kugawing’s pile of art realm

[fulzanin]

“Do you know how annoying it is,” Chiskati was saying, pacing slowly back and forth from where she and her two crewmates were in the central chamber of the ship, “to mess up a delivery order, of all things?”

Quanter did not really care for his employer. She was a ruthless being that, as far as he knew, had not an empathetic bone in her body. Her eyes’ sadistic gleam were hardly hidden behind the pink visor that covered her face. Her feathers were oily, reflecting the blue light of the spaceship’s overhead lighting. Sharp claws that likely had been filed once, raptor like feet that were ever so slightly tinted red from smashing her feet down on skulls. The red underbelly that all her kind shared barely poked out from the collar of her shirt, making her seem to have blood there as well. Horns, antlers, antennae, and a singular horn on her forehead adorned her face, making smashing her own skull impossible. Broad feathered wings were ruffled by her sides, and a long tail gave her an overall raptor-looking build. Golden mechanics were infused with her body, which reflected that familiar blue hue he had grown used to. “Yes, All Powerful, I did that quite frequently as a cadet,” Quanter answered.

When her gaze fell onto him, he lowered his head and turned away. Eye contact was not allowed with this fearsome example of evolution gone wrong. “This is not going to be turned into a sob story about your days as a cadet,” she snapped. Her tone wasn’t as harsh due to Quanter using her title, rather than her name. She was ever picky about that, and loved to be called such. All powerful, why, there wasn’t much higher to ascend in the titles given in Spore. “Tsakt, have you figured out where we are yet? I am starting to get dreadfully impatient with your skills of operating my equipment.”

“I was just waiting on you to finish speaking, All Powerful. That and you’re not going to like what it’s saying.” In comparison to the ever boastful and fearful All Powerful Hosajisk, Tsakt was meek. His pink and orange eyes were up on stalks. Instead of clothes he wore a strong backpack, one with fins attached to help him swim. His feet were webbed, and his serrated teeth defined him as a carnivorous fish eater. He was the assigned cook on this ship, but Quanter would rather cook for himself.

“Now you’re keeping me in suspense. I hate suspense, Tsakt,” Chiskati hissed, her words curling and ending in a sharpened tone.

Tsakt nervously gulped, and Quanter found himself doing the same. Then he coughed, wincing as it rattled the golden tube that went through his chest. Some of blue blood dropped forth, but he ignored such for the most part. “Another universe, All Powerful.”

“Dark Spore.” Chiskati immediately assumed. Her claws tensed- that too Quanter caught. He liked to think he was observant for his kind, a species that was deemed so weak and inferior that they were considered horrifically expendable. They all had their main Consequence Trait ripped from them, and so he did his best to compensate. He couldn’t tell nor sing someone into doing a task with no effort, and so he made sure to be aware and to never get himself into such a predicament.

“No, no it’s not Dark Spore, at least not according to this.” At that Quanter winced. Telling Chiskati no would be a death wish, at least for him. Tsakt somehow seems to be on better terms with the All Powerful than he was. How or why, he didn’t know. He wished he knew. He hated being the source of Chiskati’s anger relief when she was barely restraining herself from destroying planets.

Yet, judging from the fluffing of her wings, Quanter assumed that such was not too far away. “Not Dark Spore. How..exciting.” She eyed the tablet that Tsakt had been using, which laid on the floor before the Spore as he couldn’t hold it. Lacking hands was a pain Quanter had never experienced, and hoped never would. He watched the Hosajisk turn on a heel, and he shuffled his feet closer together as he noted that she was heading to the cockpit. “My, we might as well make ourselves comfortable, yes? It would be rude of this universe to not let that be so. I think this would be a great place to have a colony, don’t you think? Who knows what they could find here.”

Quanter knew what she was really going for here. That was an excuse, an excuse that she did not need in order to do what she wanted. Her title stated that she was All Powerful, and with all power, she very would could do whatever she pleased, whenever and wherever.  It was the same sort of deal that he had grown used to on the spaceship. Finding a planet and either blowing it up, or dropping it’s terrascore in a few seconds flat. Those were Chiskati’s favorite methods of wiping out life, less she beam down and execute high authority figures herself.

