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The Mysteries of Awilix (A Planetary, Magic RP)

@BrokenPromise That was amazing x'D

The Mysteries of Awilix (A Planetary, Magic RP)

@NuttsnBolts I"ll make a sheet for Keira Leath eventually.

@BrokenPromise Anything you wanna tell me about the blue stuff, please PM me.

The Mysteries of Awilix (A Planetary, Magic RP)

N I R K E T C H E R

Sub-Level Three

Almost unconsciously Nir leaned forward, propelled by some inner part of of his mind set to gaze upon his associate with wide eyes that could take in every aspect of detail. As if he were simply recording data to be used at a later time, in other studies. It could quite possibly come down to that, in the eventuality of the way things seem to work within the fields of science. For now, Nir simply smiled to himself as he noticed every subtle—and not so subtle—reaction Jethro made as he inhaled. From his initial excitement, to the way his eyes narrowed ever so slightly, the grin that tugged at the corners of his lips. It was like watching a flow chart of data. As if every expected reaction was simply a script to be acted out.

"Look at that Nir! That is mighty pretty. Can you think about the possibilities with this leaf? Cigar rolling, chopping it up to dip, you can really get a good industry going for us workers out in the fields!" Jethro enthused.

Nir nodded, satisfied in achieving the desired and proper reactions—were they proper, or expected? ”I believe, good sir, that this discovery may be the revolutionary kickstart to the new world tobacco industry—or rather, Ghost Leaf industry, yes?” Nir waved his off hand animatedly as he spoke, rather preoccupied with jotting down a few sudden notes that happened upon his thought process. The best time to record your thoughts was the moment they happened, if possible. ”Of course there will be the expected losses in quality, as consumers seek lower prices and higher quantities.. And further still are the expected illicit trading rings that it’s inevitably going to give birth to. Then there’s-..”

Nir blinked, pausing in his ramblings as Jethro began to tap out a jovial rhythm on his bongos. In a world—Well, an old world—where science was often associated with classical rhythmics and soft tempered tones, it was quite a pleasant change of pace to find peace in such loud, yet crisp sounds resonating from such a simplistic instrument. Nir rolled the striker of his flip lighter softly, content to remain lost in the music, if for only as long as this moment would allow. Though he did take this opportunity to light his own pipe, and within moments add to the growing column of bluish smoke swirling abstract patterns up towards the ventilation. His chair gave a soft squeak as he tilted it back as far as it’s protesting springs would allow, before setting his feet crossed on his desk and enjoying the few simple things in life that seemed so far and few inbetween nowadays.

A R M A N D H O L T Z

Sub-Level Three

Doctor Armand Holtz’ face was pinched in concentration as he hunched over an array of beakers, vials, burners and test tubes all held in their various arrays and attached to their particular gizmos and devices. Often when working in a field with such an expansive dictionary of terminologies and names, it was easy to forget the actual name for the items you worked with, and rather opt for something akin to a pet name. Especially when your underlings were hand-picked from the freshman pool and knew next to nothing about what you were doing, let alone having cognitive memorization abilities.

”Key, bring sample eight-one-eight” Armand requested without losing even the smallest shred of focus from his work. Dropper held in steady hands, tip leveled over the open end of a beaker set on a hot plate—although unlike the archaic models this one could be set to heat down to the second decimal and wouldn’t burn skin.

”A-ah.. Which one is-?” A small, frail body replied. Keira Leath was a small speck of a thing; barely over five foot with skin that looked as if it hadn’t seen the sun in.. well, five years give or take. She wasn’t anything like the women Armand sought after, the ones with plump assets, pretty lashes, and a mouth a man could dream about kissing for hours. Kiera on the other hand, was entirely opposite of all of that. Which would have made her the perfect lab partner, someone Armand wouldn’t find himself distracted with. If she had any sense whatsoever.

