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 Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2007 6:34 pm
Right. Right. Up. Doge. EAT.
....Gulp.
Sethur was not paying attention to much. What he was paying attention to was the laptop. What was on the laptop? Well, to those who didn't really know him well would suggest a website about something pointy and potentially dangerous. Those who did (that is to say, not well at all) would venture a guess at something similar, but with a higher potential for explosions.
Rithe would say the Fishy Game with absolute confidence.
Rithe would be correct.
Another fun filled day of doing...nothing. Except destroying the ecosystem. With a sigh, he reached over to the seat next to him and picked up a pad of paper, scratching another tally onto the ever-growing list.
He was about to set it back down and start another game, when something crinkled under the paper pad. With a slightly raised eyebrow, he pulled out a slightly smooshed envelope, frowning slightly in confusion as he saw his name on the front. That definitely wasn't there before. Frown deepening slightly, he opened the envelope and pulled out a slip of paper.
Well. Intervalic Underpass Junction? ....What? flipping the ticket over, he noticed a small handwritten note along the bottom. "Dance the time back." The ticket was flipped over again. After further scrutinizing, he had come to the following conclusions:
1) That he was supposed to go somewhere at a certain time that was rather close. 2) They wanted him to dance. 3) This is either a very strange prank by his coworkers or ...
....well, he couldn't really think of another idea.
But curiosity was getting the better of him. With a sigh, he glanced at the time on the ticket, and then at the clock.
Well, at least he had a way to pass the time. And with that, he pocketed the ticket, and started another round of the Fishy Game.
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2007 6:46 pm
Sethur stared down at the ticket in his hand, and then shifted his gaze towards the building he was standing in front of. With a sigh, he checked (again) to make sure this was the right place before hesitantly walking p to the door.
Really, he usually didn't pay much attention to anonymous notes and the like, but the ticket was....interesting, and has snagged his curiosity.
He was pretty sure there were a few bets on what it was back at work, but he wasn't supposed to know about those.
With one last glance at the slip of paper, he shoved in into his pocket and knocked on the door before he could change his mind.
The door held to Sethur's rapping hand and, for a moment, it seemed like no one would answer.
Then there was the quiet, almost inaudible sounds of something (paws, perhaps? Or maybe rough shoes?) scraping over wood and the distinct sound of a lock snapping out of place was heard.
The sound came back then, as the door slid open, but there was no one to be seen on the other side waiting to see who had knocked. Instead there was just a momentary flash of green as something skid down the hall and around the corner at high speed, squeeing out something high pitched and indistinguishable as it skid out of sight before it could be truly spotted. Then finally, the low current of voices somewhere in the building became audible.
"I don't ******** care!" A voice bellowed from below. There were obvious signs of an argument occurring. There was a pause, an intake of breath, and it continued. "Peregrin, you have to do this." Said voice growled out.
Sethur paused for a moment as the door swung open, an eyebrow raising at the sound of the argument. Was it a bad time? Well, the ticket did have a time that was coming up very soon on it.
....Damn curiosity. "Hello?" he called out, poking his head in the doorway.
"Have to do this? Have to? I can't believe you, you stupid p***k! You drag us into this situation and then demand our help when you were the one that-!!" a voice, appararently the other party in the argument roared back, only to be restrainted.
"Peregrin," a third party, soft and sweet-lit in comparison to the others, "Jonathan, stop screaming for a moment, alright? We have a guest in the upper house. Hello?" the voice called, a little louder, obviously adressing Sethur, "hello! We're down here!"
"Quite frankly I couldn't give a right ******** about who is here and who is above or below! Peregrin you have to do this, more is at stake than your idiotic association or whatever the hell this system is. We need these-" Johnathan cut himself off in order to seethe properly.
"I won't take this lying down. I need these and I will take them without your consent. but trust me when I say that the consequences will be far greater than you could ever imagine." Another pause.
"Oh come down you stupid twit!" another bellow only this time directed upwards to the guest.
Seth scowled slightly as the last comment reached his ears.Stupid twit, indeed. With a slight 'hmph' he entered the building, following the sounds of the argument down a flight of stairs.
"With or without our consent?" the femme's voice replied, suddenly cold, "don't forget whose car you came here on, Johnathan."
A door slid open and clicked shut.
"And I don't give two flying shits if you take this lying down, standing up or trisected and bleeding on the floor. Its not like these are dolls whose stuffing you want to take out Johnathan, it's not like they'll grow back or we can put in a nice little replacement," Peregrin's voice was rising swiftly, but apruptly it cooled, "how about you introduce one of the 'little knick-knacks' you want to sell off to save your hide, hm? They're all basically the same at this point, after all. She's the third compartment."
A slide and a click. By the time Sethur made it down the stairs the only person he would see in the junction was Johnathan.
"You know that under this contract I cannot lay a finger on any of your ******** 'knick-nacks', Peregrin." Johnathan roared back. Yet Pere had already left. "And quite frankly this hasn't been the greatest reunion for me either."
