Transcripted RP posts
(I pray I did this right)A faint humming sound rung through the air coming softly from the east. But every second the humming grew louder. Louder and more irritating. After a few minutes the hum had become a roar. The roar of a bizarre and odd looking machine.
The wheels of a motorcycle, with spikes pointing from them, the body of a monster crouched to pounce, this behemoth was as ugly as it was cool. Angry silver eyes as unlit headlights and clenched fangs to form a radiator this monstercycle appeared to clash with its rider.
Wearing tight black pants adorned with beaded tassles and pink flames the rider appeared to have woken up on the wrong side of the 1960s. A tight midriff bearing blue and white striped spandex top, sleeves rolled up at the ends to reveal fingerless black leather gloves, was most definately not the type of outfit one should be wearing on such a vehicle. The white glitter open toed pumps worn without socks revealed bright red toenails adorned with rhinestones almost as tacky looking as the rest of the getup. The only practical part of the rider's attire was the helmet. A crimson shimmery helmet with a painted skull on it had been the original design but even this had been turned gaudy and cheap looking with large gold embelishments and feathers hanging here and there.
Stopping the vehicle near to Angel, the rider seemed to be checking if they'd lost an earring or some strange piece of unnecessary jewelery. The loud monster of a vehicle's roar did not silence just because the brakes were on. This irresponsible seeming being hadn't even bothered to shut off the motor when stopping the beast much to the dismay of those who were sleeping or not in the mood for loud noises.
Angel gave a stern, scrutinizing eye to the gaudy ball of bad taste that had just rolled noisily her way. An eyesore, she noted mentally, twisting her lip sideways. But nonetheless, she was in earshot, despite the racket of the engine, and while she was bored, she figured she might as well.
"Yyestalla is doomed," she blurted, hardly caring at all what sort of reaction she'd get.
Well, if it was true, it should be said. News was pointless if you couldn't spread it, even if you are indifferent. Who knows? One of these sightless people might actually give a damn.
Not that she was at all confident that this glitzy motorcyclist did.
The rider, hearing this suprisingly over the noise of her engine promptly shut off the monsterous vehicle and turned to face Angel, flipping up her helmet as she did. Long bright pink hair fell from the removed headcovering and framed a pale currently sour face. Violet lips, aqua shadowed eyes, silver sparkling liner and horrible taste in makeup was reveal as the woman stood and came closer.
"And just what makes you say that, hm?" she said, with a thick accent that made her sound like she was in the mafia or from brooklin, or some crazy combination of the two.
The sound of her voice hit like a train wreck. Ugh, dialect.... Her native tongue left a nasty dialect if neglected, but she was very careful not to let it slip. This person, on the other hand, butchered the language entirely. Nonetheless, she had asked a question, and Angel was all too eager to spread the dismal news.
"Our goddess died. Our world is doomed." she answered with a minimal tonal change. "Just thought I'd let people know so they can spread the word and not go there."
Eh, it was an awkward thing to do, but she didn't care. If need be she would just shimmy back through her tree and on to her home with her husband. And true, the other worlds needed to know to avoid her home at all costs.
Or, in an extreme case, save it.
The woman laughed in her butchered dialect. "That's what you think. But I highly doubt one who loved their world would leave it with no hope whatsoever whether they had a choice about dying or not. Your goddess will have left your home a hope. One way or another." she, showing her slightly pointed teeth.
Walking back to her monster vehicle she put her helmet down, turning on the radio loudly with the intent of irritating the woman. She wasn't too keen on this woman with her bad attitude. Negative people got on her nerves. They had to go and try to ruin a good day. But she with her tacky clothing and intentionally bad dialect made sure to get on their nerves before they got on hers.
Not only tacky, but a self-proclaimed psychic? Either she had heard of it, or she'd taken a lucky guess. More than likely, by the look of her, the latter. And a very, very lucky guess. Angel quirked a brow and nodded, speaking unfazedly over the radio. "Well, if Daire's goofy prophecy goes through, maybe, but otherwise I negate your point with a simple no, is that alright?"
Angel's husband had trained her in the art of being a twit, and twit it was at this moment. And that thought caused a wry smile to twitch at her lip.
"The foolish assume when they do not know. The brave wait and see. But I tell you this once and I dare you to forget it." she said darkly, accent seeming to vanish for one split second as her crystaline eyes flashed. And with that she turned off the radio and went to get a drink at the nearby cafe.
Angel made a grimace of confusion after the walking gay lounge, cracking a sarcastic chuckle. Her eyes dashed down to her basket, and she winced. Bah. Empty. I should have brought one of those darned things, now that I think about it.
Shrugging, she turned for the tree again, eyeing an apple longingly, pouting at its being out of reach. Can't eat these apples anyway. she thought. I love apples...... but I don't feel like falling at Arri Rakhavis' feet again.....
