[Open RP @Disruptis - Disruptis @AforesaidMonk 
@Almighty_Jado - Kapak @Kortium ]
-Lua, Remnant Sanctuary Hangar, Outside Lekalis' Mantis-

<03/26 DR, 08:08>

~Amidst the Hangar, set neither in a corner nor the center, was Lekalis' Mantis. The source of a dancey, jivey and whistling tune that echoed out across the expansive room.
Standing like a bug of the same name, with its legly struts holding it aloft as a gentle mist emanated out and around its legs.
The soft mists came out from bubbling, jury-rigged cannisters of some Grineer origin; the factory markings haphazardly painted over with a white paintbrush. In the stead was the two circles and dashed line of the Steel Meridian. Each were about a foot high, hung from the legs of the Strider's Mantis.

Many things were hung off those legs, in fact, with thick salvaged cables strung about and connecting each leg with a black chord from which even more things hung. Besides almost countless plants and roots and herbs, there were fantastically styled rugs, carpets and fabrics made of strong and durable materials. Tarps, more than anything; but their utilitarian browns greens and greys were painted over with reds, oranges and blues with gleeful, reckless abandon.
The flourishes on the tarps mocking the camouflage typically adorning Grineer products.

As busy as the air around the Mantis was, the ground was equally cluttered; old and broken storage containers and lockers were set about as impromptu chairs, with pillows and cloth draped over them to give some measure of comfort, hopefully. The odd table seemed to be made from exploded barrels and the like, with scraps of ship hull making for warbled but relatively flat surfaces.

And, standing on one of these tables, was The Strider himself; idly and gracefully tying a red braid around one of the thick red chords. His hooves deftly moving around a circular set up of tea, along with a jug nearby.~

/Lekalis/

With a glib cheer, he tied the end off on the red braid; letting his hands fall loosely around his waist as he cocked his head to one side, admiring his handiwork for a moment before giving a shivery shrug.

Sighing and letting his whistle fade for a moment before he hopped from one table to the next,  fishing out another chord of red silk to fasten about the cable strewn from leg to leg of his Mantis.

His whistling subsided to idle humming, upbeat, a word occasionally escaped his vox as his hips swayed from side to side in tandem to the tune; tapping his hoof against the scrap metal table as he seemed to be finishing the last decorations to his small caravanserai.

Kapak:
From across the hangar, there was a loud bursting sound and the hiss of steam, as if a pipe had burst. Several moments later, a circular piece of metal plating rolled towards the table, stopping as it bumped into it. Following the piece of metal came 3 monkey-like, infested resembling creatures, one holding a blow torch and the other holding a Synapse. They squabbled with the third one, making belching and screeching noises as they pushed and shoved at each other. Eventually they reached the table, oblivious of the rugged Loki standing there.

Sigyn:

Grass-green eyes flared with golden Unairu for a moment, her braid falling to the side as she kept a close eye on the Infested-like creatures but curved around in a long arc to stand halfway between the Strider and the things.

“I’m going to assume these are some of the other friends you mentioned Mataeru making?”

She tugged on the oversized Dax cloak covering her shoulders, several shades darker than her eyes, and left one hand under its folds as the other reached up to poke the Loki’s leg with a flash of an amused smile.

“This looks very cozy. That’s a Steel Meridian sigil, right?” She motioned to the bright, blazoned painting on the ship’s side.

A few seconds after the tune echoes in the hangar, another playful one begins harmonizing along. Its timbre is soft and airy, similar to that of a flute, but sounds muffled, as if held behind something. It goes up and down in pitch with great easiness, and often performs graceful melismas in between these changes. To the musically trained, this impromptu accompaniment would take the form of a series of joyful semiquavers jumping and sliding across the lines of the stave as if it were a children’s sandbox. The source seems somehow able to foresee the silence in the melody as it briefly pauses at the same time the Strider moves from one place to the other, and resumes its performance shortly after he continues his part.

Lying on her back on the surface of a cherry blossom Scimitar with white chromed details and pink lights stationed across the mantis, a blonde girl, clad in a mixed Manduka outfit dyed with hues from the same palette of the spacecraft, moves her spread arms and legs as if trying to make angels in the air. Her eyes are closed, and her lips are sealed, but it is clear the humming comes from her.

/Lekalis/

He quietly, subtly noted the approach of both Sigyn and the unfortunate infested mon-keigh that skittered ahead of the otherwise welcome appearance.

Doubly, the companion tune to his own almost had him stumble; though whatever auditory flux occurred was met with due coup de grace.

While he turned to face Sigyn with a cheery nod (The red ribbon properly bound and hung) he didn't stop his little ditty as he smoothly produced his Marelok from its subtle holster behind his back and loosed three rounds at each Infested Monkey-like creature with the rhythm of a precussive coda.
The rounds were aimed to unceremoniously kill.

"Who-ever owns the four-limbed, tailed and screeching beasts : Retrieve them quickly. Or they will be corpses!"

He called out, his vox only adding to a level of violent intensity as he aimed to fire at the creatures, should the rounds miss at a point blank range. Or if they proved to be as durable as they were loud

Kapak:
The first shot blasted through the tallest of the three, causing what looked like its head to pop open and fall over like a lumbered tree. The other two gurgled loudly in alarm, running in circles, causing the other shots to miss. They collided with each other, falling over, quickly scrambling to get up, but slipping on the bloody floor, causing them to bump their heads against each other again. They fell onto the floor, sprawling helplessly.
“Stop!” a voice boomed from across the hangar. As the Strider and Sigyn would’ve looked up, they would see a a tall, fleshy figure holding up his palm towards them. “Those bumbling imbeciles are unfortunately mine.” He lowered his hand and began to walk towards them.

Sigyn:

Casting a mildly perturbed gaze at the fresh mess on the floor, Sigyn turned to ascend one of the taller chairs along the back of the set-up. Once there, she folded her legs under her and took to studying the environment quietly, but with a tolerant warmth that was tied to the way her eyes pointedly did not track the Strider except in her peripherals, leaving her main focus for the strangers.

"Should we be worried about further interruptions?"

