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 Posted: Fri Jul 21, 2006 8:41 pm
( *laughs at her title* any suggestions? lol
long story short about ris
shes a vampire but in the past she was experimented on with demonic blood and thusly can be out in the sun blahblah lol)
Risika gazed towards the sun, her eyes lingering just outside of the burning rays. She was still getting used to seeing the sun after so long. The vampiress smiled, amussed at her 'fortune'. Her hands were placed upon the messanger bag in her lap, clutching at her Relic. Although no one would notice this, for the relic was hidden deep inside the bag for safe keeping. She was recently known to absentmindedly grope the stone for comfort.
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Posted: Fri Jul 21, 2006 8:47 pm
((I tend to like naming RPs only after figuring out what the general theme is xd
And Jan's... er... a person o_O She's the publisher/editor/writer/sole staff member of a Gaian tabloid known as The World Weakly. Yeah xd ; Also not quite human, but that's just behavioral razz ))
Thing was, she didn't know a single thing about... er... anthropology, for one. Or parenthood, for another. Sheez, you walk into one little museum, one dinky little museum and you come out with one weirdly powerful little hunk of stone. Ish. Stuff. Er... because... yeah... weird stuff... and all that jazz.
Jan kicked a rock despondently before flopping down on a bench by another woman, disregarding all proprietary things like personal bubbles and turning the rock-thing over and over in her hands. She liked it - would make a good paperweight, in all likelihood. But all this stuff about... enh. She'd heard about some pretty weird stuff in her time, even seen some of it personally - some of it even went into her tabloid. But this? She was responsible for this, and that made it weiiiird.
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Posted: Fri Jul 21, 2006 9:30 pm
( yeeaaa good idea, i'll just leave it for now and then change it later lol unless you got a better deal now? ))
Risika was soon jostled from her daze by the new pressance beside her. She turned her head slowly, gazing at the woman who had sat beside her. She couldn't really see her new guest, due to the spots dancing across her vision, but nonetheless she was ready to bark her displeasure.
She ran her gaze quickly down the woman as she opened her mouth to object her company but the words were stalled in her throat. Her eyes were down glued upon what looked like a relic within the woman's hands. Risika could only see glimpses of it from between the woman's hands, but she was sure that it was a relic like her own.
She slowly closed her mouth, but the frown from her earlier anger still stuck upon her face.
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Posted: Fri Jul 21, 2006 9:40 pm
((Hm.... Relicbearers Anonymous? XD; I've used a similar title in the past, but... I like the implications :3))
Jan was in many ways what one would be inclined to write off as non-descript. Perhaps a little on the short side, with darkish hair and a plain, somewhat androgynous, baggy dress sense. Whenever the sunspots did clear from the other woman's eyes, she probably wouldn't be too impressed.
Unaware of the disturbance she'd caused the other, Jan paused in turning her new favorite rock, holding it in one hand for a moment, then putting it in the other. Apparently deciding that there was nothing special about the relic's weight, she held it up in the air, to examine it in the light of the sun, remembering a moment later why one generally doesn't look directly at the sun and blinking furiously for her troubles.
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Posted: Fri Jul 21, 2006 10:00 pm
( *does so*)
After blinking a few times, Risika wiped the frown from her face, still watching the relic in the other woman's hands.
" Aduthule?" She mummbled. She then ripped her gaze from the relic that was placed within the sun and watched the woman beside her. She took in her normal accountance, shrugging her off as a threat. If the other woman had a relic, much like herself, there shouldn't be much of a reason for her to be on the alert.
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Posted: Sat Jul 22, 2006 1:28 pm
There was that funny word again. Jan prided herself on a talent for languages in the most rudimentary form. She could wrap her mind around the basics of most grammatical patterns, given a little practice and a big heavy textbook with which to beat herself (or an instructor) over the head with. Aduthule, however... The word stuck with her in a way she'd never expected any word to stick - in a way she suspected 'diarrhea' stuck to those who didn't speak English and considered it 'pretty sounding'.
Only she knew the meaning of aduthule. Capital 'A'? Bah. Who knew? No one'd bothered to tell her or anything, sheez. "Yeah," she noted absent-mindedly to the other woman, "What's it to ye?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 22, 2006 3:23 pm
Her brow furrowed at the other woman's tone, or was it her imagination? She was known to overexagerate and make everything against her.
"Whats it to me?" she thought, her hand cluthing at the hidden relic within her messanger bag.
" I do have been chosen to care for a stone, such as yourself. Although, yours is quite different from mine..." The last of her statement was more of an outloud mussing to herself.
