Cheren, Jestar, and Cerl meet Daxter - RPLOG

Participants

• Cerl
• Cheren
• Daxter
• Jestar

Date

28/9/2016

Log

Jestar stretches in his bed when the sun finally lifts high enough in the sky to shine through the bay window turned bed. A low groan leaves his chest as Jestar shifts from his resting place into a sitting position and draws back the sheets. Donning his mask, the jester began looking over the area for where his little plushtoy of a kitsune was hiding at. "Cheren?"

Cheren doesn't seem to be there, possibly having left before you woke up.

Jestar spends a bit more time searching around his room, even looking under some of the pillows before he finally gets dressed and starts on his way from inside of the room to start walking along the halls, talking with the skunks there to find out if they had seen a small plush toy or not.

As you ask around, you can hear a voice coming from outside.

Jestar couldn't get a good answer from any of the, the source of that voice being his last resort after a while. Finally, Jestar moves through the door to see who was outside besides the snipers.

Cheren can be seen sitting on a bench, beside a child-sized grey cat. She seems to be talking to it.

Jestar blinks as he catches sight of Cheren and the small grey cat. "Found a feral that's somewhat sane?"

Cheren looks at you, shaking her head. "No, I don't think he's a feral... He's too calm to be one..." as you approach, what you originally assumed to be grey fur seems to actually be steel, done in a way so it moves like fur, albeit a bit heavier.

Jestar nods slightly as he looks at the crouching cat. "I see, then where did it come from?" Jestar questions with a tilt of his head.

Daxter suddenly speaks up. "I don't know where I came from. When I woke up this one was standing over me." he motions toward Cheren. "I'm assuming she repaired me."

Jestar glances from the cat to Cheren at that answer, still waiting for where the cat came from.

Cheren shrugs. "He was laying, passed out somewhere around here. I found him, and I repaired him with my techno nanomagic, but he doesn't seem to be able to remember anything but his name."

Jestar nods a bit as he knits his brow with some confusion at the answer but goes along with it. "I see. Did you find anything with him?"

Cheren mews, "What do you mean? "

Jestar roars, "Some way to find out who he is, where he comes from? Who might be looking for him?""

Daxter begins saying things as soon as you mention "who he is". "My name is Daxter, surname unknown. Faction, RSX. Birthdate, Unknown. Owner, currently none. Home, unknown."

Jestar turns his attention to Daxter when it begins speaking all of that information. Most notably being the faction. "RSX. I heard they were involved with Zephyr at one point."

Cheren nods. "Yeah, we have to go through RSX whenever we visit woodfield from Zephyr. I think they helped with the Promethean Nanite's creation?"

Jestar nods. "Right, but I've not heard of them losing any agents when passing through."

Cheren thinks, then seems to realize something. "Hey, Daxter, is your memory literally a computer, or?..."

Daxter shakes his head. "It works similarly to a computer, but there are key differences. Data could be pulled off of it though."

Jestar raises a brow slightly as he leans against the wall to watch.

Cheren nods. "Good, I'll pull all of the data you have stored off into a flash drive..." she pulls out a flash drive, connecting it to her body somehow before focusing on Daxter, as he seems to go into a trance.

Jestar knits his brow with confusion. "Can you pull the data off of him when he can't pull it up himself?"

Cheren eventually seems to stop focusing, and Daxter still seems to be in a trance. "No, I'm just seeing what all he has so we don't have to ask him. Would you happen to know where a computer we could use is?"

Jestar scratches at his hair for a moment as he raises a brow and looks over toward the rest of the city for a moment. "Zephyr inc most likely has one available."

Cheren nods. "Yeah, I think I remember them having one..." she looks toward the towering building that is Zephyr Inc. "Wanna head over there?" as soon as she finishes saying that, Daxter seems to regain his senses, but says nothing.

Jestar nods lightly as he looks down to the cat. "We might want to keep his faction a secret from them in case any personnel there have a problem with him."

Daxter nods. "I can do that. I can't remember anything about RSX at this time anyway."

