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 Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2009 7:08 am
Drumming her fingers together in pure anxiousness, Del had the urge to get what she wanted done all day. She wandered amongst the area until she found the garden. The flowers of the serene area reminded her of the Mongolian grasslands, or practically, her home. Taking a seat between a bushel of flowers she did not know the name of, she turned her head right to left. How grand, there seemed to be no one around. But again, her fingers drummed together, producing lightly pitched claps only an eighth as loud as a full applause. Using the drummed clashes of fingertips to fingertips as a metronome, Del shut her eyes. A low rumble, almost like a growl, erupted from her throat. The growl twisted however, into a buzz. To relate the sound to something, it would be best to compare to that of a radio signal from another world or dimension. Del paused however to catch her breathe. She had wanted to throat sing all day. It had been so long since she was able to sit down and just sing to herself. She sighed and shut her eyes again, fixed her posture, and resumed her singing. The low rumble began once more before evolving into the static-like sound heard before. Del felt the relaxation that came with her singing. She became more aware at she would feel the light tangent of cold mist about the air, the slight sweet fragrance emitted from the flowers, the footsteps of someone. Wait? The footsteps of someone? Del quickly dashed away as she believed she heard someone coming. Blinking drastically, she turned and bulleted towards another bush of flowers she did not know the name of. Maybe they didn't know she was there. But with the amount of commotion she was producing, it was quite obvious she was.
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2009 7:15 am
Archer was not actually a curious person.
Of course, he wondered things, as everyone did, but if he heard strange thumping noises in the basement in the middle of the night, he would long to pull the blankets over his head and deal with it later. It would thrill him to be able to do such a thing.
But the Gentleman's code was very specific about hunting down evil in all its many forms, and Archer knew that the British were a naturally curious people. Why else would they have invented Sherlock Holmes? So he had wandered into the gardens, presumably to have a nice walk, but secretly to make sure the strange, but not unpleasant, noise he had heard was not the sound of pure, condensed evil, or Janus, or someone having a seizure. The noise stopped soon after he walked in, however.
Archer filed this under 'Highly Suspicious'.
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2009 7:33 am
Del blinked as she saw the figure of a...man? The honest truth about Del is that she only saw one man in her life and that was her father. Del's father was a bulky man of muscle and everything else that made him a...man. This one seemed different. Vaguely different. Shifting herself over slightly to not be seen by the seeker, but have a better change of seeing said seeker, Del stifled a laugh. The other reminded her of a ronmoh or noodle.
Still trying her best to hold in her giggle, Del gazed her eyes over the area. There had to be a way to escape without being seen. Her first objective was to escape from the same entrance the male had entered in. But that was out of the question now as the male might turn to exit as she is exiting. Another idea was to pop out and scare the living rohmohs out of him. But that would only cause her to get caught.
Del tried her best to concentrate upon the figure set in front of her and the urge not to burst out scaring the male or burst out laughing. She was quite in an ordeal and there seemed to be no way out of it unless she introduced herself. From the sheer looks of it, that didn't seem like it was going to happen.
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2009 7:50 am
Archer heard a rustling. However he didn't know exactly where. Looking around the garden, he could not see anything out of the ordinary either.
It was time to bring out Plan C. Often when one is seeking an elusive figure, the best thing one can do is try to take it by surprise. Archer had one surprise plan that would be appropriate in this situation, but he loathed doing it. It was so... So ungentlemanly. He opened his mouth and raised a foot in the air and then paused. He would hold off. Plan C was too humiliating, too ridiculous, too... Un-British.
Instead he opted for a different tactic. He strolled over to a bench and pretended to fall asleep. To add credibility to his performance, he looked around and said "My, what a nice bench to sleep on." in a loud voice. Then he began to fake snore.
Archer was not good at deception either. It was technically lying and highly unchivalrous.
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2009 7:59 am
Being the dense type of female Del was, she perked her head up from the bushes and searched her head about. She obviously heard the male speak, but...where was he? She had lost track of him, unfortunatly. She did hear him speak about a bench, whatever contraption that was. He also spoke about how he was going to rest on it. So was it his bed?
Del sat there for a moment thinking it over and she came to believe he had probably returned to his own chamber to retire. The Mongolian crept herself up lightly and tiptoed to the entrance-exit. Del pulled an arm-thrust to the air move, something she had seen done before. Well, at least she believed she was getting out of this all in one piece.
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2009 8:10 am
Archer got up from the bench as she began to creep out, pleased that for once his acting had worked. It was about time. The person was not what he had expected, rather a young lady who was for some reason putting her hand in the air. She seemed quite happy, and it was a shame to interrupt her, but Archer had to find out what the noise was. "Good afternoon, Miss." he addressed her from the bench. "I'm here to investigate a rather unusual noise. Do you know anything of it?" He was nearly sure she did, she was behaving most suspiciously. "I am dreadfully sorry to inconvenience you, of course, but I'm afraid I feel rather compelled to investigate." He stayed on the bench to emphasize the fact he wasn't going to harm her. He knew some of the LOTUS members were quite withdrawn, after all. He was quite withdrawn, if it came to that.
