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 Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2004 1:11 pm
Oh of course! It was a favorite, growing up. Tell me, what do you think of it?
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2004 1:15 pm
I had trouble understanding...the possiblity of going into a tunnel and emerging in a different world seemed completely ludacris to me, so while I suffered through it, I have not appreciated it until now. The symbolism was quite astonishing I must say, to think that people of the past so often chose to speak in riddles commonly in their daily language is fascinating.
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2004 1:22 pm
*laughs* I suppose we do at that, though not always in so allegorical a fashion. And in 3035? Do you always mean what you say?
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2004 1:26 pm
Yes. Why would one say what they do not mean? There is no purpose to confuse. Communication is all that humans truly have. We should not shroud it in uncertainty.
:::She takes a closer look at the book he is holding, specifcially at the words:::
That is old written english is it not?
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2004 1:33 pm
This? *he holds up the book* It isn't actually. It's French, actually. Old French.
Do they still have the French in your time?
This is Victor Hugo's Les Miserables. Have you read it?
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2004 1:46 pm
:::She nods::: Yes I have also read that one. It is from a civilian's perspective on the French Revolution in the 1800's I believe. It is hard to understand how humans were once so barbaric.
I believe that there is a very small number of people who can still speak French. It is undoubtedly a dying language. English became dominant. Though, we now have a writing system that encompasses and accomodates all languages, regaurdless of the phonology.
Which is why I must ask for your assistance. I cannot read old english written language. :::She romoves the locket from around her neck and hands it to Bard:::
Tavin gave this to me. I have tried studying the language, but my professional schedule does not allow any leisure. I must try to learn when I am supposed to be sleeping. This infinges on my duties. I have had very limited success without ample time. Can you please tell me what is written on it, if you can read it.
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2004 2:11 pm
*Bard adjusts his reading glasses and peers at the inscription. He carefully reads*
Officer Cora Serenis-
There are two types of people- Those who change the world around them and those who are changed by the world around them. Be strong and find the courage to live your life as you want to. Remember that you always have friends in The Brink. Friends for all eternity.
-Tavin
*he smiles* Very lovely.
*he hands back the locket*
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2004 2:39 pm
:::Cora takes the locket back from Bard, and holds it to her chest for a moment, before putting it back around her neck. She has a very warm, maudlin look on her face:::
Thank you, Citizen Bard, that means very much to me.
:::She leaned down and gave him a kiss on the forehead (as was of course the only way she knew how to say thank you):::
:::She pondered the message a moment. My friends...my people. This must be my home:::
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2004 3:41 pm
The old man stalks into the room wearing a long brown overcoat made from the same leather-like material as his jacket. He has a sour look on his face as he shuffles through pages of notes and makes corrections with the stylus in his hand. Taking a quick glance up he plops his work onto a free table and eases himself into one of the chairs.
"Thrice-cursed bastards, ought to give them a piece of my mind is what I ought to do. Inevitable threat my a**..."
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2004 12:47 am
*Tavin fades in behind the bar and pulls out a few bottles, mixing a drink*
Hum, de dum
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2004 1:08 am
Name: Selurnis
Race: -----
Age: forgotten
Bio: Originally, she was from the lost city under the water, in another time-space. When she made it ashore to this world, she was captured and sold as a slave for her ability to sing. After her successful escape, she managed to bring back a rebel group and bring down the slave city once and for all. Sadly, in her last efforts to save her friends, she lost her flesh body. For a time afterwards, she wandered the land, and found a place to stay where she could wait to draw on the energy of the living so she could materialize, just for a brief moment. Searching endlessly for a body, it seemed her accidentally ending up in the Brink was the best thing that's happened yet....
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2004 1:13 am
It seemed almost hilarious and sad at the same time to watch this girl who just happened to -phase in-, or what have you, to the Brink. The first thing she did was look at her hands and feet, and then -REPEATEDLY- walked into the same solid wall. Over and over. But she couldn't seem more delighted.
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2004 2:38 am
*apears and looks around, then falls to his knees throwing his hands above his head* THANK THE LORD! its the Bar with the GOOD RUM! *he stands up and picks up a bottle from behind the bar then takes a drink* hmmmm speaking of drink.. *he says eying the strange young woman* theres one who seems to have had a bit more than I... *he scoops up the bottle and walks over to her* are you alright there Miss?
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2004 2:42 am
*he shakes his head as the woman disapears... and looks at the bottle* Bloody hell! thi s really is good stuff! Really makes lifes problems disappear... *he heads over to the bar and sits down*
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2004 3:23 am
::Nyx appeared at a table, sitting quietly. Her forehead was pressed into the wooden surface, and her arms hung limply at her sides.::
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