~A low sound of hydraulics decompressing air can be heard as the ramp of a yet another scimitar lowers. This craft is however much different as it's matte parts are in a shade of navy blue and the chrome ones, which cover the majority of the ship seem to fluctuate from a peach orange to a grapefruit red depending on the angle. From the inside steps out a Tenno, sporting a black tank top and camo pants in varying colors of dark greens that are tucked into black, militaristic shoes that go above the ankle. On his face a void scar covering the space above his right eye and his deep blue and cyan hair gathered at the back of his head in a pony tail.~

> Vuko:

   He goes down the ramp with both confidence and relaxation in his step, and as soon as he steps off the entrance begins to close. Vuko goes over to the pink scimitar, bangs on one of the wings two times and says, rather loudly, to the girl laying on top of it. - "You comin'? We need to get you in shape so you don't turn into a tomato the next time we have to run anywhere."
   The shots fired in the hangar immideatly caught his attention, but instead of going over and asking what's going on he decides to stay still and watch from a short distance, his back turned against the ship.

> Kuve:

".... I can’t... I caught a... a... fever... an intense one...", the girl  responds before engaging in a lazy coughing fit while continuing to move her limbs outwards and inwards. The shots do not seem to alarm her, but the noise is enough to pick her curiosity as she raises her neck just enough to see the what the fuss is about.

/Lekalis/

"Ah! I see."

The Strider sighed, his shoulders relaxing as his Frame seemed to sway a little more; though his Marelok was still pointed at the Monkeys, limply, almost drunkly swaying between the two.

"They are : Cute, startling... a bit annoying."

His tone floated up to its typically jubilant manner as he looked over to Sigyn, seated nicely; he waved to her, almost apologetically.

"I imagine there will be many interruptions! They are all--"

With a quick revolution of his Marelok, cocking the lever open and shut, he sent a spent casing out to the Monkey creatures as his attention returned to them, then Vuko and  Kuve in the distance.
Looking past the approaching Kapak for a moment, before his gaze settled on the grotesque golem of infested meat that made a Nidus frame.

"--All welcome."

He paused, and looked off to Kuve and Vuko, raising his prosthetic hand up and waved.

"ALL. WELCOME."

He hoped the hint came across.

Orokino:
Oro'Kino's rhino comes into the hangar through one of its many doors. The palatine-designed  Prime had gold marks on its midsection, with intricate patterns all over the rest of the thick and massive body. What it held was arguably even more massive - a new effigee, made of various Corpus helmets.
They were formed into a pyramiid, with a base of Provas to keep it stable both from within and externally at its underside. As it went up, there were carefully stroked paint marks on eacch helmet's faceplate, going up to the next helmet with a conversion of color. It resulted in rainbow-themed lines, ending at a corrupted Corpus helmet! Which, had exactly eight lines on it from the helmets.

Oro'Kino scooted towards the hangar entrance, for perhaps a place to display it.

Kapak:
The Nidus scratched the back of his warty head sheepishly as he drew near to the table. “I’m terribly sorry for the disturbance,” he said, “my Engineers here were just trying to cut out the right size of metal plating for my orbiter’s repairs. Serves that one right for blowing up an acetylene torch, now he got his head blown off.” Kapak chuckled as he kicked the lifeless ape-like body. “No permanent damage done, anyways. Now, you two run off back to the ship, finish cutting this to the right size and carry it to the Orbiter. I want that hole prepared by the end of today.” With a squawk, the two Engineers hoisted up the metal disk quickly, trying to stay as far away from The Strider as they could, before running off from where they came. Kapak picked up the dead body and flung it over his shoulder, landing it on the metal disk as the Engineers moved away. “So! Now that that... unprofessionalism is out of the way, my name is Kapak. New around here? Or are you just another one of the members who I’ve failed to meet so far?” The Nidus’ mouth curled into a creepy smile, although by the sound of it, he was just trying to be friendly. He turned behind him, looking at who The Strider was waving at. “Ah, yes, KUVE! VUKO! GET OVER HERE!”

> Kuve:

"Yes, Vuko. I’m afraid we need to postpone that routine... courtesy dictates we need to meet the new muffins", the girl comments as she lets herself slide down the Scimitar’s surface and lands on the ground. Once her eyes get a hold of the curious design and arrangement of the landing craft, its details, and the people around, she raises an arrow out of interest and clucks her tongue a couple times. There’s a dozen questions bouncing in her mind all of a sudden, many involving potential entertainment activities a person could be take part of by employing this odd environment, but the one that takes priority is about the selection of these vibrant colours. Whoever picked these hues has, in her eyes, the finest of tastes.

"Oooh... I like this..."

> Vuko:

   He rolls his eyes in response to Kuve’s laziness, as he was hoping to get some actual training done. Nevertheless, he goes along with it and starts walking towards the group, just after being called over. On his way there he takes account of everyone who has gathered there: Lekalis - an oddly... impressionistic? Loki that he had the pleasure to meet a few days ago when he was recruited, but didn’t have the occasion to have a full blown conversation with yet; Sigyn - one of his family, the Veiled Tenno, who recently came back from Eris, where for some unknown to him reason she was in cryosleep; Kapak - the menacing yet surprisingly lovable Nidus, with whom he recently had quite the adventure; and lastly ‘Kino who was carrying what seemed to be an abomination of an attempt at art, but from experience Vuko knew it would be unwise to call him out on it, so he didn’t spend much time even trying to understand what the Rhino made.

   Once he reached the mantis and the decorations that were spread out around it, he looked around for a few seconds, admiring the style and atmosphere of the place. - “Thank you for the invitation.” - The Tenno said to the Loki, while nodding his head down in appreciation. - “I find this..” - Vuko said while gesturing with one of the hands the area around him - “..intriguing. In a positive sense, that is.” - He then looked at the two other people around him, saying: - “Nice to see you. Sigyn. Kapak.” - Following both names with respectful nods.

   After the introductions have been completed, he sat down one of the containers, making himself comfortable.

Sigyn:

Sigyn returned the nod stoically, a thin veneer of etiquette and politeness falling over her face and posture as more people moved to join the area.

"....do you still make tea, Strider?"

