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 Posted: Mon Feb 21, 2011 9:36 pm
Flora shrugged. "Well, you are the Senshi of Blood." She pointed out. It did sound rather gory, however, and she didn't know what she would think if she had peered into a well and seen a sticky dark red substance. Even if they were from animal sacrifices, it sounded pretty icky. Or was it a natural occurring liquid on here, like how spring water was on Earth?
The Senshi of Spring took her teammate's hand, looking about the place as they walked down the path MuCephei directed them towards. "What exactly happened here though? Do you think all the other Senshi planets are... well..." She gestured about at the ruins, "this abandoned? Perhaps this is why we were brought to Earth?" But then, did that mean they were the only ones of their planet who had survived?
... "This is starting to sound like the Origins of Superman with Krypton or something."
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Posted: Fri Mar 11, 2011 10:24 am
"I don't know... I wish I could remember somehow, but it all just seems like... snaps and bits of Deja vou... the only things that are alive here are the plants, and even then some of them look like they are dying for want of care."
It was a long walk, whatever had happened, it could easily have been a war, or a wold wide disaster, hard to say given how much time must have passed between them and now. Hints and traces of what might have been had rotted away and even the damage had been worn down at the edges so it was as much time as catastrophe.
The sun...er... the Star, moved the shadow of what once was a great palace over the flat land that stood between them and it, it shifted slowly towards the road they walked on as though it moved over the face of a great sun dial, marking each step they took.
There was a faint but growing smell of flowers as you drew closer... gardens, somewhere there were gardens.
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Posted: Thu May 05, 2011 10:26 pm
It reminded her oddly about the tale of Sleeping Beauty where thorns grew around the castle for what? A thousand years, right? Flora couldn't exactly remember if the thorns were conjured up or just grew into place naturally, but the latter option was certainly possible. Plants were resilient but ultimately, some of them, like flowers, needed tending to. She could only look about at the rubble, not knowing what to say and wondering if her own planet, wherever it was, looked like this.
"Flowers." She said quietly as the air grew with the smell of them, a hint of delight in her voice. "I wonder if you have any exotic ones? Or Space Flowers, species we've never seen before!" It was something to be excited about, really, and it helped to pull her attention away from imagining the disaster that had struck this place.
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 8:43 am
"There is a strange tree!" she said earnestly "It... folowers, I didn't see it but... I don't know, I -remember- it, so much red." her voice was whistful for a moment.
"I would imagine your own...world? It must have the most beautiful gardens even now!" She exclaimed, it would be hard, after all to think of a world that granted Flora her powers that lacked far reaching gardens.
She paused again, tilting her head and then turning down a path she hadn't yet crossed. "This way I think..." She said almost distractedly "I... think that the gardens are this way."
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Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2011 8:13 am
"I wonder what it's called." Flora mused. "Blood Tree. Alien Blood Tree. MuCephi Tree. I'm trying to think of a witty blood name or something, but I never really cared about human biology much." Of course that would mean the knowledge would lead to silly nerdy names. She wasn't sure if she wanted that.
"I hope." She said softly, mostly to herself. To imagine her world in ruins like this struck a chord of distress within her. "Well," She said brightly, shoving that dismal thought away, "let's go then!"
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 5:26 am
Together they explored an alien garden, it's flowers at once hauntingly familiar and yet, in many cases strange. The great tree remained silent and free of bud, yet somehow it seemed to watch them as it inexorably shifted paving stones over eons with it's great thick roots.
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