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 Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2010 6:45 am
Drolic Ghorat Drolic Ghorat found this planet immensely confusing. Most of the beings here were loud and frivolous, wasting their lives shouting and crying over the most pointless of situations and circumstances. What did that accomplish? True, he too might have wasted time mustering a great deal of anger over his job, but whining wouldn't make tracking down criminals any easier. It was frustrating enough that he had been forced to bring on another trio of hunters to assist him. Citopixe was a slippery target, but it was essential that she be subdued.
Arvin had landed their ship on a slender strip of sand near the water several nights ago during a cold snap. The area had been devoid of people at the time, not counting a smattering of curious onlookers, and Drolic liked it that way. Now that the weather was back to its seasonal heat - and it was actually daytime - the beach teemed with Gaians. Most of them gave the vessel a wide berth, but a few came close, some even choosing to enter. Drolic preferred thinking they had been invited or were otherwise involved with the Interplanetary Council. Still, anyone who wandered in was on his turf and fair game for questioning.
As the first of their guests ambled onto the ship, Drolic made his way upstairs to watch the start of the proceedings on a closed-circuit system of security cameras. The three that remained downstairs were more personable, even Arvin on occasion, and they would be better suited to put everyone at ease than a large green man might.
Limerick stood by the door, bouncing back and forth on the balls of his feet. He had been given the supposedly important job of photographing their guests, 'for identification purposes,' Drolic had said. Limerick didn't care what the reason was, he was excited that he got to greet everyone, even if he wouldn't be speaking to them. His hands moved quickly, signing Someone's coming! to Eaayta, who lounged in a cushioned chair across the room.
The woman nodded, tucking one of her many tentacled legs up under her long skirt. No reason to make anyone uncomfortable, at least not yet. The rest of Eaayta looked human enough, despite her skin tone. She replied, "Don't look so eager. They'll think you mean to eat them," in a silky monotone before reaching over to a nearby table to grab a snack. In addition to more hard-backed and lounging chairs, there were long tables full of snacks and beverages, a stereo (currently off, but ready to rock at any moment), a stack of board games, none made less than twenty years ago, and a pair of computers, their modernity almost comedic next to the geriatric selection of games. They were sleek and metallic with translucent 'screens' hovering above them in lieu of monitors and were set up in such a way that made it clear guests were free to touch. But how were they used?
If one looked closely, they would also see the glimmer of tiny eyes in dark corners and crevices, but not many would notice them.
Arvin was not actually on the ship. At the moment, the man was outside smoking. He glared at anyone who failed to look human enough, sometimes even going so far as to utter a 'meh' or a 'puh' as they passed. Luckily, he might have been mistaken for a beach bum. Huni Pi Malas was grateful for Summer as she absolutely loathed winter. Loathed it with a burning passion, almost as much as she loathed her past life before she came to Gaia for punishment. The years had been kind to the thin, lanky young woman. She'd found shelter, sanctuary, and a small semblance of peace that she never thought herself deserving of. None of it would have been possible without the council's intervention. And while she still resented that she was denied her first choice of execution (more of the principle of the thing rather than actually being forced to live), she felt some small amount of gratitude.
So when the invitation had come for a gathering of sorts, Malas reluctantly decided to take part, half-hoping she would run into familiar faces apart from those whom she saw in passing at the Unit. When she arrived at the beach, she immediately felt herself overdressed compared to the multitude of half-naked beach goers. Partly disgusted and partly embarrassed at the sight of so much exposed skin, she hurried towards the space craft, her flip-flops digging into the sand with each step, her quick pace slowing down when she caught the stern gaze of the man smoking outside the craft.
The emerald-haired teenager narrowed her ice-blue eyes at him, summoning the haughty air she donned whenever in the presence of the bipedal race on her home-planet. She sniffed in disdain, both at his open display of disapproval and the smell of cigarettes before proceeding to walk past him, head held high in as dignified a manner as she was capable. Until a bright flash distracted her enough to trip over her own feet.
Her cheeks flushed a deep magenta as she looked up at the heavily bandaged individual who apparently had taken her picture. Drolic Ghorat Limerick smiled, or at least the muscles around his eyes contracted like he was, and he quickly pinned the picture to a board behind him before it had a chance to develop. Several minutes later, it would darken into this: Smerdle Reghen bypassed the stairs leading from the ship's second floor. They had a green length of fabric stretched in front of them and the doors at their top were closed. Although they weren't locked, he didn't want to draw attention to that fact by barging through them. Instead, he shimmied out of a hatch around the back of the ship and descended to the beach via a series of handholds dug into the metal.
He approached the front door, ignoring Arvin's scowl, and reentered, raising a hand to get Limerick's attention before the camera's flash went off a second time. No need to take his picture. He was already hanging on the wall and getting a paycheck from Drolic just like everyone else on board. Except her. There was a purple-skinned girl nearby, one that he didn't recognize. Lowering his head, Reghen mumbled a hello then crossed the large room to take a seat near Eaayta. Huni Pi Malas had scrambled to her feet, embarrassed at her uncharacteristic clumsiness that only manifested when she was nervous beyond belief and had no valid excuse to remain immobile. She decided to rectify that by adopting a stance (one she had learned from books and scenes from television) she called the Wallflower. Her back was to the wall, and this made her feel a little less anxious as she resisted the urge to rub her eyes free of the spots from the camera's flash. The heat gradually left her cheeks, and her skin returned to their usual purple tint.
She gave a small nod, acknowledging the faint hello she received before she started to study her surroundings with a more critical eye. Jeanemon Hoss trailed an appreciate clawed hand against the ship as he climbed the stairs. Nice. It was so nice to see something that reminded him a bit of the life he'd left behind. Spaceships weren't all that prevalent on Gaia. That was a large reason he had even came to this shindig. When he entered the ship, he was distracted enough by looking around that he didn't notice the camera until it was going off. As it were, the camera would likely capture him Looking at something besides it, looking stragely calm. His hat was pushed back from his eyes, and he was focused on just looking at the make of this strange, wonderful ship.Of course, after the flash went off was when Hoss scowled at the bandaged man. "Dont'cha know that s**t steals souls?" He asked. Witchneko Umbra sullenly wandered into the ship, not even acknowledging Limerick as she darted past. Face was set in a 'oh my god this is so boring' expression: at least she was still in a good enough mood to do that. However, her caretaker walked slower, paying attention to the one with the bandaged face. Silver hair not straggling into Baelia's face for once, her antenna drooping, and eyes a dull red (like brown eyes; except red); she looked horribly depressed. Then again, she honestly was: having all that remained of your faerie wings be a few feathers from each shoulder pretty much kept you sad forever. She looked slightly more modern, wearing an ankle-length skirt and a t-shirt, but all she wore was gray. Drolic Ghorat Another photo is added to the board. Limerick seems unphased by the notion that the camera contraption would "steal souls", and gives an accompanying glance that expresses how much he does not care, moving steadily onto the next person. The Nozomi "Do you think this is safe, Flynn?" Ooze gripped her boys hand tightly as they went towards the ship. The invitation for the gathering appeared, somehow, right outside of their warehouse; Bug had tried to grab at it and run, they all argued over which would go with Ooze. In the end, as it always was and would be, Flynn escorted their little alien friend to the ship. "What if it's a trick?"
"Not everything has to be a trick," said Flynn, although his hand squeezed hers with considerably more force than needed. Ooze didn't say anything against it, slowly trailing behind him, shoulders hunched. He stood out against the snail, all bright red hair, shaggy about his rounded chubby face of a boy not yet fully grown into himself, stopping just at his jaw - the massive amounts of freckles scattered over his face, neck, and even under the bright-red t-shirt if one cared to look. Even his eyes were bright, a fierce blue under the flecks of bangs, and teeth white against the sun-tanned skin.
Ooze, on the other hand, was not a chubby fourteen year old boy with a tan but a young, erm. Snail. Gray-brown, fluffy dark hair, antenna. The whole thing. She clung to her bright protector as if the world were ending when they got aboard the ship, shrinking back even further when the man took their picture. Flynn went first, smile somewhat cocky (if not outright mocking) at the camera. Children services had one somewhere in their files just like it - but of a six year old, not a teenager. It took the gentle pressure of Flynn's hands for the shrinking snail to agree to a photo, black eyes wide and then squished shut when that flash went off.
"What do you use those for anyway?" The redhead asked cheerfully, eyes on the bandaged man. He slung an arm around Ooze, pulling the snail further inside. "Kiddie services can't touch us anymore."
"Shhh!" Ooze held a finger to her mouth, glowering to her guardian. Then - a purple boy. He was purple. The snail fluttered her hand cheerfully, wide mouth slowly smiling. "Look! He's purple. He's purple and has weird hair!"
"NOW who's being rude?" Drolic Ghorat Limerick shrugged in response, but Flynn and Ooze had already moved past him. He picked up the picture that had fallen out of the camera after he had taken the new ones and neatly tacked it to the wall next to the others.He had no idea why Drolic wanted pictures taken, only that it was fun and it was his job. Limerick liked jobs. Jeanemon Hoss's ears twitched at the rather loud description that came from behind himself. That could only be describing him. Hoss rolled his eyes and turned, clicking his fingers against one another. "Got weird claws, too." He said, looking at the... ... What the Hell, Gaia. What the hell. Hoss looked at the talking large snail person. Uh. Interesting. "And you're a snail." Brilliant, Hoss. Brilliant. But, in the young man's defense, he didn't see snails that spoke very often, even with Gaia and all of it's multitude of odd inhabitants. The Nozomi "I am a snail," Ooze said in that too-loud voice of hers. It hadn't gone away in this present life; on her home planet, talking loudly and bluntly was a sign of respect and ranking! It would be the same here. Or something. Until she wanted her dolls. "I'm Ooze. And you look like the men who wear skirts I see in parades sometimes." Flynn's hands automatically went to cover Ooze's wide mouth, wincing. "She means the Scottish guys, in the kilts. Not, like. Uh. ... The other parade." "There's another parade?" She blinked over to her guardian, eyes blinking over to him with some curiousity. "What other parade? Are you an alien?" Jeanemon Hoss looked back and forth between the other two, one shaggy brow raised. Wow. Uh... Just wow. He didn't feel particularly threatened or angry, and so was somewhat conversational. "I don't think I could play the bagpipes," He told Ooze, leaning over a bit to speak to... Her? Him? Her. "And I look awful in plaid." "Ain't nothin' wrong witha pride parade," The purple skinned boy said to Flynn mildly, looking up at him. Not that you could really tell when he looked up, with those huge eyebrows of his. "They look right dashin' in their leather an' chaps." He gave a little snort before he answered Ooze's question. "S'pose I am. Warn't born on this shithole planet, but I didn't usedta look so... Alien, guess the word is. So, you an Alien, or you some sorta sewer mutant?" Witchneko Umbra took a second to stare into the conversation, wearing one of her shirts of 'back off, i bite'. "Eh, nobody was really born on Gaia," she shrugged, "everybody comes from somewhere else. I don't even know where my..." she took a second to spit out the word, lacing it with venom, " caretaker comes from." Huni Pi Magda always loved social gatherings back on her homeworld. They were the best places to find young couples who weren't ready to deal with the consequences of "being unprepared but going through with it" as the saying went. Of course, back then, she was capable of enjoying the fruits of their labor, the pale-haired girl smirked at her wit, even if she was the only one who heard it.
"Guess there's no age limit to this thing," Magda grinned as she strolled past the smoking man who regarded her almost pleasantly and into the space craft. If she didn't fall apart, no one would have been able to tell she wasn't human. She tilted her head curiously up at the heavily bandaged man and let out an angry shriek at the camera's flash, a hand severing to fly blindly towards Limerick and miss his shoulder by several inches.
"Magda, language," her guardian chided. "I don't care if you were five thousand years old when they sent you here, but you're in the body of a child and children under my care do not use language like that." Quilt turned his bi-colored eyes towards Limerick, mouth half-open to apologize when the camera went off.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Magda stuck her tongue out, grumbling as she went off to retrieve her wayward appendage that was skittering somewhere on the floor. Drolic Ghorat Limerick neatly pins up the next photo as it develops, keeping them as organized as he can, considering the influx of people. Rabid Ice Weasel Hoss often left without telling anyone where he was going, or that he was going at all. On occasion, Opec liked to follow him. He was usually met with hostility, but how was that different from any other day? His pockets full of candy, he approached the ship his blue-skinned buddy had entered. Things looked a little questionable here, really. He peeped slightly when he saw the man by the entrance, ears up straight and mouth slightly open in surprise with his eyes wide as saucers. The lollipop in his mouth drooped slightly.
"HOSS."
Opec ran to the only person he knew could protect him, not that he would, and hid behind him.