She readjusted the deep green Dax cloak about her shoulders, one hand still against her side underneath the thick folds while the other traced the weighted decorative rings sewn into the hemline. Slowly, the visible hand stilled, while what looked like a slow, repetitive movement from the other hand underneath the cloak began and seemed to calm her, allowing a bit of the veneer to fall and more warmth to seep into her eyes.

/Lekalis/

The Strider's tone seemed to climb in excitement and glee; it bordered on posh, though it held a humbled social tenor as he twirled his Marelok and listened to Kapak, though watched Orokino with a gross delight.
When Kapak joined in the shouting, Lekalis finally holstered his weapon and sighed contentedly.

His prosthetic arm still in the air, he beckoned Oro'Kino over.

"Here, here!"

Immediately, however, his attentions shifted to Kuve and Vuko, his sunny eye dancing between the two like a cat which couldn't decide which fish to catch. Of course, his attentions fell onto Sigyn's final request. Whether it was bias in person or tea, it wasn't readily apparent as he cast a Decoy onto the table nearest the Green-Cloaked Tenno.

The Decoy held its pistol at the ready, aimless towards the lack of hostile targets, with its dusky orange hue giving some more light to the patterns on the canvases strewn about the Mantis.

Lekalis moved with an almost sultry fluidity as he pirhouetted on a single hoof and scooped up one of the cups set on the table he was on with the other hoof's metal toe. Before his small twirl was up, a flicker of sunny energy flickered out from his finger tips as his shape Switch-Teleported with the Decoy.

His spin had him crouch low on the table on his single hoof, while he presented a cup of amber and green fluid to Sigyn from the balance of his other hoof's singular metal toe, bowing his head in kind as he splayed his arms out.

"There is always tea, from me."

The tea itself swirled in and unto itself, the mixture of amber and green having the vaguest hints of vile gold; though its hue clashed with the otherwise subtle hues of the liquid, it was more alluring than offputting. The scent was a curious mixture of mint and lavender that pressed into one's nose without ceremony. There were no hidden subtlties to its aroma, and a taste of its alpine flavor already seemed to make its way onto her tongue yet bared.
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[2/2]

However, eager to tend to his guests, The Strider bent backwards from his still precarious stance, and clapped his hands together, facing Kuve.

"I am : Happy, ecstatic, by all means entranced that you like it... But : Who are you? Two? Three..?"

There was a small humm, and he pointed to each, counting again... seemingly trumped as he stared at Oro'Kino in the distance.

Oro'Kino:
Oro'Kino found a good spot; just by the door, not in the way of it however. At this angle it should be able to be seen by outsiders, for whoever that entered. Oro'Kino pats his effigy, and takes a look at his shoulder plate, with the grineer helmet that had an axe right through it. He gave it a pat, before looking over to the group of Tenno and more having gathered. He wondered what they were doing, and so he approached. But as he got closer and closer, the more he seemed to think about his decision and slow his pace. Anxiety ran up him, and he eventually just started scooting towards them, looking at his feet, as if shy.

Disruptis:
Just then, a scraping sound came from outside of the hangar in the long tunnel that connected to the ravine beyond. It slowly grew louder and louder, coming closer and closer to the base of the hangar situated above the tunnel’s rocky depths. Soon enough two yellow hands grabbed either side of the railing. A black and yellow Limbo hoisted himself up, slowly staggering onto the platform. He wore a yellow cloth draped across his torso that leaned to the right along with a purple scarf underneath. The hood to his garment was up over his head. ((Closest possible reference without the colour goo.gl/e7GTSS)) He shakily sprawled onto the floor, letting out a grunt. 

“Oh hey, guess I’m in time for the party,”  he wheezed, noticing the bustling hangar.

Sigyn:

The hand hidden underneath her robes appeared to cup the mug of tea close to her face, inhaling its fragrance gratefully as the long string of prayer beads wrapped around her hand and forearm clacked gently against the ceramic.

“An excellent first cup of tea for me, thank you.”

She took a tentative sip of the hot tea, more for the heat rather than any doubt for the flavor, and settled into her seat a little more as the steam rose gently into her face.

> Kuve:

"Ku...", the girl clad in pink garments begins before interrupting herself upon noticing Kino's activities. Her eyes follow him conspicuously as he places the odd pile of helmets near the entrance, and the corners of her eyelids twitch after catching the sounds of the metal's friction with the floor, then the soft thud caused by the owner's pat. She shakes her head and rolls her eyes in disapproval as he makes his way to the group, placing her hands on her hips and quickly tapping on the ground with her left foot. "...again with your weird trophies...? That's not art, Kino!"

Kapak:
"I have been called the Plague Doctor, but my name is," Kapak hesitated for a moment. "My name is Kapak. Come to me if you need something patched up- and I don't mean a machine, heh heh."
Kapak turned to cloaked girl. "Sigyn was it? A pleasure to meet you." He wrapped one arm across his chest and bowed to them both.

> Vuko:

   He sat there, enjoying the confusion that he caused Lekalis, knowing that he didn’t recognize him yet. Seeing all the commotion as more and more people started appearing, he simply waited for everyone to get seated, not wanting to cause unnecessary ruckus.

/Lekalis/

With a slowly realized signature theatricality, The Strider turned on his toe while extending both legs in a small extravagant flourish to rise on the table yet again, he paid half a mind to Sigyn behind him before wringing his hands together in but a moment of anxiety as he watched all the persons slowly trickle in like flies to a carcass.
He was delighted.

"Come then--"

He began, before wincing as he heard the scraping of metally flesh that was better set in an Op than a tea-time lunch party. Slowly, The Strider looked to the noise and noted the Limbo with some dread.

"Lovely."

It was beneath his breath but there was some clear regret formulating in the way he hunched forward and his Harkonar breastplate seemed to groan before he straightened again and wriggled his fingers, flexing out his arms like a fish fresh to land.

"Ahhh, at anyrate : "

He paused, pointing to Oro'Kino with a delicate and come-hither manner,

"Kino, come, sit here--"
The hand motioned to a seat beside Sigyn, a throne made from a Grineer crate broke open and filled with rolls of cloth. The hand danced away and pointed to Kapak and beckoned him too.

