12-16-2015, 10:52 PM
With a frown on her lips, Jade flapped a hand at her canine companion to remain silent.
In response, Becquerel huffed loudly, taking none too kindly to being ignored by its long-time charge. The First Guardian’s focus remained steadfastly locked upon the two floating geometric prisms with all the threatening solemnity of a ballistic missile. Troublingly, they remained unbothered by its readily expressed warnings, and all but ignored the irritated guardian.
They were glassy and smooth and appeared to be perfect for chewing on, although the Omni-Mutt suspected that they might give it a curious bout of indigestion of the laser beam variety. There was also a disconcerting quality of preeminence and more than a little telepathic shadiness lurking around their reflective, angular surfaces. This was, in the wolfdog's view, unacceptable.
It did not believe that the presence of those two beings boded well, but Becquerel set aside its disapproval for a moment in favor of investigating the petite, yellow-eyed, and humanoid creature that wasn’t infuriatingly out of its reach while Jade attended to whatever they needed. For the time being, it would refrain from trying to interfere in whatever kind of transaction was taking place, so long as Jade wasn’t placed in immediate danger.
The little girl that had seized it about the neck in a warm embrace had skin that was about the same shade as an Alternian troll’s, albeit slightly paler. Her yellow eyes gleamed like little twin gas lanterns out from under her dark bangs, and her grip was somewhat stronger than what the wolfdog had expected. Unlike with her companions, the First Guardian was not immediately concerned by her mere existence.
Curious, Bec snuffled against her shoulder, ears pricked smartly up as the smell of seawater and blood brine washed over its senses. Grubby hands patted stickily against its fur, and a delighted hum emanated from the child pressed against the wolfdog’s chest. The wolfdog allowed for itself to be hugged, lightly-curled tail thumping softly against the ground, laying the grass and speckled dirt there down flat.
Jade grimaced at Becquerel’s earlier rowdy behavior, but murmured a light, “Good dog, best friend.” She ruffled his ears, noticing as a few green electric sparks flaked out to dance along her fingertips before she returned to the more pressing task at hand.
With the flinty sunlight gliding over them as it was, the glassy forms of Nealaphh’s “associates” were suspended most intriguingly in the air. Jade searched the lines and angles of their shapes mostly subconsciously for some kind of power source, or even a rudimentary steering mechanism, only to come up with absolute zilch. The tetrahedral one that glowed with a red-tinged inner light spoke more sensibly than the other prism, which had a bluish light seeping out from its cubic obsidian frame and seemed to be infinitely more excitable— it was almost as if they were meant to be openly contradictory.
The dog-eared girl scrubbed at her eyes real quick, composing herself in record time. They had something serious to say to her, apparently, and she was bound and determined to devote her full attention to whatever that might have been, no matter what had happened with Adam and in the Endless Dunes. She hadn’t heard from Nealaphh in a long time, at least by whatever standards the stream of time she was currently occupying flowed by, and so she was very curious as of to what they might have had to say.
Still, she was sure that she seemed like a total emotional wreck. She dearly hoped that this lack of decorum didn’t interfere in any way with their conversation, and was somewhat pleasantly surprised when they did not acknowledge much about the obvious red tinge to her eyes and chapped, runny nose. Now these are the kinds of folks she would like to deal with more often! Serious business is much more important, anyways.
“Oh, wow, that doesn’t sound very good,” the Witch commented, listening patiently as the Aspects explained their reasoning for needing a new person to mind over the strange little girl that has latched onto Bec. She brought her hands together, trying to untangle her shaken nerves after witnessing yet another friend’s untimely death. “Well, I wouldn’t mind doing that for you at all! She seems to have taken a shine to Bec, anyways, so I don’t see any real harm in it.”
In saying this, she looked pointedly at Bec and Rebecca, internally finding it kind of funny that their names were slightly similar. The little girl was strange in appearance, but Jade wasn’t really one to judge by silly things like that. Besides, she seemed perfectly harmless, and as long as she didn’t tug too hard on Bec’s fur or stick her hands into his mouth, they should have been right as rain!
