05-16-2015, 12:23 PM
The only thing that kept her mind off of the questions was the beautiful sight in front of her. That was what she was focusing on as she sat up against the trunk of an over-sized cherry tree, admiring the view of the artificial park in front of her. Her eyes twinkled a bit as she soaked in the environment, especially the peak of the mountain in the distance, and how very real everything felt. She knew she was in some mystical universe where anything was possible, but right here, right now - she was just content to enjoy the sight of a mountain from her spot in a giant cherry tree.
But somehow, no matter how pretty the view in front of her was, Claire Ferguson always came back to the questions. The hows and the whys. Despite being greeted by what she assumed was this world 'God,' he didn't really shed any light on anything. He spoke, sure, and she listened. But for all of his wisdom and words, this Omni character didn't actually say anything of use. She still had no idea how she got there, and even worse she didn't know what to do from here. She was a strange creature in a strange land. For now, she had this tournament - a survival competition. That took care of 'what do I do NOW?' But what about later? What was she doing after that?
That was the real problem she had. Not now. But after this tournament was over and she was whisked back to where ever she was before this, where would she go? She had no friends, no real idea of the landscape around her. She had heard people talk of cities and towns, so she knew there had to be a central location somewhere. But even then, what would she do when she got there? Find a house? Make a friend? That all seemed pointless. Were there jobs for her to apply to? How would she pay for things? It was a really odd for feeling for her, as someone that always had a purpose in life. She had to survive against Apocalypse. She had the X-Men. She had the Exiles. But now? She just had a blank canvas and was told to 'paint.' Paint what, though?
Her pink, pointy ear twitched as she heard something rustling underneath. She leaned over to the left to look down under the branch she was sitting on, watching as a young human climbed his way to her. He had clearly seen her, and was making his way up the branches expertly towards her. She tensed a bit, not sure what to do expect - the boy obviously had skills at climbing, judging by the way he was hopping from branch to branch. He finally found the branch she was on, and without looking at her, flopped himself down and sat there comfortably, dangling a limb from the seat.
"Worker or competitor?" He asked while popping a small red piece of fruit into his mouth. She assumed it was a cherry, given the kind of tree they were relaxing in. When he finally made eye contact with her, she could see his face contort a bit, as if surprised. Maybe he was surprised she was pink, or had pointy ears, or bright green clothing on. Or maybe he was just not expecting a girl.
She thought the question was worded funny, and couldn't resist poking fun. "Why would a worker be sitting up here in a tree doing nothing?" She asked right back.
"Ditching work," he guessed.
She pondered that. "I guess that would make sense." She admitted. "I'm competing." She shifted her weight on a bit on the branch, looking down again to judge how far up there. The technical term of the distance would be defined as 'really fucking high up.' She whistled a bit to exaggerate what she had just seen, as if mimicking the sound of Wile E. Coyote dropping off a cliff.
"I am too," the boy told her. Again, she had assumed he had to be competing because why else would he be climbing a giant cherry tree and steal the fruits on his way up? But on the other hand, she had to admit that he didn't look like he was a fighter. He just looked like a nerd. In a good way. "My name is Neal," he introduced. He smiled at her as he popped another cherry between his lips.
"Blink," she said. She wasn't in the habit of giving her real name to strangers. She moved from her bottom to her feet, squatting on the tree so the green garb she was wearing hung between her legs and exposed her magenta knees. "Well, good talk," she told him, clearly bringing an end to the abrupt conversation. She moved up in her position to stand, carefully balancing herself on the thick branch, just in case.
He looked over at her as she moves, putting a hand on the branch as well to keep himself upright while she moved. "Where are you going?" he asked her. "Was it something I said?"
"I'm going up there," she pointed to the top of the mountain. It was steep at the top, but leading up to it was more like a grassy hill. It would easy to get up to that part, at least. "I have a pretty aggressive means of travel. You couldn't keep up." He raised his brow. She assumed he didn't like that comment. She just smiled at him, clearly teasing. "No offense," she added.
"I'm kind of offended," the boy named Neal told her. "I can keep up."
She smirked, happy that he took the bait. He obviously was a good climber, but now she could really see what she was made of. Could he follow her through all of her portals? Even without the means to teleport, she was pretty damn fast. She walked closer to him, her arms outstretched from her body to keep her balance, as if she was about to start flapping if she fell. She grinned at him one more time - it could have been a challenge, or just a nice way to say goodbye, however he took it.