Witchneko Umbra's mouth dropped open as she saw full-on bromance. "Guys," she breathed quietly, stressed. She wasn't quite a yaoi fan, but it was still cute sometimes; especially in RL. Jeanemon Hoss had likely been mid-snappy reply to the girl who'd walked up and started to talk to him (Something to the like of: Did I ask you for your life story, puss?) when his mood was only worsened by the arrival of his... Step brother? Foster Brother. ******** it; his property. "Are you following me again?" He asked, looking around at Opec. "Hell, ain't nothin' gonna hurt you here. And you know if it does, I'll hurt it back twice as bad." Nobody hurt Opec but Hoss. The Nozomi Flynn, caught off guard by the angry female jumping into the conversation, barely even saw the candy-bearing young thing that darted behind Gay-Scottish-Kid. He blinked, looked owlishly towards his charge, and finally shook his head. Ooze blinked back up towards him in a mirror movement, looking towards the girl once more. "Yes.. Guys. There's lots of them." Ooze flung her arms up into the air. One hand hit Flynn square in the chest. He coughed up a breath but the snail had already turned her attentions to the fluffy thing with the CANDY and the pretty pretty boy with the hair. "I dunno what a pride parade is but I can be a shield! Not as big as I was and - you don't look very alien, Purple-Skirt man. Who's this? She has candy!" While Ooze said 'she', her hand pointed straight towards Opec. Raised as Ooze was, any person that appeared somewhat androgenous received the mental gender or a female. She had been, after all! Enoh Love Tek just couldn't get away from those flyers. One had been delivered to his house and promptly shredded, and even after that he had seen at least three posters around town, advertising the same event. One such poster had the unfortunate honour of being drawn on, with a sharpy that suggested the date was a day after. Whatever prompted him to vandalize was still questionable, but it seemed the right thing to do at the time.
By the time he'd caught sight of the fourth poster, he'd had just about enough of it, and decided to make the trek down to the Isle to give the posters a piece of his mind. Granted, by the time he got there and saw the ship, that particular thought fled his mind; now all he could think of was how useful this ship could be, if they could take it over and return to their own homes. The criminal couldn't help but muse as he made his way closer and closer to the doors of the ship. His ears perked as the thought, and his tail waved with what could have been excitement. Home. Away from this stupid world, that stupid family, this ridiculous body...
A flash caught his attention, and his gaze dropped down to a bandaged figure, just in time to see it snap a shot of some white haired kid. What, their pictures were being taken too? "No!" Tek growled when he realized his turn was next, his ears flattening against his head; his nose was still in the process of healing, and the bruises resulting from the nasal fracture were still quite visible around his eyes, one hand stretching out to try and stop the photographer from actually getting the picture of his face, but failing.
"Goddamnit!" Tek hissed out, attempting to rub his eyes to be free of the little bulbs of light that danced within them...which naturally failed the moment he started. Growling to himself mostly and grumbling something under his breath, he just stormed inside the ship itself, waiting for his eyes to adjust. Huni Pi Magda shrieked in pain, thoroughly ignoring her guardian's earlier lecture about cussing. Someone had trod on her waylaid hand and it hurt like a b***h. She was gnashing her teeth as she pushed none too gently past a cat-like girl with some serious hair.
The limb in question had skittered away with what would appear to be a limp (if disembodied hands could limp) towards a kid with mismatched wings.
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Magda was slowly becoming more and more relaxed, perfectly content to just people watch until her curiosity about what the party had to offer in terms of refreshment got to her. There was food here, wasn't there? Rabid Ice Weasel Opec pouted at Hoss, as if he didn't quite trust is insinuations. There were so many people here, and they all looked somewhat funny. Were they all like him and Hoss, or was this some kind of horrible intergalactic incident? Either way, he stepped out from behind the other boy, half shrunk into himself.
When he saw a finger pointed at him, he initially shrank back and then perked. He grinned at the snail-child and offered a little wave before pulling a handful of mini candy bars out of his pocket. He never went anywhere without candy, and he didn't bother to correct the gender mistake. Honestly, he wasn't sure how this whole Gaian gender thing worked.
"Hi! I like your hair!" The candy was something of a peace offering, just in case. He'd really rather not get slimy.
Huni Pi The lanky teenager made her way from the wall towards the refreshments table, suddenly coming to a stop when she saw a snail. A very large snail amidst a group of children. Staring was rude, Malas knew this, but she couldn't help herself. She hadn't seen anyone quite like her? Him? ('Las didn't like considering anyone an It unless told otherwise.) before and was simply so fascinated she might as well have been burning holes with her eyes into the child's shell. Drolic Ghorat Limerick makes a sound that resembles a dry laugh, as the photo of an angry and unsuspecting visitor becomes visible. He makes a mental note to make a copy for himself later, as a memento. Drolic Ghorat And what's this? The mummy-alien bends over to pick up a picture he must have missed tacking to the wall. lithle They had agreed they didn't like it. While there had been, on more than one occasion, gatherings of the criminals sent to Gaia those gatherings had always been organized within the community itself. There was Archie, of course, and on occasion, Autsu and Kian had been in a situation to lend a hand. To receive invitations, and see them posted about, and to know that someone else was trying to gather them, well, it was troubling. Troubling enough that Autsu and Kian, neither of them what one would call 'party friendly' had decided to attend. They reached the ship together, but, having arrived the pair split up. It was Autsu, armed to the teeth as always, who actually walked into the ship first. Provided nothing overtly hostile happened, Kian would follow. He walked in carefully, a hand resting, not subtly, on the gun at his side. His expression, never overtly friendly, was dark, his eyes darted cautiously about the room. When he spotted the bandaged stranger with the camera, he tensed further, his hand sliding up from gun to knife, his wings pulling in close. The look he gave the man was certainly the look of one who intended to do damage. Only after the camera flashed, and he understood what had happened, did he slid the knife, which he'd begun to pull, fully back into it's sheath. Giving the bandaged being a curt nod, he leaned back out the door, and gestured sharply for his lover. "There will be a photograph." He warned, his words clipped. He was not happy to be here. He did not trust this thing. Witchneko Umbra leaned against the wall; attempting to stay as far away from anyone as she could. Antisocialism was her religion, and it was just the way she liked it. I swear, this entire room is full of bromance and gay guys, she rolled her eyes and thought. She attempted to ignore Malas and Magda, for they didn't count. Enoh Love Tek's ears twitched when he heard the shriek, looking around for it's creator. In the process of course, he noticed something small limp towards him...a hand? Could hands limp? Moreso, what the bloody hell was a hand doing all by itself? He'd seen a great deal of strange things in his life, but a disembodied hand moving on its own? Limping on its own? That was...new.
"The hell?" He grumbled, watching the thing try to limp past him, his ears perked in curiousity and his brow furrowed in confusion. He kind of...wanted to look at it. Figure out how the hell it worked. So, of course, Tek did the first thing that came to him.
He tried to stomp on the hand.
He wasn't about to go running after it to try and catch it; stomping on it seemed like the best way to ground it in order for him to pick it up. More fun that way, too. The Nozomi Kian had not wanted to go when those invitations appeared. They ended up going only because the wisdom of going, investigating a bit... Well, Autsu had seen the wisdom in it. Kian attempted to argue against it but in the end, the winged young man won. For once, Kian had just as many weapons as Autsu did. His eyes narrowed dangerously at the warning of the photograph and, grudgingly, Kian moved inside the ship.
When that flash went off, his hand went off, one red-clawed fist in front of the camera, only partially blocking his face. His middle finger stood proudly up, eyes glaring murder on an otherwise flat face. "Yes," he said, twisting on his heel to be at Autsu's side once more.
Yellow eyes flickered amongst the crowd. A few faces, he knew - one or two, not so much. The redheaded boy and snail were certainly new, and the bat... cat... moon thing, vaguely familiar. Maybe from a file? A disinterested gaze and - Las? Kian's lips nearly twitched but he instead nodded to her, however slightly. Little boy he'd shaken, another little cat creature thing. Kian looked back to Tsu, a questioning glance then thrown at the unknown children.
"Are they ones you know of?" Drolic Ghorat Limerick took a step back from Autsu's menacing glare, sighing with relief once the pair of young men entered the ship without incident. Huni Pi Another scream of pain followed this time by a string of obscenities in an alien tongue. Even though it wasn't the sharp jab of high heels, the sole of a foot was still just as painful for the already hurt hand. Gray eyes hastily scanned the room, trying to get a sense of where her hand was found it underfoot of a kid with mismatched wings.
"Hey! Kid who can't decide what kind of wing he wanted! Get your ******** foot off my hand before I shove my foot up your a**!" Magda snarled as she bolted towards him, her orange hair trailing after her.
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'Las had regained her manners in time to spy two familiar faces. Her pointed ears perked ever so slightly at the almost imperceptible nod from Kian, the corners of her lips tugging upwards about the same amount. Tiny the gestures were but those who knew Malas would recognize the happiness they conveyed.
She was less anxious now that her fellow Unit members were present. Even if she still kept her back ramrod straight. Enoh Love Tek's ears flickered when he heard the other cry of pain. Huh, so somewhere, something or someone actually felt him abuse their hand. Interesting. His attention turned to the orange haired girl was was screaming at him, and with a strange air of calm he looked between the obviously infuriated girl, and the poor hand trapped under his sneaker.
"Nah. How else are you going to learn to keep your damned hand to yourself?" Lame pun? Perhaps. Effective? He thought so. Despite the raging girl running towards him, he kept his foot stubbornly where it was, even going so far as to lean a little more of his weight on it. The last time a girl bolted at him like this, his nose ended up broken; and as scared as he was to be in that much pain again, he couldn't help but stand there. Huni Pi Magda visibly winced. At the added pressure or the lame pun, who knows. Her hand did what was its best equivalent to flailing beneath Tek's foot, fingers scrabbling for purchase but finding none.
"Don't say I didn't warn you," Magda glowered, suddenly kicking off her flip-flop-clad foot. Literally. The limb severed from her ankle and soared straight for Tek's face. "Not my fault if you come down with a case of foot-in-mouth disease!"
Who the hell declared a pun war? Enoh Love "What, gonna run crying to Ma----hoshit!" His taunting was cut off when he realized there was a true to life FOOT being launched in his direction. It was by extreme luck that he managed to duck down just far enough to let the foot go soaring over his head, between his black hair and his halo like some sort of goal touch down.
"W-T-F?! Crazy b***h!" He hissed out, taking the opportunity he had while kneeling to grab her hand out from under his foot, gripping it tightly to 'hold it hostage'. His hand now! Take that, Psycho mannequin! Huni Pi s**t. She missed. And that was two body parts she now had to collect. ********, wandering feet were harder to catch than wandering hands. She scowled at her limb-napper, her freckled face red with anger, eyes glaring daggers at him. She was still advancing towards him albeit much more slowly and with an uneven gait, as if the foot was still attached but very awkwardly.
"Be glad I didn't aim it for your a** like I originally intended," she glowered, "Now hand it over!" Smerdle Eaayta's attention was diverted from her quiet conversation with Reghen by the shrieks of children. She spared Magda and Tek a withering glance before rising to her feet and gesturing at the pair. "Take care of that," she muttered to the pale man as she exited the room, her hidden foot-tentacles making her gait more of a glide than a stride.
Reghen stood shortly after and approached Tek. "Yes, hand it over," he said, not realizing he was only exacerbating the puntastic nature of the fight. Reghen was bad with puns. "There will be no fighting." Enoh Love Tek didn't much care for the way those stupid a** puns kept coming back up. In fact, he was pretty sure they, like the orange headed mannequin, could go die now. He stared at the figure that came over to them. Great, now even this white-haired doofus was in on it, too. Tek clutched the captive hand a little tighter, scowling before shooting a glare and a pointing finger towards Magda.
"That b***h started it. I'll give it back once she apologizes." There was something snide to his voice; he wouldn't have acted this badly had she not, you know, goaded him into it. It was totally her fault, and she should apologize like the little rat he thought she was. Huni Pi Magda arched an orange brow, her own lips curling into a sneer at the kid holding her hand (and not in the good way), "Aplogize? For what? You're the one who stepped on my hand. You're the one who couldn't follow to my very clear instructions even though you're neither blind nor deaf. Maybe you're just dumb." The venom in her own voice was unmistakable.
The dismembered hand chose this moment to flip the bird at its captor. Witchneko Baelia, being the depressed faerie she was, sat on a bench as far away from anyone as she could- but not far enough to have it be noticed as her being antisocial. And with the number of psycho children at this party, and not enough adults, she remained silent. Umbra chose that very moment to intrude into the fight, hoping Baelia wasn't listening so she could use curse words if needed. "Damnit, you idiots," the catgirl snarled, voice dripping venom, "nobody cares about your stupid effing fight, just throw the body parts in the air and leave her alone." She rolled her eyes. "Or get into a catfight, the two of you are girly enough!" Smerdle Reghen frowned as the dark cat girl rushed forward, and raised a hand to simply wrestle the first girl's appendage away from the boy, but he was quickly distracted by the entrance of another child, this one sporting shiny black eyes like the snail girl already present, as well as long ears and a pair of clicking pincers covering most of her mouth.