"Kapak : There."
The Strider conducted with a sharp whistle, pointing to a seat on the other flank of Sigyn; markedly near one of the censers.

At last, he crossed his arms and cocked his person to one side, almost threatening to fall over as his eye bored into Kuve;
"And Ku..? Join us : Tell us what is art. Trophies : can be art to people."
He played the Devil's advocate as he looked off to the effigy Oro'Kino had made.
"It has nice colors."

Oro'Kino:
Oro'Kino looks at the group, then to his pile of helmets. Upon Kuve's comment, he looks to his effigy and pats it, truly Kuve didn't mean that. He had spent a good week making it, especially the colors and materials to make them. The corrupted Corpus helmet wasn't easy either. But upon Lekalis' beckoning, Oro'Kino gave his creation one more pat before sauntering over. The Rhino moved over to sit on the Grineer crate. This seat in particular was a favorite of his, and as he sat down, he wiggled his body to sink into the cloth. Of course, being the enormous hunk of metal he was, it didn't really matter. He was just content the seat was guaranteed Oro'Kino sized. The little golden plate that hung off the Grineer head on his shoulder shook a bit, but the cleaver on it was for sure to stay in place. Oro'Kino noticed, and made sure to just tighten the straps. He liked this trophy.

Kapak:
He bobbed his head in acknowledgement, then sat at his spot. He was a bit too tall for the seat, his knees banging against the edge of the table as the soles of his feet rested on the floor.
“Kino, was it?” Kapak looked over the head of Sigyn and inspected the Rhino. Of course, he was a large frame as well, but not necessarily taller than average. At least he got a good fitting seat. “In your frame, too, hmm?” Kapak wondered if he was like him. But how would he consume the tea that tantalized Kapak’s sensory organs with the promise of antioxidants and nutrients? “Quite and interesting pile of.... stuff... you have over there,” he motioned to the hangar entrance.

> Kuve:

"That is a marvelous question, my dear", the blonde girl answers with her accent thicker than normal around the r this time. Her chin raises proudly, and she flashes a smile that shows pearly teeth quivering due to her jaw's pressing up. Before she continues, she thoroughly scans the table for a fitting place, but finds none to her particular liking and stays up, frowning disapprovingly at Kino as he chooses his seat without explaining out loud the reason. The Tenno does not seem entirely comfortable, though whether it is due to some, if not all, of the attendants, or something else, it is impossible to tell. "Art is that something people do not instantly understand but feel an incontrollable desire to, and consequentially spend hours upon hours reflecting on their own ignorance, and searching constantly for whatever knowledge they can attain only to reach a vague notion of what its purpose is, or what it means. This is why life, and music, in their essence and of their nature, are art."

"Now that...", she adds, pointing discriminately at Kino's pile with a childish frown. "...is not art..."

Disruptis:
Disruptis transferred out of his warframe, leaving it lying on the ground. He wore his usual suit and appearance, but his Koppra hood had been left closed. The operator hauled himself to his feet, turning his attention to the festivities. His gaze followed Lekalis as he deftly maneuvered throughout the room, setting up a beautiful display.

“Ah Lekalis, what’s the occasion? This is quite the relaxing atmosphere you’ve set up.”

Oro'Kino:
Oro'Kino looks over at Kapak with those little bug eyes his Rhino had. He nods at the frame comment, the Tenno quietly verbal about how he did not like leaving his room. Oro'Kino's head perked to look over at the pile, and another one of Kapak's comments. Oro'Kino gives a bow of his head, of either gratitude or acknowledgement. He gestured to the pile, then held up a hand to punch his other fist into. He shook his head, trying to say he had to try not destroying the helmets in his collection process. But the message getting through to Kapak, was not entirely... Well, Oro'Kino expected it to not go so smoothly.

* But on what Kuve says, he puts his hands on his lap and nods repetitively with what she says, taking pride in his creation. He even puffs his chest in vanity, truly she was connecting to his mind! He thought about thoroughly on what she said...He likes music. And life too...*

But then she did it. 

Oro'Kino points at Kuve, flustered by her notion!
"IT. ART." He said,  like a "soft" shout. He looks down at his lap, crossing his arms like a child, all flustered about the insult to his creation.

Kapak:
He snorts and tries not to laugh at Orokino's 2 word answer. After clearing his throat, he said, "Life is art, hmm? I guess that qualifies me as an artist!" He chuckles.
Kapak couldn't help but keep looking at Sigyn from the corner of his vision. There was something about her... something off-putting. Something almost familiar. He broke focus as Disruptis spoke, turning to face the yellow-robed Tenno. "Oi, Disruptis! You borrowed my muckin' pipette set and never gave it back!"

Sigyn:

Her left hand, on which the prayer beads were slung, allowed a loop from the string to drop, giving her fingers the slack and room necessary to restart the process of pulling them through her fingers one by one in a calm rhythm, even while her other hand kept the tea close to her chest. She allowed the others to interact amongst themselves, content for the most part to merely watch and track the Strider with an almost protective gaze. The attention was disrupted only by what attention she needed to pay to Kapak, which seemed to be growing.

"It is good to meet you as well. Truly the Remnant has grown quite diverse while I've been asleep."

Tension fled her shoulders as Kapak's attention shifted, and she took another long sip of the steaming tea.

/Lekalis/

He shared in Oro'Kino's initial enthusiasm for Kuve's explanation of art, clapping his hands together and nodding in an almost blithe manner, before she proclaimed the effigy 'not art'.

He hummed with concern, casting his gaze apologetically to the large Rhino seated humble in his throne before sighing.

Of course, his attention drew to Disruptis and his inquiry happily

"Please : This is a celebration! Happiness, laughs, drinks all around!"

The Strider impressed as he once again flourished a pirhouette and vanished in a flutter of energetic, sunny particles that had him Switch-Teleport with his decoy yet again, wherein he quickly saw to spinning off and down onto the ground; the scrap-metal table lifted up with ease as he slid back over to the table which the party assembled around.

He clucked his tongue as he seemed to forget the Decoy standing there.
"Shoo..."
With a flick of the wrist, he cast the Decoy off to the far end of the Hangar; aimless still, it pointed around for a few moments before remaining static and pointed at the ceiling.

