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 Posted: Wed Feb 29, 2012 3:00 pm
The girl caught a slight movement on the shaded face under the hood - the subtle spread of a smile as she stood up on her own. There was a pause as he stepped back. Lowering his hand he folded it back into the cloak and waited for a word, a motion, a question. Not getting any, the hooded head tilted slightly then a quiet voice, like a breathed whisper asked calmly, "Lost?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 29, 2012 3:18 pm
Alana
Alana watched the man attentively as he stepped away from her a bit. She was glad. The more space she got to herself, the better she felt; although she was still not at ease, as she flinched once he moved his hand. A strong shudder ran down her spine when he softly spoke to her.
Alana couldn't form words. Something in her mind told her to shut up, and she was listening. Besides the small nod she gave to the man in the robes, all the girl could do was stay perfectly still, and wait for his next move.
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Posted: Wed Feb 29, 2012 3:29 pm
The slight nod made the man's smile spread and he waited a moment for more but when he again got nothing he continued in that breathy voice. "English then," he nearly purred. Alan could feel him watching her though she couldn't see his eyes. "Earth?" it was only half question and he continued without pause, "From what year?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 29, 2012 3:46 pm
Alana
His voice spooked her a bit. Unlike anything she had heard before. She looked down at her feet as he spoke. When he mentioned Earth, a chilling pang of worry struck her heart. She figured by the way he spoke that she was not on the same planet as before, perhaps not even the same galexy. Is that even possible? Then he questioned her for a year. Year?
"2012" She whispered quietly, staring down at a small piece of cobblestone.
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Posted: Wed Feb 29, 2012 4:01 pm
"A good year" the voice rose a little with a slight amusement to it, not quite so breathy, a bit more life in it, a little closer to 'normal'. "Giants won the Super Bow. Cubs got to the World Series. Didn't win of course." The smile turned a touch wry then the hooded head shook slightly and it faded, "Long way from home," he told the girl calmly.
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Posted: Wed Feb 29, 2012 4:04 pm
The traveling merchant stopped in his tracks. The breach was coming alive.
It.
Felt.
Bad.
Sam dropped to one knee and bore the assault on his senses by gritting his teeth and digging his fingers in the ground. Two more. A few little tuggings. A strange carbon smell in the air. All of them behind him. What was going on?
True to his nature the merchant forgot his current goal and replaced it with a new one; to figure out what was happening. He turned from the humanoid and faced the forest to see nothing. Then spun around to disregard the figure that first caught his attention. Then he spun around again and saw a figure standing out in a pasture. Another humanoid. Strange.
Sam began walking towards it with yet another big smile on his face when another figure appeared out of the forest. The merchant got paranoid.
Suddenly this felt a lot like an ambush.
"Shtai Bak! Kyah hav scords!" His English was terrible.
He scowled menacingly in the direction of all the figures before realising that they all were pretty much nonthreatening. The figure by the ditch down the road looked weak, the one by the forest looked lost, and the one out in the pasture looked confused and lost.
Sam smiled, it was time to get busy as a welcoming committee.
His first target was the one in the pasture, but he motioned to the other two to join there by waving his arms erratically and shouting, "Yu! Yu!"
He ran towards the figure in the field laughing a hearty Eastern European laugh.
Hey! Hey!
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Posted: Wed Feb 29, 2012 4:49 pm
Fredrick Mason
The young mage stood on the spot, swaying slightly as he tried to get a fix on his internal magic. In his minds eye he could see that he was running with only about a quarter of his maximum power, but he couldn't grasp any of the outside magic to refill himself. A worrying thing indeed. He had picked up the small spell book that Thah'Alle had thrown at him before sending him to wherever the hell he was now. The arcane overload had settled into something more manageable than constantly throwing up. Instead, he had a deep throbbing migraine that pulsed to the beat of his heart. Annoying, yes, but debilitating, no.
Now that he was mostly together, Fredrick looked around himself once more to take in everything that he could see and feel. Try and work out just where he was. To his left was a herd of some kind of deer, grazing peacefully in their fields. Not a creature native to Vasari, though it could have been from Akos. He had seen horns like those before carved into the tops of staffs and used for wand material, but there was nothing magical worth noting coming from the animals that he could see. Spinning slowly, he looked over the forest that he could see in the distance. There was a glow coming from it, possible the sun? Fredrick quickly discarded that thought. It was far too soft a light to be the sun. Besides, he mused, the clouds would be lighter in that direction as well.
He managed to glance over the water briefly before an ear-splitting roar broke through his thoughts, accompanied by another flash of the golden red light that he had seen earlier. A column of flames jetted out from through the canopy, followed very closely by a magnificent example of a dragon. Even as his face paled from the roar, his eyes lit up with childish wonder as it took to the sky. Seconds later, a smaller dragon burst through the leaves into the air after the first one, letting off a gout of fire as well. His mind whirred as he thought of all the implications that capturing and taming one of them. This lasted a few seconds until the wave of natural magic rolled over him, causing him to double over in agony. Even as he shivered in pain, his mind continued to piece together everything that it knew.
