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 Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 10:43 pm
((*cackling in amusement* I'm sooo going to draw a Jan!Dori some time soon XDD That's too perfect X3))
Having gone back to turning the rock over and over in her hands - much closer to her, in fear of it falling perhaps, Jan looked about ready to either bang her head rhythmically against a wall until parental instinct kicked in or sell the relic on e-Bay. It was hard to tell with that woman. I don't lactate, her brain supplied for possible continuation of the conversation - because she really ought to continue the conversation, seeing as this chick was another 'guardian' or whatnot, and that meant she'd be, if not a good reference, at least someone to share scream-time with when the little buggers finally hatched. Or manifested. Or whatever. But no, I don't lactate was going to have to wait. Or better yet, be forgotten entirely.
"I hope it's not something gross," she muttered finally. "Like... I dunno. Broccoli. Or human flesh. Ew. God, I hope it's not human flesh..."
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 11:13 pm
( XDDD ninja well i did draw something when this started XDDD clicku! Its kinda crappy soooo yea lol )) If one thought that the vampiress' face couldn't be any paler, they would be proven wrong then. The mention of human flesh, and the fact that having to feed it to someone she currently took care of, scared her. Did this woman KNOW? Quite impossible really, since she hadn't fed him human flesh in years, but nonetheless.... However, the mear mention of Broccoli being gross made the reserved woman snicker, her hand immediately going to her mouth, as if to hide the fact. Her face reddened from a very rare blush.
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Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2006 12:09 am
((Aw man, if you've done art then I just have to join in XD *dance dance revolution suru* I fluff it X3))
"Yeah I know!" Jan expanded, encouraged by the silence she took for stunned realization, "Broccoli is totally the worst. If broccoli were a person, I'd have to hate him. Or her. It's just disgusting. I can't understand it," slow and disapproving head shake, deep frown.
She could feel her teeth grinding together in worry now - and that only happened when she was genuinely concerned. The kind of gut-deep concern that wrenched away all thoughts of hunger or sleep and sent one into the hyper-aware, unhappy realm of impending doom accompanied by ubiquitous gloom. "So... uh... hi..." she said finally, glancing away from her now precious rock and towards the woman whose quiet time she'd probably intruded upon, "Some call me Jan. What about you?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2006 12:16 am
(( bwhahaha it was on a bored whim lol and then i liked its simplicity XDDD))
Risika watched the girl beside her then continued her laugh, her hand still infront of her mouth as she did so. She smiled as she brought her hand down, placing it infront of her, before the woman named Jan. Maybe this day wasn't so bad.
" Hello. My name is Risika. But you can call me Sika, most do."
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Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2006 12:22 pm
((It's very cute XD))
Oh God, was the woman choking? Jan sincerely hoped she wasn't choking, it'd been ages since the CPR class. But if she wasn't, what was she hiding behind that han--ooohh, laughing! Echoing with a silent nervous laugh of her own in her head, Jan once again felt very thankful that only some of what she thought actually made it out into verbal communication. And oh! The woman had a name! How delightful! Jan didn't really have a name anymore, just what, you know, she was called. "Hi, Sika," she grinned a little too widely with an outstretched hand, "What roped you into this? Random chance or did you volunteer? What do you know about anthropology?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2006 1:04 pm
(( thank you <3 ))
Risika smiled and shook Jan's hand, placing her own hand upon her messanger bag afterwards.
" Roped me into this? I guess that would be myself. I volunteered after a while of talking it over with my son back at home." She shrugged then. Aubrey wasn't really her son, he was a demon who ate babies, but she raised him so she treated as her own.
" I really don't know anything about humans. That is what anthropology is right? The study of humans....Well anyways, I have been hanging around the museum and after a while, I offered to help with their research. Thusly, I got this," her hand grooped her bag then, another absentminded habit of hers ever since she had gotten the thing.
" How about yourself?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 27, 2006 12:04 pm
See? Handshakes produced familiarity, which was totally spiffy! And meant that you weren't quite as awkward with the person whose hand you'd been all touchy-feely with as you'd been before. Thus, post handshake Jan seemed to relax, all that energy which had channeled into furious questions melting into a dulled yet still avid interest.
Her mouth twisted a little at the question, a frown of miniscule significance, "People in my profession... sort of have a track record of these sorts of things," she held up the rock once more, "Just sorta... happening to them." Take her predecessor, for example. Whoo-ee.
Brightening slightly, enthused by the idea of reading or research or whatever - provided she was allowed to take as many breaks as she liked, darnit - "Not necessarily - oh, I dunno. It's hard to define. Anthropology just seems a better word than archaeology when it comes to these things," another shake of her relic, as if she expected it to rattle for her, "Because they're really old, but they've got to come from some sort of culture or deification of an idea or something like that, and since they're apparently living then we can't just write it off as the study of ancient stuff left behind, you know?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 27, 2006 5:37 pm
Risika nodded in understanding, for she got what Jan ment. It was quite confussing to be able to "catalog" exactly what type of research she would be doing for that Dredlocked man, but either way it was exciting.
" I agree that its hard to define. I mean, you'd think there'd be a word for it, but this doesn't really happen often. They're not like fossils or anything. Or atleast I don't believe they are."