"Tana?" he said, his attention completely stolen by the girl. Reghen had thought she had been killed when they had taken her from him, but there she was. Alive. "I... um... carry on," he told the fighting kids as he hurried to his ward's side. So much for keeping things in order. Enoh Love "What?! You're the one who kicked your ******** foot at me! I woulda given this god damned thing back sooner if you didn't have that stick up your a**." Tek growled, snarling as much as his healing nose would allow, his ears pinned back to his dark hair. His response to being flipped off was to just dig his nails into its skin, especially now that he knew whatever he did to the hand was felt by the girl opposite him.
"If you'd learn to keep your damned hand to yourself, this wouldn't have happened." As angry as he was getting, he now fought to keep his voice more or less even; the venom that seeped into his words were as obvious as Magda's though, and no amount of checking could remove it. "So, apologize for your dumbass mistakes and learn from them like a good little girl." He sneered, his nails still digging into the flesh of her hand, doing his best to keep it in HIS grasp, rather than the adult's.
Of course, then, his red gaze snapped towards the brat who had just piped up, glaring at her. His free hand lifted, pointing a sharp fingertip at her. "Stay out of this, batwhore. Nobody asked you." Huni Pi Magda grit her teeth through the pain as she felt and saw his nails dig into her skin. "Life doesn't give warnings before it tries to kick you to the curb, you're ******** lucky I even gave you one." Her voice was a low, menacing hiss.
She snorted none too delicately at his demand, "The only mistake I made was missing that smart mouth of yours. What my limbs do apart from me is beyond my control. But of course you just assumed I could control them but it's flattering that you think so highly of me," she crooned condescendingly.
And then gray eyes snapped towards the interrupting cat-hybrid, "Don't you have a hairball to cough out, Miss Nobody?" The Nozomi "Yay candy!" Ooze almost-shouted. Over the years she'd learned something strange and mystifying called 'volume control'. While she reached to delicately pluck up a piece of the offered treat, her guardian had turned his attention to a more active crowd. Two men walked in, both darkdarkdark and one with wings, and they were talking to the group of very not darkdarkdark people (One had freckles! Like him!).
Ooze stuffed the candy in her mouth, gumming at it for a moment. Flynn glanced at the other two, lips twitching into a smile. "She doesn't know how to keep her voice down," Is all he gave by way of explination. Ooze sucked in the candy, big black eyes twitching this way and that and then - oooh.
"She's like Sally! Does that make him Jack?" She looked to Hoss, Opec - even to Flynn! Before continuing on, attention already dragged to bug-girl. "She has eyes! Eyes like--"
"Shhh!" Once more, Flynn put a hand over her mouth. Ooze obediently fell silent, sucking hard at the candy. She still looked to the ongoing fight, antennae perked up. "We're trying not to get body parts hurled at us, Ooze. Remember?"
The snail nodded, pulling her head back from his hand momentarily. "I'm sure they'd be DELICIOUS. I've eaten those silly things on your alls faces before and-"
"Ooze."
"Shhh. Right." She beamed at Opec regardless of her chastisement, Flynn's attention securely on the girls fighting over hands. quietsnooze With age comes freedom, and this is such an occasion that Elly is quite glad she can go somewhere without an escort. Well, without a vaguely human one, anyway. With a hedgehog nestled in her hair and resembling a hair piece, her platypus barely keeping pace at her heel and sporting a cutesy harness, and a clippity clop tailgater moose, Elly is not exactly alone when she arrives to the party. She grins and scans the gathering of people for any faces she recognizes, her tail idly swishing behind her and keeping the moose following the big fluff and bow with his entire droopy head. Someone before her gets their picture taken, sparking immediate joy from the bubbly teenager. She lets out a happy squeal and bounces on the spot until the area in front of the camera is free. She fills it immediately, and in fact jumps into place. The hedgehog on her head shuffles, no longer resembling a gaudy barrette, just as the flash goes off for the picture. Drolic Ghorat Limerick is, well, a little stunned, to say the least, by this odd creature with barely threatening horn features, and the smaller creature.. girl.. leading it. He looks behind him, wondering if he should notify anyone about a potential threat, but the girl completely confuses him in whether or not she and her companions are just playing dumb. He also hopes he doesn't have to take a picture of the ugly, drooling monster, because the.. thing.. follows the girl as she bounds away just as quickly as she'd jumped in front of him. Witchneko Umbra growled, a deep sound in the back of her throat, revealing sharp teeth. Then she pulled her hand back and prepared to punch Tek in the stomach. "Yeah, well, nobody came here to fight, there's such a thing as happiness," she spoke in a mocking tone, "I bet neither of you have ever heard of it." For Magda, she simply turned a scorching gaze upon the other girl and bared her teeth.
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Posted: Mon Aug 16, 2010 8:14 am
lithle "Malas, of course." Autsu replied, nodding in turn to the member of the Unit with whom they had something like history. It was good to see her, though his expression remained one of cold caution and distaste for the surroundings. "The others are unfamiliar. It is, somewhat troubling. We have been distracted." It was possible that he had seen the others as well, at one of Archie's parties. But if that were the case they had not made themselves memorable. There'd been other things to think about. He and Kian had, over the years, needed to focus rather intently on themselves, or each other. Though he was not always entirely sure anymore that said focuses differed. Odd then, how they stood, Autsu tending to place himself slightly in front of his lover, with nary a touch, and few glances, between them. There was no affection there. At least, no affection to be read by any but themselves, and perhaps Malas, who had come to know, in a somewhat abrupt manner, of how close they were. Even now, Autsu was not sure of exactly why Kian had found the situation so embarrassing. He was just about to suggest that they go over and discuss the events of the moment with the criminal in question when the fight broke out. Watching, Autsu's expression changed only minutely, but it was clear enough that he found the whole thing absolutely mind boggling. They, but particularly the winged one, were acting like undisciplined children. Shooting insults back and forth instead of simply dealing with the problem. And the problem, in this case, was the one with wings. The one missing limbs was at a disadvantage and the idea of having ones body parts held captive was particularly unplesant. Enough to make the tall, winged man sympathetic, anyway. The third part was, as far as he could tell, only trying to make trouble. Weaving his way quickly to where the limbless one was, he glanced between the two of them once again. "I have a gun," he said, his tone holding nothing but perhaps mild irritation, "If you would like to make use of it." In Autsu's world, one did not simply stand around tossing insults. One resolved the problem at hand, and was done with it. The Nozomi Autsu wandered off to offer the children a gun. Kian supposed that he should be worried over the possible situations that could arise from such an offer but, really, he couldn't find it in himself to actually give a damn. Autsu had a way with children and other criminals. Well - he didn't shake them, at least. Kian couldn't say the same of himself.
Nor could he say he cared too much about the fact they'd been distracted. The Unit was important, of course, always, but the death of peoples mothers, continuation of lives, and moving. A lot of moving, both into and out of woods, condos, who knew what else. Already the gathering had shown just how much had been missed.
Malas received his attention instead of Autsu or the fight. He walked to her, all three eyes on the young woman.
"It has been some time." Kian paused. Apologize for their absence? No. He wasn't sorry. "You are well?" Enoh Love "You're right, you're right, I overestimated you. I'm sorry, I thought you were better than that." Tek shot back, sounding incredibly disappointed in her. His body jolted when he sat the Batwhore draw her arm back to try and punch him, and with chance reflex he jumped back a bit, narrowing avoiding the blow.
"W-T-F?" He sputtered out again, saying every letter on its own. "S-T-F-U and G-T-F-O, b***h." The young man growled at her, ears still pinned back in his anger. This had nothing to do with her, or anyone else who tried to get in on it. The overly loud snail thing caught his attention once, just once...and it was fuzzy, but he somewhat remembered it...her? Regardless, it was an ugly thing. Which was neat. He only vaguely saw the others; a blonde girl, some giant horned creature...
Suddenly, all his thoughts just kind of...stopped. Red eyes widened a bit, staring up at the tall dark man with wings. Uuh...Wow. He was...kind of intimidating, actually. That was saying a lot, coming from Tek. Then again, Who WOULDN'T be mildly hesitant when someone was offering a gun to the person you were arguing with? Not fair! He really didn't have anything to say to the dark skinned one; in fact, he kind of scared him, but limbless b***h? She was someone he could talk to. So, he turned his snarl down to her, growling under his breath.
"You wouldn't dare." Huni Pi Magda had no time to respond to the boy's mockery, instead she snickered at the cat-hybrid's failed attempt to attack her limb-napper. She had to hand it to him, he was pretty good at getting out of the way. Now if only he would give her back her hand she would be more than happy to get out of his face.
The limb in question thought to try to wiggle free when a fellow appendage (albeit one still attached to its person) came at its captor. Fingers clawed and scrabbled at air uselessly, stiffening when it felt the lingering sting of having nails dig through its skin.
At the vicious glare the cat-hybrid shot her, Magda returned with a saccharine smile and patronizing flutter of lids. "Heard of it? I've eaten it. Several times, actually. They aren't called bundles of joy for nothing," she chuckled. Interpret that as you will.
The orange-haired girl stiffened at the tall, winged adult's approach, her instincts (well what was left of it) warning her not to cross him. Gray eyes grew saucer-wide at his offer of a gun before a wicked, malice-filled grin spread across her face. "For real? No catch? This isn't some kind of set up, is it?" the last question had a faintly bitter undertone. She turned towards the boy holding her still wriggling hand, her grin widening from ear to ear, her eyes glittering with dark promise when she heard his growl. "And why wouldn't I?"
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The fight was on the fringes of Malas' attention, the petty squabbles of children held little importance to her, and served only as a distraction. And perhaps a future conversation piece should she ever venture into the uncharted territories of socializing. She wasn't certain whether she should take the initiative with the others, given that they (at least she assumed they were, she should stop doing that) were all sent to Gaia through the program and would perhaps be recruited into the Unit. At Kian's approach, her hand rose slightly, fingers rippled through the air once and very quickly to give him a tiny wave in greeting. Her hand smoothly fell back to her side, back straight but shoulders relaxed in a show of trust.
"I have been adequate," she answered. There was no need for an apology, not from Kian or Autsu or anyone. Malas did not think anyone obligated to socialize with her, but she had come to learn how to appreciate the effort during these past few years on Gaia. Still, she'd been a complete recluse, almost to the point she'd almost forgotten what it was like to be around others, but she blamed the weather for her self-imposed exile. The young woman would have been content to simply stay hidden from the rest of the world, she was surviving well enough, but there were times Knot had grown restless and the emerald-haired teen found herself going outside to do only frell knows what. Imbri Caissa was riding quite contently on the top of Cynthia's head. She had decided she REALLY wanted to go to this party thing, if only because Cindy was the only one able to take her and the lizard-girl REALLY didn't want to go. Caissa couldn't have been more happy at this point. Cindy wasn't one to make a fuss, after having lost the battle, and so the trip into town was relatively painless, with Caissa perched on her head (Lucky the little brat weight next to nothing!) and Cindy propelling the both of them forward. Occasionally Cindy would make an offhand comment about how annoying Caissa was, and Caissa would respond by making herself as solid as she could muster, putting weight on Cindy's neck. The teen had just reiterated how stupid this party would probably be, as they arrived on the beach. Caissa was distracted by the pretty sand, that it wasn't until they were walking onto the ship that she remembered she had yet to retaliate. At about the same time Caissa was making herself solid, Cindy had spotted the strange person with the camera. Oh! How did she look? It didn't matter, Cindy ALWAYS looked amazing. Except for the twerp on her head. Two seconds too late, Caissa realized she was being shoved most ungraciously from her sitting spot. She wasn't going down without a fight! Vain psychopath! she mouthed (no words actually coming out), as her little green-blue hands latched into Cindy's hair and tugged as she fell down. Cindy reached for her, snarling with her forked tongue out as far as it could go, just about the time she saw a flash go off. There would be hell to pay for this! Witchneko Umbra rolled her eyes at the gun. "Might just be me, but knives are so much more impressive then guns, portray intent more," she commented. Then she stalked away, flipping Tek off, attempting to find someone she knew who wasn't her caretaker. (She suspected the woman could turn invisible, the way she disappeared from the room; but it was likely just that Baelia was very ignorable.) lithle If Autsu was aware that his presence caused a certain amount of discomfort among the more recently arrived (he would not think of them as younger, for he did not know their original ages) criminals, he certainly didn't show it. And one could hardly say that he was going out of the way to be intimidating. He was just a dark haired man with very large wings. And an arsenal strapped to various parts of his body. His demeanor could not be called aggressive, though the term 'business like' certainly suited him. Also detached, and very, very alert. His attention jumped between the one he'd labeled 'wings' (and never mind his own fluffy appendages) and the one he simply thought of as the victim. The third party appeared to be retreating, which was perhaps for the best. One should not enter a fight without clear intentions to resolve the issue. A guard's way of thinking, really. Some things faded, like a sense of humor. Other things, not so much. "No catch. You will return it when you are finished with it. And you will use it only in the resolution of your own dispute." He had a formal, slightly old fashioned way of speaking, with a mild, but not particularly identifiable accent. He had learn Gaian from a man for whom it was not a first language and it showed, sometimes. "If you use it to injure myself, my comrade or Malas," and he nodded in their direction, "I will kill you." And it wasn't a threat really. Actions had consequences. It seemed appropriate that this person be made aware of the consequences in this instance. "If you do injury to the one with the animal, I will also be displeased." He was not sure why this was the case. Perhaps a vague memory from a party. Perhaps there was just something charming about a girl being followed by a moose. He took a gun from the holster at his side and held it out to her, carefully. "There are some that would say that this dispute requires less than lethal force," he added, almost thoughtfully. It was unclear, from his tone, if he was one such. Drolic Ghorat Tana looked up at Reghen, an expression of what-the-hell-hey-I-thought-you-were-dead-too flitting across her face as the camera flashed.
