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 Posted: Thu Nov 26, 2009 8:27 pm
Private RP between Uzi (ladyumbra), the moores (smerdle) & Francis (Graficcha)
Location: apartment building
Time: early afternoon
Weather: Cool breeze, overcast
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Posted: Thu Nov 26, 2009 9:02 pm
Start with the smallest, that was Uzi's plan. If the alter was to introduce Fran to others of her kind she wanted to begin with Rahk and Ro as they were the least intimidating due to their size. The huntress had also found the proto pair to be quite amusing during their first meeting. Uzi's ears rested at a relaxed angle and her tail flicked behind her lazily as knocked on the door to the apartment.
"One of the twins doesn't speak" she informed Fran quietly as she waited for the door to open. " The other talks a lot to make up for it," at least that was how she saw it. She felt no need to try and describe Astan, he might be large and human but he was also not who they were here to see and to be honest Uzi still wasn't sure what to make of the man.
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Gracious Conversationalist
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2009 4:30 am
Oh dearie me, oh dear...
Francis stood beside the alter, trying not to appear as nervous as he felt. The city was such a chaos, loud and bright to his senses, an almost painful contrast to the peace and quiet of Eli's lands. Seeing the electricity run around, through the walls, flimmering and setting his darkness alight everywhere he turned was an unpleasant reminder of how things had been 'back there'. The fact that here he felt quite left hanging, by himself with no order, no planning and no routine just added up to his anxiousness. Call it what you will, 'organised' wasn't exactly the right word for this meeting.
All of that wasn't enough to make him lose it completely though, thanks to Uzi being here with him. Something about her, something simple yet unable to be identified, made him want to 'man up', he wanted to be strong for her, wouldn't cower or whimper for she demanded this of him. The idea of failing to meet her expectations was somehow more frightening, and endlessly more humiliating than the terror of being thrown into this chaos could ever be.
He could see her, clearly, from toes to eartips, and her entire stance betrayed nothing but a very self-conscious pride, a sentiment of knowing very well that she had every right to be, to be here. She would not be swayed.
Feeling soothed by the sight of her, her calm sharing of information, and the temporary lull in action as they waited had him sag slightly, his tense high-tipped posture slackening a degree. He nodded quietly at her words, finding it a curious tidbit of information. At least she had warned him of how small they were on beforehand, he'd already shown to have some trouble imagining a kinship between such disproportionate individuals. Not that he'd ever tell her to her face that at first he hadn't quite believed her... No, it just took a little time to convince his slightly prejudiced mind, for he knew the huntress would never lie to him.
All throughout the brief- it had felt like ages- journey here he knew people had been looking at them, and he had unashamedly 'looked' back. In the people he could see their beating hearts, visualise their electric currents and static fields held steady by the fact they were living creatures. When looking at himself he saw the same, though he had to take that comparison with a level of vagueness. That item people referred to as mirrors weren't something he could use to actually reflect upon himself.
Standing here now, he knew very well that he and Uzi weren't of the same kind, even if he had no idea what he was exactly supposed to be. In her, he saw the sun. That sun the researchers had claimed did not exist, but he knew. He could see what they were blind to.
All this musing sure helped him calm, oh yes, cleared most of the worries right away, and mercifully provided some distraction from the rising itchy discomfort on his back. All that high-strung prancing was no good, really.
Well, here we go then.
Don't eat me~
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 2:19 am
Smerdle Astan took several minutes to answer the door, through no real fault of his own. The truth of the matter was, he couldn't find the thing. Ever since he and his Essentics had met that woman, Ro had been able to do things - weird things - like making doors disappear, apparently. It wasn't so much that the doors were gone as it was the fact that the walls were on wrong. And, okay, the doors were gone too, replaced by violently purple swaths of wall, like the one who had taken the doors didn't quite know what to replace them with. It didn't help that Astan had been napping when he heard the knock. Waking up to find your apartment in a state of epic Rubik's Cubeness wasn't the most comforting of sensations. He shook his head, feeling along the "kitchen" wall for the rogue entrance. Nothing.
"Coming!" he shouted for the benefit of whoever waited in the hall. He only hoped it wasn't some religious fanatic. They tended to try extra hard once they caught sight of him and he was not in the mood. "Ro!" he called, his voice only slightly softer than it had been. "Stop... this!"