Smiling broadly as she arrived at this clear solution, Jade turned her attention upon the Aspects fully.
“So,” she said, and it was a little disconcerting how they just kind of… hung there, in the air. She was kind of surprised more people around her hadn't stopped to start balking at the whacky shapes floating in the sky, but that was most likely for the best. “Is there anything else I need to know?”
Heck, what else would she need to know? She had never had to babysit anyone before, living out in the middle of the Pacific Ocean and all, but she distinctly felt that there had to be something else necessary to know when looking after a kid.
Jade rubbed at the back of her neck, the stuffed octopus still tucked securely under one arm, wracking her brain for anything else to ask. “Uhm… does she have any allergies? When is her bed time? Does she have any problems with eating her greens? Does she eat greens?”
There was a short, bizarrely electrical snort from Becquerel that cut off any response, almost as if he were saying something along the lines of, Silly human, quit asking questions of the puzzling prisms that I already know all of the answers to.
The Witch looked at him and snorted right back, albeit in a high-pitched mimicry of the sound. Becquerel’s head canted inquisitively to the side over the stringy black hair of Rebecca, causing the little girl’s hair to stick up in odd, unraveled patches. His front paws shifted a bit in the dirt, as if he were considering making an attempt to leap into the air again and latch onto one of the floating prisms or, hell, maybe a blooming bird in the blue sky above them, but he thankfully remained settled back upon his haunches.
“Lazy dog,” Jade quietly teased, sticking her tongue out at him in a thoroughly immature way. But after having to practically wrestle with him to keep the silly wolfdog from trying to gnaw the shiny surfaces of Nealaphh’s “associates” into chew toy oblivion, she figured that she had as good as a license for immaturity. She probably deserved a medal, or something. Bec was strong.
Her eyes feeling strangely scratchy, Jade turned back towards the two Aspects in a whirl of her starry skirts. "Oh, and could you tell Nealaphh that I have something I'd like to give it? If you meet up with it before I notice that it's online again. I mean, unless you could deliver the thing to it directly, which I would really, really appreciate!"
In response, Becquerel huffed loudly, taking none too kindly to being ignored by its long-time charge. The First Guardian’s focus remained steadfastly locked upon the two floating geometric prisms with all the threatening solemnity of a ballistic missile. Troublingly, they remained unbothered by its readily expressed warnings, and all but ignored the irritated guardian.
They were glassy and smooth and appeared to be perfect for chewing on, although the Omni-Mutt suspected that they might give it a curious bout of indigestion of the laser beam variety. There was also a disconcerting quality of preeminence and more than a little telepathic shadiness lurking around their reflective, angular surfaces. This was, in the wolfdog's view, unacceptable.
It did not believe that the presence of those two beings boded well, but Becquerel set aside its disapproval for a moment in favor of investigating the petite, yellow-eyed, and humanoid creature that wasn’t infuriatingly out of its reach while Jade attended to whatever they needed. For the time being, it would refrain from trying to interfere in whatever kind of transaction was taking place, so long as Jade wasn’t placed in immediate danger.
The little girl that had seized it about the neck in a warm embrace had skin that was about the same shade as an Alternian troll’s, albeit slightly paler. Her yellow eyes gleamed like little twin gas lanterns out from under her dark bangs, and her grip was somewhat stronger than what the wolfdog had expected. Unlike with her companions, the First Guardian was not immediately concerned by her mere existence.
Curious, Bec snuffled against her shoulder, ears pricked smartly up as the smell of seawater and blood brine washed over its senses. Grubby hands patted stickily against its fur, and a delighted hum emanated from the child pressed against the wolfdog’s chest. The wolfdog allowed for itself to be hugged, lightly-curled tail thumping softly against the ground, laying the grass and speckled dirt there down flat.
Jade grimaced at Becquerel’s earlier rowdy behavior, but murmured a light, “Good dog, best friend.” She ruffled his ears, noticing as a few green electric sparks flaked out to dance along her fingertips before she returned to the more pressing task at hand.