The table clear now, he gave a quick shove to the drinks on the table and let the array of iron teacups transfer over.
Each sloshed their veritable liquids dangerously to the lip of their mugs, but retained most of their contents despite the jerky manoveur.

"... I was curious : New faces, new names in the clan... Very exciting, wouldn't you agree?"

There were six tea cups, each brewed to a curious hue, and their scents all mingled into an evermore intriguing palette. Starting sweet, it turned ripe like fruit before decaying into a coppery and grimly familiar odour, before becoming evermore metallic t'ill it smelled nigh like oil, before resting on a flat scent of sharp spices over  a minty undertone.

All the teacups were clustered together, making a sort of hexagonal shape.

Starting from the left, working clockwise...

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[2/4]
First, was a cup filled with perhaps the most extravagent flourish; a pluffy ring of fluffy white creme seemed to resist the urge to melt into a deeper brew of cherry blossom hues. While remarkably garish, there was something beneath the stylizations that begat a gross amount of preparation beforehand.
Indeed, from the corner of one's eye, it might seem like a deeper shade of midnight blue churned in and unto itself, threatening to break free at the slightest crack.
But looking at it properly, it all seemed fine; whatever vicious turbulence brewed beneath the surface, never made manifested itself beyond the pinkish veil.

It smelled fresh and sweet, the creme`, upon closer inspection, had the faintest hints of toasting along its ridges, and flakes of some unfound baked goods had been sprinkled along its surface.

There was a soft fizz to the pink, given the slight disturbance. Steam slowly wafted out from its surface as well.

Close to it was perhaps the humblest looking drink, with little more to its color than a deep red hue, that flashed with brilliant, yet soft, red as light caught the subtle ripples in its surface. Even closely set amongst all the other cups, this one seemed alien from the rest in its simplicity.
Writhing beneath this simple exterior, however, was an immutable shadow. It occasionally caught the light and gave a twinkle like the stars but never more. It greedily held itself beneath the waters and, while the first cup seemed elusive when looked at; this one was almost voracious in holding one's gaze. At times, it seemed like an entity unto itself, when gazed at intensively.

Its scent was doubly strong, a scent like tart gooseberries and ripe meat. It was perhaps one of the strongest odours, the most repulsive, yet there was a definite allure to its desperate strength. This too had a small wisp of vapor emanating out from its surface like a miasmic fog.

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After that was a cold cup, a single ice cube still floated humbly in the black liquid that looked far deeper than the cup could ever allow. There were streaks of white spiraling across its surface, that delved deep into the dark, as though to confirm the impossible depth. Occasionally, it looked like faces were illuminated by the winding chords, like ghosts trapped within.

This one held no smell, rather, a sensation intruded upon the back of the mind. Less a thought-provoking idea of smell that drew up images, rather, a base instinct; an impulse of senses both simple yet complex. This was a drink, and one was meant to drink it.

Next was a somber drink of far less contrast than the last few; this held a humble grey hue with harsh angles of silvery gold cutting jagged lines across an otherwise simple surface. Like a cage, it held the greyness in check.
There was a level of discipline instilled into a person just by looking at it, there was a definite way to hold this cup. There was a definite way to drink this cup.

Even its smell was straightforward in its scent, it smelled of fresh rain, forboding a sudden shock of sharp sourness that held it all in check.

[4/4]
Coming closer to the end was a less intensive draught; a common drink touched by something special. It was curious in the way the top of the drink started with a dazzling golden hue, that mingled with a deep blue, before filtering downwards towards the base to a darker black, while the golden hue turned to a voidly teal.

Like a breeze, the smell of this drink wasn't readily apparent to anyone without the mind to take note of it; it smelled of preserved dates and roots. A smell both like home, yet the unknown.

The last cup was empty.

Sigyn's drink would taste of a familiar sooth; icy fingers scraping away the residues of her mind like a diligent janitor. The flavor itself was almost flat, but for a hint of sugar and flair of lavender. There was a subtle kick of Ruk's Klaw spicing to it, of course, though that came from deeper in the brew.

The Strider looked about the group giddily, clasping his hands together and nodding.

"I am curious : who my comrades are today, where they come from, why they came..."

> Kuve:

The girl standing up interrupts her scolding of the pile of helmets as soon as Lekalis gets in motion, applauding with excitement at the display of movement stylishness, and gazing in awe at the performed teleportation, and other much subtle but just as elegant mannerisms of the host. Though at face value the composition and nature of his utensils and furniture seemed rudimentary and somewhat crude to her, it is clear by the gracefulness present in his persona and communication skills that he is quite the opposite, and perhaps among the very few that, much like her, value delicacy and sophistication. Satisfied with the encounter so far, she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath before gently looking at her appointed beverage.

"Whoa... something tells me you already know more about us than we might think...", she comments as her eyes open wide at the grandiose offering of a drink that rests in front of her. The properties of complexity and pretentiousness, as well as its puffiness and stability, speak to her in an almost intimate way, and when coupled to its wonderful smell and vibrant colours, make up for an meticulous and almost systematic reflection of her personality. Oddly enough, it feels as if she could take a picture of the brew, frame it, and use the resultant photo as her official portrait for historic records. It's so accurate it is frankly creepy, but has piqued her curiosity. She adores this kind of feeling.

"...can you read people through drinks?", she wonders out loud with a raised eyebrow while two fingers from her left hand softly caress a non-existent beard underneath her chin.

/Lekalis/

At Kuve's query, The Strider cocked his head to one side and hummed, his wringing hands paused as his good hand plucked at the sinews of his prosthetic like a stress band.

For a moment, the lights caught the ragged scar of his helmt in such a way that it seemed like he grinned a proud toothy smile while he looked off and away, past the group for a moment, before settling his sunny eye on Kuve once again.

"I guess."

His tone was neutral, but it was uncannily proud and undeniably, intentionally, ambiguous as he stooped forward for a moment and nodded.

"You like it..?"

> Vuko:

   He smirks seeing ‘Kino and Kuve bickering about what is and is not art. He is not surprised by the twist at the end, as he saw it coming a long way. Even yet he decides to stay out of the debate not to antagonize the Rhino.