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Posted: Thu Jul 27, 2006 6:41 pm
Jan's eyes widened slightly - fossils? ...How on earth had she forgotten that possibility? Magic fossils! It all made sense now! In a disjointed sort of fashion and in the way that it made slightly more sense than it had before - concept wise, at least. Trapped inside the relic were imprints, basic principles of duality that could be revived by the... hunh. By something. So the relics were then therefore sort of metaphysical, because they played the bridge between reality and intangible theory.
Neat.
It was only at that final summary, the one word 'neat', when she sat looking at her rock in a new light that she realized she'd blurted the whole train of thought out loud. ...Hunh.
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Posted: Thu Jul 27, 2006 6:50 pm
Risika gazed at Jan in a new light. Having listened to her small rant about what the Aduthule could be in general, she suddenly had a great sense of respect for the other woman's intelligence.
" Deffiantly neat," she whispered. Not only did she see Jan in a different light, but she saw the protected relic within her bag in a new light aswell. Maybe she should be treating it with much more tenderness and pretection. The thought did, however, make her fear of becoming one of those over protective mothers whose children lash out because of it.
She sighed deeply and slouched in the bench, very odd from her usual upright outlook while in public.
" This may be way more over my head than I thought. And I thought Aubrey was a hard boy to raise." She laughed then, obbviously much more relaxed by her posture and tone of voice.
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Posted: Thu Jul 27, 2006 7:40 pm
Jan pursed her lips in mild disapproval at Sika, "Bet you're not giving yourself enough credit," she accused - it was the habit of people, she'd noticed, to either assume they were more than right for a task or really weren't right enough. Either attitude got you in trouble later on down the line. "C'mon, you've got another kiddie, right? If he's still kicking you've got to be doing something right." Slight grin, almost a laugh, "Just don't start making the little tykes call you 'mummy dearest', or child protection services will come calling."
Uh... actually, did Gaia have child protection services? Considering the amount of people who seemed to adopt strange beings at the drop of a pin... the group was either way overworked or hadn't been established at all. Or been firebombed, which didn't seem too unlikely. ...Okay, enough with the negative thoughts and onto something more constructive, "I mean, hey, even if we are dealing with theories made flesh they're still flesh, you know?" she pointed out, distracting herself from sensibility.
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Posted: Thu Jul 27, 2006 7:53 pm
Risika turned her head toward Jan, smiling gently as she did so.
"You're right. Aubrey was pretty troublesom, but he is still alive and kicking." Laughing gently, she sat back up, smoothing out nonexistant wrinkles in her messanger bag.
" I wonder how ours will turn out." With a very uncharacteristic snicker, Risika turned towards Jan quickly. " Do you have an idea of what they are? Kind of like how Tymiko's, another gaurdian like ourselves, boys are similar to the sky and the sea." her hand yet again grooped at her relic, still hesitant to even let it see the light of day.
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Posted: Thu Jul 27, 2006 8:03 pm
Chewing enthusiastically on her tongue, Jan refrained from answering for a long moment. She wasn't quite sure what to make of that new bit of information - sea and sky? How strange, that two very real things should be included in the ideas imprinted in these many relics. That suggested that... well, the duality thing was more important than the tangibility (or lack thereof) of any concepts linked to these Aduthule. Interesting.
"Uh... I can guess," she nodded hesitantly, holding out her relic that Sika might see it better in the light rather than in the shadows close to Jan's belly, "Something to do with masks. Theatre, I think. Comedy and tragedy, more specifically."
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Posted: Thu Jul 27, 2006 8:26 pm
Risika looked at Jan's relic, being able to see it fairly well now. She took it in and noticed the details that Jan had mentioned. Her guess at being Comedy and Tragedy was a fairly good guess, and she even admitted that she herself could have never guessed.
Her hand went automatically to her bag, feeling out the hard stone within. She was still contemplating whether to not to bring out the stone. It wasn't that she didnt trust Jan now, she was just paranoid.
" That will be interesting to see." She placed her index finger upon her chin, tapping it a few times before continuing. " I guess you could figure that maybe they were 'forged' or whatever, during the Elizabethian era?" She giggled then at a fleeting thought. " What if they had english accents and everything?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 27, 2006 8:43 pm
"Oh," Jan said in surprise, drawing the relic closer to herself for better inspection again, "Elizabethan... you know, I'd rather thought it'd be more Greek. But theatre evolves, I guess..." she frowned, unsure of whether she'd be able to stop herself from throttling the little tykes if they ended up with English accents despite never having lived in England. ...Enh. Probably. They'd be small and defenseless and cute! If kind of icky when it came to the actual part of them being kiddies. Still, she probably wouldn't find it in herself to strangle them. Gag, maybe, she'd have to see.
She didn't really expect Sika to display hers in turn, having already evaluated the differences in their attitudes towards the rocks--relics, to be very sharp. It would seem almost out of character for the woman to display something she was concentrating so hard on keeping safe, and Jan didn't begrudge her that - when she bothered to think about it. "If they make me buy 'em ruffs.." she muttered finally in a grasp at both humor and exasperation.
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