”The red one, connected to the twirly-whirls there,” He instrustruced, indicating a frothing red liquid connected to a series of spiraling glass tubes. A single drop of blue liquid splashed into the vial Armand was hovering over, turning the clear liquid into a milky blue. If all went according to his calculations, he would have a biochemical growth hormone to hopefully help with this whole agricultural situation. It was a tiresome, but necessary task, and he had devoted all relevant departments to the cause. Much to the disgruntlement of other beneficiaries and benefactors. Well, he didn’t care much for imaginary red tape and bureaucratic politics, all of that seemed quite trivial when faced with starvation. And according to the projected calculations from the last, weekly meeting, it wouldn’t be terribly long before the city began to feel real hunger.

”Here you go doctor!” Keira chimed next to him, nearly startling him to the point of adding more of the solution he was holding to the experiment. That would have ruined the entire thing, but he tried not to dwell on that as he calmed himself. But that damn woman, moved like a wraith!

”Thank you,” Armand replied. He did try his best to be pleasant despite the grating nature of such an.. Underdeveloped brain. He had neither the time nor the patience to train in her in his field, so for the moment she was something of an assistant crossed with a secretary.

”O-oh, Doctor Holtz, you received a message from the mining department, it seems they found a blue liquid pouring from the rocks during their excavation,” Keira said in a half mumbled, her eyes cast down at the glowing display of a tablet—or were they PDAs now? Armand sighed, half because he couldn’t keep up with the progress of socialized instruments, and half because of his assistance. What was he to do with her? She barely had any formal education in science, and no real job experience other than, what was it, fast food cashier?

He looked at the twenty-five year old pointedly, ”How long ago was this? Have they quarantined the site until I can get somebody down there.. God knows who that’s going to be.” Armand said with a sigh. They were stretched so thin, and with help with Keira’s caliber, the load placed upon the entire department wasn’t likely to lighten any time soon. If her were a religious man he would pray that the next group of arrivals had somebody who knew what they were doing, and didn’t arrive to a colony devolved in starvation induced chaos.

”Almost twenty minutes ago,” The small woman answered.

Armand had to physically restrain himself from another sigh, and settled pinching the bridge of his nose between two of his fingers instead, ”And you didn’t think to say something sooner?”

”A-ah! Sorry sir.. I just ah.. I’m a little flustered there’s just so much work to do an-” Keira cut off as her device gave a quite uncharacteristically happy chime, ”Oh! Good news!”

”Good news?” Armand questioned suspiciously. Good and Kiera were not to things often associated together.

”It’s explosive.”
”Explosive?”
”Well, they said volatile, that’s explosive right?”

”Yes Kiera, that’s what it means..” And suddenly, a brilliant idea came into his head. The old saying came to mind, two birds, one stone. ”I know my line of work can be quite.. Demanding Key, but I’ve just thought of the perfect place for your particular skill set,” Which is none.

A moment later Doctor Armand was racing down the length of twisting hallways, at a steady walk of course. One where little Kiera nearly had to resort to jogging to keep pace. Doors and observation windows flashed by as his long legs carried him further into the complex. To a place he had almost forgotten, in all honestly. Not out of any sort of negative emotion, but because some people were so self sufficient you hardly had to think twice about them. What Armand would give to have a dozen of those types. Hell, two dozen and this entire city would likely be sustainable within a few months.

As he neared the end of the white expanse, his thoughts were perturbed by a strange series of sounds, like two pieces of wet leather violently battling for dominance. ”Oh for fuck’s sake not again,” Armand mumbled. He thumbed the button and the soft hiish of the door briefly added to the cacophony of sounds.

”Nir!” Armand called over the tumultuous thunder, which silence immediately, ”How many times have I told you non-science personnel are not to be.. Leisurely causing a ruckus within the labs! And for the love of god what is all this smoke?!” Armand demanded. The vein in his forehead was likely going to burst at this rate.

”Ahoy Doctor Arms! Jeth is science personnel, I keep telling you. It’s just unofficial, because he works in the fields right.”