   - “Tell me about it.” - He answers to Sigyn in an ironic and almost sarcastic tone.

   Vuko watches the performance with utmost interest, following every single move with his eyes, not wanting to miss anything. Once the table has shown its contents, the scent mix together in his nostrils, as he takes a second to appreciate it.

   After looking at each and every cup, and a bit of deliberation, the smell of fresh rain attracted him to the grey liquid with streaks of silvery gold. He leans in, grabs the cup with both hands and goes back into his head. While sitting up straight Vuko takes the decoction close to his mouth, closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, enjoying the smell. - “Thank you.” - He says after a moment of pure thought and joy, and proceeds to sip the tea gently

Kapak:
He could not resist it. Kapak's arm extended forward and snagged the strong-smelling tea. He dipped a gnarled finger into the dark depths of red. He sighed contently, seeming as if he could taste the brew with his touch. He picked up the cup and brought it to his jaw, pouring half the cup into his large mouth as politely as he could. His body's flesh quivered with excitement- whatever this drink was, it was extremely concentrated in essential nutrients on top of tasting amazing. Kapak lost concentration and fell silent and still- his mind wandering through the darker depths of his own memories....

> Kuve:

The blonde girl had already sipped from the cup before the host’s question is made; an inexplicable urge to drink its contents had invaded her and she had surrendered to it. Its flavour overwhelms her, prompting her to release an almost purr-like sound from behind closed lips while her body visibly shivers out of chills. Once the initial wave of satisfaction has passed, she opens her eyes and scans back her surroundings; the Tenno is seemingly confused, as if she has just woken up from a dream so satisfyingly profound and marvellous she has forgotten where she is. She is only able to hear the last word of the question, but guesses correctly what its intention is.

"Nope!", she simply answers before taking another sip and repeating the same placid expression and the purr-like sound. Enjoying the trip back to dream land with great pleasure.

~Vuko's cup, perhaps the most transparent in its taste, would warm the more he drank; it seemed less reliant on temperature and more on the brew itself. What flavors arose followed suit in the wake of the scent; though what he tasted first would be a curiously soft and almost ashen dryness, that served more to warm the mouth than invoke any flavor.
Past that was the predicted lemony tartness, reining back the swiftly growing warmth, that proceeded to ripen to a sweeter, sugary flavor.
The brew went through this cycle with every sup of the tea, t'ill there was nothing left.

Next, unsurprisingly, was Kapak's decision; the meaty brew only grew and grew in its intensity as it neared his frame's pores. Dipping his finger within the depths of red... something dipped back. A quick sting that was only realized when he downed the brew and what felt like a nettle bomb exploded, not in his percieved mouth or stomach, but in his very cells. It was in every mouth, every stomach that this brew found itself.
At first, it felt like a toxin, overwhelming... Then, imbuing. As quick as the sting came, it became a sooth; a boon that broadened and eased itself into his system. It was bitter then soft. A wild berry that ripened from nightshade; the flavor was there, upon all of him.~
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~Last in this forray, was Kuve's brew whose taste seemed to come a bit delayed, despite the grandiose decour. For all its bluster, the sweet looking creme` and pinkish film was the most tasteless, the only flavor came from the sharp shavings of baked goods that tasted crispily sweet. The true flavor came from the midnight blue substance beneath, that fizzed and popped with the veil gone. That substance, indeed, proved itself to be less of a single hue and more of a spectrum of colors.
Despite the broad range of hues, it looked more like oil in the way it turned to rainbows in the light. But they did not seem to inspire happiness, only a slowly closing darkness that threatened to envelope each flicker of color as the ripples subsided. The more disturbed the brew became, the more color bloomed.

Indeed, upon her second tasting, the full sweetness of the brew came at last; a dream of warm, sweet flavors, and fluffy textures sank into her cheeks and tongue like glaze to a donut. It was all hers, none to share it with.
And yet, her cup was now empty.~

Disruptis:
“Well then, don’t mind if I do.”
Disruptis approached the table, peeling back his Koppra hood to expose his head. He started to catch a whiff of the incredible aroma floating throughout the air.

“Oh Kapak, that’s right! I was still cleaning it up on my Orbiter after the whole incident with the pork sausages. Next time I go back to it I’ll make sure to remember them,” he replied to Kapak’s retort.

Disruptis walked up to a seat. He placed his hands on it and pushed downwards, testing the object’s sturdiness. Satisfied with the result, he sat down. There were two drinks left on the table, so he Tenno perused his options carefully. The brew of blue and gold intrigued him, so he leaned in for a closer look. Gazing into the drink, he felt as if its visage of dizzying brilliance tore his soul from his chest and laid it bare for all to see. His face slightly paled and all at once felt the toll of the weight of his blood. Unseen spindly fingers wrapped themselves around his heart, causing him to softly pound a fist upon his left chest. He needed to drink it. He needed to liberate himself from the liquid. He couldn’t afford to let anyone else whisk away his own being with as little as a single gulp. His hand compulsively shot out and grabbed hold of the cup. He desperately drew it near him and clutched it close to his chest, his eyes captivated by its display.

> Kuve:

"Now that’s what I call a weirdo", the blonde girl whispers into what she thinks is Kapak’s equivalent of an ear while she eyes Disruptis and periodically licks the circumference of the cup, much like a feline would, purring at the same time.

Kapak:
The pain of the tea mixed with its flavour mix and mingle through his thoughts, as if the drink itself was flowing through his nerves. Kapak opened his eyes. He looked at his hands. They were.... human....? But what did it mean to be human?
The nettle bomb exploded. Kapak's blank, white surroundings blackened as a fire swept around him, and a massive dragon coiled up from the center of a pillar of flame.
"Oh, little Tenno. You couldn't do anything, could you?" The beast taunted, baring metal teeth, magma dripping like saliva from its jaws. It turned to face the last portion of white that had been untouched by the fire. Its paleness stood out, almost blinding Kapak with its whiteness, until a swordblade fell from the sky, piercing the white spot. Blood spouted from the wound, dripping across the white surface until it was a deep red. The fire enveloped the patch, scorching both the blood and sword to ash.