She giggled inwardly at the memory of the gargantuan king staring down at her in confusion and placed her hand on the knot at the trunk, speeding through to home once again.
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Coming back out of the cafe, a large cappacino in hand, the woman found that the pus bubble of pessimism had finally left meaning that she could get an apple without getting yelled at. Walking over to the tree, her large height and oversized platforms made her able to reach a high branch easily. But as she pulled the apple from the tree something very strange seemed to be happening around her. Though she was much more intent upon her apple than on the fact that she was being transported to somewhere she most likely had never even heard of.
The woman stared around the place she'd ended up without much amusement. Chewing her apple as she took in the designs, and the architecture she marveled at the fact that she'd managed to get whereever it was that she was located without spilling her drink.
After she'd finished her bite she mumbled in a seemingly non-accented tone. "So apple trees are being used as portals now.....whatever happened to good old falling down a hole into another world I'll never know." she mumbled with a shrug, wandering through the halls, not quite sure where it was she was going. Not like she'd never bumbled into crazy places before. After all she'd managed to bumble into all parts of her home and had eventually ended up getting a monstercycle outta it.
What was it her mother had told her last time she'd ended up somewhere she didn't recognize. At that moment her mother's shrill voice filled her head. "Preheat oven to 350 then marinate for 3-6 hours!" she blinked a few times and looked for an oven. Oh wait, that'd been the wrong memory. Well it wasn't as if her mother ever said anything important. It'd probably been along the lines of the oven thing anyway.
So now, in search of something to do, the brave and looney lady wandered through the halls. So far she'd found a really large mouse napping in a hole she probably could have done jumping jacks in the doorway off.
Noticing the rather large beings wandering around, the woman decided that it was time to be discrete. Hastily reaching into her pockets she pulled out a handkerchief, a compact and a hairtie. Hastily removing her makeup she revealed a pretty pale face that wasn't so hard to look at. Closing the compact quickly in disgust at the sight she quickly tied back her hair, now exposing the underside of it which was a deep blue color and a lot less easy to notice than her usual pinkness. Replacing the items in her pockets she quietly snuck after them, managing to make it back to the room she'd been in before just as another figure slowly seemed to materialize in the room. And with her luck it just had to be the pessimistic pain in the rear end from earlier.
"You!" Angel instinctively cried, stomping her foot a little. She grinned wide, both angry and amused, and approached her, hand fumbling about her basket for a moment.
Admittedly, without her makeup she'd barely recognized her. But Angel was good with faces. She grasped the twin scrolls and pulled them from her basket, presenting them to Kendra with a tilt of her head.
"You wanna talk about hope? Keep these." she huffed. "And you need to get out of here, got it? Follow me to the spring, there's a manmade portal there we can follow back to the tree."
"Fine by me." the woman said calmly, not bothering to fake the accent this time. She was too intent on studying the spiffy little objects in her hands. She followed softly, not clunking her boots as she moved. A lolian born woman is taught to walk gracefully and when she wasn't trying to do the opposite of that the training tended to seep through. "Dear Veserion what strange fortunes have you delivered to me from her ladyship." she muttered in awe at the scrolls. Then she placed them in the inner pocket of her jacket-which due to the jacket's making fell just over her heart- and payed more attention to the way they were walking.
Angel led the walking distraction in disguise down the corridor from the direction she'd just approached, in the dank accesses that wound their way to the fountain of Thetrachia. She'd half hoped to shove her in the water once they'd gotten there, but knowing that some fate of Yyestalla was in her hands, she decided just to take her home.
They approached a great seal engraved into the eastern wall, brandished in gold and rough gemstones, somewhat ornate, but without real pattern. Angel's hand raised to its center and leaned on it. Instantly reality warped.
Begrudgingly she grasped Kendra's shoulder. "Gotta hold onto you while we do this or you won't go through."
A swirl of reality placed them back at the apple tree, under the fragrant branches of Gaia's side of the worlds.
Kendra blinked calmly as if she'd not been once again transported somewhere. It had happened a lot in her life and she was getting pretty used to it. With a shrug towards the woman and a soft thanks in her resumed dialect the woman slung her helmet back on and exited the scene, heading for home and a good long think about this
Okay so go out to find that lady right? Well when I do she's in like a spiffy mood for some reason-I think she's hormonal but I unno- and she tells me the word means "You" which makes a ton of sense cause it goes with the thing and its good cause I don't really wanna name a kid 'lobster' or something in another language. That would be kinda annoying. So she all says something innvolving child gods and pretty much these are like clues to how to find them. And I'm all okay that kinda makes sense okie dokie. And so I'm trying to figure out where I'd find these things and I think it might be that place I was in before for some reason. Cause it mentions that giant mousehole I found. Spiffy I get to follow a giant mouse. 
Spiffeh