It was after the tenth planet and setting up two colonies on the now decimated planets that they finally did land, just so the spaceship could recharge. Solar power was useful in a situation such as this, and it was followed by a rant of how they should be able to charge just by flying around one of the suns of question. Ridiculous, Chiskati has exclaimed, but then was calmed by telling herself that she had far better things to do after she rested. “Go stand outside, Quanter,” she barked upon pausing him in a hallway, clawing and breaking the broom that he had been sweeping with. Quanter did not argue. Arguing with the All Powerful was a death sentence. So he nodded his head, grabbed his tablet from the shelf near the center chamber, and went to sit outside.

It was a new universe, but it was the same thing as always. Chiskati causing death and destruction wherever she went, never giving anyone the slightest chance to fight or retaliate against her. He wished it would have changed upon coming to a new universe, but who was he kidding? Miracles didn’t exist. He was on his own out here. He wished something actually exciting would happen for once, something to break the monotony of his dreadful life.

Something exciting was happening. Something that made him feel alive and shake away the feelings of sleep. He was given a mission, that fact alone was enough to give him the strength to put up with Dragato and Arthur talking. The past few days had been boring, so very very boring. Pirell was gone on a mission, Kirby and most of the other apprentices were off with Meta Knight, Kat, Twaine and Nonsurat on a training expedition, and everyone else had somewhere to be except him. That was finally changing, and he was livid.

“Ten planets. What do you mean ten, whole, planets, in what a course of days?!” Dragato was having one of his.. what Falspar could only describe as a freak out. Lately he’d been having a lot of those, but it was hard to tell if something was actually wrong with the ginger or if he was just being himself. “T-the only one that had that power was Nightmare, h-he can't be back Kirby killed him we all saw it!” The ginger haired piyan stalked back and forth, Falspar was kind of listening, but mostly folding a piece of scrap paper into an airplane.

“It's not Nightmare Dragato we’d know, besides none of these attacks have been described as Demonbeasts as we went over. For all we know someone just has a fancy ship and a big gun, like the last person that we dealt with.” Arthur tried to reason, only to get the ‘oh but they only took over two planets not ten!’ Response.
Arthur just gave a sigh. His second in command was a real mental workout some days, he just turned to his brother with the bright red hair and cleared his throat to get his attention. “Falspar, go investigate that ship. Don't start any fights you hear? But use any means to defend yourself.”

Falspar gave an excited grin, white gloved paws gripping the edge of the table. “Any means?” He raised a brow. He already knew the answer, but felt satisfaction digging under Arthur’s skin to make him say it. A deep angry breath came from that golden helm, Falspar tried to hold back the immature snickers.

“Yes any means.”

“Than I’ll be back by dawn.”

Now, when it came to being a night person, he was no spanish vampire like Mety was, in fact in his opinion night was best spelt snuggled against Pirell. But this night, this night he was actually on a mission. A mission that gave him a reason to use his skills that blended him into the growing shadows, the one that let him walk silently without disturbing the environment or letting his armour clink together. The same one that let him hide himself despite basically having a big red beacon on his head. Like a ninja, a very cool awesome ninja with fabulous hair that was. He poked his head slightly from a hiding place, a determined Falspar-y look on his face. So a ship, Arthur was right in the fancy part. It was definitely better than most tech he came across.

The spaceship wasn’t all that big. Was it fancy? Of course. Blue lights flickered along the side of the ship in a pulsating mannerism. There was a series of canons on the front, which awkwardly looked like mandibles. It was a warship, after all, but somehow it also had the appearance of a beetle? It was a forest green mixed with barely able to be differed from black blues, said black-blues typically being the windows. Again, very oddly shaped like a beetle; had six ‘legs’, a ‘head’, and was just...shaped that way. There didn't seem to be a door, spare just one slightly darker valued frame with a panel off to its left. Then there was the creature that was sitting near the doorway, legs crossed and swiping a tablet that was held in his hands.

He was a strange grey pink in color, with antlers that were sharp and curled in random ways. He had icy blue eyes, but he wasn’t looking up. His hands had the tiniest bits of webbing in them, gripping the tablet tightly. His face had a snout, which honestly made him seem like he had a massive overbite considering how big his upper jaw was in comparison to the lower. His tail was sleek and waving slowly from side to side behind him. His attire was green, and had tiny glowing blue spots on it. There was a golden tube that went through him- one could see the ship he sat before through such. He had ears that twitched a little as he scrolled through the tablet, soft hums being interrupted by wheezes. He was strange, and quite tall, almost nine feet if one were to include the height added by his antlers. Sitting at the moment though, his hooved feet slightly clicking together.