As the soothing flavour of the tea registered, Kapak's surroundings changed. The dragon howled in pain as roots sprouted from the ground, wrapping around it and pulling to to the ground. All around him, infested tendrils burst from the charred hellscape until Kapak was surrounded with a garden of flesh. He was hungry. Kapak tried to move, but his limbs were now tied with sinew. He tried to eat, but nothing entered his mouth.
The flesh garden parted like hair under a comb, making way for an enormous closed eye to descend from the cloudy heavens. It opened, its red glow casting a sinister light across the nightmarish reality.
Kapak stood up, looking at his hands again, gnarled and twisted. But he felt content. He felt his hunger sated. He stared back at the eye and curled his mouth into a smile.

"Ah!? What? Ah, yes, Kuve, very weird, indeed!" Kapak put the empty cup on the table slightly louder than he would've normally and sat dazed for a moment. "Uh, excuse me, Mr. Strider, errr... what in the Void was in that tea..!? I mean, err, it was um, very excellent, but uh... I'm curious.....?"

Oro'Kino:
Oro'Kino looks at the tea, then looks at his fellow Tenno. He looks back, to grab a random one and holds it on his lap. A featureless, invisible frown falls upon his warframe and on his own face within his chambers. He was shy about leaving his quarters, nonetheless his warframe. Oro'Kino holds the tea close to his face, before trying to mimic a sip out of it. Nothing happens, only a small wet line forming on the Rhino's face, left from the drink. Oro'Kino cringes from a deep anxiety, and decides the time is now. He has his Rhino rise from its seat, with his tea down and him trying to make sure he doesn't bump anyone! Upon walking away just a bit, he pops out of his warframe.

Oro'Kino's warframe, dark, its energy gold like that of the void fissures, its body adorned in creepy and haunting trophies he'd collected from his dead opponents, was an enormous contrast to himself. Tall and lanky, Oro'Kino's entirely confined in a white Zariman-style suit with golden little metal bits here and there. What stood out the most was a hole on his mask that revealed his mouth, lips draped in gold like lipstick that glimmered in the light, the skin surrounding it pale as snow. The other eye-catching asset, a single red streak that curled around his left peck with orange squiggles going up and down it messily. Oro'Kino resumes to sit in the seat he previously sat in with his Rhino, taking up much less space. With his knees against his chest he picks up his cup of tea again, and gives it a sip, with real, golden lips now.

~It was dangerously intriguing indeed, the cup Disruptis pulled; despite its simple appearance, the closer he peered, the deeper the cup seemed to be.
In some ways, it seemed there was twice the amount of possible fluid in the cup than should have been possible; the subtle twinkling stars deep within gave this illusion, being larger at the top and dissipating near the bottom.

Yet, the more Disruptis stared into the darker depths of the cup, the more it seemed something stared back. Or, rather, the more he stared into the cup; the more he would see his own reflection in the dark abyss of the bottom.

It was a curious trick. The gold film atop the cup slowly faded, to his eyes at least, t'ill it was all but a starry blackness not too unlike a clear night sky.
The isolation imbued through this vision gave a Schrodinger's conundrum;
This was his drink, he should drink it... Yet, it was not his drink.~
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~Oro'Kino's spontaneous grab managed to, thankfully, score him the last remaining cup yet drained; a cup of chilling black and white.
The drink immediately numbed  the tongue, whether it was from the chill or some reagent in the brew, it wasn't clear. It was only apparent that a liquid was travelling down his gullet like quicksilver, until the flavor hit him as the inkish drink sloshed in his stomach.

Like hands, the flavor spread out through his stomach and up his asophagus again; a taste of home, of fresh air and freedom. A fruity, grape-like taste finally settled on his tongue, though it swiftly reformed and fell in line behind a kick of sourness, like medicine.
It stole his breath away, and left behind a coppery after-taste, a brief explosion of a flavor come too quick and gone too fast. It was a billion familiar tastes, it barraged his senses, swept through his spine like an electric current and burned his brain as though it were on fire.
And yet, in the same moment, the homely flavor of grape settled again. Giving his breath back.

There was an unbidden desire to taste the vile flavor again, if but to really affirm that it had happened. He would only be able to taste the barest remnants of it on his breath.

Despite the hefty punch of the drink, Oro'Kino's brew looked hardly supped upon. The ice-cube bobbed merrily too and fro, with the black tendrils almost shivering in excitement.~

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/Lekalis/

With a worried humm, The Strider watched Kuve with a nod and humbled retreat; leaning back and returning to wringing his hands anxiously.
"Understandable..."

Lekalis piped up, however ,at Kapak's remark, clapping his hands together and pointing to the Infested Warframe like a showsman,
"... Ah! Ruk's Klaw. It is not for everyone... But there are many ways to brew it, along with other reagents."
With a chuckle, he looked to the last, empty cup before nodding a bit awkwardly.
"I learned how to brew it, and many other things, back on Ceres. Learned : Past-tense... Forgot specifics."
He seemed to quiet some, as he took a seat at the table as well, opposite of Sigyn.

"It's all reflex now."
Lekalis shrugged mirthlessly as he sighed, then piped up again; raising his hands defensively,
"A-ah, but it is safe : no toxins, no sharp objects, no... err... Danger."
Though, his helm tilted its good horn up slightly, contemplating...
"... Usually. Tell me if anything hurts for more than a 24 hours."

Sigyn:

Slowly, with a raised eyebrow managing to convey the wry humor at Lekalis’s last statement, she slid the now-empty cup across the table towards him with her bead-wreathed hand.

“If you have more, I would not be opposed to it. Unless it is only meant to be had in small doses. A more soothing blend I think I have not found.”

She returned to sitting upright, feet curled underneath her, though she kept an eye on Lekalis as his tone quieted, a thrum of empathy rumbling through her Unairu bedrock in solidarity should he be looking for it.

Kapak:
He slowly pushed the cup away from him, towards the center of the table. "Um, well, it was quite good, but I believe it should be drank in moderation," Kapak chuckled nervously, "as all good things should be enjoyed, eh?" The visions of Kapak slowly melted away from his mind until he could no longer remember them at all.