Limerick pinned two more pictures up to his board. He picked idly at a bandage and wondered if anyone else would show up. kotaline David and Evan were not even fashionably late, but knowing their mutual loose grasp of the definition of 'timeliness', it was probably a miracle that they were even there at all. Evan had remembered there was a party to attend in the middle of the morning, but it had taken a good hour to try to make David look presentable. It hadn't worked. The boy was obstinately wearing a neon green shirt, a rather horrible purple tie, a pair of space themed goggles, and his favourite brown suit. Despite Evan's usual attempts at scrubbing them off, his eyeliner marks were still stuck on his face. Evan wasn't sure whether his son was secretly applying waterproof eyeliner every morning or whether his skin was actually coloured like that, but either way, it appeared that it wasn't about to be removed any time soon.
David was as presentable as he was ever going to look, and Evan was slightly sharper looking (or at least wearing things that matched). Evan saw a man taking pictures at the entrance and pushed David over to get a photograph, saying "Go on then."
David didn't need telling twice, and said "Hm, what should I do for it?" He waved his hand at the photographer to let him know he was still thinking on it, and then eventually attempted to look like a heroic space adventurer. A moment after the photo was done, he remembered, "Blimey, a spaceship!" With that, he was off, Evan chasing after him and trying not to lose him in the crowd. Techincally it wasn't David's first time in a space-traveling vehicle, but it was the first he could remember, and it was completely going to his head. Witchneko Umbra was just walking when she spotted a little kid hurrying through the crowd, and a man hurrying after him. Being the crazy person she was, she attempted to catch up to David and grab his shoulder, stopping him from running any further. kotaline This was not as easy as it looked. David skirted around her and peeked out from behind her hair at his oncoming father. "He ain't much for adventurin'," the boy noted sourly to whoever he was standing behind. (He couldn't tell, but what with al the hair stacked on their head, they most resembled Cousin It from the back). He waited until Evan was gone, chasing after someone that he was no longer about to catch, before he spoke again. "Thanks, you gotta useful haircut, there." he complimented chipperly. "Oh, you ain't gonna rat me out though, are you? 'M just lookin' around a bit, like."
In fact, he was looking around while he was addressing her. His words seemed to be aimed at Umbra, but his eyes were roving hungrily around the ship. "Spaceships are coo-ool," he exclaimed decisively. "D'you got one?" Witchneko Umbra, honestly, quite resented that statement. Her hair wasn't thick, it was just extremely long...and quite impossible to brush in less than twenty minutes. But she couldn't read thoughts, so it was a moot point. "Not yet, kid," she sighed, "not yet. 'M not gonna rat you out, though, 's long as you don't get me found. Dunno where she is." And Umbra brushed her hair behind her shoulders, trying to tame it a little bit. kotaline David, who would probably be confused to know that Umbra had resented that statement had both Umbra and David himself been able to read minds (but he couldn't and she couldn't, so it was again a moot point), frowned disappointedly. "Hm," he said thoughtfully. "That's too bad an' all."
Considering her tattling potential for a moment, he decided to take his chances and nodded. "Fair 'nuff," he agreed decidedly. "Are you explorin' too? I ain't done much yet, so you can come along too, I guess." The lady was pretty recognizable what with all the extra bits stuck on her, but David figured that with all the weird looking people on the ship anyway, the most obvious passengers were probably him and Evan. Anyway, her hair was good for hiding behind, which could make her an adventuring asset. Having figured that she was probably good for his expedition, he stuck out his hand to make his offer official, but then paused as his mind caught up with him and gave him a nudge. There was still one thing he needed to know of any partner in crime.
"Who's got you runnin', hm?" he asked suspiciously. He was running from Evan, but she was an older lady, so there was no telling what risky hijinks she might have gotten into. He was a fugitive from his parents, but for all he knew, she could be a dangerous hair care products thief or something. Witchneko "I'm sorta exploring, too much to leave unseen," she grinned. Then she winced. "My caretaker," she looked both scared and angered by the word, "I hate her. She can't replace who I loved." And just like that, her face was back to the neutral, edging towards a smirk. But for that one sentence, she had been scared, and she had been furious. kotaline "Eh, so we got the same aim! Come on, then, let's push on." He pressed forward, continuing their conversation as he went. He still wasn't making eye contact though, there were too many things to see to bother paying too much attention to talking.
"Well the way I figure it, hate ain't a really good thing to have." David said easily. "My dad says he's a pacifist an' all, an' my dad's usually got it right. Anyway, if someone makes you mad, I figure you just gotta let it go or figure it out." David wasn't much for grudges. If he was, then he had the entire legal system of Ker-Ol and about ten different babysitters to be upset at, and that just seemed like too much effort to waste on the past. David was strictly a forward-thinking boy, and the past was an unpleasant place for him to visit anyway.
However, there were some exceptions to his somewhat easygoing nature, and David openly admitted them. "Unless you're fightin' against the Man or somethin'. My dad says if you gotta hate someone, it might as well be the Man. He's right, too, y'know, I've been in quite a few fights with the Man, and it is a very tricky kind of opponent." David stretched his arms and examined the ceiling thoughtfully. "Oppression, I tell you, it ain't much fun." Silverah Sandra was putting in a long shift again - stories wouldn't chase themselves, she liked to say - and so Rina was once again left to her own devices, and she rather liked it that way. In another lifetime, Delaney had only known a world of chaperones and dance rehearsals and longed for freedom. Rina spent her days lost in a world of unstructured adventure: of course a party on a space ship was not something she could easily pass up! With her red scarf proudly wrapped about her neck and her hair teased to maximum horrible-scene-kid-ness and dyed with streaks of bright cyan, Rina triumphantly climbed the boarding ramp. She posed smugly for a picture from the man by the door, flashing him a V-for-victory before heading inside.With no pesky parent to drag along like some of the other kids milling about, Rina was free to explore. How much trouble could a petite eight-year-old with mischief on her mind get up to on a space ship? She was about to find out. Rina set about opening and closing bulkhead doors in search of something interesting, but mostly found unused closet spaces and storage areas full of uninteresting looking crates. She sighed and decided to stick to the main areas. Some primal part of her mind urged her to be careful around some of the shadier aliens, but Rina quelled it. Most of these were just kids, and besides. They were so far from Rasu'ya, it was unlikely anyone would even realize how valuable her skeleton would be on the black market. Up ahead, she spied the back of a familiar head. Messy brown hair and steampunk attire? It could only be David. Rina ran to catch up, darting around a trio of of tall, blue aliens and cutting in between David and the cat girl (with quite an impressive mane!) beside him. She draped an arm around her friend's shoulder. "Sorry t' interrupt," she said to the cat-girl, "But you're moochin' on my main babe." Rina was not exactly sure what this even meant. She stuck out a hand to the girl. "Rina En-San'en," she introduced herself, ignoring David's protest of 'I thought your name was Clairboro.' "Rebel without a cause. At your service. And you are?" kotaline David did an abrupt 360 at the familiar voice and treated Rina to the sort of cheeky grin that he reserved exclusively for his partner in crime. He wasn't quite sure what kind of thing a 'main babe' was, but it didn't sound so bad, so he gleefully stole the phrase for later use. "Rinaarrr!" he exclaimed cheerfully, putting his own arm around her. "Your hair is lookin' blinding, as always."Apparently this was intended to be a compliment, as David plowed right on as if nothing seemed wrong about the statement and gestured to Umbra. "This is my new adventurin' buddy," he explained, "Her hair's good for hidin' behind, and she ain't gonna rat on me to my parental unit." Leaning in closer to Rina, he muttered, "I may or may not be but definitely am a fugitive from my dad at the moment. I decided that parental supervision was temporarily oppressin' my childlike sense of wonder."
However, Rina's introduction had made David realize he hadn't introduced himself to the girl yet either, and he stuck out his own somewhat-grubby hand towards her. "Name's David, call me Captain." he announced. To Rina, he added, "I've decided spaceships are cool. I've named myself the captain of this vessel, and if someone goes 'n proves me wrong, I'll just be the captain of some other spaceship." He tapped his head, saying, "It's legit cos I got the official captain goggles."
Having run out of things to tell people about himself at least for the moment, David looked at Umbra expectantly. Gabriel Night The time had come , one lie after another got the fire twin here , upintil a few hours ago his attached brother had no idea he was coming here. Autumnus' good planning and white lies fooled everyone. The twins never ever gave anyone any reason not to trust them. Them wanting to spend time with their nanny wasn't odd, and spending time at the beach was normal even healthy for the boys. The gloom on Ephesians face said it all, once he saw the ship he sighed, his spirit was crushed by his brother distrust of him and all the lies. On the other end of the simi twin stood a happy as could be pre-teen ready to meet his peers and maybe figure out how he got to Gaia , and what this whole relocation thing was about. "Don't be mad at me bro , this is soo cool , this space ship looks sooo real" Autumnus stated to his brother. The leaf twin said nothing , and looked down at the ground. The fire twin now stared at his brother " You had a chance to stop all of this , you could of called Dad and told him what I was doing , after I told you..." he spoke really fast and defensive. "Yea , who would believe me , my brother somehow plotted away to get on a space ship without me knowing it till the last minute” he paused and gave his brother a glare “also my name wasn't on that letter , They want you here not me , how do you think that makes me feel" the brother spoke in a real upset tone. Autumnus hadn't thought about that " Well , we are here lets go" , Ephesians nodded and they mapped away to get to the ship. Once on the ship both twins eyes got wide "Wow" the fire twin spoke. Someone said his name and then was asked to take a photo. Autumnus smiled with a huge smirk , he raised his left brow up and tried to make a sexy squint with his eyes. His fire mimicked a strong mohawk. He played with his checkered "Team Aekea" t-shirt. The tween is full of himself and it showed. Then Ephesains took a photo , his head down looking rather upset , he had this feeling he wasn't wanted here , a brand new feeling of doubt was given to him and he hated it. Autumnus chatted with the man at the entrance for a bit longer before walking deeper into the ship. Drolic Ghorat In the midst of all of the arguing and picture-taking, there was an unseen alert, a request of sorts made by Drolic to his crew to secure the ship for takeoff.
It was almost time to begin the questioning.
Limerick happily gathered and stowed all of the frivolity hanging around the ship's open hatch. Colorful signs and balloons were brought in, and the board his carefully collected pictures hung on was secured. Arvin had also responded favorably to Drolic's instructions, clearing the beach of nearby debris and making sure no one was sunbathing under an engine.
Eaayta lounged in the command room they would be using for questioning, staring at Drolic's back as he watched their soon-to-be captives mill about on the surveillance monitors.
"Shall I call the first guest?" she asked, arching a pale brow.
"No." He turned, a smirk on his scaly face. "They worry first. Panic."
Several minutes after Limerick stopped quietly moving around and Arvin grumbled his way into the room, a trio of tones sounded and the ship's doors began to slide shut. They moved fairly quickly for massive slabs of metal, but there was a sliver of time to get through them to freedom if you were standing close enough. Everyone else was stuck aboard. The ship started to shake. Rabid Ice Weasel Opec turned suddenly, his attention drawn to the signs and (more importantly) the balloons. He smiled and wandered over to one, putting his hand to one and hoping someone would let him take it home. His ears flipped back at the sudden noises, and he squinted as if it hurt his eyes. The boy looked toward the ceiling and the strange bandaged man as if they may have some explanation. It was then that the doors began closing, and he gave a sound that was not quite a scream and not quite a yell. He peeped and rushed behind the nearest piece of furniture, cowering and watching with wide eyes and ears back as the doors began to close.
They couldn't take him back! They just couldn't!
quietsnooze Heke had hidden in behind the moose, but resurfaced only as things started to get weirder. He'd tried to escape, once, even, which is when Limerick stopped him and took his picture. Panic made him stay in place, like a frightened and guilty puppy. Others had come and gone around him. He severely wished his mother's powers were also his own, that he could muster up a disguise in case there was the slightest possibility anyone would recognize him. He hasn't spotted too many of his mother's creations, for which he is relieved. Maybe they'll be spared. Maybe he can find his mother here, amongst these strange people. He dreads his greatest fear being realized. For now, he waits, shrunk up against the wall, biting his lip. Enoh Love What the-?! She was seriously considering taking it?! It was a strange sensation that flooded through him then, and he could only guess that it was something like regret. Odd. He'd never felt that particular emotion before. Why wouldn't she? Well, because... huh. Actually, he didn't have anything to say back to that. Instead, his red eyes focused on the walking armory, hanging on his every word.
