Tierrebon and Amanae's Journal

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The recording

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momentary white noise

"This is a recording. This recording has been translated into [dub]ENGLISH[/dub] for the conveneince of the recipients on [dub]GAIA[/dub]. The following recording is a data log of the pursuit and capture of [dub]TEIRFRAU. GEGEN. GESELLSCHAFT[/dub] The selling and copying of this recording is illegal. This recorder was bestowed on the people of [dub]SUMAENARA[/dub] as a means of evidence in court, against the afore mentioned capturee."

momentary white noise

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huffing, rustling bushes and hurried footsteps can be heard. It sounds as though the person holding the recorder is running.

Male voice #1: [out of breath] She's faster than we thought! We have no visual identification, yet!

Male voice #2: [further ahead] I think I can stop her from here!

the running noises come to a stop. There is momentary silence, followed by a crashing noise, and the panicked shreiking of a female voice. A second male voice calls out to the first.

Male voice #2: Anzo! She's stronger than I thought!

Male voice #1: [shouting] Jakyuya! Jakyu! [incomprihensible]

some scrambled shuffling noises, acompanied by hysterical shreiking of the female voice again. The females voice dies down for a moment, then becomes louder and enraged, as though she has noticed something. The second male voice begins screaming in pain. The male voice closest to the recorder gasps in shock over the sounds of gore and gurgling screams of the second male voice.

Female voice: [distant] [screaming over the noises] I smell the Junaunau in you! I smell it! You filth! Was it your mother? Or was it your father??

the gurgling screams die down, and are followed by a thud. The male closest to the recorder can be heard gagging in horror.

Female voice: [retreating] -and if you send another sack of sin-incarnate, it will meet the same fate! It will have it's head rended from it's shoulders and given to the underlord!

a pause, as the female runs away.

Male voice #1: [still horrified] L-let the record be shown, that...[he gags] Jakyuya Miyo was murdered...by beheading. The female assailant...escaped with his head. Leaving his...body...b-behind-

a pause. There is a loud noise as the recorder is dropped, followed by the sounds of the first male vomiting.

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"End of first recording."

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momentary white noise

there is ragged, quiet breathing. In the distance, not too far away, is some loud arguing. The lone female is clearly the same from the first recording.

Female voice: [enraged] -and lead them back here! Now the entire clan's *police are on to us! Not only that, but they know where we are! You're an idiot! Unworthy of this faith!

Young male voice: [sobbing] No, miss, no! No, Tierfrau!

Female voice: [growls] Get out of my sight. We are moving camp, and if you try to follow...I will have you killed.

Young male voice: [begging] No, miss! Please! Please! [he becomes hysterical] I AM PURE! I AM PURE!

the sudden sounds of a fight breaking out can be heard, and it seems as though the young man lunged at the woman, but was attacked before he could reach her.

Female voice: I told you, Hanu, do NOT try to follow.

The male voice can be heard sobbing as the sounds of hundreds of people moving around beginning to pack up can be heard.

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.:junaunau da unamana:.

 

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Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god,

There was very little coherency to Amanae's thoughts as she griped the leg of the chair she had fallen beside for dear life. Was it an earth quake? The loud rumbling had begun as only a faint humming ten minutes ago, a noise that sounded like a jet plane passing overhead or something of the like. But now the noise had ascended to such a level that the very foundations of her house shook, and she fell to her knees beside the chair she had been sitting on.

"'Del!!" She called at the top of her voice, over the rattling of cutlery and crockery and everything else in the dining room. It was when the noise had all but deafened her that she spotted her adoptive daughter, Nudeln, at last. The pink-skinned, purple-freckled, tentacled girl was standing outside, head tilted back in awe. Her long, black braid of hair swung back and forth with the force of each quake.

Was it an earth quake? Did this part of the world have those? Not a moment later, and not an inch too close, the ground erupted into fragments, spraying a cloud of dirt and dust up into the air. Nudeln fell backwards with a yelp of surprise, shielding her face from the thick cloud.

The tremors ceased. Scrambling to her feet, Amanae dashed outside, yanking the sliding door open and falling to her knees, throwing her arms around Nudeln. "Dear god, 'Del! What were you doing out here!? What happened!?"

Dumbstruck, covered in a layer of dirt, Nudeln simply stared at the hole the explosion had caused. Slowly, Amanae turned to see the damage too, blinking dumbly at an almost crater-like hole in the ground that smoked faintly... "Mommy...i's an alien," Nudeln breathed earnestly. Amanae would have scolded her, only as the dust cleared, it seemed she was more than right.