Jestar nods a bit at Daxter's answer and starts off on his way toward the zephyr building to see if there are any terminals available. "Come along then you two."

Cheren nods, following you, with Daxter following behind her.

Jestar tugs Cheren along by her leash on his way to the zephyr building, pausing and having to ask around a bit before he's given some directions. Following the few turns and passing a couple of doors, Jestar comes to a stop outside the little storage room. "Here we are."

Cheren looks over the computer. "Yeah, I've used this one before... Let's see..." she plugs her flash drive in before beginning to look through the files.

Daxter watches closely as Cheren browses through the files, despite already knowing what's on all the files.

Jestar leans against the door way to stay out of the way of the two who knew more about computers than he did.

Cheren looks through it some more. "Hm, not too much info other than what he told us... He's basically like... A blank slate or skmething."

Jestar nods a bit. "I thought as much when he didn't know anything beyond what he said. But what now? Should we keep him?"

Daxter speaks up. "I don't really have anywhere to go if you don't. I can't remember anything, and I think I might be able to figure out more things if I stay with you..."

Cheren thinks a moment. "We might as well keep him. Do you think the skunks would allow it? I don't think you'll be able to pass him off as a toy like you did with me..."

Jestar nods a bit as he begins thinking. "I'll be needing to talk with them about both of you then. I don't think they'll mind considering neither of you are skunk beasts... If you were they'd probably shoot you dead on sight with how they mostly act."

Cheren nods. "Yeah, of course... Hm, I wonder if Daxter can somehow be infected or something?..."

Jestar shrugs a bit as he thinks for a moment. "Perhaps... He did become a metal cat after all."

Daxter purrs, "Infections? Hm, I know something about those, I think..."

Cheren looks over at Daxter. "Hm, you seem to be nativized or something. Here, let's try this..." she begins looking through her NISD, before pulling out a Corporate Cougar vial. "Try using this."

Daxter takes the vial, looking it over, before dumping it into a hole on his neck, then freezing as he seems to process it before saying, "Vial confirmed: Corporate Cougar. Consuming Vial..."

Jestar tilts his head a bit as he watches quietly. "How can you tell he's been nativized?"

Cheren shrugs. "I can just tell. Considering he seems to be used to this form to the point that his mind has been affected, and the fact that that vial did very little, he's probably nativized."

Jestar nods a bit as he gets the idea and tilts his head to one side. "I'll talk with the skunks when we get back. I doubt they'll offer a larger living space though."

Cheren shrugs. "It should be fine, since I'm fine with being the size of a toy, and Dax is natively the size of a young child..."

Jestar scratches at his jaw idly before giving a nod in agreement. "I guess it can't hurt. I can always find somewhere else to sleep if they don't like it."

Cheren nods. "Yeah, I mean, I have a room at the Wet Bitch..."

Jestar nods a bit at that. "You two could stay there safely if nothing else. I'll stay somewhere near by."

Cheren nods. "Yeah, it's also really close to where the group HQ will eventually be."

Jestar smiles a bit. "I've been meaning to talk about that group with you at some point."

Cheren looks at you. "Oh? What about it?"

Jestar smiles gently, that wide smile spreading along his face once more. "Joining it."

Cheren nods. "Ah, okay, well, there's no like, sign up or anything..."

Jestar chuckles a bit and nods his head. "Then I will join."

Cheren nods. "Then I guess you're in. The HQ still hasn't been finished, but I'll tell you when it is."

Jestar nods his head gently. "I look forward to it."

Cheren nods. "Yeah, I'm planning on putting a shelf with plushies of everyone on it in the lobby."

Jestar nods his head lightly and shifts his arm to show the plushie connected to his collector. "I remember."

Cerl strolls into the Zephyr labs, curious what new toys the scientists are working on today.

Cheren nods. "You two about ready to head out?"

Daxter nods. "Yes, if you and Jestar are ready, so am I."

Jestar nods his head lightly. "I am, we only came to see about a computer after all."