"You'll miss." Tek told the girl, that angry and resentful tone still dominating his voice, but there was also a hint of something else - hesitation? Fear? Very few people could NOT falter when their enemy was given such a dangerous weapon! He wasn't going to back down just yet though! "And as happy as I would be to watch you die, I-- ...Q-F-T: No s**t this dispute requires less than lethal force! I bet you also..."
For a second time, he cut himself off, startling a bit when the tones sounded. The hell was going on NOW? Still gripping the captured hand, he looked over his shoulder just in time to see the doors start to close. He widened his stance a little bit as an instinct to not fall over as the entire thing started to shake, and turned his glare back to the pair opposite him as if they were at fault for this.
The little troll wasn't about to panic...yet. Jeanemon Hoss had been watching the various shenanigans with interest (The large winged man with Kian, was that the elusive 'Tsu that the man had spoken about? Perhaps!) and largely ignoring everyone else when the ship began to... Well, ******** watched Opec run for cover, and briefly considered going to try and comfort him. The weaker emotion was crushed quickly, however, and Hoss looked towards the rapidly closing door. Well. Looked like they'd all be taking a little trip. The Nozomi "Good," Kian was about two seconds from actually being sociable with Malas when the damned ship started twitching and those doors shut. The child behind Hoss darted off in what the triclops could only assume was panic, Hoss himself appearing rather - well. Not panicking. The snail? She squealed, clutched at the large redheads hand. Kian swept his eyes back to Malas, fingers to his hip.
Out came the bowie knife, brandished and held out to Malas. "If you do not know how to use this, act as if you do. I do not like this."
If Autsu could hand a childish criminal a gun, Kian could feel no wrong in offering out a lovely pointy thing to one he felt he could trust. Even with the outward appearance of being somewhat at ease with the situation, what with standing there in near silence, after all, Kian's frame bunched with tension, tail tip twitching in agitation. He did not like this. Gabriel Night As the boys got to the social area they felt something from under their feet. Ephesians already looking at the floor , noticed the shacking more than his brother. The fire twin made a fire ball and flung it in the air only to grab it and dissolve it. He looked into the crowed "Howdy everyone" he spoke in a loud voice. As the ship started to move Ephesians vines wrapped on to the nearest object, a walking rail. The leaf brother was now ready to scream 'this was a bad idea', but knew this would bring unwanted attention his way. Autumnus was too busy looking for maybe Hector, and possibly the dude with the wings he met a long time ago. It appeared this party was for all age groups. He was also looking for some females to talk to, but he didn’t see anyone in his age group. "Did you know this was an active space ship" Ephesians whispered to his brother. "Nooo , the invite was about a party ... not a party in the air , but BRO.... keep cool , I'm sure this is all safe and legal" he whispered back and smiled at a few people close by. Smerdle Reghen grabbed on to Tana's arm as the ship began to shake. It was time for him to get upstairs. It wouldn't be long before Drolic would want to begin the interrogation. "Stay... here," he said, regret in his voice. "We shall talk later." He silently hoped that nothing would happen today that would keep them apart any longer. Reghen hurried to a nearby door, opening it with a card key and slipping through, too quickly to be followed. There were plenty of unlocked doors leading out of the main room, but they went nowhere of consequence. It was important to give the illusion of freedom, after all.
Tana nodded as she grabbed some miscellaneous part of the ship to keep her steady. What were the odds? She and Grey had been doing fine on their own for months, and now she came across their guardian? She looked down, noticing a strong green vine gripping the ship inches away from her own hand. She tapped Ephesians on the shoulder. "That yours?" she asked. "It's cool." She had learned to speak with more clarity the longer she remained on this planet, but it was still hard to keep from mumbling around her pincers. Gabriel Night Green glowing eyes looked at the female " Ahhh ..." he looked in the back of him " Ohh yes , yes there both mine ... they seem to have a mind of their own" he smiled but still looked vary irritated. Autumnus not noticing his brother picking up a conversation tried to walk away, only to be stopped by the vines. "DUDE" Autumnus turned to his brother "Come on , let’s not make this into a fight , let’s just mingle ... I'm sure the ship will come back down , maybe they’re going to go pick some people up" he nodded. Ephesians didn't even try to argue with his brother " Sorry" he turned to the female. Only then did Autumnus see he was talking to someone else "Ohhh hey" the fire twin spoke then did his fire ball trick for her "Cool hey" he moved his head back and forth confidently to say 'yea , I'm the bomb'. Ephesians wanted to punch his brother "my name is Ephesians..." he was stopped " I'm Autumnus" the fire brother spoke for himself Witchneko She was about to respond to Rina, she really was, but the doors closing sent Umbra's mind into rapid-fire state. "Umbra," she grinned, ducking away from the smaller kids and towards a bench. It was more towards Opec, he looked similar to Umbra, she could handle that, could take that, she needed- doorsclosing-badthings-change-BADTHINGS-doorsclosingalwaysalways-podshiptravel-space-change-alwaysalwaysbadthingsalways-And so her mind sped, hurling out all the memories of both trips on a spaceship while she stood there, trembling, eyes wide in childish panic, ears laid flat back. Needless to say, neither trip on a spaceship had ever been good. Bloody Anubis Daemyn hadn't planned on being late. Actually, he hadn't planned on being here at all. He had been on his way home after his humble nine-to-five job making sure some up and coming pop star didn't get a bottle to the face on the way to their stretch limo when he came across one of the signs advertising the visit of a spacecraft. There were many creatures in Gaia that passed for humanoid, including himself, but Daemyn could not think of a time when he'd met an honest-to-god alien. He was in the area by the end of the day and figured that his curiosity could do with some humoring, at least long enough to tour the ship.
The only one who probably noticed him was the cameraman. For someone of his size, he was surprisingly quiet, slipping onto the ship like a passing shadow of the day. He had a suit on from earlier and his dark hand played quietly at the black tie as his jet eyes cast themselves curiously over the interior of the ship. Sharp as it makes him seem, he's looking forward to getting rid of the restriction when he gets home. To the bandaged alien, he offers a passing enigmatic smile, pleasant at face value but there's something definitely unnerving about it upon closer inspection. Something dangerous. Daemyn could probably count the number of pictures of him on one hand.
It would be easy to ignore the fae's entrance when the ship began to shake and a pair of children came jumping through the gap of the door. Daemyn paused a moment, instinctively widening his stance. The door was closing, setting off a flash of panic through his system that was not all seated in the present. Perhaps this hadn't been such a good idea, but assessing his surroundings showed the majority of the passengers were children. Daemyn would have never really considered himself much of a humanitarian, but after being a teacher for five years, there was a place in him that was somewhat softened by the distinct helplessness of children. If this had been a ploy by the aliens to abduct Gaia's offbeat children by the lure of a space ship tour, then they'd find themselves against more resistance than they accounted for. To the outsider, his face showed very little, and he simply looked ready. For what, even he didn't know. Manda Fiosdae danced back and forth from foot to foot as he watched his erstwhile roommate putter about. "C'mooon Rynth we're gonna miss the party!" he complained, grabbing at the other's wrist. His new 'brother' was taking forever to get ready and Fiosdae just knew they would miss anything fun if they were late.
Finally, he managed to drag Rynth out the door and ran across town toward the purported location of the party. Just as they spotted the ship, the doors of the ship started to close.
"s**t!" Fios yelled loudly - quite the lovely expression coming from a child such as himself. Still dragging Rynth behind him, he ran faster and dove for the doors....
And the two of them just barely managed to get inside before they were shut. "Hey..." Fiosdae panted, "Did we miss the party?" Manda Once they were inside, Fiosdae wandered away from Rynth almost immediately, exclaiming (somewhat) quietly over various things on the ship. And then the floor started rumbling. "Whoooa... is this part of the fun?" he asked, looking around a bit wide-eyed. Nobody said anything about the damn ship taking off! Huni Pi "You just hope I'll miss," Magda snorted. True, her aim had been somewhat off since she got to this drab little mudball, but what he didn't know wouldn't hurt her. Well, maybe it would if she accidentally hit the guy with the huge wings and any of those he mentioned via ricochet. "Maybe if you stopped spelling out your words your arguments would actually make some se-" gray eyes narrowed at the tones in the ship as the doors began to close. <********, where was her foot?! If it somehow got out some wretched beach-dwelling animal might try to eat it! She met his glare with one of her own, obviously blaming him for whatever it was that was happening. This was all his fault for not giving her the hand back!
Magda knelt down to steady herself, gray eyes darting from the ground to search for her other runaway limb then to her opponent then to the closing doors. She winced as her toes slammed against something metal and fell back down to a smooth surface. At least it was still inside.
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All signs of emotion fled Malas' face at the sudden turn of events. A trap! Her Knot-mind shrieked. Her people had lost the war with the bipeds and now they were going to finish her off for everything she'd done. But why would they take everyone else? Why go through such elaborate lengths?
At the proffered weapon, 'Las didn't hesitate to accept. She nodded her answer and that was that. The weight felt good in her slender hand as she shifted her stance to have her back angled towards Kian in case someone decided to attack. There was something uncharacteristically sharp about her eyes but now wasn't the time to be pondering such things. Because if Kian did not like the situation, well, 'Las didn't want to give it a chance to prove him right. lithle Autsu froze as the noise of the ship taking off commenced and he snapped the gun he'd been holding loosely toward the other backward. Now was not the time. "You will give back the hand now," he said, his words fast and spoken low. "There is something wrong." That said, he backed to where Kian and Malas stood, his own weapon out and ready. For lack of a better known enemy he kept the gun trained on Limerick, and he did not even look to his comrades, though he stood at Kian's side. "Should it come to it, we could take the ship." He murmured. Drolic Ghorat The ship began to shake in earnest then, so much so that more poor souls in addition to Tana and Ephesians would need to hold on to something to remain upright. Loose chairs shimmied around and those glowing eyes the more observant guests might have noticed when they arrived started to coalesce into tiny... llamas?
A herd of the hand-sized creatures shed their invisibility, distressed by the turbulent takeoff. Limerick looked down at the gun that was now pointed at him. He shook his head over and over, but didn't otherwise move. Hurting him wouldn't really matter much to Drolic. Gabriel Night A green colored Lama moved in between the twins and Tana. Ephesians now using vines and hand to hold on to rail. The lama got in closer to the leaf twin and rubbed its head on his side. He let go of the ramp , vines still clinging. "Why hello there" he looked at his brother to say 'this place is freaky' , his brother shrugged back at him as Ephesians petted the cutie. Bloody Anubis Perhaps it wasn't obvious, but the fae was and always would be extremely heavy. Over six feet tall and broad-shouldered, he could easily look like he weighed up to two hundred pounds. He was more than twice that altogether. If there was one thing a guy like him didn't have to worry about, it was staying grounded. Daemyn shifted, however suspiciously, and prepared to ride it out. As long as they didn't go too vertical, he should be alright with his lead boots. A ruckus of sorts had started up as some of the older fellows, dark-skinned young men that couldn't be too much younger than he, pulled out weapons and began to threaten the bandaged cameraman. The fae would take a step away from the poor victim, showing no affiliation nor moral responsibility for him. He didn't know anyone here and he wasn't going to jump to conclusions just yet. If there was going to be a fight, it'd come soon enough.
Something pale caught the corner of his eye, tumbling along the wall of the ship. It flopped like dead meat and, upon more serious attention to detail, it was indeed a hunk of flesh. A foot, to be exact. Small, something a child could wear. As it headed his way, Daemyn made to try and pluck it from the ground. Those sick bastards... Surely not.... Silverah Rina regarded Umbra, and for that matter everyone who was freaking out over the doors closing, with a sort of quizzical expression. "Weird," she declared to David, following him away. "It's like these folks're all allergic to fun or somethin'!" Granted, she hadn't known this party was going to move, but then it was on a space ship and space ships kind of tended to do that. She grabbed her friend's arm in excitement. "This is awesome! Do you think it's gonna be one of those murder-mystery party things?" Manda Stumbling around just a bit as the ship continued to move, Fiosdae accidentally ended up careening into Rina and her friend. "Sorry!" he half-yelped, then noticed that this girl was one of the few not freaking out. Thinking back for just a moment, he remembered hearing her say something about murder mystery.
"I think it's awesome too!" he agreed quickly - attaching himself to the little group without so much as a 'by your leave'. "Maybe if it's a mystery we gotta figure out ... hmmn... how to fly the ship! If we could fly it we could do aaaallll kinds of cool stunts!" Silverah Rina turned and gave the new boy an enthusiastic grin. Then she asked, "I wonder who got murdered!" The petite girl swooned dramatically, then took a few hasty steps forward to steady herself. "It's never for real, murder mysteries. It's just pretend, like actors on TV." "Rina En-San'en," she sighed, without preamble, and stuck out her hand. "And you are?" Well, he was certainly interesting looking, and not freaking out like half the people here. She figured he might be worth her time. "Why's everyone freaking out?" she asked. "So the ship's taking off - that's what ships do." As long as she was home for dinner, she had nothing to worry about. Manda "Yea it probly wouldn't be as fun if someone really was dead," Fiosdae pointed out with a little bob of his head. The sails on his head flicked down and then up again with a little crackling snap-like sound. He reached out to grab the girl's hand and shook it. "Fiosdae. My uhm. Brother's around here someplace but I dunno where he went," he replied with a little shrug. Surely Rynth would show up again at some point.
