#ketorskorge

[ezra-loomis]

*Cough* sorry- I'm having a sore throat, Chairman Prescott- *VIOLENT COUGHING*

*cooks a grilled chesse sandwich in front of Skorge*

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[ketorskorge-blog]

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((i feel so fucking valid))

[chairman-prescott]

*cooks a grilled chesse sandwich in front of Skorge*

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[locust-priest]

A high purr of excitement escaped Starbuck at the sight of none other than Skorge.

”Coffee?” the Armored Kantus offers a small mug full of the bitter liquid.

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[locust-priest]

Seeing Skorge’s eyes open startled Prescott. But when the Kantus actually moved with his jaws determined to bit his ankles he practically tripped over himself in a hurried manner to move away. Starbuck had to laugh a little bit at the human’s terror.

“I didn’t do anything to you!” Prescott said as he picked himself off the floor.

“Skorge drank coffee,” Starbuck hissed.

“Oh God, if you gave him coffee creamer I’m leaving right now before I have to smell that disaster, again!”

locust-priest:

ketorskorge:

Skorge was usually pretty good about what he could handle and what he couldn’t, but even he made mistakes. He hissed at the looming figure, dim anger lighting the corridors of his addled mind. All he wanted to do right now was strangle that man!

He tried to push himself up but only managed to turn over on his side, where he lay with his eyes closed. “I’m dying,” he said, being melodramatic, but from Starbuck’s point of view it might not sound like a joke.

Starbuck’s panic reached its peak when Skorge said that he was dying.

“I’ll get help!” Starbuck screamed.

His armor klanked loudly as he ran off to find his coffee and sugar supplier. Unfortunately, for everyone in this situation the one who introduced Starbuck to coffee was a human. The metalic klanking approached Skorge along with the sound of a man protesting to being dragged along.

“Put me down this instant!” Prescott demanded of the Armored Kantus.

Starbuck only released him once they reached Skorge, who was still laying on the ground.

“Fix!” Starbuck pointed at Skorge.

Prescott approached Skorge carefully till he looked directly down at him.

“I’m no medic, but he looks dead to me.”

Skorge heard the human and reflexively wanted to kill, but he also wanted to die, so he just snarled and held that expression.

He opened his eyes at the human’s proclamation and glared, uttering a low growl. “You did this,” he said through grated teeth. His stomach and head really hurt now, and his mind was a blur. It was difficult to make his limbs move, but Skorge pushed himself forward and tried to bite Prescott’s ankle.

[locust-priest]

“I have a good supplier,” Starbuck said, looking too proud of himself.

“It’s called coffee. Humans love it because they can sleep less if they consume it.”

A high purr of excitement escaped Starbuck at the sight of none other than Skorge.

”Coffee?” the Armored Kantus offers a small mug full of the bitter liquid.

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[ezra-loomis]

*takes a giant sip of vodka and passes out*

auhehhhhehehe

*cooks a grilled chesse sandwich in front of Skorge*

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[locust-priest]

Starbuck’s panic reached its peak when Skorge said that he was dying.

“I’ll get help!” Starbuck screamed.

His armor klanked loudly as he ran off to find his coffee and sugar supplier. Unfortunately, for everyone in this situation the one who introduced Starbuck to coffee was a human. The metalic klanking approached Skorge along with the sound of a man protesting to being dragged along.

“Put me down this instant!” Prescott demanded of the Armored Kantus.

Starbuck only released him once they reached Skorge, who was still laying on the ground.

“Fix!” Starbuck pointed at Skorge.

Prescott approached Skorge carefully till he looked directly down at him.

“I’m no medic, but he looks dead to me.”

locust-priest:

ketorskorge:

“Sleep less? Humans already don’t sleep much.” Yet as Skorge stood there, he felt sleepy, and not in the good, comfortable way.

He swayed on his feet and blinked at the mug. He was about to ask what else Starbuck had put in the coffee, but his body, acting independently of his brain, had a sudden compulsion to faint to the floor. And so he did.

Starbuck’s pride over Skorge tasting the cup of coffee was short lived when he saw the high priest begin to sway.

“Ketor Skorge?!” Starbuck felt panic begin to rise in him.

And before he could move quickly enough within his bulky armor Skorge hit the floor with an awful thud.

“Skorge! Speak to me!” He leaned over the other Kantus.

By the Trinity, he prayed that he hadn’t accidentally poisoned one of the Queen’s most important Kantus.

Skorge was usually pretty good about what he could handle and what he couldn’t, but even he made mistakes. He hissed at the looming figure, dim anger lighting the corridors of his addled mind. All he wanted to do right now was strangle that man!

He tried to push himself up but only managed to turn over on his side, where he lay with his eyes closed. “I’m dying,” he said, being melodramatic, but from Starbuck’s point of view it might not sound like a joke.

[locust-priest]

Starbuck’s pride over Skorge tasting the cup of coffee was short lived when he saw the high priest begin to sway.

“Ketor Skorge?!” Starbuck felt panic begin to rise in him.

And before he could move quickly enough within his bulky armor Skorge hit the floor with an awful thud.

“Skorge! Speak to me!” He leaned over the other Kantus.

By the Trinity, he prayed that he hadn’t accidentally poisoned one of the Queen’s most important Kantus.

locust-priest:

ketorskorge:

“Wait is that sugar? Why do you have so much of it?!” His brief concern was overshadowed by fear of what the new concoction would do to him. But he so rarely had sugar…

The taste hardly improved, but he kept a straight face so the Kantus wouldn’t dump any other strange things in his cup. He was less than halfway through it but could already feel the double whammy of caffeine and sugar taking hold.

“I have a good supplier,” Starbuck said, looking too proud of himself.

“It’s called coffee. Humans love it because they can sleep less if they consume it.”

“Sleep less? Humans already don’t sleep much.” Yet as Skorge stood there, he felt sleepy, and not in the good, comfortable way.

He swayed on his feet and blinked at the mug. He was about to ask what else Starbuck had put in the coffee, but his body, acting independently of his brain, had a sudden compulsion to faint to the floor. And so he did.

[chairman-prescott]

“I burned this planet. I am the the wartime laws.”

*sips on a glass of milk*

*cooks a grilled chesse sandwich in front of Skorge*

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[chairman-prescott]

”Hmmm, this meal is lacking. It needs a bowl of tomato soup.”

*cooks a grilled chesse sandwich in front of Skorge*

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[locust-priest]

Starbuck looked slightly taken back by Skorge’s reaction to the taste. Perhaps the brew was too strong.

“Wait.”

Starbuck fetched his personal supply of sugar and dumped a few spoonfulls into the mug.

“Ok, try it again.”

A high purr of excitement escaped Starbuck at the sight of none other than Skorge.

”Coffee?” the Armored Kantus offers a small mug full of the bitter liquid.

@ketorskorge