Cerl glances with amazement at the robotic cat. Amazing! "Jestar, is that your new toy?" she asks

Cheren notices Cerl. "Oh, hey Cerl. This is Daxter, I found him outside the Skunk's library."

Jestar laughs a bit at that question and glances to Cerl with a grin. "He might be at some point. He kind of reminds me of a phrase..." The masked satyr frowned as he thought on it for a moment. "I can't remember where I've heard it before... 'Look what the cat dragged in.' Though in this case it was a cat."

Daxter says, "If you mean what I think you mean by "toy", then I'm afraid that won't actually be possible."

Cerl laughs. "Cool trick!" she says. Glancing at the hands of both Cheren and Jestar, she asks "Ok, so where's the remote?"

Cheren looks a little confused. "Trick? Remote? What're you talking about?"

Jestar chuckles a bit. "No tricks here."

Daxter seems to think. "I'm either someone who's been infected as a robot for so long that I think like one, or a feline android designed to be able to react to nanites."

Cerl raises her eyebrow at this. "Incredible! A living machine. I guess it shouldn't be so surprising, what with the living candy, living rubber, and other odd things the nanites have caused." she says.

Cheren nods. "Yeah, I mean, I've been multiple mechanical forms, Giant Robot, Mechanical Mephit, Automaton, those kind of things. Daxter here seems to be nativized though."

Jestar nods his head lightly. "They're not very common but there are forms out there. Even in the factory in Fairhaven, mechanical mutations exist."

Daxter seems to continue thinking as he examines his hand. "I'm optimized for combat, I just figured that out..."

Cerl says "I do recall seeing those mephit things, but I had thought they were simply a robot built in the factory, but I had not encountered any other living machines before. So, you were about to go somewhere when I arrived?" She continues looking Daxter over, fascinated with the mechanical cat.

Cheren thinks. "The mechanical mephit can be found around the nightclub, and are basically entirely optimized for sex."

Jestar gives a slight shrug. "When I am in the mood, I will command only then." Jestar states simply.

Daxter looks a little confused at Jestar. "What do you mean by that?"

Cerl glances at Jestar and says simply "Care to translate that from gibberish?"

"Unless you're talking about dominating me, I don't know either. '

Jestar smiles a bit and let out a sharp breath. "For now, Cheren leads."

Daxter nods. "Oh, are we about to leave?"

Cheren thinks. "Should we go to the library first?

Jestar gives a light shrug once more. "Fair enough."

Cerl frowns at the thought of visiting those skunks. "They want me to chase down some box, and I swear the damn thing doesn't exist!" she growls

Daxter looks confused. "A box? What do you mean?"

Cerl explains, "One of the skunk librarians named Sandra contracted me to find a certain chest for her. Damn thing doesn't exist, I swear! I've been looking for it for weeks now."

Cheren thinks. "Oh, I found that a while back, can't remember where though. Let's just head there, unless you would rather go to my room at the Wet Bitch?"

Jestar smiles a bit and shakes his head. "Exist, it surely does. Yet hidden it remains."

Daxter shrugs. "I'm fine with going anywhere. Wherever you decide to go, Cheren, I'll follow."

Cerl waves her paw at Cheren and says 'Lead on'

Jestar bows and sweeps an arm toward the path toward the exit.

Cheren shrugs. "We'll go to the library, so Jestar can talk to the skunks about me and Dax staying with him." he heads out.

Cerl glances around. "So, other than skunks looking for boxes that have already been found by someone else, and books with a permanent....odor to them, what's at the library to interest us?" she asks.

Jestar shrugs slightly. "Let me stay here, the skunks do. Work for them in exchange, I do."

Cheren nods. "I basically live with Jestar here, but he passes me off as a toy."

Daxter just sits there, listening to the discussion.

Cerl glances around the living area. "Seems....homey, I guess. If you don't mind sharing your bedroom with dozens of strangers. You should consider moving to The Wet Bitch. Lovely apartments there" she says

Jestar smiles gently. "Only because I was too tired to bother talking with them last night. I was given an office to rest in. They do not trust me much just yet so I sleep on my own."