Then he nodded, grinning. "Yea, I used to fly around on my ship all the time back uhhh. Where I came from. Before I was a drooling baby here y'know." He looked about at all the metal and weird things and frowned. "But it wasn't a ship like this one." Witchneko Umbra tried to breathe, getting past the flashing walls of steel that kept reappearing in her vision. Breathe. You are not Jolt. You are not Lana. Breathe. It won't happen again. The voice sounded so much like her caretaker, but she didn't notice. "S-sorry," the girl breathed, moving more back towards Rina and David and Fiosdae. "Really...really bad memories associated with spaceships." She still looked scared, eyes flickering back and forth, but she wasn't about to have a seizure or faint anymore. "That's probably everyone else's problem too...bad memories from the trip to Gaia." quietsnooze The moose isn't having any of this. For probably the first time in a very long time, his moves are fueled by panic, and he stomps down hard against the floor several times over. Elly rubs his neck when she can reach it, mumbling soothing phrases to him, but the beast only calms down to a degree that he's no longer lashing out. Instead, his eyes are bulging, and he breathes heavily, shuffling side to side out of sudden claustrophobia. Silverah Rina gave Umbra a sidelong glance, having already written the girl off for her breakdown. "I don't know about you, but I was sedated beyond belief for that whole thing." Little baby Rina had spent her whole trip to Gaia in a blissed-out state, watching rainbows exploding behind her eyes. "Oy, so you're pod-people, too?" she added hastily, the connection having just been made. She couldn't help but grin. "What'd they get you for?" she asked, and jabbed a thumb proudly at her chest. "Anti-government conspiracy and nuclear terrorism. Guilty for the first, framed for the second. The OphalMinhe never blew anyone up, that was the government." Huni Pi From the ground, Magda narrowed her eyes at her hand-napper until she let out a soft yelp in surprise. Someone had found her foot. And she did not know if that was a good or a bad thing. The Nozomi Kian quickly came to the conclusion that the vast majority of younger criminals were idiots. He couldn't hear the entirety of conversations, certainly didn't even try to, but what facial expressions and body movements he could... Not horribly impressed. But Autsu was there and 'Las appeared comfortable with the weapon, perhaps even knowledgeable. Hoss was too far away for him to wave over, snails nearby and that gray creature elsewhere. Kian curled his lip, didn't tell Autsu to lower the gun. With Malas holding his bowie knife, Kian moved to the other hip, pulled out his own gun. Autsu wasn't the only one with firearms, after all. "Yes," One eye flickered to his comrade, features once more schooled into the usual expression. "Do not use lethal force until another life is in danger, 'Tsu, 'Las." Bloody Anubis The missing limb was neatly plucked up from its skidding path to certain stubbing, soot-colored fingers rolling it into the safety of a palm. It did not frighten Daemyn, nor did it truly sicken him aesthetically. The idea that it had been severed from a child was what was unnerving; he had some standards, after all. Turning it over, though, he saw nor smelled a sign of blood- in fact, there was only a nub-like tissue where the limb would have been taken off. It could have been a prop. But no, upon delicately pressing his fingers into the flesh, there could be no mistaking bone. It was definitely a foot, one that had apparently healed up after it had departed. How strange.
His long ears picked up bits and pieces of the conversation nearby, the corner of his eye suggesting yet another weapon had been pulled. Quite the group, two men and a girl from what he could tell. Almost as if they had come prepared for this sort of happenstance. He hadn't gotten the memo.
This foot was pale, perhaps had a hint of sun-spotting. His onyx eyes skimmed the rest of the ship. There were very few plain-Jane humans to be found in their collection. Daemyn saw Magda before she saw him, crumpled upon the floor, a bloom of orange on chrome. In perhaps one of the most awkward moves ever, he tucked the foot into his inner jacket and moved. Just because he didn't see any other freckle-spattered white children on this ship didn't mean this foot was absolutely hers, after all, and there could be definite trauma if he were to suddenly whip out a human limb for a kid that wasn't prepared. He could be obtuse about emotion, but he wasn't THAT obtuse. He would seem to slip in out of nowhere if they weren't paying attention, sliding carefully along the ship as it heaved and vibrated until he was just beside Tek and Magda. He bent at the hips, planning to pull the girl off the ground by her belt and hopefully upright once more. Manda Fiosdae shrugged at mention of the trip to Gaia. "I don't remember much of it, really," he offered with a lopsided grin. He could kinda understand how it might be a problem for some people though. Like if they were really afraid of tight spaces or whatever.
Turning to Rina then, the bronze-haired child grinned - the expression almost a smirk. "Me? Oh... mostly being a pirate. Among some other things." Witchneko "I had to go through it twice," Umbra replied, "and neither time was I particularly sedated." She rolled her eyes. "Got me for assassination of the other side's priestess and priest, and then killing the surrounding animals. Guilty on both counts." She looked uncomfortable. "I'm just glad that's not who I am anymore, really."
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Posted: Thu Aug 19, 2010 7:54 pm
And now for something completely different...Drolic Ghorat The public address system on this ship was state of the art, not tinny or crackly like you might find in a Gaian high school. Its quality made what was to come all the more disturbing. There was the faintest of clicks, then Reghen's pleasant voice echoed throughout the ship, so clear that it seemed as though he was speaking from right over the shoulder of each individual present.
"Please, do not be alarmed. My employer requires that each of you answer a few simple questions about a most urgent matter. Remain where you are until you are called. At the proper time, you will be escorted to a comfortable, soundproof room. There will be pie."
"David Stetson, please proceed to the top of the stairs." There was a pause. "Alone."
Limerick glanced at his board o' photos, most of his attention still on the gun pointed at him. David, David, David, there! He squinted at the picture, then looked around the room to make sure the matching boy was doing as he was told. kotaline After the turbulent takeoff, David was sprawled on the floor, but no less convinced that spaceships were fantastic. He let out a shaky, thrilled laugh. "Brilliant, we get a ride!" he exclaimed, seemingly unperturbed that a) the ride hadn't been advertised, and b) there was no way to get off.
Pushing himself up onto his feet again and dusting himself off, he went right back to exploring. He grabbed Rina's hand and dragged her along down the hallway, but, mid-run, he heard a voice that was a little too clear for the pace they were running at begin to address him. "Whoa, Rinasaurus, hear that?" he asked, skidding to a halt. Either she had gotten really good at doing impressions, or the voice was coming from thin air, because the hallway was almost empty apart from them. "That's an interestin' thing, huh?" Too bad the voice wasn't saying anything interesting in and of itself. Just instructions, and he got enough of those at home and at school. His attention span for the voice would have ended right there, but then it said both 'David Stetson' and 'pie'.
David Stetson and pie were both high on David's list of interests, so he perked up, but when he heard the 'alone' part, he frowned. However, the hero always had to do some things alone on adventures, so he tailored it into the adventure he was having easily enough. Looking back at his friend, he said, "Sorry, Rina, looks like I gotta fly solo for a little. If I'm not back in ten minutes, assume I'm dead."
That was what people said during adventures, right? He was pretty sure they did, so he climbed the stairs and left Rina to fend for herself for a moment. She'd understand if pie was involved, he was sure. Drolic Ghorat There was indeed pie, a large slice of blueberry goodness that Eaayta offered David as he passed through the ominous-looking door and into another long gray hall. "We have apple as well. And something called boysenberry," she drawled, sounding positively unthrilled about the entire endeavor. She did not seem to possess any sort of silverware for him to use, but there were plenty of plastic forks and spoons in the room she led him into. There was also a large man.
"Kklavo tarassk," he hissed.
"Please, have a seat." Another man, this one much paler and slightly smaller, pulled out a chair and waved a hand at it. David might have seen him downstairs, but more recently Reghen had starred as the disembodied loudspeaker voice.
Behind them stretched a bank of blinking buttons and screens, the largest of them displaying what looked to be a video of the void they were floating through. kotaline David followed the woman that came to greet him, eating his pie with his hands as he went. The other flavours sounded good, but the best kind of pie in David's opinion was pie that he didn't have to wait for to eat. As he finished, he pulled out a paisley handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his hands before looking around the room. "Cor, you got quite a setup!" he said, looking impressed. This had to be some kind of control room, on account of all the screens and buttons, and as ominous things occurred around him, David took in the scenery.
He looked up at Reghen since he recognized his voice, but this time it definitely had a body attached. "Hey, how'd you do that thing before?" he asked cheerfully as he sat down.
However, he fidgeted in his seat. The more he saw of these people, the more he began to wonder what they intended to do with him, and, more importantly, whether he should have eaten that pie. David was naturally suspicious of authority figures, and these people seemed pretty authoritative to him. If Rina found out that he was kidnapped by the Man over a piece of pie, she would never respect him again.
Well, he wasn't going to find out if he didn't ask, so he rested his head on one hand and looked at the strange trio of adults sideways. "So," he asked casually, "What's all this, then?" Drolic Ghorat Drolic smiled, but as far as reassuring smiles went, it was a bit of a failure. "Deeros rosokk ti dal Citopixe mrren ghsu," he said.
Reghen looked as though he wanted to answer the boy's first question, but a sidelong glare from the green alien squished all of his outwardly friendly leanings. "Mr. Ghorat is looking for a woman named Citopixe."
"Kiena."
"Or a girl. She could just be a girl. Blonde hair, tan, can turn into other things. Have you seen a girl like that?"
Behind Drolic's looming form, the screen broadcasting what was outside the ship quickly cycled through several images of more empty gray halls, coming to a stop on a video of a little girl matching the description Reghen had just given. Next to the screen, a red light began to blink. kotaline David had not been specifically taught not to give away the locations of little girls to sinister, pie offering strangers, but generally, he considered it to be a poor idea. Yes, the pie had been good, but Mr. Ghorat was a tall glass of intimidating, and Evan had made it very clear to him that strangers who offered children candy were terrible. Even if this man did own a spaceship, David was beginning to suspect that he was using it for evil, a fact that was even more annoying because David could think of a million cooler uses for a spaceship than looking for little blonde girls.
So instead of pointing at the monitor behind the adults' backs, he shrugged and asked the obvious question. "How'm I supposed to know if she turns into other stuff? I ain't Sherlock Holmes or nothin'. Why're you lookin' for her, anyway?" He remembered what Rina had called him earlier, and, in a fit of inspiration, asked, "Is she your main babe?"
In a second fit of inspiration, he added, "But if you gotta know, I think I remember seein' a blonde outside somewhere. Don't remember where, though, maybe you should suss out the party." True enough. Evan was blonde, and there had been some blonde people down with the rest of 'em. David was more concerned with whether or not they'd go and look- he had a lot of heroics to do now that he knew what was up, and he wanted to explore the room some more. Drolic Ghorat At this Reghen nearly laughed, or at least got as close to a laugh as he was generally able. If Drolic had a 'main babe,' Reghen certainly hadn't seen her. The only babe present was Eaayta, whose face was slowly twisting into an expression Reghen couldn't decipher. One thing was for sure, it wasn't amusement.
He turned around, following the woman's gaze to the video screen. Oh, crap.
He didn't bother translating David's last words. Drolic had gotten the gist of everything that had been said so far, and now wasn't the time to dawdle. Eaayta gestured to the screen and the green alien turned, a fierce rage lighting his eyes. Thankfully his back was now facing David. No need to threaten the children.
"Stay," he growled at the boy, grabbing Eaayta by the arm and leading her and Reghen from the room. There was the click of a lock, but the child was now alone with most of the ship's controls, so the metal door was unlikely to remain locked for long. kotaline David watched them leave somewhat bemusedly. The click of the lock didn't bother him much, seeing as being alone in the room was all he had wanted them to do anyway. It looked like the girl on the screen was who they had been looking for after all, so it was a shame they saw her, but David figured that if Mr. Ghorat could look for her, then he and Rina could too, dubious as their chances of success might be. He didn't know what the trio of adults were up to specifically, but he had a soft spot for girls and a penchant for terrible ideas.
"Right," he said, hopping to the ground. Before he did any of the damsel-saving stuff, he'd have to get out of the room, so he regarded the panel of buttons. He wasn't sure what any of them did, but then he remembered that he was wearing the captain goggles, so it didn't matter anyway. Captains didn't mess up, and they certainly didn't admit that they didn't know something about their vessels. With this in mind, he haphazardly ran his hands over all the buttons and then whacked the panel once just to show it who was the boss of whom. In a few moments, the door unlocked and David nonchalantly strolled down the corridor, getting all the way to the stairs before breaking into a run and calling, "Rina! Rinaaaa!"
They had a lot of catching up to do. The Game starts here. I won't be documenting the choice posts the mule makes, just everyone's reactions. The choices are easy enough to find by just looking for the ones in the document post style.