Another sigh and Armand closed his eyes, taking a deep breath of respite. Now he remembered why he tried to avoid this section as much as possible, despite the man’s incredible talent for his field.. He was.. He was a constant, never-ending heavy sigh.

”Nir this is Keira,” Armand said quickly, motioning to the small woman next to him clutching a small box of personal, office items, ”She’ll be working with you starting today and for the love of god are you smoking the Ghost Leaf!?”

Nir laughed, or rather gave a high-pitched chuckle, ”Doctor Arms have you met Ava?”

”Nir.. I know who Avaline-
”Doctor.”
”Doctor Avaline Rose is.”
”She said the same thing, are you related?”

At that moment Armand felt as if the pressure building within him was exactly two words away from reaching terminal velocity and achieving a thermonuclear detonation within the cavity of his skull. He did not have time for this. There was important work to do that did not include the amused rambling of a madman!

”Keira Leath, Doctor Nir Ketcher, may you have a long and prosperous relationship,” Armand announced rapidly. Without a second’s more hesitation he spun on his heel and strode from the room, ignorant of all of the smiles present in the room. In fact, was Keira giggling? She Giggled?!. Honestly, Armand felt he shouldn’t be surprised by anything anymore. No doubt he would wake up tomorrow with eight new tasks, his teams rendered blind, deaf, and dumb, and hell his lab was probably burning down at this very moment!

Back in the room, Nir stood, clasping his new colleges hand energetically, though she nearly dropped her box. ”Keira, Jethro—Jeth, Keira. Despite what Doctor Arms would like to imply, Jethro’s as fine a scientist as any! Did you know he can manipulate dirt?”

Keira’s eyes widened ever-so-slightly, ”Dirt?”

”Yes, yes, dirt, can change the chemical do-what’s-it-nots too. Do you smoke?”

”No sir-”
”Call me Nir.. except when I’m far.”
”What?”
”It was a joke, go on Keira.”

"You can call me Key—erm, anyways," Keira said, pausing to clear her throat.”Doctor Armand said that I should notify you that the mining crews found a blue liquid substance in the mines. Oh! And it’s explosive.”

Nir stepped back, looking at her quizzically for a moment, ”Blue liquid substance? Isn’t he the chemist though?”

”See, he knew you’d say that and would like me to inform you that, and I quote,” Keira began, doing her best Dr. Arms voice, ”For all I know it’s dead plant juice just go down there and take a damn sample!”

This prompted a brief round of chuckles within the room, before Nir shot a sidelong glance at his friend who had apparently been sitting quite contently throughout the entire debacle with his pipe. ”As ever always my friend, time is fleeting. Another time then?” Nir suggested, clasping Jethro on the shoulder and shaking his hand.

”And don’t forget to smoke that on the low-low Jeth, you know how people be.”
@Americore

The Mysteries of Awilix (A Planetary, Magic RP)

Hey all, your friendly neighborhood Co-Gm here just to let you know I'll be pretty much heading the departments of science (through an NPC of course), so keep me in the loop. :)

@NuttsnBolts

Dr. Armand Holtz

_{» C A T E G O R Y}

Director of Science ● Polaroid

_{» D E S C R I P T I O N}

Doctor Armand Holtz it just average enough to appear ordinary. Nondescript face, with all of the plain features attached, he's nothing extraordinary to look at. In fact, he's not really weird either. He also happens to be one of the most brilliant minds to have awoken on Awilix, or at least in it's atmosphere. He's an outstanding chemist who's dabbled in thermodynamics and astrophysics. So, it's no wonder he's the acting director of what science departments do exist on the city of landing.

Aramand's Lunos is Polaroid, in short he has the power to create a Polaroid picture of whatever he's looking at. Unfortunately for him, if his eyes are the lens, that means his mouth is the ejector. Due to the rapid nature of his ability, his eyes will merely flash a bright gold as he activates his Lunos.

