Corak merely shrugged the more arrogant robotic(like) creation's comment, and took a few measured steps back, as the little reptillian creature began squirting water, in what seemed like a projectile manner as some fish seemed to be able to do. It seemed to be creating a lot of fuss, despite its late arrival.

It was all very well and good observing things and people, but idle time tends to mess with people, and all of the Survivors were already making enemies and allies within the group. There seemed to few there that actually wanted to help the land... More so, most of them were more intent on carrying out various plans, or picking up various galactic females. If only things would move on...

Although, one could be patient, after having spent over three years trapped is stasis. Corak could wait...

OOC: Sorry for not posting more often- I'm at a friend's place right now. I'll be back tomorrow. ^^'

Keely looked at the human man who had helped her up, and asked, "What is a "sharp shooter?'"

"Don't you know anything?" LeBlanc jeered. "A sharpshooter is someone who has very good accuracy with a projectile weapon, traditionally a gun. He uses his skill to kill things, usually."

"Why would he want to do that?" Keely asked.

"Just following orders, ma'am. I'm the kind of guy who'd rather make love, not war, anyway," Irvine said with a tip of his hat.

"If you don't want to kill people, then why do you do it?" Keely asked Irvine.

"Because it's my job," Irvine explained. "I'm a SeeD."

"But you could quit if you really wanted to. Obviously you feel no moral obligation either way, and if you really don't want to kill anyone, you wouldn't. If you're really a 'sharpshooter,' you could miss on purpose if you really wanted to."

Irvine, LeBlanc, and Corak (who was having trouble with a blue turtle thing close by) all looked up in considerable surprise that someone who had no idea what a fan or a frog was could wax rhetoric with such eloquence and logic. The blue turtle, who had been looking at Keely oddly, suddenly ran over to her and cried out, "Squirtle squirtle squirt squirt squirtle!" Keely addressed the blue turtle in a complex series of whistles and chirps. When she was finished the blue turtle seemed to calm down.

Ed, who had been looking for the Squirtle, came over and asked Keely, "What did you just do to it? How did you get it to calm down like that?"

Corak observed, "What Keely was saying seemed to have a language pattern to it, albeit with some odd gaps. Giving the frequency at which she was speaking, I would theorize that she was at times speaking above the octaves we are able to hear."

"Yes, I was speaking my native language to it," Keely said. "It seems to be a variant of semisapient land turtle, and was very confused at finding itself away from its home and everything that was familiar to it. I explained to it that we had been brought to a faraway place and that we were its friends and look after it."

"You said all that? You weren't even speaking the same language!" LeBlanc told Keely. "And how do you know what a turtle is?"

"Why wouldn't I know what a turtle is?" Keely asked LeBlanc equably. "I was a little surprised to find one with legs, though. And as for how we could communicate, all animals who are reasonably intelligent can tap into a sort of . . . emotional nexus . . . for lack of a better phrase, that allows us to communicate simple concepts. Well, except for humans, for some reason. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to find a frog to look at." Keely took another step and fell over again. "I'm never going to get used to this 'walking' thing," she sighed.

Hearing that his name was mentioned, Corak was drawn away from whatever entirely fascinating thing that you could be sure he would be investigating.

"An aquarian-based speech module?" Corak asked, placing a hand to his ching to mimic contemplation, "I would be able to create such a contraption, but I was brought here a little short of equipment..."
Seeing the others in front of him grimace slightly, he quickly tried to think of a subsitute to all of the equipment that was lying around in his StarShip.

"Well, I could always loop a simple recording of Miss Keely's and that Turtle-creature's vocal waves, and try to dub them into what the rest of us speak. However, for it to work both ways, I would have to then enter a recording of our own language. I can easily do this, but I need a sample of both of the marine creature's voices. I understand that Miss Keely can speak in the usual tongue, but it would help put the words in synch." Corak explained, pulling out a small, flat-lidded box from his robes, and flipping the lid open, "If you would be so kind...?"

(not really, but making it up as I go along works well)
The bullet hits with much cursing from Cutman, whose head does indeed twist off and fall to the floor with a thud. Irvine observed this with a snicker.
"Shouldn't he stop functioning now?"
"Nah, We've been doing this for a while now, so Wily's put most of the important circuitary into the head. Nice shot by the way. I also note you had a close eye on these girls just now. Maybe you can help me with another important matter that needs to be done.
"Oh?"

(tell me if you think Irvine would not take part in the following activity.)
"A 7..."
"Really, I was thinking more an 8."
"Nah, a 7 at most. She's an 8."
"Oh no no no, she, without doubt, is a 9."
"What makes you so sure?"
"I caught a glimpse of her naked earlier, and she was a 9."
"Ah... wait, how? when?"