With the flinty sunlight gliding over them as it was, the glassy forms of Nealaphh’s “associates” were suspended most intriguingly in the air. Jade searched the lines and angles of their shapes mostly subconsciously for some kind of power source, or even a rudimentary steering mechanism, only to come up with absolute zilch. The tetrahedral one that glowed with a red-tinged inner light spoke more sensibly than the other prism, which had a bluish light seeping out from its cubic obsidian frame and seemed to be infinitely more excitable— it was almost as if they were meant to be openly contradictory.
The dog-eared girl scrubbed at her eyes real quick, composing herself in record time. They had something serious to say to her, apparently, and she was bound and determined to devote her full attention to whatever that might have been, no matter what had happened with Adam and in the Endless Dunes. She hadn’t heard from Nealaphh in a long time, at least by whatever standards the stream of time she was currently occupying flowed by, and so she was very curious as of to what they might have had to say.
Still, she was sure that she seemed like a total emotional wreck. She dearly hoped that this lack of decorum didn’t interfere in any way with their conversation, and was somewhat pleasantly surprised when they did not acknowledge much about the obvious red tinge to her eyes and chapped, runny nose. Now these are the kinds of folks she would like to deal with more often! Serious business is much more important, anyways.
“Oh, wow, that doesn’t sound very good,” the Witch commented, listening patiently as the Aspects explained their reasoning for needing a new person to mind over the strange little girl that has latched onto Bec. She brought her hands together, trying to untangle her shaken nerves after witnessing yet another friend’s untimely death. “Well, I wouldn’t mind doing that for you at all! She seems to have taken a shine to Bec, anyways, so I don’t see any real harm in it.”
In saying this, she looked pointedly at Bec and Rebecca, internally finding it kind of funny that their names were slightly similar. The little girl was strange in appearance, but Jade wasn’t really one to judge by silly things like that. Besides, she seemed perfectly harmless, and as long as she didn’t tug too hard on Bec’s fur or stick her hands into his mouth, they should have been right as rain!
Smiling broadly as she arrived at this clear solution, Jade turned her attention upon the Aspects fully.
“So,” she said, and it was a little disconcerting how they just kind of… hung there, in the air. She was kind of surprised more people around her hadn't stopped to start balking at the whacky shapes floating in the sky, but that was most likely for the best. “Is there anything else I need to know?”
Heck, what else would she need to know? She had never had to babysit anyone before, living out in the middle of the Pacific Ocean and all, but she distinctly felt that there had to be something else necessary to know when looking after a kid.
Jade rubbed at the back of her neck, the stuffed octopus still tucked securely under one arm, wracking her brain for anything else to ask. “Uhm… does she have any allergies? When is her bed time? Does she have any problems with eating her greens? Does she eat greens?”
There was a short, bizarrely electrical snort from Becquerel that cut off any response, almost as if he were saying something along the lines of, Silly human, quit asking questions of the puzzling prisms that I already know all of the answers to.
The Witch looked at him and snorted right back, albeit in a high-pitched mimicry of the sound. Becquerel’s head canted inquisitively to the side over the stringy black hair of Rebecca, causing the little girl’s hair to stick up in odd, unraveled patches. His front paws shifted a bit in the dirt, as if he were considering making an attempt to leap into the air again and latch onto one of the floating prisms or, hell, maybe a blooming bird in the blue sky above them, but he thankfully remained settled back upon his haunches.
“Lazy dog,” Jade quietly teased, sticking her tongue out at him in a thoroughly immature way. But after having to practically wrestle with him to keep the silly wolfdog from trying to gnaw the shiny surfaces of Nealaphh’s “associates” into chew toy oblivion, she figured that she had as good as a license for immaturity. She probably deserved a medal, or something. Bec was strong.
Her eyes feeling strangely scratchy, Jade turned back towards the two Aspects in a whirl of her starry skirts. "Oh, and could you tell Nealaphh that I have something I'd like to give it? If you meet up with it before I notice that it's online again. I mean, unless you could deliver the thing to it directly, which I would really, really appreciate!"
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