The Mysteries of Awilix (A Planetary, Magic RP)

@Caits I assume not, the area was taped off.

The Mysteries of Awilix (A Planetary, Magic RP)

Dr. Avaline Rose

_{» C A T E G O R Y}

Agricultural Department Assistant Director ● Literary Imprint

_{» D E S C R I P T I O N}

In another life, Avaline could have been that tall, long legged blonde with a shapely rear and assets one might not mind taking a closer look at. However, she's quite clerical, and no sense. Punctual, pointed, and serious about her work and is often free with her critiques. She dressed as sharp as she glares, with icy blue eyes that her vibrant blonde locks couldn't soften. She's calm and calculating, but is prone to irritation, especially when her plans go awry. She prides herself on being a meticulous planner, knowing what goes where, and even how long it should take to do it. She values results, calculated numbers, and is comforted by the order of the world. She prefers crisp reports over ambiguity, statistics over guess, results over fabrications. However, she is honest, and clear in what she wants, or expects of you. She doesn't leave things with much mystery.

Avaline's literary imprinting allows her to write on any surface without ever touching a pen. She can simply will the words into existence but she can only erase that which she has created. She cant write in air too, however, since that's not a solid, permanent surface, if left alone it will evaporate. She can choose a variety of flavors, though she usually goes with an ink look. Her words can be erased and covered by normal means one would otherwise take to remove words and letting, with little difficulty. Her words typically manifest with the consistency of a light coat of paint, not too strong, but not so weak as to simply wash away. However, imprinting on a document like paper, it has the consistency of ink.

@NuttsnBolts

The Mysteries of Awilix (A Planetary, Magic RP)

N I R K E T C H E R

Sub-Level Three

Nir’s eyes focused on the information rapidly descending on the barely opaque screen before him, glowing faintly blue and humming softly. Not the machine, mind you, but himself. There was no tune, no rhythm to the sounds, just a casual, happy murmur of low noise to offset the droning of the air pumping units and the faint taps his fingers made as they sped across the glass-like panel, one holding an array of keys meant for a computer such as this. Avaline sat next to him, likely perusing other tasks she had to be about, or perhaps planning her week out. She was meticulous in that way, planning, arranging, organizing. She liked everything laid out before her, broken down into neat row and column punctuated with estimates on how long each task should take. She always accounted some extra time when visiting him. He didn’t mean to throw her plans out of array, yet, there was so much to do. So many problems to solve.

His lips turned down in a half frown, though it was more of a pursing of the lips as his eyes gazed above, and slightly through the screen before him. The plants, it always came back to the plants. Part of him wondered what would be left for him to do once he solved this problem—And he would solve it—but another part merely chuckled, there was always something to do. Always something that needed understanding. However, the wilting, dying plants grouped on the counters were dying, even those that seemed vibrantly alive. To him, they were suffering, their color a few shades paler, their perkiness just a bit off. It wasn’t as if he could feel their pain, perhaps not yet, but somehow he knew. The struggle was immense, he could ascertain that much when he encouraged them to grow with his Lunos. It was growing easier, with practise, but the plants did not want to take. It was as if somehow they knew this was wrong, that this was not their home, and they did not belong here. Almost as if they did not want to grow here, and now in light of that recent message… Nir was inclined to believe those feelings.

Avaline cleared her throat, noticing he had stopped. He shot her a bashful smiling, turning back to the computer, to the data, the forms. It was comforting, filling out section after section with prerequisite information. Not because it was ordered, or streamline, but because there was nothing left to figure out. Nothing too important, for the Ghost Leaf anyways. Yes, there were always the problems of cost and profit, distribution, growing, and things of that sort. There was Mr.Quan, who would no doubt press for increased, industrialized production and larger growing fields. But for Nir, he had delved the secrets of this plant, discovered not far from the border of the city, and he had solved it’s puzzle.