Cheren nods. "I don't use my room at the wet bitch much, if you want, we could move there, Jestar."

Jestar gives a slight shrug of his shoulders. "The place I sleep does not matter."

Cerl comments "Sleep location perhaps not. Privacy location though, that might matter."

Cheren shrugs. "Well, it's almost free for me, a cred a week."

Jestar lets his head sway slightly. "If insist, you both do, then rent one I will."

Cheren rubs the back of her head. "Well, the one cred a week is a special price, usually it's a thousand a week, although its still not much."

Cerl says "Insist? No, but it would be nice to have friendly neighbors. I have yet to see any of my other neighbors around TWB, and besides, the proprietor there gives a great price to those he likes. Can't beat 1 cred per week."

Jestar gives another shrug of his shoulders at the prices. "Rarely come here either way."

Cheren nods. "Want to head over there?"

Cerl rolls her eyes and points at Cheren. "I don't think you'll be able to pass her off as a toy much longer. Pet, maybe." she chuckles

Cheren giggles. "What, you mean I'm not his pet or something?"

Jestar repeats his earlier comment, "Only faked her as a toy due to exhaustion. We returned to talk about allowing me to keep them after all."

Cheren shrugs. "Should we come with you when you talk to them?"

Cerl says 'The skunks have limited space and many occupants already. They might not take to you having a pet and, well...2 pets here."

Jestar ooks, "It matters not."

Cheren sighs. "well, might as well go and talk to them now."

Cerl says 'It will be nice when the group manor is finally built. Any word from the contractors lately, Cheren?'

Cheren shakes her head. "Nope, been about two weeks, still nothing about the HQ."

Jestar shrugs slightly. "You have a room already, best to use it, it is." Jestar comments with out much care.

Cheren nods. "Well, let's head over there then."

Cheren walks into her room. "Haven't been here in a while... Welp, this is it. It's not much, but I could get some more stuff."

Cerl glances around. "Cozy.", she says. "I need to invite you down the hall to my room one of these days. Gift from Coyote, so I'm not yet sure if it's a trick or not yet. I keep expecting to wake up in a dirty room with cracked walls one of these days."

Cheren sits down on the couch, inviting Jestar to join her. "I really need to get more stuff in here, considering the little stuff I have in here... You could have a battle in here and it'd be fine afterward."

Jestar looks over the area as he enters and nods slightly. "Looks like a good place for the cat and yourself."

Daxter sits down on the bed once he gets in. "Pretty sturdy. Must be new."

Cheren nods. "Yeah, it's pretty cozy for a room..."

Cerl glances around, and seeing nothing suitable just plops her hindquarters down in the middle of the floor.

Jestar looks over the room for a moment and moves toward the table to sit down beside it and tip his head back slightly.

Cheren leans her head back. "It's got enough room for the three of us, I guess, especially if I stay small like this."

Cerl glances around again. "Seems fairly roomy for a flat. Doesn't feel cramped anyway." she says

Jestar lets his head dip, closing his eyes to begin drifting off, seeing how well he could relax in the room.

Cerl says, "Well, I would assume you and Jestar share the bed, right? Dextar IS a cat, and takes up little room. A comfy basket would do for a bed.'

Daxter falls asleep for the night.

Cheren looks back at Jestar and Daxter, seeing them both asleep. "Well, considering he's a robot, I'm not sure."

Cerl glances at Dextar. "Well, it's not like he needs to plug in. The nanites keep him functional, the same as any of us these days, I would assume. He seemed intelligent as well, so after he wakes up just ask him what he prefers?" she says

Cheren shrugs. "He seems quite fit for combat. His hand can be replaced with weapons, and he had a few weapons on him."

Cerl says "Be interesting to see him in action then. Someone, or something, that small is usually very hard to hit and very agile."

Cheren nods. "Yeah, one thing I found interesting that he had was this Yo-yo. Had some kind of mechanism that caused these little blades to come out of it when it travels down the string, and they retract when coming back."