"Listen," he heard Rahk say. She emerged a moment later from a pile of blankets in the corner where she, too, had been taking a nap. "And look at the furniture. She didn't move any of it." Even though Rahk had seen fit to help Astan, her voice held a thread of pride in her sister's antics.
"Where's the door?" Astan's stage whisper was comical and his hand gestures only added to the show.
Rahk shrugged. "Listen," she said again.
Astan sighed, then took the Essentic's advice and shut up. A faint shuffling sound alerted him to the fact that there was movement to his left and he hurried toward it. He reached for a doorknob he couldn't see and pulled open the attached door violently, creating a strong whoosh of air that blew his hair forward around his face like a lightning-struck lion's mane. Behind him, the room popped back to normal almost too quickly to see.
"Uzi?" What was she doing here? And who was her friend?
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Gracious Conversationalist
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 12:46 pm
Uzi's golden eyes narrowed momentarily, what had.. no it was probbaly unimportant, dismissing the brief flicker of change she'd seen Uzi instead just grinned at Astan and nodded. " Yes, hello again" now down to business "we," she gestured towards Fran, "came to see them" she explained. One ear swiveling a little as she spoke trying to catch the sound of Rahk talking or either Proto moving around. She wondered for a moment if she should state that she felt the meeting was important then decided that could wait for if the man decided to be stubborn.
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Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2009 2:13 am
Fran dabbled back a step, letting his nervosity show for a second. He'd let Uzi handle this from here, and he only nodded briefly to empower her statement.
There was something really strange going on in that house, with that huge man. His focus had been blown completely off kilter when that door had opened just now, and the vaguely crescent-shaped patches on his forehead and cheekbones were flimmering erratically, as if he was blinking. With the strange disturbance inside that apartment, he was even worried his hearing aid might give out, not that he could formulate a sensible reason for this fear.
Little did he know that the twins he was about to meet happened to be rather adept at unravelling reality, on a level of magic and electromagnetic appliances.
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Gracious Conversationalist
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 9:06 pm
When things were going well, Astan had a strange inability to remain angry for long. When things were going poorly, well, that was another story. All in all, since the twins had arrived, however, Astan could reluctantly admit that life was just fine and most of the time it was actually a lot of fun. It was because of this that his expression went from 'weary father of troublemaking brats' to 'hey, how's it going' seconds after Uzi grinned. He actually smiled himself when he turned and saw his living room wasn't a virtual reality nightmare anymore. "Yeah, come in." He stepped out of the way so they could enter, keeping an eye on the sparkling guy he'd never seen before.
Rahk stood in the center of the living room and seeing as how she wasn't the one bending rules today, she waited until Astan closed the door behind their visitors before she spoke. "Hello Uzi and Uzi's friend. Ro is sleeping."
"What? Where?" Hadn't she been turning the room upside down a second ago?
Rahk pointed at a second small pile of blankets near the television. Astan went to retrieve the quiet proto while Rahk waited expectantly, curiosity lighting her strange eyes. Who was this guy and why had Uzi brought him here?
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 3:28 am
Uzi was glad she'd and Fran had been welcomed in without much fuss, she liked Astan about as much as she did, anyone she'd only met once before. The tattooed man was still strange to her but interesting in his own way. The huntress was also glad when her vision did not appear to flicker again as she made her ways inside, it seemed things were stable for now.
Amused by Ro's choice of napping location Uzi smiled gain before introducing her tag along. " Astan, Rahk, this is Francis, he lives me and Eli now. " He was just Fran to her most of the time but when she had introduced him that way to Eli he had corrected the words so this time she opted to use his full name. The essentics eyes flicked between the proto and Fran as she spoke curious about their reactions to each other. She wanted them to get along, Fran was.. special but he couldn't only ever be around her, he would need friends.
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Gracious Conversationalist
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 11:23 pm
So... tiny.
If Frannie'd had eyes worth mentioning he'd likely have been staring them out. At least he didn't allow himself to become too distracted to enter without tripping, and his dignity thanked him for this royally.
So this small thing could talk? Yeah, it was like Uzi alright, he could tell... it was so hard to imagine her as something similarly 'alien' though. He greeted Rahk in return with a distracted, soft 'hello', scanned the room and managed to locate the creature's sibling when she pointed.