It was surprising, to find something so valuable to close. He didn’t yet trust himself to venture farther out, that’s what the scouts were for with their more useful Lunos abilities, for those that could control them better. Nir was a fledgling, one that had just barely started to grow it’s feathers. He was not yet ready to fly. His Lunos remained unreliable at times, and when he tried to force a change that was too unnatural, it became difficult. No, he would need more practise.

He finlized the production forms and sent them out, to other heads of other departments who would oversee them and likely fill out their own forms. Hopefully, it would be less than a day or two before he could show something from his work. It had been a pleasant distract while he tried to unlock the mysteries of the farming situation. A side project he had completed before the main task. Despite all of the inevitable waiting, on scouts to bring samples, for earth to be cleared, for plants to grow, it still sat wrong with him. Yes, Ghost Leaf was an achievement, his first, and hopefully there would be many more to come. He just felt as if he had failed so far, the rations wouldn’t last forever. If he couldn’t solve this problem, they would all die.

He stopped humming as his eyes fell on the stacks of papers Avaline had brought with her. Seeing that he had finally turned his attention towards her task, Avaline perked up and sat her tablet down. He waved her off, before she could speak. It was better to read, or at least scan what you were about to sign rather than have someone read it to you. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Avaline, he was just the type of person to look up a word even if you’d told him the correct definition beforehand. Just to be sure.

Mostly, the papers revolved around the agricultural department, very little had to do with the biological facility he managed despite being the only actual member of staff there. Finance reports, clearing schedules, supply requisitions and budget expectations, and of course, some heavily worded requests from the businessmen up top. Though Mr.Quan was their primary funder, pushing the needs of Nir’s department in whatever management council they had established up there, there were some smaller donors. Advocates of science, those who looked towards the future of life on Awilix, they understood the need. That was another slight worry, once he solved this problem, would their support drop if not stop completely? Everything was a puzzle, and many things he did not have an answer to. That didn’t bother him.

He only worried about the plants.

Avaline was more than capable of running the department in his stead. To be honest, he hardly wanted the job in the first place, but somebody had to do it. Perhaps it was his lack of trust that he didn’t push the position on somebody else, someone who would devote more time and attention to it. Maybe he didn’t want to be ordered around, perhaps set on some useless task. Avaline was a good choice, there were some other bureaucratic folk he associated with on occasion that could fill the place. Yet, he didn’t give it up. He’d even been asked a few times if he would step down now that the others had their wits about them. He did not.

That was a mystery about himself, and that did bother him. Substantially so. A person should not be a mystery to himself.

"Hey buddy, got you your sample."

Nir gave a slight start of surprise. He had been so absorbed into the reports he hadn’t heard the door open. Jethro entered, indeed with the promised sample, causing Nir to smile slightly. He wasn’t sure why he liked the man so much. Perhaps it was his jubilant nature and attitude. For such a simple man, he was surprising down to earth. One could be fooled by that goofy grin of his, Nir had once looked into his eyes and known there was perhaps a bit more behind that smile. Maybe it was a kinship, Jeth didn’t seem to care much for the complexities around him, prefering the simplicities in his life. Nir felt the same yet, despite the complicated nature of the things he delved into. He didn’t much care for anything other than the plants and their problems, but he did have something they both cared about.

”Ahoy Jeth, Thanks for coming,” Nir said, finishing his signature with a flourish on the final page requiring his attention. He didn’t stand however, instead he motioned for Jethro to sit as Nir pulled unlocked a drawer off to his side. ”I know you’re a busy man, so I won’t keep you long—fields to plow and earth to turn and all that, but I’ve got something here for you and your boys. I actually just sent out the paperwork, so you should start seeing it hit the shelves in a couple of days. I did push for the price to be lower, I didn’t want the Leaf to be something for the higher class, ya’know?” Nir rambled, pulling out an inconspicuous bag.