Cerl glances at the sleeping pair and asks, "Would you care to take this discussion down the hall, so we don't disturb them?"

Cheren nods. "Sure, might as well."

Cerl smiles and says, "Sorry about the furniture, that's one of Coyote's little jokes. Would you like some tea or coffee?"

Cheren nods. "Some tea would be nice, do you have a cup small enough though?"

Cerl nods. "Be right back!" she says before walking off into the mists and vanishing. Several minutes later she returns carrying a tray with a teapot and cups, including one the size of a thimble. "I had an old toy tea set sitting in the cupboard, had almost forgotten it was there" she laughs. She pours the tea and hands the miniscule cup to Cheren.

Cheren nods, chuckling to herself a bit at the idea of using a toy cup. "Thanks." she begins to drink it.

Cerl settles herself down on a large cushion in the middle of the floor. "So, you said you just 'found' Dextar outside the library? What happened?" she asks

Cheren shrugs. "No idea. I was just exploring around a bit before Jestar woke up and just found him laying there in an ally. I used my Techno Nanomagic to repair him, because he had a few problems, but he couldn't remember anything but his name and his alignment with RSX."

Cerl says "Technical nanomagics? I use illusion and vanishing, but I need to pick up a few more disciplines to better support my profession. Creation, Technical, and Electrical would be best, I think. Creation for physically locked doors, and the others for those annoying electronic locks I have such a hard time bypassing"

Cheren shrugs. "Techno NanoMagic is the base for data and stuff, I can repair things using it."

Cerl nods. "Some of those electronic locks need repair before they can be hacked. Anyway, you sais Dextar has an Rsx affiliation?"

Cheren nods. "Yeah, he said that he was when he was listing off his personal info, but he says he can't remember anything about RSX."

Cerl says "Good. Rsx are usually a bit too xenophobic for my tastes, despite that they sometimes hire what they call 'mutants'. There are as many of us born to this as there are human mutants these days."

Cheren nods. "Yeah, personally, the main thing I'm wanting to know about Daxter is if he's just a normal person who got mutated and nativized, or if he was possibly constructed..."

Cerl says "You had taken him to the data labs to have him checked out. I know after looking close I saw some biological parts as well, have you taken him up to the doctors on the 4th floor yet?

Cheren shakes her head. "No, we went there because I used my Data nanomagic to extract all the files I could from him to a flash drive, and I was using the computer to check them. Haven't considered taking him up there

Cerl sips some tea. "They'll have a whole battery of tests they can run on him that might determine his status. If Rsx experimented on him and forced nativization, they might be able to restore him eventually."

Cheren shrugs. "I don't think they forced it on him. He seems used enough to the form, and seems happy with it."

Cerl nods. "So what do you plan to do then? Be a disaster if he was sent here tasked with disrupting the Prommies or Zephy, and that kicked back in"

Cheren shrugs. "Well, I extracted all his files, and he's basically blank other than name and faction."

Cerl ponders this for a moment. "Extracted and wiped? Perhaps you could turn him from Rsx to the employ of Zephyr or the Prommies in that case."

Cheren nods. "I might get some transferrance papers for him at some point."

Cerl waves a hand in the general direction of Woodfield. "Depending on what his mission was, it's possible Rsx might send more agents to infiltrate the area, find out what happened to him. Do take care, won't you?"

Cheren nods. "Of course, although I don't know why RSX would need to infiltrate the area or anything considering Sally offers cheap transport here."

Cerl nods. "Yes, for civilians. If Rsx wanted to disrupt the prommies, or break into Zephyr to steal research, or any other number of possibilities, they probably would not want to take Sally-Air"

Cheren shrugs. "Still, I think it would be really strange, no matter the case. Thing is, he seemed to have been there for a while, and he seems to have enough sense to act like a normal person."

Cerl nods. "Even still. Consider me, for example. Zephyr contracts me to break into places, and not just ruined places, in order to retrieve something of value for them. Research data, for example. Personally, I refuse to accept contracts targeting Rsx directly because of their xenophobic tendencies and the technology they have that counters all my abilities, but there are many more infiltration contractors out there. Do you really think that if one of them were disabled to the brink of death and rescued some time later they might not also claim to know or remember nothing, and to act like a normal person?