Falspar nibbled slightly at his tongue, blinking when he noticed Quanter. An alien no doubt, but a species he had certainly never seen. If Dragato was here he could only begin to picture how the nerding would start. Blah blah blah look at this blah blah blah specimens blah blah blah nerd nerd nerd. Very complex stuff was the language of the nerd, but Falspar knew little and really the only one of them that actually knew how to speak it was Dragato. Investigate Arthur had said, but he had never specified if that meant talking to the aliens or boarding the ship.

Quanter himself hadn't been doing much, just sitting around outside. Chiskati hadn’t told him what to do, and so he was sitting and amusing himself by opening up the sketching application on his tablet and began scribbling and mixing together colors. He looked up and rolled his neck a little, his teeth clicking a few times. There was a spurge of nonsense that he said, tapping against the screen a few times: likely hitting the undo button. He leaned back a little against the beetle looking spaceship, tilting his head back to let his spine rest from being curled forward to scribble. He had been turning his gaze back to the tablet when he had finally noticed something was..a little off. His blue eyes squinted, him slowly raising himself up from his sitting position to be standing.

“Oh heyyyy there!” Falspar greeted when he realized trying to pretend to be a bush didn't exactly work, the piyan pulling out of his hiding spot in a bold mannerism . He figured it was the armour, what kind of bushes wore armour? That was stupid! He failed to realize that bushes also weren't bright red and that his hair was horrifically noticable. Falspar’s stats included lots of attack points, fair defence, lots of charisma points, and absolutely zero stealth points or wisdom points whatsoever. Falspar was a good soldier and all, but sometimes he was about as intelligent as a sack of hammers, but who needed that? Wisdom was for nerds like Dragato, you didn’t have to be brainy to be fabulous or a good fighter like he was!

Quanter, like any Space-Faring Spore, had a short ranged communicator. His was usually tucked into the collar of his shirt, or worn in a bracelet around his forearm. It took a few moments to ‘connect’, as it were, to the language that had been spoken to address him in. It sizzled, forcibly changing his tongue to the language at hand. “..yo.” His reply was quiet, him flexing his jaw at the strange sounding word. It felt weird, suddenly speaking and understanding a new language, but it was useful. Admitiable he wished it didn’t have to shock him to work, but he decided that beggars could not be choosers in a situation such as this. Who was that? What was that? It confused him, and a hand slowly raised. Was it a manner to show that he was unarmed? Friendly? Greeting? The Kuthinian was tall, but other than his antlers didn’t seem to have a sharp edge on his body.

Falspar gave a wide smile at the ‘yo’. “Dude you speak my language.” Well Dragato had his weird boring ‘formal’ way of speaking, Falspar had basically all the slang. This guy, he already liked this guy. He wasn't even using the bard yet and things were going smoothly. What were those two so worried about? At this point he was wondering if they had the wrong person, this guy didn’t look like he had nearly enough energy to take over ten planets.

“Oh. I uh, I don’t, I don’t speak it really. I just got it right now. When you spoke it I got to speak it.” His words sounded a little bit broken, and his pronunciations were a little off. It screamed not being native to the language. He didn’t look threatening spare his antlers. He again flexed his jaw. He had tiny, needle looking front teeth, but otherwise? There was nothing threatening about him. He tucked his tablet under an arm. “I’m from Kintash, I only speak my language. Is, am I making sense? I haven’t actually spoken to anyone of a seperate tongue in a while.”

Kintash? He couldn’t recall if he had heard the name before, sounded neat though, more creative than Popstar. Falspar gave a small wave of a paw, so onto business, he was here to investigate, but where to start? He glanced up at the obvious thing that came to view, the big hulking spaceship. “Hey nice spaceship you got here.” He looked up at it with his large golden yellow eyes that shone through his mask. Sure why not? Learn a little more about it, all the good stuff.

Quanter glanced behind him to look himself at the large, beetle like ship. “Oh. Uh, it’s not mine.” He said after a moment, shaking his head. That sounded like every single interaction where someone was lying. An awful lie it was, in any language, of something illegal not being theirs. “It’s my boss’, the All Powerful’s. I’m not allowed to own spaceships.” He elaborated after a moment, waving the hand that was not tight to his side to hold the tablet. He referred to Chiskati by her title even when she wasn’t present. He didn’t doubt her having recording technology on these tablets. She needed no excuse to be rude and mean to him, to hurt him. Quanter didn’t want to give her a reason to make the torment worse.