Trapped between the clear, thin walls of the plastic was a substance that could have passed as a dried herb for spicing food, but the look in Jethro’s eyes said that he knew better. Nir unzipped the top, letting the scent waft out. It was pungent, permeating the air with the scent of bitter dried herb and mint. Nir took a pipe out next, ignoring the wrinkling of Avaline’s nose—likely in disgust—as he did so.

”Well..” Avaline began, pointedly. ”If you’ll just excuse me, I’ve been here far too long and should see these reports to their proper homes.”

Nir nodded, with a dismissal wave of his hand, causing Avaline to sniff in disapproval. He hadn’t meant to be rude, he was just occupied. He felt rather excited, hopefully his friend shared the same attitude. Jethro emptied his hands, setting his bongos on the floor and produced his pipe. In a moment Nir had both of them stuffed with the dried, blueish leaf, packed down to perfection. He took out a second bag of the drug, though it was larger than the first he had produced.

”This one’s for sharing Jeth, and I know you will. Don’t spread it around too much yet though, I’d hate to see you mugged,” Nir paused for a moment, looking at the man before him and let out a chuckle, ”Well, perhaps get into a scuffle then… would you like the honors?” Nir finished, producing a nonchalant silver flip lighter, a relic really, from an age past, and holding it out.

@Americore

The Mysteries of Awilix (A Planetary, Magic RP)

A V A L I N E R O S E

Sub-Level Three

Doctor Avaline Rose strode down a corridor of dull metal panels, linking beneath the scattered lights set into the ceiling above. There were few markings on the walls, abstractive lines in red and white, section numbers, and others that turned to a blur as her long legs carried her purposeful strides towards the end of the northern hallway. Set beneath the towering structure that was the City of Landing, the sublevels held a stuffy sense of confinement—despite the adequate ventilation chambers set at intervals in the crevice between floor and wall—one reeking of achievement and learning.

Here was the home for the small, yet growing vision of one small, odd man. To either side rectangular viewing windows stretched, showing the sparse clusters of men and woman adorned in white coats bristling when pens and pads, their goggle clad faces bowed together in hot debate or over their research materials. There a man gestured with a long, thin rod of metal, instructing his underlings on scientific principles, though only three people sat before him. Avaline sniffed, pushing up the spectacles balanced delicately on the bridge of her pointed nose, lips pursed in thought. ’We’ll be needing more minds to tame this world, perhaps I should suggest funding a center of learning..’ she mused, letting her thoughts carry her.

Too soon, she found herself on one side of the metal barrier, split with a line down the middle, that separated her from the man who had somehow managed to pull all of this together. She remembered, briefly, the first days upon this god forsaken world. People running about in panic, children crying, people lost and looking dazed as a mass hysteria swept through them. Perhaps it was excitement and wonder, or maybe fear of the unknown. Either way, Avaline was quite pleased to see how quickly order had been established.

She sighed, taking a breath and steeling herself for what was about to come. She still wasn’t used to such.. Aberrant behavior. The door hissed open as her heels clicked against the white synthetic flooring, likely a poured type of surface with an antimicrobial coating. She stiffened as her gaze swept over the room, fingers tapping incessantly on the clipboard pinned beneath her arm and pressed to her abdomen. Before her the scene was chaotic, haphazard, and a potential danger, though she might need time to prove that last thought.

The space was rather large, with a counter that ran around three walls of the windowless room, set with cabinets above and below, doors of which had been left open at random. The room’s two sinks sat clustered with dirty equipment, and the countertops themselves were a disorganized mess of samples. She walked along the length of the counter, trying to ignore the tools and implements left strewn between the work material.

