10-06-2016, 08:22 PM
“Yes.” Ratione replied almost immediately after the short, blue, fuzzy thing with a button nose and big hazel eyes finished her sentence. Was this some child, and if so why did she walk and talk with the confidence of a grown adult?
The Novan gave her one quick glance up and down her body. Her hips were wide, suggesting maturity. Perhaps she was simply some shorter race. Her attire was also much too… revealing for a younger girl, at least by most standards the Furtumin had come across. However, the most striking thing he found on her at the moment was the large, slender, metal contraption on her back that was longer than she was tall. It looked like some kind of piston, perhaps a tool? What kind of machine would require a device such as that?
It was also horribly inconsistent with the rest of the city around him, in terms of technical advancement. Perhaps she was a member of a space-faring race that was colonizing the planet. Perhaps the ones that got him here.
Janna held her head a bit back at the urgency of her date’s words, her smug grin being replaced with a raised eyebrow and mouth agape. “Wow, okay, that was, easy. I guess?”
“I would very much enjoy conversation with you, Janna.” Ratione held his hand out to the short girl. “As I have many questions of your world, and its people. If you would be willing to answer them.”
Janna paused at the gesture. Her demeanor teetered between caution and intrigue.
After a small moment, the yordle chose the latter, extending her own hand barely wrapping her fingers around the alien’s palm.
“You’re new here then, right? A new prime?” She could feel Ratione tense up a bit at that, and almost pull out of the hand shake.
“Yes. I arrived within the day.” The Furtumin decided it was the time to be forward again with his own culture, opting to grip Janna by the forearm and giving it a firm shake. “Though this is a strange… ‘place’. It seems that a lot of rules do not apply here.” He skootched forward in his spot, closer to the cell bars. His eyes fell on her small hands, inspecting their…. Smallness.
“Shoot, big guy.” The smug grin returned to the girl’s face as leaned back into the bars.
“Where am I.”
“Like, what this city is? ‘Cause it’s called Minas Tirith.”
“I am aware. And it resides in the territory of ‘Camelot’.”
“Not territory or country or anything like that, guy.” The yordel giggled. “Wow, I’m about to blow your mind, ain’t I?”
“Please do.”
Janna’s cheeks warmed just a tad at that, but it seemed the alien had no clue how suggestive it had sounded. “W-ell, you’re in a place called the ‘Omniverse’.”
“That’s the planet’s name?”
“Not… exactly…” One of her pointed ears twitched a bit. “We’re not really on a “planet”. Hell, I dunno what to call this place.” It was then that the yordle realized that her date’s eyes were looking just below her shoulder-line.
The girl snapped her fingers, “’Ay, eyes up here buddy.” Ratione’s eyes shot up to meet her own. When she looked into them, though, it was like he was looking straight through her. Janna could not put her tongue on it just then, but she had come across that look before. That thousand-yard-stare that some people had.
“Then what is this place?” Ratione failed to notice her ears pulling back a bit. How dense was this man?
“It’s… all sorts of places actually.” Janna decided to let that one slip. “I come from the Vasty Deep. It’s all ocean there. Here, it’s the city and then the plains outside, and the floating island. There’s a desert one, a jungle, a creepy one, a big-ass city one…” She put her chin in the palm of her hand and her gaze wandered as she worked on the rest of the thought.
“That’s impossible.” Ratione blurted out bluntly. “How can a world like this exist? Are all those gates I saw the how you get to these other places?”
“Yeah, that’s the Nexus. Everyone starts out there.” Her eyes went back to the alien, who’s own were now looking off to where she had. She smiled. Whatever place this guy came from, it had made him funny in the head.
The Novan gave her one quick glance up and down her body. Her hips were wide, suggesting maturity. Perhaps she was simply some shorter race. Her attire was also much too… revealing for a younger girl, at least by most standards the Furtumin had come across. However, the most striking thing he found on her at the moment was the large, slender, metal contraption on her back that was longer than she was tall. It looked like some kind of piston, perhaps a tool? What kind of machine would require a device such as that?
It was also horribly inconsistent with the rest of the city around him, in terms of technical advancement. Perhaps she was a member of a space-faring race that was colonizing the planet. Perhaps the ones that got him here.
Janna held her head a bit back at the urgency of her date’s words, her smug grin being replaced with a raised eyebrow and mouth agape. “Wow, okay, that was, easy. I guess?”
“I would very much enjoy conversation with you, Janna.” Ratione held his hand out to the short girl. “As I have many questions of your world, and its people. If you would be willing to answer them.”
Janna paused at the gesture. Her demeanor teetered between caution and intrigue.
After a small moment, the yordle chose the latter, extending her own hand barely wrapping her fingers around the alien’s palm.
“You’re new here then, right? A new prime?” She could feel Ratione tense up a bit at that, and almost pull out of the hand shake.
“Yes. I arrived within the day.” The Furtumin decided it was the time to be forward again with his own culture, opting to grip Janna by the forearm and giving it a firm shake. “Though this is a strange… ‘place’. It seems that a lot of rules do not apply here.” He skootched forward in his spot, closer to the cell bars. His eyes fell on her small hands, inspecting their…. Smallness.
“Shoot, big guy.” The smug grin returned to the girl’s face as leaned back into the bars.
“Where am I.”
“Like, what this city is? ‘Cause it’s called Minas Tirith.”
“I am aware. And it resides in the territory of ‘Camelot’.”
“Not territory or country or anything like that, guy.” The yordel giggled. “Wow, I’m about to blow your mind, ain’t I?”
“Please do.”
Janna’s cheeks warmed just a tad at that, but it seemed the alien had no clue how suggestive it had sounded. “W-ell, you’re in a place called the ‘Omniverse’.”
“That’s the planet’s name?”
“Not… exactly…” One of her pointed ears twitched a bit. “We’re not really on a “planet”. Hell, I dunno what to call this place.” It was then that the yordle realized that her date’s eyes were looking just below her shoulder-line.
The girl snapped her fingers, “’Ay, eyes up here buddy.” Ratione’s eyes shot up to meet her own. When she looked into them, though, it was like he was looking straight through her. Janna could not put her tongue on it just then, but she had come across that look before. That thousand-yard-stare that some people had.
“Then what is this place?” Ratione failed to notice her ears pulling back a bit. How dense was this man?
“It’s… all sorts of places actually.” Janna decided to let that one slip. “I come from the Vasty Deep. It’s all ocean there. Here, it’s the city and then the plains outside, and the floating island. There’s a desert one, a jungle, a creepy one, a big-ass city one…” She put her chin in the palm of her hand and her gaze wandered as she worked on the rest of the thought.
“That’s impossible.” Ratione blurted out bluntly. “How can a world like this exist? Are all those gates I saw the how you get to these other places?”
“Yeah, that’s the Nexus. Everyone starts out there.” Her eyes went back to the alien, who’s own were now looking off to where she had. She smiled. Whatever place this guy came from, it had made him funny in the head.
"Our fear is our weapon."