Cheren nods. "Yeah, I understand, but as I said, I checked Daxter, his memory was mostly blank. On that same note, a robotic agent would be the worst kind to send to do a mission like that since people with Data Nanomagic can basically extract their mind to a flashdrive or something."

Cerl shrugs. My only experience with data nanomagic is when I've had to hire someone to hack an electronic lock for me during a retrieval."

Cheren seems to think. "Data nanomagic can be used to extract files from anything that stores data. Which is why a robotic agent is a bad idea. Plus, even if he did end up being a traitor or something, he seems inexperienced."

Cerl nods. "Could be he was sent on a milkrun then to get some experience. Could you figure out what it was that happened to him?"

Cheren shakes her head. "As far as I can tell he was just walking around and possibly attacked, then got knocked out with damage that kept him from waking up."

Cerl says, "If that's the case, then I wish him the best and hope he finds his way."

Cheren nods, before seeming to remember something. "Oh yeah, I noticed that, when he was listing off personal info, he said he had no owner, which leads me to assume he follows whoever he assigns as his owner.

Cerl asks, "So how is that going to work then? Judging by your own collar, Jestar "owns" you. Will you be giving a collar to Dextar then, or is Jestar going to get his ego stroked by having TWO pets?" she smirks at this

Cheren shrugs. "I'm assuming its something like registering my Comm unit as an admin or something, and, more than likely, he'll add Jestar too, so it's like... He's mine, and by ownership, since Jestar owns me, Jestar will technically own Daxter too, by association. Get it?"

Cerl nods. "Yeah, I suppose it does. Well, best of luck to him then."

Cheren thinks. "Oh yeah, Dax doesnt have any genitals, I know that."

Cerl barks a small yip of laughter. "Jestar tries to pretend he's not, but he's just a horndog. Watch, he'll try and turn Dax into another sex toy somehow." She laughs again, and drains her tea.

Cheren shrugs, giggling a bit. "Not like I have any problem with that. Personally, I don't think Dax can get genitals, so all Jestar could possibly use him for is Oral and Anal, and I can already fill those roles and more."

Cerl says "I can just imagine what Dax might do if he tried using him for that. Jestar the eunuch, anyone?"

Cheren laughs. "Might even use that yo-yo of his. Perfect castration tool, allows castration from a medium range!"

Cerl laughs as well, "zzzzzzzip!. Well, you might want to check on them, make sure it hasn't happened already while we've been chatting. If you see blood seeping under your door, just give me a holler!"

Cheren laughs. "I think they're both asleep, and if it did happen we would have heard someone screaming, either Daxter for finding Jestar's cock in his ass or mouth, or Jestar for Daxter mutilating his gonads."

Cerl glances around the extradimensional room. "Oh, I don't know about that. I'm not entirley sure we're still in The Wet Bitch while in this room. Coyote does love his little tricks after all.

Cheren shrugs. "still, they were fast asleep, and even if it did happen, the nanites would fix it pretty fast."

Cerl stands up, and carries the tea set back into what you assume must be a kitchen area. She returns a moment later.

Cheren smiles. "Thanks for the tea."

Cerl says, "Thank you for the company! It was a lovely chat."

Cheren nods. "Of course. At least I have people to hang out with now."

Cerl says "Yes, family is a nice thing, even if they're not really related." as she smiles at a basket full of eggs next to a heat lamp in the corner.

Cheren nods. "A month ago I barely had any friends, I was still male, and I spent my days meditating."

Cerl hugs Cheren. "We're here for you now. I do need to get going though, I have a...well, date that i don't want to be late for." she says

Cheren nods. "Yeah, I understand. I might as well go and join Jestar and Daxter, it's getting pretty late..." she yawns.

Cerl says "Pleasant dreams. Good night"

Cheren heads out to her room, going to sleep once she gets in.