Meanwhile, on the other side of the clearing, where this can actually still be heard.
"LeBlanc, what are Forte and Irvine doing?"
"... It looks like they are enjoying their last few moments... I'm a 10 you morons!"
(umm tell me if that doesn't work with the characters either.)
"Dude, they can hear us..."
"... Just pretend you were talking about the trees or something. Chicks Dig Plants and stuff."
"I Can Still Hear You Two!"
"If all else fails, I get Gemini Man to distract her."

Ignoring the odd conversation that the females and the more dubious Males were having, Corak set to work, prodding at the wiring of the voice recorder, to set it up so that they could begin the recording and translating of the party's combined language. He would not let anyone else know: he didn't really know any other creatures interested in a Delphinic Device Module- he hardly knew what Dolphins were.

He understood that the recording might not be entirely accurate, but he would try the best to match up the voice files as accurately as possible, to avoid such simple questions as, "Which way is the bathroom?", being mistaken for, "Your master makes a terrible burnt casserole." Judging by the arguing between the group, such things would only harm it further.

Grimacing, the Space Traveller pulled a few spare wires apart. If it was in his directive to serve something, then he would be mainly happy to do so without question, even if he did not have the sufficient materials or tools.
As this was not entirely fitting of his current directive, and was a rather difficult task to complete, it annoyed him, if a little, that while lives were being destroyed, the rest of the group were arguing, and he was sitting here, playing with a simple electrical device.

Although, when you have to rely on other individuals to a certine extent, these are the things that you should expect...

Squirtle seemed to be at a loss of words as the young woman named Keely held it in her arms. The Pokémon finally had another creature that could understand it! The turtle was overjoyed at this latest development. Perhaps living in this new environment may not be so horrible after all...

Squirtle looked from Corak, who was busy fiddling with some sort of contraption, to the sharpshooters who were currently in argument over something...calling numbers to the females, particularly the one that was holding it. The water Pokémon looked up at its latest companion with an awkward countenance.

"Squirtle Squirt? Squirt Squirt Squirtle?" ("Why are those humans addressing you with numbers? Is this some sort of game?") it asked, puzzled.

Keely was listening with half an ear to the heated argument between LeBLanc, Forte, and Irvinekinneas with a lagging interest. Of course, she could use sonar to see all three of them naked anytime she wished, and also see inside their bodies to their internal organs (or parts,) but she hadn't been in a human body long enough to develop much of a standard for beauty in the species, so she was at a loss to determine what either her or Leblanc's number was. It didn't bother her that much in any case. In Keely's culture, females did similar things, and no one made a big deal out of it.

Leblanc's loud protests sounded as close as when she had been standing next to Keely. "I SAID I'M A 10--HEY! BAD ROBOT! YOUR HAND DOESN'T GO THERE!" There was a sudden rushing of air and a loud thump, which was enough to tell Keely that Leblanc had used her fan on Forte, since the victim seemed to show signs of something still resembling life.

"She doesn't seem to know what she wants," Keely said softly to herself.. At that point, the "Squirtle" she was holding in her arms addressed her again, this time with the question of why everyone was addressing her with numbers. She replied that it was a sprt pf game where you rated the physical attractiveness of someone you wanted to mate with, (in the dolphin tongue of course; the squirtle didn't seem to understand as well when she used human) and that the higher your score was, the more desirable you were. That seemed to satisfy it, although it added that it didn't see much of a point in it; why not just go up and ask a female if it wanted to mate with you? Keely, whose own cultural standards also went along simple lines, told it she didn't really know and that it was probably a "human thing."

As she started to listen to the fiasco between LeBlanc, Forte, and Irvinekinneas, which seemed to be growing more interesting by the second, Corak asked, "I think I will need a larger sample of your language than that, Miss Keely. Would you mind speaking in your native language some more?"

"For, I cannot really match up wave patterns with only the sample I have now. You would understand." Corak continued, looking up from the device that could have been a flat-lid recorder, at one point in time, which had wires spread out of it like the legs of an Octopod.

(ooc- Ok, I'm back. Now, can someone tell me what's been going on? I'm totally lost...)

OOC: Welcome back! Currently, the female-mad males of the RPG are having an "Argument" with Keely and Leblanc, something about sizes... ^^'
Corak is compiling a translator so that everyone can understand that blue turtle pokemon, Squirtle, and all are generally up to mischief.
Uhm... that's all that's been happening, in a nutshell. ^^'

(ooc- Ok, Thanks!)

Ed watched as the hormonally- driven guys argued with the girls. The alchemist sighed, almost glad that he wans't like that. "I don't really want to know what it actually is they're arguing about." he muttered to no one in particular. "Oh well, might as well let them duke it out."

With that, Ed found a tree stump nearby and sat down. He then pulled a small book out of his coat pocket and opened it to a page that he had read many times before. His mouth moved as he read over the familiar words, "Water, 35 liters. Ammonia, 4 liters. Lime 1.5 kilograms..."


After a while had passed, it semed that the argument had died. Looking up, Ed noticed that there wasn't anyone around. "Crap. Better go find out where the others are..." he muttered, before leaving the great tree behind...