He was definitely not in Vasari any more. They had unfortunately killed off all of their dragons over three centuries ago during The Dark Wars, and as far as he knew, the last of the dragons had gone extinct a century later. Lifting his head up as the pain passed again, Fredrick looked out to sea in the direction that the great flying lizards had gone. The sight of the island chain climbing out of the sea and into the sky was enough to confirm that he was no longer on Vasari, and laid doubt to his thoughts of even being on the same world any more. Hearing a noise behind himself Fredrick spun to find a person walking towards him. The wild eyed man made the same noise a few more times, though it was complete gibberish to the young mage. Turning into a protective stance, he looked the strange man in the eyes and called back to him, caution in his voice. “Chi cazzo sei? Che cosa vuoi e dove cazzo sono?!”(*)
Before he could get a response or respond himself, a burning smell assaulted his mind and his migraine exploded into pain once more. The force of the breach laid waste to his mind, tearing a shrill scream of pain from the young mage. It lasted little more than a second, but it felt like someone was ramming a red hot poker into the back of his head. Almost as soon as it had appeared, the pain vanished, leaving him sweating in a crumpled heap on the ground. He wasn't sure when it had happened, but somewhere between the crazy man and the pain leaving he had collapsed. His head pounded at his temples and the front of his face felt warm and wet. Raising a pale and shaking hand to his face, it came away a bright crimson as his nose continued to flow blood down his chin and front.
*(Who the f*** are you? What do you want and where the f*** am I?!)
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2012 12:19 am
Rüd slowed to a walk as not one but three individuals came into view. What a collection they were. A tall woman clad in nothing short of combat armor walked among tall grasses, seeming just as lost as he; A young boy who from the looks of things was a bit out of sorts and in pain; the person farthest from the NIghtwalker was a man, though his behavior suggested to the Abwehran that the statement didn't hold true much beyond his physical state of being. From this distance the crazed man seemed to be spouting gibberish, and intent on harassing the poor boy who happened to be nearest him.
Then again, maybe it wasn't gibberish. They were all bipedal, humanoid, and from some degree of civilization. It was just as likely Rüd didn't know the language. This elicited a sigh from his spacious lungs. If they couldn't communicate, they would only end up wasting time. He decided that if he could not determine a common language among this group and himself he would continue to the city below- which looked very interesting, he might add.
First things first: he came alongside the armored female. She was tall, but few could compare with Rüd's towering frame, just an inch short of seven feet. Even so, he appreciated not having to crane his neck down to speak face to face. To be respectful and cautious, he kept about ten feet between them while he spoke. "Kannst du mich verstehen? Oder... あなたは私を理解できますか? Or... Can ye understand this? Or do I have to try Trade?" Rüd hated Trade, despite it being the language of galactic communication, and he was pretty sure his Yamataian was rusty. Not a big fan of that one either.
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2012 12:56 am
As the newest "holyshitwhatisthat" approached Linda - four arms, gray skin, looking a little like something that had run too hard into a wall - she snapped her right hand up at him, placed the left on her right wrist, and flooded the forearm with mana. A thin humming came from the limb, emanating from the outspread palm. "Halt and identify!" she called out, her training taking her decisionmaking out of fear's hands. "I... you speak Imperial? Where is this?" she asked, still backing away. If it came to a fight, this being was some seven feet tall and at least as strong as her. Without her weapons it could crush her.
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2012 1:10 am
Rüd smirked. "Where I come from, it's called Nepleslian. I've been wondering the same thing, though, about where we are. Couldn't tell you, but," he pointed toward the loon that went by the name Mad Sam, "I'll bet that fellow knows a thing or two if and when he's in his right mind."
"Oh, and to answer you, name's Rüd." At saying his name, his voice deepened and inflected from the throat rather than simply breathing through tongue and teeth like your typical Imperial- or Nepleslian. "Who're you?" He offered his lower right arm to shake, while the upper pair folded over his chest.
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2012 1:47 am
"Linda. Two-thirteen," she answered, glancing warily and briefly over her shoulder at Mad Sam as she backed away further from Rüd, rotating slightly to put Sam in her peripheral vision. She hadn't the slightest idea what the hand was extended for - it didn't appear to have any of the signs of a mana discharge loaded.
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2012 6:43 am
The hulk with four arms met the feminine figure in the field before Sam reached them. He slowed his pace to watch for a moment to see if they had any hostilities towards each other, at which point he'd promptly turn and run. When it seemed as though they were conversing and sizing each other up, the merchant quickened his pace enough to reach them before they wandered away.
New people never respected "natives".