The pink creature turned to the right and looked up at the artificial sun staring at her. For a brief moment, she enjoyed the glow of that star, letting it bask over her elvish features, and then she leaned backwards. She dropped off the branch, flipping back, and disappearing into a portal in mid-fall. The gateway remained open for a few moments in case the boy wanted to follow her in her journey to higher ground.
But somehow, no matter how pretty the view in front of her was, Claire Ferguson always came back to the questions. The hows and the whys. Despite being greeted by what she assumed was this world 'God,' he didn't really shed any light on anything. He spoke, sure, and she listened. But for all of his wisdom and words, this Omni character didn't actually say anything of use. She still had no idea how she got there, and even worse she didn't know what to do from here. She was a strange creature in a strange land. For now, she had this tournament - a survival competition. That took care of 'what do I do NOW?' But what about later? What was she doing after that?
That was the real problem she had. Not now. But after this tournament was over and she was whisked back to where ever she was before this, where would she go? She had no friends, no real idea of the landscape around her. She had heard people talk of cities and towns, so she knew there had to be a central location somewhere. But even then, what would she do when she got there? Find a house? Make a friend? That all seemed pointless. Were there jobs for her to apply to? How would she pay for things? It was a really odd for feeling for her, as someone that always had a purpose in life. She had to survive against Apocalypse. She had the X-Men. She had the Exiles. But now? She just had a blank canvas and was told to 'paint.' Paint what, though?
Her pink, pointy ear twitched as she heard something rustling underneath. She leaned over to the left to look down under the branch she was sitting on, watching as a young human climbed his way to her. He had clearly seen her, and was making his way up the branches expertly towards her. She tensed a bit, not sure what to do expect - the boy obviously had skills at climbing, judging by the way he was hopping from branch to branch. He finally found the branch she was on, and without looking at her, flopped himself down and sat there comfortably, dangling a limb from the seat.
"Worker or competitor?" He asked while popping a small red piece of fruit into his mouth. She assumed it was a cherry, given the kind of tree they were relaxing in. When he finally made eye contact with her, she could see his face contort a bit, as if surprised. Maybe he was surprised she was pink, or had pointy ears, or bright green clothing on. Or maybe he was just not expecting a girl.
She thought the question was worded funny, and couldn't resist poking fun. "Why would a worker be sitting up here in a tree doing nothing?" She asked right back.
"Ditching work," he guessed.
She pondered that. "I guess that would make sense." She admitted. "I'm competing." She shifted her weight on a bit on the branch, looking down again to judge how far up there. The technical term of the distance would be defined as 'really fucking high up.' She whistled a bit to exaggerate what she had just seen, as if mimicking the sound of Wile E. Coyote dropping off a cliff.
"I am too," the boy told her. Again, she had assumed he had to be competing because why else would he be climbing a giant cherry tree and steal the fruits on his way up? But on the other hand, she had to admit that he didn't look like he was a fighter. He just looked like a nerd. In a good way. "My name is Neal," he introduced. He smiled at her as he popped another cherry between his lips.
"Blink," she said. She wasn't in the habit of giving her real name to strangers. She moved from her bottom to her feet, squatting on the tree so the green garb she was wearing hung between her legs and exposed her magenta knees. "Well, good talk," she told him, clearly bringing an end to the abrupt conversation. She moved up in her position to stand, carefully balancing herself on the thick branch, just in case.
He looked over at her as she moves, putting a hand on the branch as well to keep himself upright while she moved. "Where are you going?" he asked her. "Was it something I said?"
"I'm going up there," she pointed to the top of the mountain. It was steep at the top, but leading up to it was more like a grassy hill. It would easy to get up to that part, at least. "I have a pretty aggressive means of travel. You couldn't keep up." He raised his brow. She assumed he didn't like that comment. She just smiled at him, clearly teasing. "No offense," she added.
"I'm kind of offended," the boy named Neal told her. "I can keep up."
She smirked, happy that he took the bait. He obviously was a good climber, but now she could really see what she was made of. Could he follow her through all of her portals? Even without the means to teleport, she was pretty damn fast. She walked closer to him, her arms outstretched from her body to keep her balance, as if she was about to start flapping if she fell. She grinned at him one more time - it could have been a challenge, or just a nice way to say goodbye, however he took it.
The pink creature turned to the right and looked up at the artificial sun staring at her. For a brief moment, she enjoyed the glow of that star, letting it bask over her elvish features, and then she leaned backwards. She dropped off the branch, flipping back, and disappearing into a portal in mid-fall. The gateway remained open for a few moments in case the boy wanted to follow her in her journey to higher ground.
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