Johnathan adjusted his eye-patch before turning towards Sethur. "Why hello there, lovely evening? or is it morning? I really couldn't give a ********." The voice was certainly calmer than before but the ice beneath those words had shown that Johnathan was no where near calm, cool and collected.
"...Evening." Sethur replied after a moment, crossing his arms and glancing around the 'room'. Well, who knew there was a...train station. Here, of all places.
With quite a few argue-y people, apparently. This was just getting stranger and stranger.
"I could really care less. Yet I'm left with this task since my brother ran off like a beaten bride on her wedding's eve. Third compartment, go if you wish." Johnathan muttered, his one eye shifting around the room, eyebrows furrowed in obvious disgruntled manner.
"So I've heard." Seth mumbled as he stepped on the train. Because further conversing with the underground pirate-conductor seemed like it would lead to severe irritation.
Compartment one...two....three. He glanced around the compartment, wondering....
As Sethur reached compartment number three the sounds of bells rang breaking the uneasy silence. Sethur would be able to find a passenger seated within row six, window seat, even with the lack of seat directions. For as the man passed the seats next to him a flash of color and a sharply rung bell rang before there was silence.
The girl sat on the red seats, large eyes looking into Sethur's face, a simple orange sari clad her tiny body and ebony locks were plated behind her, braided hair swung lightly as she turned her head. She gave a small hopeful smile at the new comer as he traveled closer.
Sethur stared down at the young girl.
She stared back.
Clearly, this was getting nowhere, so the girl held out a hand questioningly.
With a sigh, Seth sat down on the seat next to her. And thus, having found someone, the girl latched onto his shirt when it came within arms reach.
After a few moments of shocked silence (punctuated slightly by the jingling of the bells), and after finding that she wouldn't let go, Seth sighed. "You wouldn't have a name, would you?" he asked in a slightly moody tone.
"Niyati," she said quietly, with a smile. "Namastē," she added, briefly releasing her grip on Seth's shirt to place her palms together and bowing her head in greeting.
Deathgripdeathgripdeathgrip.
"...C'mon," Seth mumbled, shifting her into a more comfortable position to avoid any unnecessary elbows in the ribs. "Let's go."
Yay! They were going! Somewhere! How fun. With another small smile, she looked around curiously as she was carried through the other compartments, and finally off of the Naviat.
Johnathan stood, leaning against the ticket booth with a rather disgruntled look to him. The girl in Sethur's arms was a hard thing to see. He let out an annoyed snort before turning and walking into the ticket booth once more, leaving the guardian and passenger be.
Niyati, once again pressed her hands together and inclined her head at Johnathan, and was slightly put-out when he left. She didn't do anything wrong, did she? With a sigh, she leaned back and watched as the surroundings passed by, and wondered what was going to happen next?
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2007 8:31 pm
Sethur was, to say the least, rather confused. Sure he had heard about the rather high rate of receiving children in odd ways in Gaia, but....grumpy one-eyed pantless people usually weren't the ones responsible. And really, one would think that they (whoever they were) would choose someone more...suited to being a parent. With a sigh, which prompted the small girl in his arms to cling tighter (if it was possible) to him,he thought gloomily to the large amount of rearranging that would have to be done.
Joy. And thus followed an uneventful walk home.
The destination, however, would have prompted some laughter had it been occuring to someone else.
"So, a train," a dubious voice asked from the kitchen, over the sounds of someone rummaging through the token junk drawer.
"Yes." was Seth's only reply as he pried the child off of him and sat her down on the couch. She, being in the quiet daze that she had been in since she left the train, looked around with wide eyes as her hands tried to find something to cling to.
"With a pirate," the voice stated, making a triumphant sound as he found apparently what he was looking for. Shortly after, a blond head peered out from around the corner, raising an eyebrow increduously. "A grumpy, pantless pirate."
"Well, I'm sure he wasn't a pirate..."
"But he was in a basement. Pantless. That's just...strange." Rithe (the source of the voice from earlier) said before dissapearing back into the kitchen, before reappearing shortly with a cup in one hand (complete with top and straw) and a small stack of crackers in the other. He offered both to Niyati before flopping down on the couch next to her.
Niyati hesitantly took the proffered objects, edging closer to Seth as the strange-new person sat down. Well, he didn't seem scary or bad. And he wasn't snarly-grmpy like the man at the station....Her stomach rumbled quietly, shaking her from her musings. Right! Crackers! She began to nibble on one as she looked from Rithe to Sethur and back again. Well, she understood some of what they were saying. That was good.
"Well.." Rithe said with a sigh as he stratched his nose, "where is she going to sleep?" His question was answered with a grin as Seth stood up and made his way down the hall. "I'll move the stuff out of the extra room," he called over his shoulder, amusement tinting his voice.
Niyati watched her guardian's movement as she sippedat the concents of the cup (orange juice). Where was he going? What was going to happen? ..Who's sitting next to her? As this question arose in her mind, she turned towards the other occupants of the couch, staring at him expectantly. "Kaun?"
Rithe, who had been staring off into space, blinked and looked down at the girl. Well, he certainly didn't know what she was speaking, but she made her message clear enough. "I'm Rithe," he answered with a smile.