The mad man met them, forming a triangular group of people standing far away from each other, and stood before them in all his scraggly glory, his stockbag was a bit dirty, his auburn hair unkempt and longer than he liked to keep it, his short beard was reaching fuzzy territory, and his overalls and undershirt hung off him making him look a little starved. In truth, they were just too big.
He looked himself over becoming self-conscious as the breeze tickled his beard and he felt a cowlick on the back of his head as he ran his hand through his hair.
"Yu kia." (Oh my)
Sam smiled a sheepish smile towards the two, in an effort to look less mad and more apologetic. He then looked behind him to see if the other figure would be joining them. It was slow, so the merchant would make his introduction to it later.
For now he had to deal with these two.
"Kya mres Sam, hu Mad Sam, Bavaun re dhamas." He smiled again and gestured out to the wide world of Aelzwyr, spreading his arms and doing a full turn.
"Bres mret Olshfir!"
It didn't occur to him they might not know what he's saying, he was used to people with babel stones. It also didn't occur to him he might be interrupting, they both had their arms out, and the big one had finished speaking, calling itself Root, the feminine calling itself "Linda". Maybe he had better timing than he thought.
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2012 11:09 am
The Abwehran retracted his arm when it seemed to surprise her. He wasn't bothered in the least; he had, in fact, suspected it might happen. She was beyond foreign, she was alien despite her appearing to be just another tall Nepleslian. He was about to offer more words when Mad Sam, by Rüd's guess, tried to introduce himself.
This was probably a lost cause, but, "Don't speak your language," the Nightwalker informed him. It couldn't be all that difficult to learn, though, could it? He was already fluent in four languages; one more shouldn't be too difficult to pick up.
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2012 1:25 pm
Alice
"Cat, Jer~!" Alice said enthusiastically as the small furry mammal 'talked' away to her. It spoke a little differently than the hobos, the rhymes and riddles were still quite apparent without an understanding of the words. Alice had given up trying to catch the cat's tail as she realises that she could never do so and was now simply poking a finger in and out of the it's body absentmindedly as the glow of her body lit up the cats fur on contact.
She was slightly calmer than she was before, the hyperactive intrigue dying down ever so slightly as more and more things lost her interest. Her hair waved around softly as Alice floated over and around to the other side of the cat and 'rolled' onto her back as the cat had done before. The sash surrounding her body twisted slightly as she moved to keep her covered as Alice turned to laugh at the cat she was copying.
"Purple is the sky~!" She sang and continued twisting into a sort of somersault like roll, the end of the sash that stuck out just past her foor fluttering in the absent wind.
Her hair flowed lazily after her while she spun slightly on the spot, though after a few rotations Alice stopped and stared at the cat once more. Her mind was ticking over, going over what she knew so far and deciphering whatever had been said between anyone. Something clicked about names, Jer came to mind, she was sure Jer was a name but who it belonged to she still couldn't be sure. It was said before the cat turned up so that meant Jer was one of the now absent hobos. This also meant that Alice had never heard of a name for the cat. So far the cat was just 'there' existing in her view, just like she was.
She had a prominent look on her face that showed thinking, Alice's brow furrowed lightly, her eyes narrowed and her head cocked lightly to the side. If other things had names that surely meant that she herself should have a name, as she was indeed something. It took a few moments of thought and a great deal of uncharacteristic concentration, but a word floated forwards from the largely blank pace that made up her mind, 'Alice'. It held some sort of meaning to it, more meaning that any other words she had heard so far. After a few more moments it occurred to Alice that she had never heard that word aloud, meaning it must have been something she knew from before. The only weird thing being the absent of anything before, Alice had only just come into existence, but she didn't dwell on that point for too long.
Her face cleared and Alice's vision came back up to meet the cat. A smile formed once again as she worked out how to put across her new found name to the small being. In the end though, Alice just settled to shout it.
"Alice!" She called out and grinned cheerfully at the sound of her own bubbly voice, it sounded important and meaningful, Alice was sure her name was something to hold dear.
"Alice, Alice, Alice~!" She repeated the word over and over while floating around a little.
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2012 3:39 pm
The cat watched her curiously, eyes following the flowing sash and idly batting at whatever floaty piece drifted near. He tilted his head as she tumbled and copied his movements then smiled at her shouted name.
"Curiouser and curiouser," the tabby purred watching her repeat the name then gathered himself up and jumped from the banister to bounce down each rung of the ladder till the long jump at the end, landing with a pounce on the alley floor. He stretched out of the pounce and sat placidly on his haunches to stare up at the girl floating above. Then the cat spoke in her head - words she could somehow understood though having never heard them.
"Down the rabbit's hole you fell? With Alice for a name to yell. Curious curiosity to be. A new thing for the world to see. New to this and that to you. Words to learn and things to do. But first. A cat. William Robert de'Felis my name to tell. Though Bill will do," the cat gave a slight bow at the introduction.
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