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Posted: Thu Aug 19, 2010 7:56 pm
Manda His head-sails went back a bit at that, and Fios stared at Umbra. He sooort of got the thing about killing religious guys - as he'd never liked 'em too much himself. Though he wouldn't randomly walk up and kill somebody. If they were chasing him, sure ... which had happened a lot actually....
Uh. Anyway. "Animals? Why would'ja kill animals?" he asked - though the question was more curious than accusing.
He didn't understand. Animals were usually things to be stolen then sold off later! Especially if they were like... exotic or something. Witchneko She looked uncomfortable again. "They were watching the murder. I was quite paranoid back then." Then her eyes whipped around, and she heard the sound of David calling for his friend. "Wait, what? W-what's going on?" She grabbed Fiosdae's hand and dashed up the stairs, heading for the SOUTHWEST exit. "Come with me, something's going on!" kotaline David skidded to a halt and eyed Umbra's retreating back somewhat curiously.
"Was it somethin' I said?!" he called at her fleeing figure. Whatever it was, now he and Rina were alone in the hallway, which he supposed was for the best. "Rinasaurus, we got a damsel to save. I seen 'er on the screens upstairs, there're some grown-ups lookin' for her in a sinister manner, and I suspect that they may be the Man." He looked at his partner in crime appealingly, and fidgeted, clearly only too eager to go after the girl and be a hero. "I think she's in trouble n' all. They left to look for her and locked me in, but I got out usin' sheer ingenuity, and now we gotta find her first. Terrible things are afoot, Rina, and we need to do something about it."
"Also, if we do something about it, Dad's gonna be less likely to inflict 'orrible punishments upon me when he inevitably finds me."
With that said, he looked at her expectantly and waited for her to magically understand everything before they ran off on more of the hijinks that they tended to be notorious for. Manda Fios yelped when Umbra suddenly grabbed him and dragged him up the stairs into ... what seemed like some kind of maze? There were doors all over the place! Was this chick crazy or something? I mean, the whole killing animals cause they were ... watching her or some s**t?
And now this?
"Whoa, hang on! What are we doing?" he asked, stopping in the room with the soap and staring around for a moment.
"Maybe we should uhm. Think about it before chargin' around all over the place?" Silverah Rina let Umbra and Fiosday go - they'd been sort of dull company, as it were. Now that David was back she didn't particularly fancy talking to anyone else. She had a singular attention span and he was hers and she was his. "What, Davidodino?" she asked excitedly. Were they playing dinosaur nicknames now? Two could play that game. "A damsel in distress?" she asked, nodding rapidly as he explained the situation. "Oh, oh, oh, yes! That sounds marvy." She nodded to the direction that their prior companions had rushed off in. "So we go that way?" she supposed, and cracked her knuckles. "Well," she declared, "We can't let those fools get to her first! Your Dad'd be furious!" She grabbed David by the wrist and dragged him towards the stairs with all the might of her three-foot frame. "Come on! Let's go rescue her!" Witchneko And the room looked like...a room for the UPS. "We should go to the glass door, glass is fancy." She cocked her head to the side. "Hey, gear," she said intently, "I heard something about a damsel in distress. Maybe it's a treasure hunt! Wouldn't a princess be in the fancy rooms?" Her logic was so infallible, not even a fall could fall it. Manda He frowned at her question, eyeing the two doors. "Maaaybe but what if she's a prisoner?" His tails waved about behind him and Fiosdae grinned, the expression almost a smirk. "An' trust me... no brig has fancy doors like that," he pointed out, gesturing at the glass. Hell, he'd never even seen purple glass like that before. Maybe in a stained glass window but then it was little bitty pieces and all wavylike.
He shrugged then, not too inclined to argue. "But if you really wanna check there we can I guess." So saying, he walked over and pulled the door open to the WEST. kotaline David approved of 'Davidodino' and grinned accordingly. Rina could be depended upon to assist in any damsel-rescuing that needed doing, and as far as David knew, no one else had been around to hear, so the adventure was all theirs. "That's the Rinasaurus I know," he said cheerily. "I sort of figure Dad's gonna be furious anyway, what with me still bein' a fugitive n' all, but if I also manage to save some girl while I'm at it, I'll probably at least distract his rage." It was a shaky plan, but it was better than waving hello at Evan and feigning ignorance of his having ever been gone at all. Evan was a pretty lenient guardian, but he didn't let David off easy about everything.
As she began to drag him though, he pulled her back. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! You gotta let me lead for now, I'm the expert on the situation this time." it wasn't hard to drag Rina back considering how small she was compared to David, and he pulled her towards the stairs. "Up here, see, they ain't got no festive decorations here, and I didn't see any when I saw her." Once they reached the top, he looked around at the entrances it was possible for them to take and said "Okay, now we can both be experts, like. Which d'you reckon'll take us to Miss Ladyfriend?" David weighed the options himself, and added, "Pers'nally, I am in favour of the east, as everyone knows adventures're supposed to be kinda messy." Enoh Love All of Tek's rebuttals to redhead's obvious wrongs were lost on him when the dark skinned one started talking. Rather, demanding. Give the hand back? Pfft. Why should he? ...Well, there were many reasons, but all of them were shot down by a few very simple facts. One, redhead was stupid and there was a tiny part of him that figured she'd probably get seriously hurt if she didn't have her hand. Two, that black skinned guy was scary-serious...and Three? He also had a gun.
Number three was still the main reason, though. The brat of a criminal had been about to offer the hand back to Magda, but he was stopped when he realized there was someone else there, helping her. What the hell? Who in their right mind would help that skinny little b***h? Then came the distraction of the voice, booming on what he assumed was a PA system - but he snuck a glance around himself, just to be sure. Nope. Just the same annoying people, and none of their lips moving to match the PA. Well, good.
"Yeah. No." Tek grumbled to the announcement. Like HELL he was going to sit pretty and wait for some kidnapping psychos to interrogate him. Still holding onto Magda's hand, he climbed back to his feet and without a single word started to walk away from the entire group.
Hum. There had to be a way out of this room, right? Ears perked, he surveyed the area...and found the staircase. Completely forgetting about the order from the dark skinned one, he headed towards the stairs. Huni Pi Quilt is a terrible guardian. A terrible, terrible, terrible guardian. When his charge had lost her hand and went to look for it, he scanned the party and decided that no one was a threat and had left to wait outside. Just like that. In his defense, he was never one for gatherings as he himself had left his home to wander on his own for several years before returning.
He knew Magda was a child in body but not in mind and expected her to know how to handle herself. The only reason he came with her was at his own adopted mother's insistence. The woman never said anything about watching her like a hawk and so he had wandered towards a more secluded area of the beach. So when the ship's engines suddenly roared to life, Quilt was too far away to realize what was happening until it was too late.
As bicolored eyes stared up at the disappearing ship only one word passed his lips. "s**t."
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Immediately Magda started to panic, realizing someone had found her foot and she had no idea who it was. The missing foot wiggled its toes independently of Magda's will and felt cloth against the skin. Well, at least it wasn't a garbage bag, or a burlap sack, as far as the orange-haired girl could tell. Then again, what the hell could she do with this information? It wasn't like she was going to go around groping people for her missing limb.
At the announcement and the winged adult's departure, along with the gun, she frowned, muttering something about how things couldn't get any worse. Then another dark-skinned adult appeared, bending down towards her? Brows knitted in concern, "Whoa! Whoa! Bad touch! Bad touch!" she declared, trying to sound as child-like as she could while scrambling to her feet, well, foot.
She scanned the room, only realizing that there was no sign of her guardian and wouldn't you know it Tek was leaving. With her hand! Oh no you don't, a*****e! Gray eyes narrowed, absolutely livid as she half-hobbled, half-ran after him. "Hey! Come back here with my hand! I swear, if I lose my foot too, I am going to chop yours off!" Bloody Anubis As the girl started shouting and scrambling away from him, Daemyn stilled. He did not pursue her, simply straightening as he watched her climb to her feet. Foot. There was a wiggle in his pocket and his hand reached up reflexively to press it still, not caring for the sensation nor the thought of a living limb. Before he could ponder the strangeness, though, the intercom buzzed overhead. His long ears twitched slightly against his shoulders- questioning? He didn't think he cared for that, but it was an explanation as to why they had taken flight. No potential escape. At least, that was the idea.
By the time he looked back, the redheaded girl was stumbling off after the cat-eared boy, screaming at him about her hand which, now that he was looking, seemed to have gone missing as well. Should he tell her about the foot he had? ...No. Actually, he wanted to see this. Damn, she could really move for someone with just one foot!
Daemyn would step to follow them silently, waiting for the heat to simmer off before he offered his own spare part to the girl. It was that or five minutes before he intervened on their tiff. Whichever came sooner. Enoh Love Tek paused, looking over his shoulder and wing at her, his expression defaulting to 'I'm better than you in so many ways'. Arrogance. Yes. That. Tail swaying and wings shifting a bit, he listened to her crazy banter; someone had to, it might as well be him. His eyes rolled at her little threat, turning a bit to try and wave to her with her own hand.
"No you won't" As always, he doubted her. But with good reason, she was crazy! "Because all I have to do is run and you won't catch me." Grinning as widely as his bruises would allow, Tek once more turned his back to her...but he did let her catch up. How nice of him!
"There's no way in hell I'm being interrogated by a kidnapping lunatic. If you want your hand, you're going to have to come with me." Was it a ploy to not go alone? Maybe. "I see some doors up there, come on, Mannequin."Huni Pi Magda's face scrunched up in annoyance before returning with an equally haughty frown and a not-so-delicate snort. How did she end up in this perdicament: Forced to stumble after this b*****d of mishmashed traits like she was some sort of lackey?
He waved at her with her hand. Oh yeah. Stupid camera with the stupid bright flash stunning her into losing her hand. Stupid hand for limping towards him of all people.
"You'll have to stop and sleep at some point," she glowered, managing to catch up to him. Yes, she caught up to him. He didn't let her, no, he didn't! And anyone who says otherwise will be met with blatant denial and maybe a few cuss words for good measure. Magda is clearly the model of maturity.
At his order, she stood her ground, folding her arms across her chest. "I'm not going anywhere until I have your word you will return my hand if I accompany you," She did not trust him. Not in the least. But while he had leverage against her she would play along.
She felt her eye twitch at his little nickname. "And it's Magda," she snapped. Only now realizing she had no idea what his name is. Not that it mattered because he was an a*****e but it would be difficult if not awkward to continue on simply using Hey or You. She smirked, remembering what the cat-hybrid girl said about him. "Give me your name unless you'd rather I call you Girlie."
How nice of her to give him a choice.
He was about to start climbing the stairs when she insisted on being a stubborn brat, and once more she received a bored, if annoyed stare over his shoulder. "You're going to trust me enough to take my word for it?" He sounded understandably baffled by the news, but shrugged anyway. "Yeah fine, I'll give you your hand back...once we're back on Gaia." Which was fine, he didn't want it for any longer than that. Once more he tried turning his back to her, and once more she had his attention again when the whole name issue came up. This time though, he was scowling.
"Tek." He responded flatly. "And I take it that if I call you anything other than Magda, you'll call me that?" Grumbling as he was, he took the hand that held hers and put it behind his back, reaching out with his free hand, offering it to her. He wasn't going to tell her why, but he imagined it would be faster if Madame Hobbles had help up the stairs. Huni Pi Magda didn't think their stay on this wretched craft would last long enough they would tire themselves out, not really. But with a grudge, Magda could wait for the opportunity like no one's business. Well, at least she used to back home. Here? She isn't so certain but she's not above finding out.
The corners of her mouth curled upwards into a smile of feigned sweetness, "So far you've only proven yourself a jackass. Think of this as an opportunity to prove yourself a liar," she answered. Her head bobbed once at the condition, what sort of hostage-taker would he be if he didn't have any conditions after all. "Fine, once this heap lands back on Gaia."
Her severed hand tapped at Tek's back briefly before it clutched at his shirt, as if telling him he'd have it easier if he let it go. After all, the only way it could get back to Magda was if it crawled over him. And really, neither Magda nor her limbs are interested in copping a feel.
The saccharine smile stayed plastered on her face at his question about that little nickname she gave him. Ooooh seems she hit a sore spot. She decided to tuck this bit of ammo for later. No point in straining this temporary whatever-the-hell it was they had going on. "You read my mind," she fluttered her lids. She would have stared at his proffered hand in suspicion but as she looked up the stairs it made sense. Without another word she took his hand with a pretty firm grip, eventually noticing Daemyn had followed after them.
"Yes?" she asked, turning towards him, her gray eyes wide, wondering how long he'd been there. Her grip had intentionally tightened, both on Tek's shirt and his hand.
"Okay, Magda,"" The stress he put on the Mannequin's name was obvious; yes she apparently did hit a sore spot, even though he would probably never admit to it. His thin fingers closed around hers, gripping it just as tightly as she was gripping him. Payback was a b***h, yes. "Lets get the f---" Pausing, he looked over his shoulder again at the dark skinned new comer. The hell? When'd he show up? He recognized the man from when he attempted to pick up the Manne--Magda, but he must have dismissed him as background fodder after that.
