#infarius

Quicky sketches just to do some art tonight of some sort that wasn’t commission related ; w ;  OC sketches and sketches for the RP worldsetting c:  Click readmore for dets

Aias was the first to reach the projectile, brusting out of the bathroom with a war cry, stark naked save for the towel wrapped around his waist and his service warpblades he was only planning to put on AFTER shower and getting dressed. He was closely tailed by one of the household’s Probes, Illoom, an old model they inherited from their father, modified for hostile situations.  They stared at the smoking “package” bewildered in the first grey lights of the morning. More precisely, Illoom only buzzed angrily above the package, particle beam sparkling ready to zap anyone or anything he didn’t like.

Aias felt elecrticity dance across his back and the air getting ozony, a familiar presence pushing against his from behind. He didn’t need to look who she was, but he instinctively whipped back his head. His sister hovered behind them, her light night gown slightly billowed by her own psionics, eyes still bleary from sleep and nerve cords astray. She looked utterly confused. - What.

Aias turned off his warpblades and he was about to come up with an explanation, when Mi'Nerra held up a hand. Even ready to release a psionic storm, his sister still looked half asleep. She landed dozily and waved on the lights in the livingroom. Aias only noticed the note now, but it was already late, Mi'Nerra had already levitated up the small piece of paper. As she read, her features lighted with realisation, she frowned, thin lines of psionic discharges danced through her cords. The two other Probes have buzzed in to the livingroom by now, curiously circling behind their oldest companion, who grumpily bleeped at them to stay away from the package.- WHAT. What on Adun’s flaking left testicle is this?! - she stared down angrily at the flowers.

Hawthorn — “Despite your answer, I shall strive to win your love.” Mistleoe — “Kiss me” Myrtle — “Be my sweetheart.” Spider Flower — “Elope with me.”

Her eyes trained on the small note that had both of their names on it. Aias started desperately, but still confident.- I swear I didn’t send him anything! How did he even find our adress? - He probably has agents on Aiur too - answered the woman, inspecting the hovering paper more thoroughly. - You didn’t tell he was such a threat! - he reprimanded. His sister threw a small volley of sparks at the flowers, zapping the flowers into ash. Startled, Aias stepped back and stared at his sister sullenly.

- I did, but you were busy. We are going to take some precautionary measures - Mi'Nerra said and turned towards the kitchen. One of the round model Probes followed her, two of it’s panels flipped up inquisitly, like cat ears and garbled something to the slender woman. Quib-quib remained at the still smoldering ashes, circling over it and scanned the remains. Illoom chirruped contently, and pootled back to the white couch with his job done now.

- Like changing all the lock, windows and finally getting you a Purifier bodyguard? - continued the Zealot, tailing his sister.- Definitely no, no and. Absolutely. NO.- Excuse me? You mingle with outlaws, and get yourself wounded up in the middle of the power game of a madman who just found our address and you aren’t even changing the locks?- He found our address, he could get insiders to change our locks. We might as well just leave the entrance door wide open - answered Mi'Nerra in the kitchen. She half disappeared behind the opened fridge door - But we are getting an old styled lock on the entrance with premade keys. Aaand, get the whole floor laminated. Fuck. Ari took the berries again.

She took a cooled water bottle instead. When she closed the fridge door Aias stood there, arms crossed, staring at her.- Don’t stare at me like that, I’m not letting in this house anything synthetic more sentient than a cat. - And how are laminated floors precautionary? You hate them. And Purifiers aren’t cats, they are persons. At the very least they can protect you from physical assaults and stand guard 24.- And are hackable and can put my brainmatter with a single slap all over the wall like a fresco. And I hate laminated floors because they are creaky. And creaky is good in this case - she drawled, leaning a bit forward to puncuate the last sentence. She turned to leave the kitchen - We are also getting a bunch of those beaded curtains that rustle at the slightest shitty breeze.- And drive you mad.- And windbells.- Wich you also hate, because they are also noisy. How is that making the flat safer? Why not just get a drone similar to an Observer?

Mi'Nerra turned around to face her brother.- Because if Firiah won’t be able to walk through the flat without a creak or a rattle, neither will they. And Infarius is the kind of dangerous where technology will very likely fail me. I know you delivered your flowers yourself, so the bastard probably intercepted one of the two packages I sent to Neveux - she looked sideways - Wich means the port box isn’t safe anymore.- But if you tell him and Saraki and stop using it he will find another way to track messages?Mi'Nerra rubbed her chin. The momentary anger was gone now and she looked like again she would doze off where she stood.- Yes. And you aren’t on a bad track. I still have to notify them, but we could use that to try and track Infarius. The information stream could be jumbled up with a simple algorithm that only lets the warp process materialise correctly with matching topographical data on arrival. Outside the parameters and especially Aiur it would be just a gooey mess and we could use…

Aias spaced out somewhere between the word algorithm and topographical. His sister was lost to the world for the moment as she went off on her musings and soon started to pace around the livingroom. He stood there humming approvingly at tactical intervals for a minute or two, but the cool morning breeze was already prickling his skin. He looked in the balcony’s way and thank Adun, it wasn’t crashed, the projectile flew through the open door.