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[[Akima]]

Akima looks up into the night sky, admiring the stars and their incredible brilliance tonight. They were much different from the ones on her home planet; much smaller, and it was stange for Akima to look up and see only one moon.Akima began to feel uncomfortable. She has noticed her thoughts were slowly being converted into Earth-speak. Frowning slightly she looks down at the ground, still walking while her mind stretched over her territory. She examines her hands, moving her fingers and touching her fingertips together occasionally. She was pleased that her physical defenses were still up, and that she could still fool the creatures of her planet. Akima didn't think so much that it would work here, but at least she still had a few things.

A sudden crunching noise has Akima looking up sharply, torn from her thoughts. She looks up ahead in some bushes that were rustling frantically. Suddenly three creatures bounded out that she didn't recognize. She immediately- almost by habit- began to focus her mind on one of the residents in the guild house searching for the information that connected to the creatures' identity.

[[[Deal. What day is it?]]]



[[Edit]]~ Nevermind. The date was on my post.

((You're excused. Madame Vocaloid will be dismissed tonight unless I hear from her, though.))

[[Akima]]

Hours later, Akima was now dirt smudged, cloths ripped in some places, and sort of tired, but not really. She had just woken up from her almost daily five minutes of recuperation over by a small hill just out of sight of the guild house. She hated to sleep but loved every second of the dream land that would cause her so many problems if she dwelled within it for long. She had been exploring for hours after finding out that the small nocturnal creatures were... badgers, correct if mistaken. Akima looked around, and no one was in the vicinity to correct if she was indeed mistaken. With no worries about any of that, Akima went to report to Matasoga, who probably needed her for some reason or another. Not that she bothered. She was hungry, but she had gotten a drink from a small pond, and went to the bathroom not to long ago. Yes, eating was the last thing on her to do list of things to do today unless Matasoga wanted to add to her list. Or tonight. Akima is a nocturnal creature, and night reigned predominantly on her planet. She confused timing on Earth, and the wired, philisophical thoughts of the people that roamed around her home hadn't helped in the least on the subject.

She had found Matasoga quickly upon entering, not by any mind seeking, though this would've helped, but only by his scent. She could recognize it a mile away now, becoming accustomed to all of the familiar scents, and sounds around here. The sights offten shifted, but that may just be a fault of hers. Not everything could adapt quite as well here on Earth.

"Hello." She greets him companionably. She doesn't smile, but has she ever really in the first place?

[[Oh, and I forgot about the daylight negatively affecting her so she couldn't follow anyway.]]

[[Akima]]

Akima followed him, a contemplative frown on her face, but she refrained from seeking out his mind for details. He had already let her know that it wouldn't be appreciated. Her footsteps are subconsciously silent, predatorial, as she does follow him, slipping through the door before it closed, and if one had a good ear, they would be able to hear her, but only if they were listening for her. The sun tinged the horizon, and the bit of light caused Akima to blink for a moment to adjust. Her skin still has a flourescent aspect about it, but it did not glow elegantly as it had before when the night was young.

She followed him some of the way, looking for company, but her direction of travel was interrupted by a slight itching that began to course across her exposed skin. She didn't scratch it, and had no intention to do so, as she examined her arms curiously. Slight redness was appearing, and this made Akima frown. Maybe she wasn't so compatible with Earth after all. She turned around and headed back towards the guildhouse. She wasn't in any mood to be indoors, so she jumped up into a nice thick tree that blocked her from view above and below, but it didn't block what her mind could detect. The tree was thickly shaded, and the itching stopped, but the redness did not go away. She doesn't have the slightest clue what is happening, but she assumes that her body is beginning to deteriorate now due to some sort of reaction to the atmosphere of Earth. So, with this theory in mind, Akima sits back comfortable, and casually scans the grounds with her mind, as if observing the world one would use eyes for.

They climbed the hill, Matasoga holding a long box, wrapped in black paper with a crimson ribbon as they climbed the hillside that lead to his house, the same old chill in the air setting in and worsening as the cold season came upon them.