A small silvery object, shaped somewhat like a squashed soccer ball sat firmly in the ground, smoking lightly, emitting the faintest of noises. Amanae touched Nudeln's shoulder, as a warning to tell her to stay put as she got slowly to her feet and crept forward, towards the object.

As she neared it, the noise became a little clearer. The sound was high-pitched, like that of a siren or some sort of alert bell, and rang out in a constant screeching tone. Amanae jumped a little as the noise was suddenly interrupted by a loud hissing noise. A small amount of smoke dispelled from the corners of the silver object, and the top half of it swung up, and open, almost like the lid on a cookie jar. The screeching noise from earlier became instantly several times louder, and was now identifiable as the incoherent displeased screaming of a baby alien.

"Oh...s**t." Amanae vocalized in astonishment.

There, nestled deep within the confines of a safely padded alien escape-pod type thing (or so Amanae assumed) was a howling, screeching baby girl. Little puppy ears flapped this way and that as the girl screamed and squalled her displeasure, clenching and unclenching her clawed hands and feet, chubby little face bright pink from lack of oxygen.

"Mommy, make it shut up!" Nudeln shouted, still sitting back a ways on the ground, little freckled hands pressed hard over her ears.

Maternal instinct quickly washed over Amanae. The girl DID look mostly like a regular little baby girl anyway, minus the missing toes and fingers, and the red fluffy puppy dog ears. She reached into the pod and scooped the screaming child out, pulling her tight into her arms and making comforting shushing sounds. "Shh, shh, it's alright now," Amanae cooed, "You're safe now,"

Unimpressed, the alien baby made a lash at Amanae with it's little-but-sharp claws, failing to do any damage but shocking Amanae into almost dropping it anyway. The wailing increased to another level of sheer volume, and the alien girl squirmed even harder. Not happy, not happy, NOT HAPPY! Still blissfully assured that the little one was merely frightened and disorientated, Amanae moved back over the pod to check it for anything like a name, or maybe even a letter of abandonment from it's parents or something. Instead she found only a card, with a photo attached, and a name written on it in neatly printed handwriting.

"Tierfrau...Gegen...Geselschaft?" Amanae annunciated slowly, squinting her eyes slightly. Oh, but the woman...er...alien in the photo looked nothing like the squalling, shrieking little girl in her arms. Turning the card over hopefully, Amanae found another set of neatly printed words. "The...beheading of cross-species children?" The words meant little to her, but the pitch in the child's screaming rose several octaves at the very mention of it.

Punishment! That's what this is!! Dammit, Anzo! Damn you!


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[Reserved for baby shower! naming of the screaming thing, and the mass redecoration of the spare room.]  

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[Reserved; Screaming thing meets Tsuki. Screaming thing then proceeds to stab 'Del with it's tail.]  

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Amanae

Dear Diary,

You know, my perception of the word "disaster" has changed rather dramatically since having two incredibly pissed-off girls dumped on my head. But that's not really what I wanted to mention.

See I figured, since it seems Tierre doesn't speak english, and Nudeln doesn't have the best literacy or numeracy skills, I'd give the whole "home schooling" thing a go. I trundled out that old whiteboard thing mom had given me such a long time ago and wrote A-Z and 1-9 on it.

After an incredibly drawn out explanation of why numbers were different to letters, I managed to force the girls to sing half of the A-B-C song with me. Well, Nudeln did alright, but I think I'm expecting a little too much of Tierre as she seems to be half the age of 'Del. It's impossible to tell though...

-Amanae

 

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Amanae

Dear Diary,

I'm terrified. Simply, purely, utterly terrified. I thought I was afraid when Tierre stung Nudeln for the first time. I thought I was afraid when I first met Tsuki, for Christ's sake. But this...everything pales in comparison to this.

Nudeln has grown.

I don't really know how it happened so suddenly, and where all those darn freckles went, but goddamn it she's bigger now. She's bigger, meaner, smarter and even more destructive. There's still no clue at all as to why she's so full of hatred, even after several double-checks to her file. No Wrath genes, just the same old pair every time I look.

I can't help but think she's angry from the conflicting nature of her genes. I mean, no, they're not exact opposites, but they come pretty darn close. Still no luck when I ask her, however.

Tierre is unimpressed with Nudeln's growth. While she was only a little bigger then her younger sister before, 'Del now towers over the little scorpion-puppy. Tierre has taken a liking to ankle-stinging due to this, and got me once or twice.

Urgh, please...no more kids. I don't know if I can survive.

-Amanae