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Posted: Sun Jul 23, 2006 9:48 pm
Oh--oh--ohhh--oh yay! Sweet! Great things covered in chocolate with only a tiny side of cheese but the option of lots of mochi! Yes! "Really?" Jan said, a rather anticlimatic summary of all the wonder-bounce-joy-yes thoughts colliding like oh so many atoms creating heat in her head. She scooted closer to the woman sharing her bench (yes, her bench, hers) and looked intently at the messenger bag the other guarded so closely. "Is it in there? What's it called? I mean, 'cause these things are kinda like pet rocks, right? I'm thinking of naming mine Grendel."
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Posted: Sun Jul 23, 2006 10:46 pm
Risika inched back from the other woman, clutching her closer to her body.
" It is, but I am hesitant to taking it out." She stared at the other woman as she spoke of a 'pet rock' and what its name was. She was slightly stunned that this woman didn't really know what the relic in her hands was. She decided to try and explain, less the poor beings in the other woman's hands suffer her ignorance.
" Uh, it is not a pet rock actually. Beings are actually supposed to emerge from this relic. Two actually." She paused and let the idea soak into the other woman's mind.
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Posted: Sun Jul 23, 2006 11:51 pm
Throwing up her arms in that 'heaven help us' exasperation so common to the character on the TV program who can break down the fourth wall, Jan rolled her eyes with a loud and indulgent sigh, "See, that's where I've got a problem," she announced, head thrown back and waving the relic in the air, shadow flashing over their heads.
"What sort of reproductive method produces rocks?" she moved the relic to wave it closer to the other woman's face. "That's not the worst of it, though - why me?" clear whining. "Why two? Duality's kind of like an ultimatum, don't you think? The implications of duality actually existing are philosophically ginormous!" and... not so much of the whining.
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Posted: Mon Jul 24, 2006 11:53 pm
Risika watched the other woman handle the relic with a strained look. THe way she waved it around made Risika slightly on edge, like watchign a toddler play too close to an expensive vase. Her grip suddenly grew tighter upon her own relic.
" Everything happens for a reason," was the only thing she could comprehend to mutter. " Usually it's easier for one to not question the way things are? Plus, we do live in an odd world..."
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 7:11 pm
Odd world? Ahahaha. How ironic. How cutely simple. Odd wasn't the half of it, to Jan's experience, as her experience tended to deal with the downright bizarre and/or nonsensical. It was in her blood, her upbringing - and it'd followed her all the way to Gaia. Goody glee. Odd indeed.
Jan pursed her lips at the woman in a slight pout, "Everything happens for a reason?" she echoed, "What are you, Hegelian? How do you know that, anyway? I mean, sheez - if everything happens for a reason, than the reason I've got this rock is probably so whatever comes out of it gets to die real quickly." It wasn't pessimism so much as a healthy, honest evaluation of Jan's parenting skills.
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 7:43 pm
Risika held back a snarl, the other woman was starting to annoy her.
" I happen to be someone who has experienced such a statement." She took a deep breath then, keeping her anger in check before she got out of control.
" Also, I am sure that the Gaurdian wouldn't have given you that relic if he thought you would kill the Thule..." Risika sighed deeply, tearing her darkening gaze away from the woman and placing it upon her messanger bag. She had similar doubts about being able to correctly care for these beings, but as she had said, the Gaurdian would not have permitted her to take hold of such an artifact unless he was certain she was worthy.
" You would be surprised on how a person can change once they have another being in their care, that depends completely and utterly upon you." These were words of deffiante experience.
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 9:42 pm
Oh goody, sentiment. Just what she needed in her job experience. Only... only she really had to stop thinking about her job right now, 'cause it was turning out to be the antithesis of parenthood in lots of ways. With parenting, she was responsible for being there every second of the day - to care for beings that 'completely and utterly depended' on her, as the woman had said. It wouldn't be a matter of cleaning up the mess that got left behind, of forcing oneself to sit back and let matters get worse and worse until they could go no further and all that was left was to sweep up the day and close the door on it. No... parenthood required nurturing, attention, staying up all hours of the night, breast-feeding.
Ye Gods.
Breast-feeding.
Having fallen silent through her contemplation, a blank expression drawing across her face - one most mistook for a daydream about sandwiches or some other mundane activity - Jan's lips took on a mildly distressed frown at the thought of the last two words. "...What do they eat? I don't even know what they eat!" she said finally, slumping down and now cradling the relic close to her belly. That she'd practically changed the subject barely occurred to her.
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 9:49 pm
Risika watched the woman fall into a silent thought, growing scared that maybe she had forgotten entirely where she was.
" I hope she's not like that fish on the movie that Aubrey watched. Nemo...I think. Oh gawd I hope she's not another Dori," she thought frantically. As the woman took a breath to speak, she half expected her to ask whom she was.
" What do they eat?"
Risika almost fell over form the mere question itself, but once she spared a thought about it, she too became silent. What DID they eat? With a moment of silence she slowly turned towards the other woman, her face screwed in concern.
" You know...I have no idea what they eat," she muttered frantically.
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