Clusters of plastic containers sat huddled together, not in neat and tidy rows, but apparently grouped by difference. All of them filled with dirt, some of which were peculiar shades, and labeled by what had been done to the soil. Some of them held vibrant green plants, others of awkward shades and hues, but mostly they held the shriveled corpses of those that had not taken. Her heart sank somewhat as she noted that nearly all of the samples held dead plants. She crossed to the section of counter running parallel to the door, looking at the labels. Most were noted to be show sterilization levels, soil composition and origin, and the chemical adjustments. Clipboards next to each grouping held firmly clamped notes, which she peeked at. Unfortunately, Avaline was never known for her love of plants, and many of the things listed were foreign to her.

One label in particular caught her eye. She noticed that this particular label was associated with more than a few groupings of plants, some of which looked promising.

”Jethro?” She queried, righting herself and catching Nir’s eyes through the holo display of his computer. He simply nodded, in fact, by the look of it he hardly seemed aware of her presence, let alone the implied question. His slight nimble fingers were rapidly speeding across the flat surface of electronic keys. From this side of the display Avaline could see he was working on inputting simulation model data, likely to further refine his theories. She sniffed again, adjusting her glasses and smooth her unwrinkled lab coat before placing herself next to him. She set the clipboard down, a bit too firmly, which seemed to shock him out of the scientific trance he had entered.

”Ah, Ava-”

”Doctor-”

”-you mentioned Jethro? The farmhand, yes?” Nir asked, catching Ava’s eyes with his own, dark brown and glistening as if he had forgotten to blink in some time. Avaline sighed, at times she felt less like an assistant director and more like a mother, and not just because of the ageless face behind those wizened eyes.

”The samples?” She admonished, raising a blonde brow in skepticism.

”Oh, right.. Right, he was helping. He has power over dirt.. Or soil, though I don’t know the extend of it he claims-”

”He’s a simple farmer, not a scientist.” Ava countered curtly, disapproval evident on her face.

”Well his plants seem to be fairing better, or, at least the soil. Something about manipulating the composition, though it seemed a strain, I often find myself having a hard time-”

”And what of them? Are they sustainable? Mr.Quan is already pushing the agricultural department to clear land faster, I think the Ghost Leaf has made him rather.. exuberant.”

”Technically..” Nir began, though at the clearing of Avaline’s throat he paused to focus, ”For practically purposes, no, those that do live die overnight, and some of them even I can’t bring back. Those you see there I’ve already written off, the code is.. Wrong, warped. It’s becoming quite clear that earthly plants were not made for this planet, I mean that’s obvious, but we can’t adapt them here. Even if we could it would take far too long. Our efforts have proven useless, and I rather like Jeth thank you, his bongos are.. cool.”

Avaline let out a hmph, to let Nir know just exactly what she thought of that. Cool? For god’s sake he was a man of science, a young man, but of science no less. When she had heard Nir had been the first to step forward, she was expecting a man forged by the passage of time, of trials and tribulation, not this.. This boy! Her teeth pressed together as she looked back at the samples, asking farm hands to help? No matter the extent of their.. Abilities, was outrageous. Surely a simpleton couldn’t be elevated above his position simply because he can move dirt.

No, it had to be that Nir was studying the effects of dirt touched by the Lunos, that had to be it, yes! That was why she had chosen to follow him, she would have never considered that, or perhaps at a much later date. She was focused on practical applications, and Nir was, well.. Nir. She stooped over his shoulder, looking at the model of rendered orbs spinning lazy patterns across the display. He wasn’t even working on the planting problem, her eye twitched.

”I thought you were working on farms? Surely this pet project of yours can wait?” She insisted, tapping her foot impatiently against the floor. It took Nir a moment to notice, or rather finish what he was doing, though he seemed completely oblivious to the subtle clicks of her pointed shoe.

”Pet project?” Nir asked incredulously, ”This will revolutionize the smoking industry as soon as I can get these documents sent out to the manufacturing facilities. I’m sure Mr.Quan is worked up over the speed of the crop’s growth.. Despite the fact that I may have helped them along-Now now stop glaring at me. I’ve asked the scouts to collect samples from the surrounding jungle, and we currently have some test crops nearing the end of their cycle. Everything is going along smoothly.”