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2009 8:50 am
Del immediately hesitated when she went to take her next step. It appeared as though she was caught. So much for a game of hide and seek. There was politeness within the male's voice, which pleased Del. But she was still utterly embarrassed for the fact that she was caught in one of her 'moments'. Turning around, Del was also pleased to note the distance kept as the male stayed on the bench. Searching for words to say, Del spat out, "Rohmoh!" in a thick Mongolian accent.
Del stifled a giggle as she turned her face to the side. There was really a joke within her sudden statement as there was no way to relate the static-sounding throat tune to a narrow strip of unleavened egg dough. Turning the side of her face back, Del presented her hands to the front of her abdomen and sat it there. She nodded her head and bent her waist slightly, offering a solid greeting. "Noise..is um...throat sing." Del explained. "I show you it, yes yes?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2009 12:33 pm
Archer didn't quite know what to say at 'Rohmoh'. He didn't even know what a 'rohmoh' was. "I... I see." he said gravely. He wondered if she couldn't speak English. Maybe that was why she was being so skittish?
Ah.
No, that wasn't it at all. He looked surprised. The noise was singing? He had never heard such singing before. Wondering how one made such a noise, he nodded. "It would be a pleasure to hear it if you would be so inclined to sing it, dear lady." he said warmly. Thank heavens it hadn't been evil. Archer wasn't feeling ready to deal with evil today.
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2009 1:29 am
Del nodded her head and fixated herself, forcing her spine into a proper posture. She bowed her head and the rumble began again, once again transforming into the electrifying sound as almost as if technology was going haywire. She stopped after a couple of seconds, rubbing the bare bottom of her throat before reaching her torso. "I...I sorry." she apologized as she cleared her throat. "Doesn't seem I sing much more today. Would you like some food, yes yes?" she offered briefly as she removed her hand from her throat.
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2009 9:07 pm
Archer nodded. "It's quite all right." he assured the young lady. "It was rude of me to impose upon you..." He blinked. he hadn't even introduced himself!
"Goodness me, I've been ruder than I thought!" he exclaimed. "I am terribly sorry, I haven't even told you my name. I am Archer Wells, and I hail from England." He gave the girl a warm smile. "And yourself?"
At her offer of food, he shook his head. "I'm afraid I couldn't. I've just come from an early lunch." He wondered what kind of food she had. Archer was interested in foods from different ultures, but only so far as learning about them. In his own tastes he was British to the core. Give a man a scone and a cup of tea and he could be happy all day, that was Archer's belief.
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2009 10:39 pm
Del nodded her head, keeping her hands above her waistline. It was too much of a common stance for her. Taught to her by her mother, like so many other things. "Name is Delgerdzaya. Quite mouthful, eh?" she questioned with a smile. Tilting her head, she stared at the male. "Why...you choose to sleep on bench?" she asked, referring back to the statement he said to draw her out. "Look quite uncomfortable."
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 6:50 am
Archer nodded. "A pleasure to meet you, Miss Delgerdzaya." He was sure he hadn't pronounced it right. "It's not a mouthful at all," he insisted. "It's a charming, melodious name.
Archer looked embarrassed. "Ah. Well, I was pretending to sleep on the bench to try to find out who was hiding in the Gardens." He gave an uncomfortable chuckle. He hated deceiving people, it was just like lying. He was incredibly bad at it and felt guilty all day about it. "But I'm glad I did a good job this time." he admitted. "Usually people don't believe I'm actually asleep. I don't know why, I think my performance was quite lifelike." He looked as if his pride was a bit wounded. Even if it made him uncomfortable, Archer would rather be good at it and refuse to do it than just bad.
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 7:08 am
Del nodded her head and followed by with a positively low chuckle. "Very lifelike indeed!" she said, nodding her head. "Archer is actor, yes yes?" Del questioned, being quite serious with the question. She laughed a little more as she remembered the word rohmoh. It was not really a funny thought, but for some reason it brought a smile to Del's face.
Turning her head the other way, she poked at the bush of flowers she had hidden behind. "These flowers not in grasslands..." she said as she turned her body slightly. "What kind flowers are these?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 7:19 am
Archer looked vaguely proud. "Alas, I am not an actor." he told her gravely. "Like Sherlock Holmes resisted the stage and put his thespian talents to crimefighting, I too use my skills solely to aid LOTUS." As for his life before LOTUS, he couldn't remember. He hoped he had done something grand, but rather suspected he hadn't. After all, there was only so much grandness to go around. Why would Archer Wells deserve it any more than more talented sorts?
"I am afraid I know very little about all things botanical." Archer informed Miss Delgerdzaya regretfully. If she had asked him about England, he could have answered. If she had asked him how to fence, he could have answered. Plants were a different matter, a mysterious other world to him. The most he know about them was that the red and white roses represented branches of English nobility. "We could look it up or find someone to ask if you would like to know." He offered. "I would be delighted to assist you."
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 7:42 am
Del's ears danced about as she heard him speak. Half the words he spoke she did not know, as she was still foreign to the language of English. She knew common sayings such as "Thank you" and the works, but was still a little rusty. She wanted dearly to ask what half the words he said meant, but rather, she took up his offer.
"Who know about plants?" she asked, smiling again. "Is it the Sherlork Holmes person?" she added, pronouncing "Holmes" with a sour tongue.
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