A sharp snicker came from the green piyan, a grin following. Wow some title, what was with villains having such funny names, Lord Nightmare the Emperor of the Universe, and now the The All Powerful, couldn’t they at least try to be more creative? If he was a villain obviously his name would be …. well obviously something like Pyro Prankster or something cool like that. “All powerful huh?” He put his paws to his hips and struck one of his typical poses. “I’d like to see her fight me, for I am the amazing pretty powerful myself, Sir Falspar!” He stated, waiting for a ‘woahhh’ or at the very least a simple ‘woot’ would heavily suffice.

Quanter frowned at the snicker that came from the knight. Why..why was he laughing? Not really laughing, the Kuthinian quickly corrected. Snickering. He rocked back on his hooves, ears raising in a form of surprise. “Sir Falspar, huh. Is that first and last name business or is it titles?” His head curiously tilted. New universe,  he reminded himself. There was a tiny snicker of his own at the other’s pose. What..what was he doing? First laughing at the title of the All Powerful, and now he was..posing? Confusion was evident across his face. Slowly his free hand raised to give a thumbs up. “Is it Sir or is Falspar? Both? Er, uh, I’m Quanter. The Acknowledged. Not as high up as All Powerful. Just work for her. Assigned, really.” He ended in an uncomfortable mutter. Yes, assigned, forced, pushed, insisted. This language had lots of terms for that one terminology.

“Oh no Sir is my title because I’m a knight, my last name is Ceran so it’s Falspar, Falsy, whatever you wanna call me Quanter,” Falspar gave an amused huff, rubbing his forehead. “Sheesh what, do they have a list or something? If they are so high and mighty why do they only have one guard? Pff I bet I could beat them!” He declared, putting his booted foot down. Falspar was a confident one, and obviously if he could survive an entire war and lectures from Dragato or Arthur, he could very well survive whoever this ‘all mighty’ was.

Quanter slowly tilted his head. “Yes..? If there is no rank of the stars then how is anyone to know who is lesser and who is more? Lists are important. I don’t have the list.” He explained. He felt as if he was essentially challenging the All Powerful with that statement, using the thumbs up in order to gesture behind him to the spaceship. “I would really rather not fight, it’s not my thing. The All Powerful likes fighting.” He then offered with a tiny flick of his tail. “The All Powerful has a gladiator ring on a Terrascore 0 planet, it’s full of lava. Either die by the claws or die by the fire.”

“Still, fancy title or not when it comes to a battle it's your skill that fights not your status or some fancy name.” He tapped his foot a bit, remaining firm with his claim that he could indeed beat whoever this her was. He had beaten so many strong monsters and come so far, was it truly wrong to have some pride and believe he could do it? He blinked at the mention of going on the ship, giving the finger guns. “Ayyy she said nothing bout a piyan starwarrior coming on board now did she?” He grinned. Bending rules, finding those loop holes to abuse the hell out of, yes, that was the best.

Quanter had looked down at his tablet while Falspar spoke, his tail slowly swishing the ground behind him. “Only get that high in the ranks if you’re great at what you do,” he quietly mumbled. He knew firsthand what the All Powerful had done to achieve that title. Merciless slaughter, just like what she was doing here. Killing for no reason other than she could, destroying just because she considered herself higher. Back home, that was allowed. No law could stop her, for there were none. “She didn’t say anything about not letting anyone in. Hold on,” he paused, hands tapping rapidly at the keyboard. The door lit up with a blue light before it opened. A staircase formed, and the hallway that the doorway led to began to light up as well. Blue lights, lots of blue light. Quanter went up the small staircase, waving with a paw for Falspar to follow. He assumed the Knight wanted on the spaceship. Chiskati hadn’t told him what he was supposed to do- so, what harm could come by this.

Falspar followed, his light blue cape fluttering a bit behind him. His yellow eyes slowly looked back and forth. The tiny tiny tiny part of him that was actually very rational reminded him this could all be one big hoax, a big surprise party that he really rather not be invited to. Basically he was ready to blast if needed, and he meant that literally, when in doubt set off a C4 and bolt was his motto.