Avaline’s eyes pinched together, smoothly for Nir was akin to riding a dingy through a tropical storm. Smoothly. Hah! A small chime played as Nir’s display notified him of an impending message. He clicked it open, causing Avaline to sigh. She was definitely not done talking about this! However, the message caught her attention. Her eyes widened, as she read. A small pang of sadness resonated through her, Reggie was dead. She frowned, she had rather liked the man. Hardworking, industrious, just as people should be. She looked at Nir whose face was… blank as he responded, did the boy feel nothing?

Jeth. Mark the crop with hazard tape.. And add lights, I like the lights.
Wait for medical, let them examine the body there if they can.
Tell them what happened, then come and see me.
Oh, and bring a sample, I’ll take a look at it.
-NIR

P.S Bring your pipe.

Avaline’s face scrunched together again, Nir was an unending source of worry for her, ”Are you planning to okay the distribution of the Ghost Leaf? What about clinical trials, and long term studies?”

”Well, we did short term studies, and I’ll probably be dead before we clear a long term trial. There’s no inclinations that the Ghost Leaf will lead to long term illness or death, and even if does, nobody will care. That much is certain, just look at the tobacco industry, or what it had been. Nobody cares as long as they get their fix and I for one, would like to smoke something.”

Avaline stared at him for a long moment. His reasoning was infuriatingly sound, despite the uncouth methods. She was glad to be only second in command. The task Nir had taken upon himself was a daunting one, and yet he handled it as if it were the most natural thing in the world. He only stressed about his problems, those of the plants, everything else seemed.. Expected, to him. At least from her viewpoint.

”Right, well.. I have some things I need you to sign off on,” Avaline said, motioning towards the clipboard.

”Is it the funding reports you threatened me with? Nir asked carefully, staring at the clipboard in what might have been abject horror. Avaline nodded, prompting Nir’s own sigh as he ran a hand through his hair, though it remained unlively and flat, if not a bit disheveled.

”Alright, but it’ll have to wait until I get these manufacturing releases done. By the light, the stuff is already clean, dried, and rolled into a tube. I just need to fill out the forms.. Phah, there’s always a bloody form, can’t escape them.”

”My, what colorful language you have Doctor Nir,” Ava mused, a small smile pulling at the corner of her mouth.

”A man’s gotta have hobbies,” Nir replied, already turning back to his work.

Avaline pulled up a chair, sitting near him, but not too close. Just incase his slight madness was catching. She produced a small tablet from her coat, going over the functions of the various departments she helped oversee, though in actuality she practically managed the entire affaire. Nir could hardly be disturbed from returning to his plants and dirt, he wasn’t much of a bureaucrat. Despite that, his mind was.. Plentiful. What she saw as grand ideas and meticulous planning, he gave as if it were ordinary.

She shook her head slowly, perhaps in disbelief, though with more than just a little wonder as she tucked a golden curl behind her ear. Luckily, she was a patient person. There was always work to be done, and most of Nir’s director duties had been pushed off onto her, where she had in turn passed some things off to her underlings. Yet, her mind kept going back to the notice from earlier, killed by a tomato.. What a way to go. She hated the uncertainty that brought, of the future, or her livelihood. Without sustainable food, they wouldn’t survive. Her gaze fell to Nir’s back, tapping away, data streaming before him. He looked so much like a boy, Avaline saw something of a son in him, despite their few years of difference.

She had Sons that were still on the ship, still frozen, still sleeping, and she missed them terribly.

The Mysteries of Awilix (A Planetary, Magic RP)

@BrokenPromise Ah, nothing like some good 'ol incest to lighten the mood.

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Also, just a heads up, horticultural means basically the management and cultivation of gardens (IE: Planting crops and etc, it's a synonym to agricultural)

I would just use the term "Wild", perhaps "Indigenous" (sounds fancy). I know the terms aren't perfect and that's kind of intended. New world, Rough science.