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 Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2008 8:42 pm
The time Malas spent at the Unit was certainly interesting, and more importantly warm. She had somehow managed to let Irlan know (though it may very well have been through her Knot-self's prodding) that she couldn't take the cold for much longer. Grudgingly, the Silarian man fished out several bills of money and handed them over to Malas.
"Buy one of them heater blanket things. I don't care how much they cost and I don't know, but this is all I'm giving you."
Malas looked at the small roll of money whose value bordered on a thousand. The bright-skinned girl was more familiar with Gaian money and knew this would do just fine, she might even have enough money left over to buy some nice books. Maybe a cook book or a candy making one? Yeah, that way she wouldn't have to keep going out to get her sugar-fix. Donning her thick clothing, Malas had braved the cold (albeit she took that to the extreme) and found the warm sanctuary that is the Mall. Now, where to?
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2008 1:52 pm
Shiori had left Kisala safely with the monks at the Temple (if anyone could control the rambunctious little girl, they could) and had brought her newest rambunctious little girl to the mall. She had intended to find baby things once again-- having just gotten rid of all Kisala's recently after the girl had a huge growth spurt.
Ajiiel was clearly as difficult as Kisala had been, if not more so. Shiori was starting to wonder what she had done to the gods to deserve such a fate-- she hadn't even -asked- for this one, it'd just landed somewhere in the gardens. And the worst part was that she'd had to fix up the gardens afterwards to atone for it.
The little thing squirmed in her arms anxiously, her eyes darting here and there as they passed by shiny objects that should have been in closer proximity to her.
"BAH!" she squealed as they passed a stand of shiny crystals and Shiori held onto her anxiously, worried the little one would get loose and fall to the ground.
"Calm down, little one..." she knew the desperate plea was useless, however, and finally Ajiiel reached out and grabbed the shirt of the nearest passerby, attempting to use the other person's momentum to fling herself from Shiori's arms.
"Ajiiel!" Shiori stumbled and nearly fell, "Stop that!"
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2008 4:47 pm
Malas felt something grab at her shirt, small fingers tightly winding around the fabric of her clothing. The bright-skinned girl was tugged towards the direction of the grip as she wordlessly stumbled, wide-eyed in suprise and mild alarm. When she saw whom the digits belonged to, she blinked in curiosity at the infant before facing Shiori whom Malas assumed was the parent.
Ajiiel? The woman had called the little one that before instructing her to cease. "It's alright." Malas quietly stated, moving in closer towards the woman to give her the balance she'd need to pry the infant's fingers loose from her garment.
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2008 4:57 pm
Shiori shook her head, tapping the girls' fingers in hopes that Ajiiel would get the point and release the other girl's shirt,
"No, she should learn."
The girl peered at the other girl interestedly, "Bah?" she asked, though neither she nor her adoptive mother had any idea what that meant.
"Ajiiel is quite mischievous."
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2008 5:15 pm
"Learn what?" the not-quite-a-teenager but not-quite-a-child Malas asked, tucking strands of her bright emerald hair behind her pointed ears. As far as she was concerned, Ajiiel simply needed a counter balance of sorts. "Ajiiel? That is her name?" she continued, staring curiously at the infant. She felt there was something different about Ajiiel, something that was similar? But no, the chances of meeting another exiled criminal outside of the Unit was slim to nil.
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2008 7:12 pm
The woman nodded,
"Yes, her name is Ajiiel..." the girl cooed appreciatively at the mention of her name, and then tugged some more on the older girl's shirt, because she could.
"And she needs to learn that she cannot always have what she wants."
The girl didn't like the sound of that, and pouted in an exquisitely cute fashion that had no effect on the highly trained monk at all.
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2008 8:26 pm
Ah, so that was the lesson the woman was talking about. Malas was a bit surprised, because as far as she was concerned, she rarely got what she wanted. It was a lesson that no one needed to teach her here in Gaia as she had already learned it back home when she was her Knot-self. But surely there were some things she could get when she wanted them, Malas thought Ajiiel just needed to know which was which.
"What does she want, then?" Malas asked, moving in closer in response to the infant's tugging.