The hall wound up eventually opening up into a pretty big area. It was the central room, with wires crossing the ceiling and glimmering at the edges with blue light. It had two hallways leading away from such- one to the front of the ship, the other to the back. There wasn’t much in this room spare what seemed to be blue dust, and lots of scratch marks against the dark green floor. Silver walls reflected the light blue gleams well, and made the place seem..cold. Barren. Not fit for living in. “I’ve been sitting outside for hours, I should go and get something to snack on,” Quanter briefly wondered aloud, scratching at his chin with a hand. He set the tablet back on the rack, where it beeped to signal it was beginning to charge.

“Wait. Hold the phone and don’t touch that dial. Did you say… snacks?!” A small squeal came from the piyan. The legendary word.. right next to pranks. And maybe cuddles. He loved snacks, especially if they were chocolate or free. Free meant no coins out of his already pathetic and thin wallet, and chocolate was unquestionably a treat that had to have been made by an Ancient or some other high godly like being.

Quanter looked back at Falspar when he spoke up. He hadn’t even thought to consider that his..guest? Would he call him guest? He decided to go with that term. He hadn’t considered that his guest would be hungry. “Snacks, yes, I believe that is the right term. Do you want some?” He inquired. The Kuthinian began walking to the hallway that led to the back of the spaceship. His arms crossed and his tail dragged behind him as he walked along, again gesturing for Falspar to follow after him. “We have fruits and meat and spices. Not much in term of actual meals. I can’t cook either.”

“Heck yes! I'm not picky snacks are snacks!” He gave a fist bump against the air above his head, excitement ringing clear in his care-free voice. Falspar was like Kirby in that sense, food was food and if it was edible it went down the gullet. Besides who knew what cool food aliens had?

The Kuthinian glanced over his shoulder and offered the piyan a smile. He went down the hallway, passing by a few doors on the right before turning into a room on the left. The kitchen wasn’t super furnished. A table, some cabinets, and the standard cooking tools such as the oven, fridge, and microwave. No stove, sadly. It was equally as sad that all fruits in the Spore Galaxy were the same, a vibrant yellow-orange mango tasting fruit. He went to a cabinet and got out a basket of the things, setting them down on the table in the center of the kitchen. The floor was grey tile here, a lot less scratched than the last room had been. Most herbivores of Spore hated the taste of the mango fruit after a while, but it was the only fruit in the entire universe. The solution was in the next thing that Quanter grabbed: a few vials of Blue Spice (as that happened to be his favorite). He dumped it in with the fruits and the...wide varieties of meats that were already on the table. Wings, tails, arms, legs, ribs, whatever one wanted, it was uncooked, and raw, and it was there. There were also some pale, pink looking bread that Quanter also got out, making a soft grunt-hum as he did such. “Sandwiches good?”

Falspar had been busy investigating the fruits with both suspicious and curious glares.. almost looked like he was trying to interrogate the yellow-orange fruit in question. He was really just curious about the taste, and was wondering if it would be good in some kind of pie or maybe a strudel, hah, strudel, what a funny word. He definitely loved trying new foods, and Falspar didn't have to worry about being poisoned either due to being a piyan. Basically capable of eating literally anything, bombs? Sure why not, random rocks? Yep! Literally anything was on the menu regardless if it was edible or not. He looked up at the mentioning of sandwiches, no words were needed just a thumbs up with a ‘proceed’ face on.

Quanter took the fruits and mushed them up on a plate so he could actually put them on the sandwiches, sliding it over the table towards the other as he unscrewed another vial of Blue Spice and dumped it on his own sandwich. “I'm not exactly a chef, can’t cook, so will be okay. Hopefully. You ever had Blue Spice before? It’s my favorite.” He swiftly took a mouthful of the sandwich he had prepared. Sharp teeth made it easy to tear, but his back molars allowed for him to chew. An omnivorous creature, that was clear to see now.

“Hey what's that stuff?” He looked at the blue poof.. of .. whatever the heck that stuff was. It had gone poof though. “Uh, no I’ve never heard of it, but we do have spices here, like papika, and uh, basal? I don’t really like that one though. Oh oh ginger is a really good one,” Falspar really didn’t remember the actual names for all the spices, which sometimes concerned his family, but he promised that he would always know which one to use by the smell and look of it, his hyper brain remembering things by the colour and if it smelled like hot pepper or something much sweeter.  Names were hard anyways and reading sucked! The only reading he tolerated was cooking instructions, and even than he usually had someone read it out loud for him.