"What?" He snapped just a second after Magda spoke, his furry wolf ears lowered against his black hair in irritation. The longer they stood there, the easier it would be for the kidnapper to question them! Unless this guy was the kidnapper, in which case...a swift kick to the balls was an order. But, for now, he just stared, waiting for an explanation. Witchneko Umbra took on a pondering look. "Ooookay, they both look icky..." she waited a moment. "Gear, decide. I'm not deciding this one. And no, we're not going back!" Her tail swished back and forth impatiently. quietsnooze Elly watches as people leave in different directions, and pauses for a good second to try and pick one for herself. "Whatchu think, Smuffers?" she asks, poking the hedgehog gently. It unravels and yawns, moving just a few inches to the left on her head. She shrugs down at her platypus, who is doing figure eights between the moose's hooves. Heke, in the meantime, is still blocking out sight of himself behind the moose's bulky body (but he determined it's a very unsafe place, after it freaked the hell out when the ship took off). It's taking all of his own nerve not to follow in the freaking out; these people just took them prisoner, essentially. And by the sight of the increase in guards, his assumption is correct. A rather young looking guard, probably a new recruit, steps out from a hallway that someone has just turned down. He looks not even teen aged, though his armor makes the boy think twice about crossing his path. Heke shuffles back behind the moose. Elly, quite bored of standing still, spins gingerly on the spot, her tail countering the motion. A bright idea hits her; she covers her eyes with one hand and extends the other with a pointed finger. She spins harder and comes to an abrupt stop, pointing, roughly, at one hallway, while successfully losing all sense of direction. "That way!" she chimes, scooping up the platypus. "Let's go!" The moose follows Elly obediently, but Heke, not paying attention to the childish teen on his right, is suddenly exposed as his cover moves away. He nearly yelps, biting his tongue and darting back behind the moose, now keeping pace. This is all the evidence the guard needs of suspicious behaviour. Drolic had sent Josh to keep a strict eye on "the one with the animals" because of the obvious disguise factor amongst any one of them. That, and whoever this woman was that the scary a** alien wanted to find, she liked her animals. Josh figures that if this woman is a mastermind like his (involuntary) new boss makes her out to be, she wouldn't show up at her own capturing party with something that'd so obviously give her away. But then, he rethinks this; maybe she would do this, knowing how obvious it'd look, therefore doing it to throw them off. He shakes his head as his thoughts become muddled up, and breathes in heavily. Eyes on the prize. He follows a few feet behind the group of weirdos into the next room - really? a stick thin blond girl with a hedgehog for a hair tie, a platypus in her arms, and a moose leaving a path of drool? And he swears he saw a kid with green hair follow them in. Bloody Anubis It was the typical bickering of children, name-calling and petty threats. He listened off-handedly, more concerned with studying the way they were going than watching the two get into some sort of slap fight. Once he was addressed, those fathomless black eyes acknowledge the pair again.
"Excuse me. I didn't want to interrupt you," He replied in a smooth, dark baritone, the corners of his lips twitching just faintly. "I think I have something that belongs to you, Magda," Black fingers pulled the limb free of the inner breast pocket of his suit jacket. He showed it to the redhead, but he was impeccably tall and it was unlikely she could reach it unless she jumped for it. "May I accompany you two?"
He seemed so polite it might have taken a second to confirm that, yes, he was holding the girl's foot as a hostage. Silverah Rina swept her gaze past all doors, turning in a curt circle as she hemmed and hawwed at each of them. She nodded enthusiastically to David's proposal. "East it is!" she agreed. Messy adventures were the best adventures, and no mind to ruining her clothes - Sandra would just look threateningly at her and then toss them out. "Oy, David," she said, "There's a bit of map on the wall." She studied the map, but seeing no glaring "YOU ARE HERE," reasoned it was no use. She pulled David through the grimy eastern door. "So," she declared. "East! East is the best direction--" Manda Fiosdae frowned, considering the choices. He had a weird feeling that they shouldn't go any farther west ... plus the skull sticker just said 'no'. So it was either go back or crawl through a hole.
Finally, he shrugged and pointed to the SOUTH. "Through there! That is, unless you're claustrophobic or somethin. But either way I'm going." So saying, he headed for the hole. Witchneko Umbra whimpered a bit, heading for the hole; but let Fiosde crawl through first. And she followed him SOUTHEnoh Love Huni Pi Magda stared at the big man, particularly the foot he held. Her foot. Hers! The orange-haired girl's lips pinched into a tight line. Does everyone on this wretched mudball want a piece of her? If she had any confidence in her severed limbs she would have let go of Tek and hurled her remaining hand at the dark-skinned adult to snatch her foot away. Except going to pieces was what got her in this mess in the first place so no, she decided against that.
An orange brow arched at the "request" to accompany them. She turned her gray eyes at Tek, on the one hand (she has got to stop dwelling on the puns) the big guy could serve as a meat shield should they get attack. On the other she really didn't need to deal with another limb-napper.
"Yes, that's my foot and I would appreciate it very much if you gave it back, Mister...?" she asked, giving him a pleasant smile even though she was seething on the inside. She just can't win, can she? This will teach her to attend a beach party held in an alien ship. "As for accompanying us, I have no qualms," she dropped all pretense of being a child in the sharpness of her eyes. "But I handed the reigns of leadership over to this a*****e here as I'm somewhat handicapped." Magda really ought to stop it with the puns before they got out of hand.
Red eyes rolled in annoyance as the puns continued, breifly tightening his grip on the disembodied hand behind his back. Seriously? Knock it off, it was getting annoying! Being named the leader made him grin though, that cocky little grin that he'd come to adopt since his growth spurt. For a moment he eyed the big guy, ears still lowered in thought; would he try to take the leaderships reigns from him? He had already helped Magda once before, or at least tried to...would he do it again? Still, he had to admit the guy was huge, and one could not have too many meat shields...
"I'm okay with it. Strength in numbers and whatnot." Tek agreed slowly, a bit more hesitantly than Magda. "T-B-H It might make it easier." The criminal didn't bother giving his name; if he knew Magda's he was bound to have figured his out. Instead, he perked his ears and looked behind him, up the stairs. "I'll meet you up there, and you can do whatever crazy voodoo s**t to put your foot back on." Tek shook his hand free of Magda's, letting the newcomer deal with the orange haired psycho. He still had a hold of her other hand and he went bounding up the stairs, looking around with interest. The map had his immediate attention, and he wandered over, tilting his head and studying it, going as far as to run his fingers over it.
Could it come off the wall? Even though they didn't have the 'YOU ARE HERE' part to it, it could still be useful if they had it on their person...
Bloody Anubis "Daemyn." He divulged, idly tracing the arch of said foot with the pad of his thumb, his short nail lightly pressing into the skin in a secret experiment to see if the girl would feel it. "Of course you may have it back. I found it in the other room and confess I thought the worst had become of the owner. You must imagine my relief." His face showed very little to speak of. His finger continued to idly scritch scritch scritch, though, like a nervous habit. He knew damn well what he was doing.
Only when she conceded to giving her permission did his eyelids lower in a feline sort of amusement, and he allowed a curl of lips. He had not heard Magda's long line of puns, so it was still novel to him and he appreciated her brand of wit. Much more tasteful than the cursing, though he didn't mind that either and was certainly subject to his own share. "I'm glad you both agree."
He turned the foot over to the redhead without further ado, lingering to see how she put it on with a clinical fascination. He was much more tactful than to just outright oggle her, though, simply lingering like he was waiting for her while watching her from his peripherals.
"What's to be seen, Tek?" He called up the stair. He'd follow Magda up once she was done, content to play the rear guard for now. Enoh Love Huni Pi The spelling out of aconyms annoyed Magda more than the puns, if only because she wasn't nearly as familiar with them as she would have liked to be. Her eyes narrowed at Tek as he headed up the stairs and snorted none too graciously. Voodoo s**t indeed. She let out something that was half-yelp and half-smothered giggle at Daemyn's little experiment. She shot him daggers with her eyes, wishing she wasn't as ticklish as she was.
Relieved, she snatched her appendage back, crouching down to bring the stub of her ankle towards the stub of her foot. Upon contact the flesh fused back together seamlessly, as if they had never been severed.
"Thank you for the concern," she smiled at the big man, wiggling her toes in a test of control. Yep, back to normal. That just left one more body part and she'd be herself again. Quickly she scurried up after Tek, briefly taking in their new surroundings before focusing her attention at the Map the winged boy was studying.
"Where to now, oh fearless leader?" she asked, trying to mask the anxiety in her voice with mocking deference. She didn't know how close their proximity was to their party hosts slash kidnappers and frankly she would rather not know. Best to keep moving than wait around like sitting ducks. "Or should we let someone better equipped take charge?" she idly gestured towards Daemyn's direction. Clearly Magda wanted to shot at the role of leader. It was just easier to abandon ship that way.
Magda's little mock received a threatening growl, his tail lashing for a moment in irritation before he forced himself to calm down. It was fine, don't get worked up, she's just a stupid little b***h... Eventually it worked enough and he sighed, waving a hand in dismissal at her; or rather, flipped her off with his hand waving in dismissal. "S-T-F-U Magda, yer givin me a headache. Let's G-F-T-O before they realize we're gone." He growled out, not-so-gently tugging the captured hand off of the back of his shirt to wave to his rag tag crew with it. "We're going that way." He nodded to the door to the South as well as gestured to it using Magda's freckled hand as a pointer-staff, and turned to walk towards it and through it without waiting for any objections.
Gabriel Night After seeing all the craziness going on in the ship Ephesians took over dominants of the body for the first time, maybe ever .... "WE are finding out whats happening" he stated.
Autumnus felt it in his gut to listen to his brother , they went up stairs figuring the ship controls would be in the middle of the ship. Both brothers wanted answers , why did they .... or more like it Autumnus get tricked into going to the fake party. They found the gray area only to realize the lama followed them , Mr.Lama moved slow but both of the boys liked him. They went out the SOUTHWEST door. Silverah Maybe they ought to have paid more attention to the map, because upon passing through the grimy door, they had become hopelessly lost. Rina tugged on David's sleeve. "I reckon East wasn't the best direction after all, Davidodino." She glanced behind them into the gloom from which they had come. "We ought'er turn around." kotaline David stepped into the room and frowned. "I reckon you're right about that. Maybe east is just usually th' right direction." The room they had entered was ridiculously confusing, and though David usually handled ridiculously confusing well on account of being ridiculously confusing himself, this room stumped even him. However, this didn't do much to daunt him. The only things that really made him nervous were dangerous looking, being lost didn't seem dangerous at all to him. He looked around for a moment, then decided, "C'mon, let's go on in and try to suss out where to go."
Hopefully they wouldn't be stuck here. David had a good sense of direction, but he had never been forced to navigate anything more difficult than a Pizza Adventure play area before. Gabriel Night Mr.Lama quickly goes through a purple sliding glass door to the WEST. With no bickering the boys fallowed him. Will they regret this decision or will it bear much fruit? kotaline After a bit of productive wandering, David found that he and Rina wandered right out of the whatever-that-room-was. He looked back and dusted his hands, saying, "Okay, that's enough of that, eh, Rinasaurus?" This damsel-saving thing was taking longer than he thought it would. In movies it always seemed pretty straightforward, or at least involved less guesswork. Well, he supposed that if everything was like the movies, he'd be taller and have some kind of wisecracking animal sidekick (And if he called Rina a wisecracking animal, it would be him in the doghouse).
"But where to go now, hm?" He stroked his chin thoughtfully. East had been no good, and he had chosen that one, but maybe the second time was the charm. "I b'lieve that in situations such as this, we gotta follow the sage advice of kung-fu movies, like, and go west, young man." He glanced over at Rina, grinning. "What d'you think of that?" Silverah "Right-e-oh, Davidodino," nodded Rina. At least they were out of wherever they'd been, back right to where they'd started. As little sense as that made - they'd been lost, hadn't they? "Journey to the west," agreed Rina. "Aye-aye, captain," she declared, and made for the nondescript door across from the one that had gotten them lost. "West is the best! East is the least!" It rhymed. Clearly, this was divine providence that was pushing them through that door. kotaline "A little wet, but better," David noted as his feet splashed on the floor. "Let's get goin' 'fore I ruin my shoes, though." He looked around and then picked a door at random. "That one, the puffy one." He trod over to it and balanced himself on the threshold, reaching a hand out for Rina. "I dunno about you, but it don't look damp in there, and I ain't about to wreck perfectly good footwear savin' some damsel I don't even know yet." Sure, he had a soft spot for girls, but it was a soft spot, not a soggy one.
"Good show that we c'n get out of here easy though, huh? Guess martial arts movie advice ain't too shaky." David nodded approvingly, having known all along that Hollywood had to be good for something other than killing a few hours while Evan was out. Silverah "This door has better fashion sense," agreed Rina, hopping up onto the threshhold beside him and giving the puffy handle a jiggle. Her shoes were soaked, but it was sort of okay because they were sandals. "No, those old asian masters totes know what they're talking about," agreed Rina, and leaned on the handle, pushing the sound-proofed eastern door open. She gestured for David to go ahead of her. "Ladies first!"
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