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2008 10:49 am
"She wants to be down from my arms," the woman said softly, "Unfortunately, she is too small to walk, and the floor is dirty and she would probably be stepped on. People do not tend to watch where they are going."
A man walked past her going the other direction, jostling her as he did so, as if to prove her point. Ajiiel made a face at Shiori, as though it was the woman's fault that she was too small to walk about on her own. Besides, she wanted the shiny crystal things!
"BAH!" she demanded, letting go of the other girl's shirt and flailing in the direction of the crystals.
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2008 7:24 pm
The more Malas looked at Ajiiel the more she felt as if there was something familiar about her. Now, Malas did not lack social graces but her curiosity and desire for confirmation (perhaps even affirmation) may be the result of her Knot-self nudging her on. "Is she your biological daughter?" she had to specify that, the other aliens she met referred to their guardians as their parents after all. Except her, perhaps since Irlan had never once wanted or entertained the notion of her calling him dad or any paternal title.
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2008 5:22 pm
There was certainly enough physical difference between the two to merit the question-- Ajiiel's skin was dark with light scales running along it. Shiori, on the other hand, had a very Chinese look to her. She shook her head,
"No. She just...landed in my backyard." she was certain that wouldn't sound too odd. Not here on Gaia where she'd had a child grow out of a cabbage.
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2008 6:53 pm
Malas canted her head, pointed ears twitching ever so slightly in delight that she had managed to recognize someone who shared her situation. "She is like me, then." Malas didn't think to expound on her words, if Shiori wanted to know more, the bright-skinned criminal would let the woman ask.
She leaned forward to look at Ajiiel a little more closely. There was really nothing to indicate she was a criminal alien who had been banished to Gaia, no distinct markings or tattoo'd serial number. Perhaps the pods themselves left a sort of intangible residue upon each criminal, hence their drastic changes upon arriving. Malas knew she had a hard time accepting that she had to walk on two legs as opposed to the tendrils her Knot-self once strode with.
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2008 3:04 pm
Ajiiel decided not to bite this girl, knowing that this would only get her into more trouble. Besides, the girl seemed somehow sympathetic to her plight, and perhaps she would set her free.
"Like you?"she asked curiously, "Did you come to Gaia in a similar fashion, then?" She herself had not come in nearly the same way.
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2008 11:15 pm
Malas nodded in response, "I was exiled from my home planet." she couldn't think of a reason not to tell the woman. It wasn't as if she could do anything about the situation. And she supposed it would be hypocritical of her to not want to have anything to do with 'Las if she were willing to care for Ajiiel who was, under Malas' assumption, also a criminal like her.
Her Knot-self had begun to grow curious about the other criminals' crimes. Ever since Jera, Knot wanted to learn more and more about the others. What had they done to merit such punishment and whether it fit the crime. This prompted a slight desire in Malas to ask Ajiiel herself why she had been sent to Gaia. But she knew the child was in no condition to respond without her guardian's help.
"It has been a while since I've arrived." She added, still curiously gazing at the criminal in a younger body.
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2008 5:10 pm
Shiori pursed her lips thoughtfully,
"Ajiiel has not been here very long. I only found her last night. That is why I am here. I was going to get some things for her-- I have only just sold all the things that belonged to my older child."
She wasn't sure if she was making sense, but Ajiiel was trying to get out of her arms even more determinedly than before, and she was feeling a little distracted,
"I am sorry you were exiled. I am from another world as well, though I was not exiled. I found a gate here while I was lost in the Darkness."
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Posted: Sun Mar 09, 2008 6:45 pm
Malas shrugged, whether someone who had nothing to do with the incident was sorry or not didn't really matter to her. "Things just happen I suppose." She had already herself resigned to her fate, at least there were things and people here that made her existence tolerable.
"My old things are kept in storage, if you don't mind them being a bit dusty I might be able to convince my guardian to sell them to you at whatever price you find affordable." She suggested. Whether or not Shiori would take her up on that offer Malas didn't really care. "And if you have any money left over, you can use that to get Ajiiel something she wants?" She eyed the diminutive criminal in an almost friendly manner. Well, as friendly as a nearly-blank stare could be.
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