Quanter finished chewing before he pointed at the few remaining vials of Blue Spice. “This? It's Blue Spice, one of the rarest spices back where we come from.” That also implied that no, this ship and it’s crew were not natives to this universe. It implied that they knew it, too. “Can sell it for a hefty amount. I think that’s why the All Powerful hasn’t smitten the Chamarsa Empire. I think she wants to take their planets so she can hoard Blue Spice. Make more pricey.” Then he likely wouldn’t be able to buy it anymore with the little money the All Powerful gave him. He grumbled a little at the thought, then trying to cover the noise by taking another hearty bite from the sandwich.

“Mmmm never heard of anything like that before, so where are you from again, like not your planet I got that already but what galaxy are you and this crew from?” Falspar took a sandwich, and in a typical manner of a piyan he just put the whole thing in his mouth and swallowed it whole. It earned a few almost purr like noises. “Wow this is good.”

Quanter tilted his head. Again he gulped down the mouthful of sandwich before speaking. “Galaxy? We’re all from Spore. Spore Galaxy. Sorry. Should have mentioned that earlier.” He apologized, taking one last bite to finish up his sandwich. He stretched his arms over his head, again flexing his jaw a little. Talking in this language was strange, it made him have to pronounce things a little more than the norm. Which was fine by him, leaning back in his chair until the metallic wings that were welded into his back clicked against the chair. He was nonchalant about where he came from as well, likely expected the other to know.

Falspar gave a small hum as he tried to recall if that was a place he knew… and his eyes slightly widened when he realized he hadn't even heard of Spore, or anything Spore related. So these guys were literal aliens?! “Uh… niceeee… so where's that? Like, not here obviously but how far?”

Quanter’s tail curled around his ankle a little upon noting the other’s eyes widening. So he didn’t know. The question wasn’t one that the Kuthinian could answer. He crossed his arms on the table, then laying his head down. His kind never tired as long as they ate enough. It was why they usually worked as guards, janitors, anything that usually caused extreme exhaustion. “I don’t really know, I don’t, I don’t have a way to quantify it or anything. Far? It made our Wormhole Key break, I think. Don’t actually know. Far? Sorry.” Another apology, one of his ears giving a tiny flick as he spoke.

“Ah darn hate when that happens it's the literal worst.” He agreed, the redhead rubbing slightly at his neck. So he was talking to someone from another dimension. No biggy. Not weird at all! Maybe that explained why they were taking over planets. “So, you in on the whole planet ruling thing? Caskati, or whatever, your leader person, is that just a thing she does?” Falspar tried to maintain a casual tone.. but really he only had one tone and that was Falspar. There was no serious, or upset, just one tone that could be described as a weird mash of happy and excited about something. That's how it worked.

The Kuthinian lifted his head up when the next question had been asked. “I don’t really like the idea of destroying stuff. It’s just the normality. The All Powerful doesn’t really do much other than blow up planets or ruin them. So it’s a thing she does. I mostly sweep. Charge stuff. Maybe on occasion I get to get beamed down and grab fauna and wildlife before the planet gets destroyed.” He wound up rambling. The other’s sympathetic comment of seemingly also having a Wormhole Key seemed to make him all the more open about talking. No Bard was really needed, the Kuthinian seemed more than happy to just have someone to talk to. No belittling, no being swatted, no swarm of mosquitoes biting at him constantly. It was nice to have someone that spoke to him as..an equal interrogator? There was a lot of questions but, hey, Quanter didn’t complain. It was talking after all!

“Well I guess I need to talk to her, ‘cause that don't fly in this place!” He crossed his arms, foot tapping. “The guy I work for, he's a bit of a butthead but he only said I couldn't start a fight he said nothing bout me just talking!”

Quanter somewhat shrugged his shoulders, wincing a little. He knew that Chiskati wouldn’t care about what flew and what didn’t in this place. That was how she operated, she destroyed and didn’t have to deal with the consequences, for no one existed to stop her. “She’s not exactly one to talk, don’t think it’s much better with outsiders-”

“Quanter? What in the name of Spode are you doing up so late? Wait, hold on, nevermind, you don’t have to sleep- what is that?!” It seemed that Tsakt had awoke, the Nukatish bristling angrily...not exactly having taken note of the piyan that sat at the table, but rather the Blue Spice on the floor. “There is blue spice. On. The FLOOR! I just cleaned not even an hour ago; the Kitchen isn't supposed to be used until morning!”

