09-29-2015, 11:02 AM
Ururu blinked as her sight of what was beyond the hall became clear. Or rather the hallway squashed, squished, twisted and slithered until the water became liquid wood shelves with books upon them that streamed out trickles of calligraphy. Oh and the distance was much much smaller between the two and straighter.
Book fish swam from cover to cover, but before long the lost interest in whatever subjects this portion of the Bridge was and moved on to the darkened alcoves.
Stupid fish, they should know better not to judge a scroll by its backing.
“Uh hello,” Ururu replied tentatively as she processed what was going on. Some how the girl before her did not seem likely to be an alien invader of her most personal fantasies. Though some of the appendages did match. Unless she was a voyeur... that could be fun-
Hikaru's hand moved like lightning (complete with sparks of light) and gave a light whack to the back of Ururu's head; obviously to break that line of thought. Clearly some things stayed the same regardless of it being the dreaming world or the waking world. Hikaru being Ururu's mental and verbal filter was one of them.
Speaking of which Ururu noted for the first time that Hikaru didn't look like her young preteen self but rather how she was supposed to. Vaguely an older teen, strong golden hair and more curves. The familiar appearance was also a lot less weak.
At least something about this was right.
Ururu glanced to her right and caught her reflection in a particularly opaque book and found that unfortunately the same could not be said for her. Then again the differences between herself before being trapped in this body were minor. She was doomed to be short (by choice) and many womanly features often got in the way of being a ninja and attracted too much attention from the more annoying sex who saw anything with breasts as fair game.
But at the moment it was a bit extreme for her.
Sure those aspects of age could have its uses for getting into research facilities and higher end private libraries but that was about it.
Another, slightly harder, slap to the back of her head brought her out of an hour long's musing, or was it nanoseconds? Ururu always confused those.
Right a reply, proper girls... no, teenagers introduced themselves. Properly that is. It was only proper to be proper... was that right?
Ururu gave a light bow and only just noticing the bolts of energy. They were pretty.
“Right, I'm Ururu and this is my partner Hikaru.” Ururu finally said or possibly continued. Her eyes watched the bolts of color though she thought they'd be much prettier with some yellows or golds.
But that was neither here nor there, wherever there was. Probably under blue itch.
“What brings Desco-chan to my bridge, or is it-” She looked around at the other end of the hall way before walking forward a little, “your lab?”
“I don't remember installing a lab in my Bridge.” Ururu mused.
She glanced to Hikaru who merely shrugged, a look of knowing was playing on her companion's face but she wasn't sharing any of what it meant.
“Yep, not my lab.”
Book fish swam from cover to cover, but before long the lost interest in whatever subjects this portion of the Bridge was and moved on to the darkened alcoves.
Stupid fish, they should know better not to judge a scroll by its backing.
“Uh hello,” Ururu replied tentatively as she processed what was going on. Some how the girl before her did not seem likely to be an alien invader of her most personal fantasies. Though some of the appendages did match. Unless she was a voyeur... that could be fun-
Hikaru's hand moved like lightning (complete with sparks of light) and gave a light whack to the back of Ururu's head; obviously to break that line of thought. Clearly some things stayed the same regardless of it being the dreaming world or the waking world. Hikaru being Ururu's mental and verbal filter was one of them.
Speaking of which Ururu noted for the first time that Hikaru didn't look like her young preteen self but rather how she was supposed to. Vaguely an older teen, strong golden hair and more curves. The familiar appearance was also a lot less weak.
At least something about this was right.
Ururu glanced to her right and caught her reflection in a particularly opaque book and found that unfortunately the same could not be said for her. Then again the differences between herself before being trapped in this body were minor. She was doomed to be short (by choice) and many womanly features often got in the way of being a ninja and attracted too much attention from the more annoying sex who saw anything with breasts as fair game.
But at the moment it was a bit extreme for her.
Sure those aspects of age could have its uses for getting into research facilities and higher end private libraries but that was about it.
Another, slightly harder, slap to the back of her head brought her out of an hour long's musing, or was it nanoseconds? Ururu always confused those.
Right a reply, proper girls... no, teenagers introduced themselves. Properly that is. It was only proper to be proper... was that right?
Ururu gave a light bow and only just noticing the bolts of energy. They were pretty.
“Right, I'm Ururu and this is my partner Hikaru.” Ururu finally said or possibly continued. Her eyes watched the bolts of color though she thought they'd be much prettier with some yellows or golds.
But that was neither here nor there, wherever there was. Probably under blue itch.
“What brings Desco-chan to my bridge, or is it-” She looked around at the other end of the hall way before walking forward a little, “your lab?”
“I don't remember installing a lab in my Bridge.” Ururu mused.
She glanced to Hikaru who merely shrugged, a look of knowing was playing on her companion's face but she wasn't sharing any of what it meant.
“Yep, not my lab.”