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[Something Evil]

"Blame genetic engineering and neurochemistry. I'm just lucky I'm from one of the less... extreme... Torikan cultures. Let's just say some of them emulate black widow spiders in behaviour...*shudders*"

T: "Interesting. Breakfast in bed. Regardless... Why not simply overwrite your structure if it restrains you so?"

[Keita]

"And how intimate does a relationship have to be? Is it married or even if you start seeing someone you like?"

[Taricus]

*Finishes the architectural work on his house*

[Vorthon]

"And how intimate does a relationship have to be? Is it married or even if you start seeing someone you like?"

"Way more intimate than either of those. Of course, cultural expectations basically state that I can't initiate a relationship, and that once in one, there's no backing out... And marriage isn't really present in my culture... There's 'Bonding', but that's a little more... biological..."


((Yeah, Torikan society tends to be a little... harsh...))

[Keita]

"But you're not in your old society, you've basically inturgrated into ours and this one is very free so you can always think of a work around to not initiating the changes."

[Vorthon]

"But you're not in your old society, you've basically inturgrated into ours and this one is very free so you can always think of a work around to not initiating the changes."

"That would require reworking my DNA. Changing neurochemistry. And that's beyond my capabilities. I honestly have no idea where to start."

((The thing I made at the old fort was basically the result of a possesion. I know the method of requesting materials was wrong, but meh, I'm lazy.))

[Taricus]

*Jumps into the conversation*

"Science?"

[Vorthon]

*Jumps into the conversation*

"Science?"

"Biology, Neurochemistry, and Sociology..."

[Taricus]

"[REDACTED]"

[Tellemurius]

((screw it im done with english))
*extracts a few more crystals then leaves to the Workshop*

[Something Evil]

A: "... 180, *swish*, damn boring '81, 182, 183, *swish*, not'nough weight '84, 185 ..."

[Tellemurius]

*posts hiring notes all over the fort area*

[Taricus]

*Goes to the workshop carrying a note*

[Tellemurius]

"No, you don't have the skills im looking for"

[The Merchant Of Menace]

*Crystal hops off the bed and sits down on Amy's back* "Better?" *She giggles*