02-18-2016, 12:17 AM
Slowly, Hatate floated upwards and slightly away from the fountain, moving to get a better angle for a shot. The dragon god statue took up less and less of the frame, until it fit entirely within the viewfinder, framed by the unmarked white background. A small click sounded as the reporter took a photo, flash off so she could accurately capture the strangeness of everything. There were really no shadows to speak of anywhere, despite all the complexities of the stone carving. Somewhere amidst the scales and folds there should be some form of darkness, but the strange light of the Nexus illuminated everything evenly. A quiet whir came from the camera, followed quickly by another click.
A few more pictures followed suit as Hatate lazily circled the statue, getting a photo of every angle. Satisfied with how they turned out, she flipped her camera shut, and quickly deposited it into the brown case on her hip, latching it shut in one swift motion. She hummed a happy tune as she slowly spun, eyeing all the different objects off in the distance. This ended in a completely arbitrary decision, and she took off speedily to the east.
It took the reporter a few minutes to reach top speed, a speed that was remarkably slower than what she was used to. In order to even go this speed, she was putting in a considerable amount of effort, and no matter how much more she tried to put in, she couldn’t move any faster. Sweat beaded on her forehead, staying for a mere moment before being swept away by the tremendous winds resulting from her flying. Her arm, stiff at her side from the air pressure, slowly lifted up to her camera’s case. With one quick motion, her eyes straying from the path ahead, she unlatched it again, and the camera was back in her hand.
Before the journalist could take any notes with it, something rocketed past her vision. Not wanting to lose sight of whatever it was, Hatate quickly flipped back upright, spinning around so her back was to the wind. Her eyes flitted around the white background as she slowed down, and within moments they settled on five forms, all facing her as she steadily drifted away. Wiping away the sweat on her brow, chest heaving from the surprising amount of effort she had to put into travelling this far, she began flying towards the figures. She wasn’t going to pass up an opportunity like this, they would hopefully know at least something about this place.
As the tengu drew within a comfortable conversational distance, not yet close enough to talk normally, but not far enough to warrant a shouting contest, she opened her mouth to give a greeting. The group beat her to the punch, one of them stepping forward and shouting their introduction.
“Greetings Prime!” His voice was slightly muffled by the helmet covering his head, and the metal armor that covered the figure rattled as he dismounted from the horse he rode. All five of the group were covered with the same armor, all in the same design that was unfamiliar to Hatate. Each of them had a spear held upright in their hands, and a sword sheathed on their hips. And every single one of them was riding a horse. The knight slid the visor on his helmet up, revealing his face. “I am Captain John, of Minas Tirith. Are you lost, perchance?” His entourage remained creepily still, definitely the sign of some level of skill or experience.
“Hello!” The journalist greeted back, a wide, friendly smile on her face as she gently lowered to the ground, showing off her supernatural balance as she only set down one foot. “My name is Hatate Himekaidou, author of the Kakashi Spirit News.” Journalists were usually assumed to be tengu, and Hatate had no reason to believe that they would not be familiar with the tengu society. To her, it was a perfectly acceptable introduction, and if they were maybe subscribed to her newspaper, they could recognize her. “And yeah, I’m totally lost.” Her happy smile faltered into something more embarrassed, and she absentmindedly flipped her camera open and back shut repeatedly. “I was flying above the human village when that big grinning weirdo grabbed me.”
“Verily?” Captain John’s voice held a level of surprise, “Twas that recent?” he turned both ways to glance at his comrades, giving some unspoken message. Armor rattled quietly as he spun, falling away once his gaze fell back on Hatate. “Camelot would be glad to aid a new Prime. If you would accompany us?”
It was an innocent enough offer, and too perfect of an answer. The reporter figured he was probably leaving something out. She was in a perfectly good position to turn down the offer. However, they were the only people she had come across. Her other foot came down, and she took a quick step back, camera flipped open and brought to eye level.
“If you don’t mind some questions yourself.”
A few more pictures followed suit as Hatate lazily circled the statue, getting a photo of every angle. Satisfied with how they turned out, she flipped her camera shut, and quickly deposited it into the brown case on her hip, latching it shut in one swift motion. She hummed a happy tune as she slowly spun, eyeing all the different objects off in the distance. This ended in a completely arbitrary decision, and she took off speedily to the east.
It took the reporter a few minutes to reach top speed, a speed that was remarkably slower than what she was used to. In order to even go this speed, she was putting in a considerable amount of effort, and no matter how much more she tried to put in, she couldn’t move any faster. Sweat beaded on her forehead, staying for a mere moment before being swept away by the tremendous winds resulting from her flying. Her arm, stiff at her side from the air pressure, slowly lifted up to her camera’s case. With one quick motion, her eyes straying from the path ahead, she unlatched it again, and the camera was back in her hand.
Before the journalist could take any notes with it, something rocketed past her vision. Not wanting to lose sight of whatever it was, Hatate quickly flipped back upright, spinning around so her back was to the wind. Her eyes flitted around the white background as she slowed down, and within moments they settled on five forms, all facing her as she steadily drifted away. Wiping away the sweat on her brow, chest heaving from the surprising amount of effort she had to put into travelling this far, she began flying towards the figures. She wasn’t going to pass up an opportunity like this, they would hopefully know at least something about this place.
As the tengu drew within a comfortable conversational distance, not yet close enough to talk normally, but not far enough to warrant a shouting contest, she opened her mouth to give a greeting. The group beat her to the punch, one of them stepping forward and shouting their introduction.
“Greetings Prime!” His voice was slightly muffled by the helmet covering his head, and the metal armor that covered the figure rattled as he dismounted from the horse he rode. All five of the group were covered with the same armor, all in the same design that was unfamiliar to Hatate. Each of them had a spear held upright in their hands, and a sword sheathed on their hips. And every single one of them was riding a horse. The knight slid the visor on his helmet up, revealing his face. “I am Captain John, of Minas Tirith. Are you lost, perchance?” His entourage remained creepily still, definitely the sign of some level of skill or experience.
“Hello!” The journalist greeted back, a wide, friendly smile on her face as she gently lowered to the ground, showing off her supernatural balance as she only set down one foot. “My name is Hatate Himekaidou, author of the Kakashi Spirit News.” Journalists were usually assumed to be tengu, and Hatate had no reason to believe that they would not be familiar with the tengu society. To her, it was a perfectly acceptable introduction, and if they were maybe subscribed to her newspaper, they could recognize her. “And yeah, I’m totally lost.” Her happy smile faltered into something more embarrassed, and she absentmindedly flipped her camera open and back shut repeatedly. “I was flying above the human village when that big grinning weirdo grabbed me.”
“Verily?” Captain John’s voice held a level of surprise, “Twas that recent?” he turned both ways to glance at his comrades, giving some unspoken message. Armor rattled quietly as he spun, falling away once his gaze fell back on Hatate. “Camelot would be glad to aid a new Prime. If you would accompany us?”
It was an innocent enough offer, and too perfect of an answer. The reporter figured he was probably leaving something out. She was in a perfectly good position to turn down the offer. However, they were the only people she had come across. Her other foot came down, and she took a quick step back, camera flipped open and brought to eye level.
“If you don’t mind some questions yourself.”
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