07-02-2018, 09:26 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-02-2018, 09:28 PM by Talos Quinn.)
Talos woke to their lizard nibbling on their ear.
They sat up, maneuvering by touch in the dark alcove. They tried to figure out what the agitated lizard wanted.
Water. Non-vampire things needed water regularly. They made some water.
Then they cursed quietly, made a cup for holding the water, and made more water inside of the cup.
The lizard enthusiastically hydrated itself while Talos wrung out their soggy jacket and took stock of the situation.
Going on the lizard as evidence, they were still in the strange, entertain-a-Terrifying-God-Child-to-survive world.
They had, as was normal, woken in their natural, unmasked form. Meaning they looked like Jack Skellington had a lovechild with an albino bat.
Talos quickly corrected this unpleasant situation by throwing on their mask from last night. The Egyptian woman with the embroidered dress.
Then she got up and pushed open the loose piece of masonry, emerging into the alley.
The thug who had murdered her last night was very surprised when she brushed past him, walking quickly out into the street.
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Talos returned to Rick's. It was the most interesting, informative, and comfortable place in the city.
Shema was working tonight. Talos waved, but did not try to distract her. That would be rude.
Instead, she mingled. She could be a little more conversationally forward now that she knew a few rules of the world. The name of the city, and the area. How to pronounce "Omnilium". There was nothing more attention grabbing than a rube, and Talos endeavored not to resemble one.
She hunted for more information about this world, but also, with a twist of wistful anxiety blooming from her last night conversation with Shema, for any trace or sign of things that came from her home.
They sat up, maneuvering by touch in the dark alcove. They tried to figure out what the agitated lizard wanted.
Water. Non-vampire things needed water regularly. They made some water.
Then they cursed quietly, made a cup for holding the water, and made more water inside of the cup.
The lizard enthusiastically hydrated itself while Talos wrung out their soggy jacket and took stock of the situation.
Going on the lizard as evidence, they were still in the strange, entertain-a-Terrifying-God-Child-to-survive world.
They had, as was normal, woken in their natural, unmasked form. Meaning they looked like Jack Skellington had a lovechild with an albino bat.
Talos quickly corrected this unpleasant situation by throwing on their mask from last night. The Egyptian woman with the embroidered dress.
Then she got up and pushed open the loose piece of masonry, emerging into the alley.
The thug who had murdered her last night was very surprised when she brushed past him, walking quickly out into the street.
----
Talos returned to Rick's. It was the most interesting, informative, and comfortable place in the city.
Shema was working tonight. Talos waved, but did not try to distract her. That would be rude.
Instead, she mingled. She could be a little more conversationally forward now that she knew a few rules of the world. The name of the city, and the area. How to pronounce "Omnilium". There was nothing more attention grabbing than a rube, and Talos endeavored not to resemble one.
She hunted for more information about this world, but also, with a twist of wistful anxiety blooming from her last night conversation with Shema, for any trace or sign of things that came from her home.
"To live in this world you must be able to do three things:
To love what is mortal;
To hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it;
And, when the time comes to let it go,
To let it go." – Mary Oliver
To love what is mortal;
To hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it;
And, when the time comes to let it go,
To let it go." – Mary Oliver