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In the dark (dark)
WHO: Kankri & People who hate themselves enough to talk to him
WHAT: Just chilling with his tea and human food to get away from this tag thing he DNW le marker tag. The only tag they should be playing is tagging their triggers.
WHERE: In the kitchen (or around if it doesn't fancy for you, feel free to contact me or just drop a wildcard at me, I'll roll with it. Texting him if you've talked to him previously is alright too.)
WHEN: End of Januaryish
WARNINGS: None just yet but I'll edit it if I need to! Kankri is a non human but I doubt there's going to be something else more crazy than that unless someone gets him talking about his species lol.
There were few people here Kankri really felt like talking to or seeking out. Not because they were strangers, that was the main reason, but because he had a feeling none of them would get along with him and he was Too Old™️ and Too Tired™️ to care about it. If it meant what they were being told was real, that was all that mattered. He would help where he had to, get done what he had to and go back to being... whatever it was he had been before coming here. That, or this place really could take him back to his home and he'd have a second chance at saving everyone. ...A chance he wasn't sure if he would take.
All those thoughts were private for the most part. He had told some of it to his partner, someone he was supposed to trust as far as he knew. Surface level things that anyone from the Game would know just to prove that there was an afterlife and that he was, technically part of it.
If anyone was brave enough to turn the lights on to find out what the light faint, animalistic glow when the very low, very natural ship light hit just right, they are the ones to happen across paradox space's most unwanted. The troll was clad in a bright red, turtle neck sweater with otherwise painted on pants that seemed to run well up past the hidden sanctity of his modest attempt at keeping his sweater at his thighs. Holding a mug of tea in his yellow taloned hands, he sighed while looking down onto a notebook, every so often writing down a thing or two when his mind came up with them. If these books had come with him, maybe they could go back as well. Anyone who wanted to sit down wouldn't be told no, but his red irises follow anyone who came in. He didn't trust them not to try to play this dumb game, and he really wasn't about to play it as much as get angry because of it.
WHAT: Just chilling with his tea and human food to get away from this tag thing he DNW le marker tag. The only tag they should be playing is tagging their triggers.
WHERE: In the kitchen (or around if it doesn't fancy for you, feel free to contact me or just drop a wildcard at me, I'll roll with it. Texting him if you've talked to him previously is alright too.)
WHEN: End of Januaryish
WARNINGS: None just yet but I'll edit it if I need to! Kankri is a non human but I doubt there's going to be something else more crazy than that unless someone gets him talking about his species lol.
There were few people here Kankri really felt like talking to or seeking out. Not because they were strangers, that was the main reason, but because he had a feeling none of them would get along with him and he was Too Old™️ and Too Tired™️ to care about it. If it meant what they were being told was real, that was all that mattered. He would help where he had to, get done what he had to and go back to being... whatever it was he had been before coming here. That, or this place really could take him back to his home and he'd have a second chance at saving everyone. ...A chance he wasn't sure if he would take.
All those thoughts were private for the most part. He had told some of it to his partner, someone he was supposed to trust as far as he knew. Surface level things that anyone from the Game would know just to prove that there was an afterlife and that he was, technically part of it.
If anyone was brave enough to turn the lights on to find out what the light faint, animalistic glow when the very low, very natural ship light hit just right, they are the ones to happen across paradox space's most unwanted. The troll was clad in a bright red, turtle neck sweater with otherwise painted on pants that seemed to run well up past the hidden sanctity of his modest attempt at keeping his sweater at his thighs. Holding a mug of tea in his yellow taloned hands, he sighed while looking down onto a notebook, every so often writing down a thing or two when his mind came up with them. If these books had come with him, maybe they could go back as well. Anyone who wanted to sit down wouldn't be told no, but his red irises follow anyone who came in. He didn't trust them not to try to play this dumb game, and he really wasn't about to play it as much as get angry because of it.
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A small, amused sound came from his lips and he nodded his head. There would be plenty of time, as far as he understood, to start questioning and writing down other cultures. "Kankri Vantas. Kankri if you wish. " Replied the troll readily, "No reason to apologize sometimes good conversation can slip away manners. It is with distinct contentment that I meet a conversational partner who enjoys being pleasant here. I don't feel there are many. Murmur is a very nice sounding name. Is it your first or last name? Or a nickname perhaps?"
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"A pleasure to meet you, Kankri Vantas. And might I add a rather unique sounding name." Which was entirely a compliment, unusual names were delightful! And there was a pleasant ring to the troll's name. "Have you been met with poor manners thus far? Unfortunate, the voyage thus far has resulted in some high tensions. Communication is quick to break down in such situations." Humans become very rude when they're stressed. He's used to it.
By now his water has reached a boil and he busies himself with getting his tea steeping before moving to join Kankri, an offered smile at his astute, if accidental observation. "Ah, how observant of you. It is something of a use-name. Nickname, or an alias if you will would be the closest equivalent." Or maybe pseudonym, though he wasn't as familiar with the practice.
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Even still, it was nice to meet someone with apparent manners who didn't become problematic out of the gate. "You hadn't given me a last name, however, I will take your compliment graciously." To each their own, Kankri preferred his full first name and very few got away with anything else. "So then. Is it too personal to ask why the nickname and or alias is Murmur? Normally those sorts of things are associated with one's self."
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He would be glad to know he wasn't immediately problematic. So far Jack hadn't had any issues with him, and while Murmur certainly held ideas that might not be the most compassionate they were mostly in regard to his own kind, and not toward mortals. They simply existed on very different wavelengths.
Oh, was it time to put on his scholarly hat? Yes it was, how delightful! "Not at all, though I must admit it is not entirely a name of my own choosing. Among those I have historically associated with I am regarded as fairly soft spoken. I believe it was intended as an insult," Evidently he didn't think it as much, as he'd embraced it as the name he'd go by. It was true, he wasn't typically loud unless he really needed to be, and even now he maintained a fairly even monotone. "I have found it fits well enough for my uses, and is both simple to remember and pronounce." The names his brethren use can be something of a mouthful.
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"Turning something otherwise intended to be an insult into something more constructive. I enjoy that sort of turnaround. Something positive from the negative." Which was ...very refreshing. Half the reason he had to hide behind a mask of social justice was because of negativity hidden behind kind smiles. "Murmur is a very pleasant word to say. I can't say it's something I've heard myself. Though, quite often I did hear "Chief" and wish I didn't." That was a lie. As much as Cronus could be a pain in his ass, he would've done anything to have at least him come along.
Kankri uncrossed and re-crossed his legs, taking a small sip of his drink. "I'm not as fond of nicknames, at least for myself. As long as you're comfortable being called Murmur and if you would like to call me by my first name, I think we can both keenly continue our conversation."
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"I do have something of a reputation for being contrary when the mood strikes, I am hardly going to let heckling alter the manner in which I conduct myself." Rebelliousness was frowned upon in his circle, but Murmur knew how to toe that line. Just defiant enough to get his point across. "I appreciate the compliment." He's not used to those! "Chief? Were you in charge on something?" As it turns out he doesn't talk to enough people to be familiar with this method of speech.
Murmur was still waiting for his steeping tea to be cool enough to drink. He'll enjoy the conversation instead. "Understood, I will refrain from offering any. Mine is as much my name as the first I was given, and largely preferred." Sip... Nope still too hot. "This may come off terribly rude so far into our conversation, but may I ask by what name is your kind called? I cannot say I am familiar with your physiology."