Falspar blinked slowly, before looking over at Quanter. “Someone's a neat freakkkkk.” He whispered, loudly, he wasn’t the kind to keep his opinion to himself, even if such meant being a little rude.

Tsakt’s beat clicked together, the eyes he possessed that were on stalks narrowing a bit. “The All Powerful said no visitors.” He growled, before shaking his head.

“When did she say that? She never told me,” Quanter threw in, watching Tsakt briskly walk to grab the broom and pan. He was four legged, he had to hold such between his serrated teeth.

Rather than answer the Kuthinian’s question, Tsakt let go of the broom and awkwardly clasped such between his front paws. “And now I have to clean. Again. You’re an ass, Quanter. This is why your filthy kind don’t get to do anything!”

The Kuthinian set the sandwich he had been holding down. He was used to this sort of banter from Chiskati, not much so from Tsakt. Perhaps he was trying to establish some form of dominance in the situation at hand. “That’s..I didn’t really mean to make a mess. Don’t know how got on the floor.” He mumbled, gaze lowering a bit. Again, he wasn't exactly needed on the team, he was simply the Kuthinian representative. “Just got hungry. Was gonna clean up anyways.”

“Well, I'm already here.” Tsakt snapped. He let the broom clatter to the floor, taking the Blue Spice filled plates and walking over to a cabinet and opening it, and throwing the dirty pan inside, which after a soft ‘click’ was thrown back out. “I might as well go on ahead and breakfast because you're hungry.”

Falspar just sorta awkwardly stood there, foot tapping a few more times. “I'm no expert but isn't it ‘I might as well go on ahead and make breakfast? You forgot the ‘make’ there buddy.”

Tsakt swung his blue head towards the Piyan. Perhaps it was the need to assert dominance, so he whirled on Falspar and hissed. “You’d best watch your tongue. You’re lucky that I need to clean this up, and then when I’m done I was just going to leave you be but no! Now I’m gonna pull the intruder alarm on you!” He hissed, the tiny fins along his back quivering in anger.

Falspar stared back, blinking a bit. He gave a small tsk noise. “Rude much. You know what I think?” He opened an eye, such lighting up in his mask visor, a small smile crawled on his face. “I think you should just leave this to us, you don't get enough you time, go back to your room and we’ll clean up this mess. Nobody has to say anything, it never happened.” Arthur had told him he could use his Bard, so he was going to use it.

Tsakt was not that of strength. He was not physically strong, nor was he mentally strong. He rocked back on his feet as the Bard was used on him. He did want more him time. He didn’t want to be chasing Chiskati all the time in the hopes of one day getting to be her boyfriend. It was a deep desire, one rooted out of a need for power and a general liking. “Fine. Fine. I wanted to finish my book either way.” He turned and began quickly walking back the way that he had came, out of the kitchen and to the right.

The Kuthinian slowly blinked a few times, before sharply whistling. “Hey, Tsakt, before you go, I need the key to the All Powerful’s room-” He didn't even have to finish speaking before the yellow card was thrown at his head, getting stuck in his antlers. It was not like Quanter could use his own pursuasive abilities: rather it was the other Spore’s annoyance that made him toss the yellow item at his face. “Oh. Uh. Thanks.”

“Well that went well.” Falspar hummed, looking at Quanter. “Uh, you got a little something stuck right there.” He slightly pointed.

Quanter reached up and grabbed the card, looking it over. It just looked like a piece of plastic, and it even felt like such. “Mm. So..um, you wanted to talk to Her?” He then asked, holding the card out for the other to take. It was a slick card, near pure yellow in color. Upon closer examination it had grey stripes along the edges, and that was all.

“Yep, it's my job, for say. I've been told that I am veryyyy convincing.” He gave a small smile, and when the card was offered he took it. How hard could this be? He’d go talk to this Criskati, casually bard her into not taking over planets, and all would be fine and everyone could go back to not freaking out. He had the power to fix this, why not take the chance?

The Kuthinian nodded his head. Talk, be convincing, that sounded nice. Quanter wasn’t about to stop the outsider. Deep down he hoped that, maybe, some talking would get all this destruction to stop. Then they could do what normal space faring crews did! That was a wonderful thought, his tail swishing a little behind him. Quanter gestured with a thumb to the door that led out of the kitchen. “Her room is the second one on the right.” He said, then going to take another bite out of his sandwich. “Good luck,” the Kuthinian then said, a little bit quieter than he had before.