> Kuve:

The hyperactive girl suddenly jumps across the table with a backflip, landing gracefully and silently next to the Loki at the same time she loudly slams the table with her empty cup and frowns childishly. "Anehduh!", she exclaims with a poor imitation of Kino's accent at the same time she winks one eye at him.

Disruptis:
Disruptis stared into the mysterious brew with a bewildered expression. This had to be one of the most exotic drinks he had ever seen, and that was saying a lot coming from someone as well-travelled as him. Looking around the table, he noticed the satisfied expressions on everyone’s faces, which only made him more intrigued. Void, Kuve was already asking for seconds. His eyes lit up in anticipation as he eagerly raised the cup to his lips and took a sip.

> Vuko:

   He puts the cup delicately, while looking at it longingly, hoping that somehow more of the brew will appear. - “How is it that you make each one of us tea, every single cup tailored to tickle one’s fancy without even having met most of us before?” - The Tenno asks, as he turned towards Lekalis, his curiosity about the Loki rising with each passing second, which shows as Vuko’s amethyst eyes pierce the host.

Oro'Kino:
*Oro'Kino held the cup in a frightened stillness. From such an intense feeling, he would have thrown the cup to the air. But it had taken his senses so quickly he was in utter shock. *

*He remembered the places of his meditation, a place of teaching. A blossom tree he called his home, where when he was not out and serving his masters, serving the Empire, he was curled below this tree that sheltered him. Its strong branches stopped the rain and snow, and the pedals of flowers rested on him undisturbed despite howling winds of spiteful change. It was a sense of home, a fresh air of familiar freedom. *

*Oro'kino cringes from the sourness, a sudden realization of where he was. He ached a bit, he hadn't had much to drink besides just water. He'd been avoiding teas and other drinks, even eating the blandest parts of food. Flavor was so alien to him, and yet, this was so familiar. It was, it did, feel like it was a distant memory. Something dropped, a long time ago. After a few moments of stillness, of this feeling that he had in him that charged fear and love of the memories he held, he sucked in a gust of air. And in anxiety, looking down at the cup with an eyeless mask, he quickly sipped again, anxious for the feeling once more, for the taste. *

"I... It's... D-d-d-delicious..." He mumbles quietly, gaze down to the cup.

/Lekalis/

For a moment, he held his silence. Taking a moment to steady himself mentally on the initial empathy of Sigyn with a small bow of his crown. There was much he did not remember, but it was irritating more than dsiheartening.
With a small intake of breath, his chest swelling for a moment as he chuckled, looking up to Kuve with a small, startled jump, the momentary pause in his bubbling brook gone as he quirked his head to be aligned naturally to its resting axis as he reached into his sash and produced an iron canister, which he began to uncap as he rose up.
"These... Special brews take time, yes. There is some minute toxicity that can flare on... overdoses."

Lekalis tone lingered on the last word, dragging out the 's' for emphasis, as he went about pouring a clear, sparkling water into the respective cups held out to him.

His jubilant mood seemed to return to him as he witnessed their enthusiasm, Kuve's own mimickery inspired a small laugh from the Strider as he shook his head, distributing the sparkling draft to those that requested it.

A simpler color arose in each cup, respective to their initial hues. There were no fantastical designs in these drinks, much to the dismay of some.

As The Strider screwed the cap onto the canister, he bowed his head in thanks repeatedly, like a beckoning cat.

"Thank you, Thank you : All. Without reagents, the brew will be : Bland, blank, sad. If you wish, tell me what flavor you would like, and I will try to emulate it."*

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~There was a stark dryness at first, as Disruptis' rose the cup up to drink, it felt like nothing was passing his lips. Yet he could easily see the drink slipping into his mouth... But no flavor arose. Despite the fantastic display, there was a grim emptiness--

--Then there wasn't. In the same thought which had him believe the drink vacant and hollow, another was drawn from an unspoken dark.
In a veiled, curious voyeur, Disruptis was beholden to this thought; A Shadow of himself supped from the drink that was his, testing it for poison. Protecting him whether he wanted it or not.

As a flavor of ripe apple settled on his tongue, his mind seemed to ripen just the same with knowledge.

Cloudy memories of artefacts studied, archeology and history abound, became instantly clear to him...  They were curious ventures, but none held the answer.
The Shadow that was Disruptis, tasted nothing, it sat and supped from the cup, the true host of the corpus before him floated in the emptiness of the Void. Watching, waiting...

-- A stabbing pain brought Disruptis back from the ethereal out-of-body sensation the cup insighted upon him, a visceral, bloody pain bloomed from his gut; as though his intestines had been torn through a hole there. The pain subsided, and with it, the memories of the experience altogether. The flavor of apples played in the back of his tongue, almost an apology for the pain.~

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~In Oro'Kino's cup, the flavor came back... Yet it was somehow colder on his tongue, almost stinging. Indeed, deep in his gut, as the draft settled, it felt like frostbite might spread out from his core. The flavor was desaturated this time, but still felt of home. Yet the aftershock was coppery still, stronger, if anything.

A bloody flavor warmed his mouth after the shock of cold, it was an uncomfortable respite against a comfortable pain.
An endless storm, and an endless shelter. It was a visceral cycle that threatened to repeat itself with ever sip... Yet a collapse would come to both, soon enough.

It came at the bottom of Oro'Kino's cup this time, the ice cube having left a square of chilled and raw meat above his lip; it seemed he'd drunk his fill unwillingly. But at the least, the flavor of memories lingered, and the gentle touch of petals seemed to numb spots beneath his suit, upon his skin...~

Disruptis:
Disruptis watched the whole unreal experience with wide eyes. When the pain came upon him, he dropped the cup onto the table and doubled over, clenching his heart. His face warped into something between a rigid grin and a pained expression.
HaaAAA
Then the sensation lifted from his shoulders all together. The slight shock sent him reeling. Had that even happened? What had happened? The Tenno pondered these questions as he looked back to his drink. It had fallen perfectly onto the counter, not wasting a single drop. Did it even fall in the first place?

He savoured the sweet taste of apples as he pondered these things. His hands now grabbed the cup again, and his eyes stared into it once more. The experience was oddly nostalgic.