (Ye Old Dragon Realm, SysNet) 5/20
House Hormuz
House Hormuz

Sentinel System
Faeru / Worldborn
Genderfluid
zh= zhe | zher | zhim

Datafile

Played By

ShadowedSin

#1
"To be hated, to be fated."

her eyes closed as the datajack jerked almost in phantom pain from the insertion. Zher body shook as it was read for the necessary information. Zhe shifted zher stance and decided to go with their masculine form as zhe felt the power of the Lion tease her skin. A smile came to his lips as Farangiz assumed the male pronouns mentally to exude off his usually calm demeanor. As his visual senses of the SysNet began to render in through his optical inputs he cackled to himself. It felt nice to finally be adventuring into the realm said to be named after an old dive bar for nobility and commoners alike on the capital of Star-Crown. As his masculine body rez onto the purview of his vision he felt the vitality and vigor he associated with his form.

Long curled black hair licked at the back of his neck. Yes his nose was large, but his strong chin accented his hawk-like features. He was the Scorpion Prince, the Lord of the Sunfyre Tower, and the scion of the Red Scorpion.  No longer int he curved easily sexualized boy he had the agency he completely desired in what he wanted in an avatar. In this form he was openly known as "Farangiz Artaxes" as he went by a shortened form of his true name.

The bar itself was Avalonic in the highest regard, being filled with a series of thick massive barrels behind the bar, low wooden tables with small lamps hanging overhead. The bar was like some misbegotten cross between a old fashioned saloon from the colonies and what many considered to be a traveler's inn  in the center planets.

What this resulted in was some sort of nightmarish server experience. In its totality though he enjoyed it. The young man took a seat at the bar this time and asked for a bit of electronic liquor to waken his systems. The server was an amorphous TALOS looking synth form, androgynous in apperance and using simplified emotive faces. What a sierding travesty.

The liquor itself was some sort of Raki sket based on the moonshine of the Ermiknes people. So it tasted like shoe polish dunked into paint stripper. He coughed it off as the sensory information filtered back through the jack into his brain. He gripped the round glass with its white glowing liquid and downed a second shot in rapid succession.

"I wonder who will appear in this piece of void. The abyss only knows." His voice was a low golden timbre, carefully calculated to evoke a feeling of dominance when he spoke. He still remembered paying for the privacy clauses to defend what choices he made in designing this body. The Alchemist Guild had wrought it perfect for him, but had bled his family heavily of torcs in the move. Of all Farangiz's decisions, it was his need for different forms which caused the most criticism from his peers.

Sierd them all.

His eyes slid along the vene once again. No one was rezzing in at the moment, but he could still sense that at least another of his House members or retainers would soon appear.
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House Hormuz
House Hormuz

Rook System, Aesgir
Androgynous
t= they | them | their

Datafile

Played By

Agrodal

#2

Electric blue light gathered in the dive bar's entrance area as Sikká rezzed in, taking on a small, petite,pale- skinned elfin form clad into the latest of Duzakat party fashion, with just enough cleavage to look good and emphasizing the former Shipborn's toned back, butt and slender legs. Long, usually pale blonde dreadlocks turned the same shade of electric blue as their large eyes as Sikká curiously took in their surroundings. Sikká's feet had barely touched the ground when they already made their way to the bar, climbing unto the barstool to Farangiz' left while inwardly grumbling about the tall furniture.


"Hello your Lordship, fancy seeing you here. You're looking great today. Looks like I'm a bit early to the party though. Ah well. Hey Bartender, I'll have what he's having." Sikká rested an elbow on the bar while accepting a glass with their other hand, briefly toasting to Farangiz before taking a first sip. The Shipborn Arashii made a face as the virtual Raki touched their tongue. "Ugh, whoever programmed this sket should be forced to drink a whole bottle of it. If someone sold this swill to my old captain they would've got thrown out the next airlock. No, wait. They'd first get stripped of all their stuff, then get spaced. I sure hope they've got better stuff than this on the menu" Sikká said before downing the rest of the glass. No sense in wasting it after all, even if it tasted awful.


Looks like they didn't just cut corners with the barkeep's looks. One of these days I gotta learn how to program stuff so I can make a Shipborn- sized  SysNet bar with decent drinks. And maybe a bartender who's easy on the eyes. Yeah, that sounds good.

Sikká made mental note to do so at a later time, her slender fingers idly playing with the empty glass as their thoughts wandered.


"Sooo, does your Lordship have any ideas how to spice things up a bit? Or do you just want to kick back and relax? Either one's fine." the petite Arashii said, their smiling face resting on their left hand while their right drew up a virtual version of the bar's menu. 

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House Hormuz
House Hormuz

Sentinel System
Faeru / Worldborn
Genderfluid
zh= zhe | zher | zhim

Datafile

Played By

ShadowedSin

#3
"To be hated, to be fated."

In the depths of the mind of the Scorpion Shah was the alters developed from years of body switching. Stowed away these masque formed the defense of the House Lord's true self one which few ever saw. Sovereign Lord Farangiz glowered as someone began to rez in beside him as electric blue light spun around a stool beside him. His features fell into a light detached look of annoyance, one given when one's quiet is abruptly interrupted. Hands splay out onto the bartop and he sighed. He was wont to be alone and be kept apart from others. No, he was always bothered, his time interrupted.

Violet eyes slid along his line of sight to espy the blonde dreadlocks and the glowing blue eyes of one of his Wrights. Yes, -his-, even if the Arashia were a 'free race' it was his torcs who paid the bint, and his resources who kept her working. He raised his hand and in a series of commands derezzed the glass of ranki and sighed, yet again.

"It's -Sovereign Lord- if we're being remotely informal Miss Starshaper." he said in passable Low Avalonic. He tapped his finger impatiently against the bar top as another glass appeared. This tie he raised it to his lips and down it in a flourish of movement showing a well practiced motion. It burned down his throat as the euphoric code transferred seemlessly from the server to his mind. "Mellish Whiskey, Lugh's Spear," he sighed.

In his feminine forms he usually drank fermented honey and wine. He stuck to the harsh liquor out of some sort of silly attempt to appear more masculine. This alter of his peronality was focused on the aura of dominance to make sure any and all around him obeyed his presence. Perhaps it was why the Shipborn bred Arashia was dressed so. Of course, in he few cycles he had come to know Starshaper he was aware of their sexual openness.

Zhe still had memories of eyes stare down zher cleavage back at the negotiating table. He flicked his head once as he dismissed the androgyne nature of his mind.

"You can alter the code using the order menu and get rid of that sket if you wish. Maybe try a cocktail or something Arsahic." his words were flat and unconnective. He was unsure if he wanted the near him at the moment. Already he was considering leaving the room before a voice in the back of his head said 'Not yet you sierding craven!' Fara canted his head and decided to take a sip of the whiskey again. Just two fingers and after a quick payment two more. It was a nice ashy taste on his tongue and a spicy bite in his throat.

A bit of a buzz numbed his nerves and finally the Lord of House Hormuz decided to finally appraise his hireling. Their body was encased in something he'd seen on a dancer in a club in one of the upper spires of Hagmatana. Zhe'd worn it zhemself in zher natural form.

"Cesram, what are are you wearing, Miss Starshaper?"
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