So, Astan huh... and Rahk. And Ro. Okay, he could remember that...
And then the hybrid was just standing there, looking royally awkward. Breathe, kiddo, this is only about meeting new people, friends. They're all legit.
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 9:51 pm
"Francis," Rahk said, stepping closer to the strange eyeless creature. "It's nice to meet you." She didn't offer a hand to shake. That was Ro's job.
Astan, having retrieved Ro from her pile, brought her over to the rest of the group and deposited her in a seated position on the floor next to her sibling. He was still a bit weirded out. "No really, Rahk. Why's she so tired?" He wasn't sure he would know what to do with a sick proto, if Ro was in fact sick.
"Spirals," Rahk answered, as if Astan had missed reading an obvious chapter in the Essentic Handbook. "When she uses a bunch of them, she gets tired." She neglected to mention the fact that she could use these 'spirals' too. That was a discussion for another day.
The human was silent for a beat before he huffed out a sarcastic scoff and poked at Ro. The proto slowly slid her head to the floor and pillowed it on Rahk's foot, her eyes remaining closed.
"Make yourselves at home," he offered, retreating to the portion of the open room that was designated as the kitchen. He was going to have to get used to the twins having odd friends. Why not start acting like there weren't four strange beings in his living room as soon as possible?
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Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2009 5:31 am
"What are spirals?" Uzi asked her gaze shifting between the two small essentic siblings. This of course was the most important question on her mind at the moment.
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Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2010 2:09 am
Fran nodded at her question. He had no idea himself about what the little thing could mean by 'spirals'. He didn't actually perceive any such shapes anywhere right now.
He kept an ear out for a potential answer following, but must of his focus had shifted to Astan, his non-eyes trained on him under his pikey bangs. It was hard, but he could actually make out expressions if he took the time to let the myoelectric fields draw into sharper focus. At the slightest signal of an attitude he wouldn't want to be around with, he'd... he'd. Well, what would he do?
Leaving that decision for the moment when such a case actually arrived, Francis tried to settle down. After all, he was here to accompany Uzi to see her friends, and learn more about these sun-creatures, so unlike himself and Astan.
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Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 1:13 pm
Astan kept to himself, puttering around the small kitchen as quietly as he could manage, so as not to disturb the conversation he wasn't a part of. He reached into a cupboard for a box of cereal, knocking a plastic bowl down onto the counter. "Sorry," he muttered, casting a quick glance at the foursome. Was that guy with no eyes looking at him? Honestly unable to tell, he turned his attention back to his cereal.
Rahk shrugged. "Spirals are just... there. In the air. You grab them and you use them to take things apart." She shrugged again. Perhaps Ro could have explained it better, but that would have involved a lot of paper and writing.
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Posted: Wed Mar 10, 2010 10:50 am
Uzi had no idea what the proto was saying, you took stuff apart with them and they were in the air? Nothing the alter's golden eyes picked up nearby looked spiral shaped, floated or appeared in any way helpful in dismantling things. Perhaps it had something to do with what the twins were like how Zia saw the future with cards, perhaps spirals were something only Rahk and Ro could see and use. If so Uzi was disappointed, she hated being left out of anything potentially interesting.
The huntress' ears flick in Astan's direction though she wasn't much worried about him. A small part of her was curious if he was going to offer them food though, it was somewhat common in situations like these but Uzi was unsure if this met food giving conditions.
" Does using spirals make you tired?" Uzi asked her attention back to the topic at hand. Was Ro the weaker proto of the two?
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Posted: Wed Mar 10, 2010 11:00 am
Spirals? How curious. Francis shrugged off the jitters he got when he noticed Astan glanced back at him, and looked around. Hmm... Maybe, maybe he'd 'seen' spirals in those anomalies he'd observed through the ceiling earlier, before they'd arrived, but that could just as well have been normal electromagnetic distortions. He truly couldn't tell what he'd seen exactly, so didn't mention it.
Ah, good question, if incredibly straightforward and out-of-nowhere from the sound of it.
"Is it perhaps like magic?" he made his own specification. Even with his limited experience, even he had heard such craft being described in a wild variety of ways of 'playing with something'. Take it apart, make it do stuff, the fabric of spacetime, essences, energy, particles. It probably depended on the kind of magic and the one doing the manipulating? That would make sense, he figured.
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