"Rithe." Niyati repeated with a smile."Niyati," she added, pointing at herself. "Paṭākhā?" And with that, the longest stream of words said to date, she held out one of the crackers with a large grin.
It seems like things were turning out well!
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2007 4:49 pm
Books, books, books.
Sethur begins to learn a new language, Niyati meets a new person (friend?) and both might possibly learn to be more sociable xD
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2007 1:17 pm
Niyati peered out from under the blanket, jumping slightly at the strange sounds, not very loud, but they sent her heart racing nonetheless. She knew, abstractly, that there was nothing to worry about, but knowing that during the day and in the company of others was a whole different thing than trying to believe it alone in the middle of the night.
Images flashed in front of her eyes as she squeezed them shut, hoping for the release of sleep. No, no, no, no. Her eyes snapped open as the branch of a tree scraped across the window, the half-formed images of the darker part of the Hindu mythology slowly dissipating as she crawled out from underneath her blankets and carefully made her way down the hall and into another room.
Despite the small amount of light present, she could still manage to pick her way through the many piles of stuff that was present. And after finishing that task, and with the aid of a small stack of books and a small amount of jumping, she crawled up onto the bed and burrowed through the blankets until an incomprehensible sleepy murmur reached her ears, and someone untangled her from the blankets before murmuring something else (probably something to the extent of 'good night', but who can say?).
With a small smile, Niyati curled up and closed her eyes, and fell asleep quickly without sign of the imagination-spawned deities and demons that had previously came with sleep.
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2007 2:56 pm
A small hand clutched a pencil tightly, staring down at the blank pages of a journal she had unearthed in the closet in her room. There was so much to write about, but she couldn't find a place to start (plus, her vocabulary wasn't quite up to par yet).
After a few more moments of staring and shifting, she put pencil to paper and began to write.
I....am confused. The words that appeared on the page were a pidgin of English and Hindi, one language filling in the blanks for the other when it lacked. These people and their ways are strange. I do not have anything to compare it against, but it just seems off. It is anger/mad (?) not to be understood. I am learning. Father (? Is he?) is learning too. I teach him, he teachhs me. Fair, right?
I am learning. My name is Niyati. How are you doing? Where/What is ___? There is a _____. What is your name? I can have a small conversation, but I still must carry around the word-book. Well I will learn!
This place is strange. My...parents?..parents, I guess, are as well, but they are kind and took me in, which I am grateful for.
Maybe I will become more used to here...?
The journal was quickly shut as Niyati heard her name being called and ran out of her room, bare feet making little noise as her feet slapped against the floor.
Several hours later, as they sky was beginning to darken, she came back and added a single line at the bottom of the page with a smile.
I like it here.
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Posted: Sun Sep 02, 2007 2:26 pm
The three sat in the living room. Well, two of them did. The third was slumped over on the couch, the book he had been reading assuming a similar posture on the space next to him.
Two sets of eyes stared at each other, one red, the other dark brown. Well. What now? Plots were formulated, plans were planned, ideas were scrapped, and they both ended up where they started. Right. Uhm...The older of the two jerked his head towards the door and the youngest slid off the couch (quietly! Don't want to wake him up!) and the duo left, leaving the third to his rest.
Once they reached the street, the facade of silence was dropped. They both raced on the sidewalks (only a few people were out, surprisingly), the younger eventually ending up being carried on the elder's back. And lo! Their destination! An island of neon and fluorescent light among the gathering dark of the night. Along with one other important aspect....
Ice cream. Yes, that sinfully delicious iced treat that so many craved. And now, it would be theirs. Minutes later, the two were in possession of said treat and were sitting at a table, happily chatting away in a strange mishmash of English and Hindi.
"Svādiṣṭa!" the young girl chirped happily, dangling feet swinging due to the lack of stable ground to rest them on. Tasty indeed.
They made their way back home, as energetic as they came, and entered as silently as they left.
Too bad, Niyati thought, that bāpa couldn't come. Well, there was always tomorrow!
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Posted: Fri Oct 01, 2010 9:32 pm
Life seemed to be returning to a routine. True, it was slightly changed with the new addition, but a routine nonetheless. People were getting used to each other, things were getting figured out, things were getting settled back in.
Her room, at first seeming like the extra "guest" room that turned into a storage room over the years had started and is well on it's way to becoming something more personalized. Brightly colored fabrics hung from the wall, softening the harsh white color they had been and giving the room a warm glow. Figures, tediously colored and cut out (though the skill level involved differed from one to the other, as if several people had been working on them together) were hung on the fabric in various scenes, scenes from mythology, of blue-skinned people with several arms, of elephants and monkeys, of mystery and magic.
Most of the books had been removed as well, replaced with a smaller collection of more kid-friendly books, allowing there to be more floor space. She had gotten used to the quiet demeanor of the man who had gotten her from the train, and the much louder presence of the younger man when he was around as well. Conversations had been going much better as her English improved, and life had evened out to a steady pace, with somewhat frequent bursts of energy whenever Rithe came around.
All in all, she was happy.
Though sometimes she kept hearing music where there wasn't any.
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