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Post by Kaltro on Jun 8, 2007 9:26:06 GMT -5
Panting for breath since he’d sprinted all the way to the tower, breathlessly explained his predicament to the guards so he could enter and get a healer, gasping the same story to the healer, and then sprinted all the way back to the house Kaltro skidded to a stop at the door, almost missing the duo entirely since he was going to the room they’d left the islander in. “What in the name of Osyris is going on here?” He asked, dumbfounded by seeing the islander up and about, in a sense, in his mentor’s lap and laughing. They were both laughing. “Mad, the both of you, really! I run myself to death to get the healer and the both of you are making fools of yourselves on the floor! For shame and people have the nerve to call me touched.” Sniffing indignantly, upset that his mentor obviously had the first chance to interact with the islander he sat at the table, exhausted and staring at the couple. A flicker of something was in his eyes and his memory seemed to fog for a bit. Why did he think they were a couple? They hardly knew one another but the description seemed to fit. The islander dark and feral, Taltor pale and civilized, opposites that had similarities that ran beneath the surface…and he knew his mind was getting away from him then.
“I had to fight my way into the tower…they really don’t want me back in there, do they? It’s not my fault everything keeps exploding. Oh well, at least I was able to sneak these out.” He pulled a vial of his testing fluid from his robe pocket and spun it in his fingertips with a slightly mad grin. “I’ll try cantaloupe next. I almost had it this time Taltor, I promise…oh, and the healer is on her way. Something about needing herbs and vials for samples.”
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Me'ing
Changeling
But still crazy!
Posts: 16
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Post by Me'ing on Jun 8, 2007 9:36:45 GMT -5
As soon as the redhead entered the room Me’ing took one sniff of the air about the younger form and tensed, a low bone deep hiss coming from parted lips as she bared her teeth and her claws popped out with a metallic scrape. The bright haired one didn’t smell right at all, like there was two of him and then something bigger and older that smelled like a hurricane, except the hurricane was full of squid ink and doungaur juice. Fetid, irritating enough to make her sneeze and cough, eyes watering. What was the other thing behind the bright one; she could smell it but not see it. A second, deeper sniff when that vial came out had her quivering for a few tense moments before the hissing stopped and the claws sheathed themselves.
This was worse than the fetid smell; this was acrid like heat vents or the forges where they smelted what little quick-onyx they had on the island. With all the dignity that she could muster she dove behind Pra’tua, keeping his body between hers and the bright headed one, muttering darkly under her breath about bad omens and ill winds blowing. “Az’quele-e chaeirat c’moz prozpr’iadae- prozpr’iadae Pra’tua. C’moz fougo e lea-a e enchtr’nhauts qzueimaedas de peiq’uxe…e ri ezngrautl’çao. Oz qzons c’moz oum zanhoutlem qua-anmo alie’meznta”[whisper=Taltor,Me'ing]“That one smells like boom-boom Pra’tua. Like fire and sludge and burnt fish guts…and he laughs funny. Sounds like a zanhoutlem when it feeds.”[/whisper]
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Taltor
Human
Scholar and Librarian
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Post by Taltor on Jun 8, 2007 13:26:09 GMT -5
Taltor watched Me'ing continue her exotic dance. How could anyone be so energetic, so free? He felt more relaxed with her than he ever had with anyone else. And yet she couldn't even understand his language. He had known her for only a few hours, but for some reason it felt longer than that. He was laughing so hard his gut hurt. Had he ever laughed this hard before?
Me'ing. Mei-Ying. "Me'ing." He tried out the pronunciation again, mimicking her. Should he try teaching her his name again? No, he liked Pra'tua. It fit, somehow, even though it wasn't his given name. Sudden movement caught his attention as he heard the scrape of the ceramic against the floorboards. He didn't even have time to put his hands out to catch her. Somehow, impossibly, she twisted in midair and landed with considerably less force than he'd expected...right on his lap. His expression of surprise melted into a smile when she touched his nose. "Me'ing..."
At that moment, Kaltro raced in. Taltor froze, flushing with embarrassment. Here he was, laughing on the floor with the islander when Kaltro had clearly run both ways to get help. He opened his mouth to explain himself, but nothing came out. What could he say? He'd never been in a situation like this before.... Tensed muscles and a distinctive snizt caught his attention. Me'ing had transformed. She looked like an animal, and her prey was...Kaltro? The fiery boy seemed not to have noticed. He was still talking rapidly, though Taltor's mind wasn't on the conversation. Why was Me'ing acting hostile toward the boy? Had she heard his intent to 'study' her body when she was presumed dead? Taltor nearly jumped to his feet when dashed behind him. What in all the god's names was wrong? He looked up to see Kaltro holding a vial of liquid. Heh. If she hides from Kaltro's experiments, she's got good instincts.
“That one smells like boom-boom Pra’tua. Like fire and sludge and burnt fish guts…and he laughs funny. Sounds like a zanhoutlem when it feeds.”[/color]
As that odd mental voice translated her langauge, he sighed. Explanations were in order all around. He smiled at Me'ing, hoping to calm her, then stood. "Thanks, Kaltro. I'm glad you got the healer. This is Me'ing. Me'ing, this is Kaltro. He's not all that dangerous, even if he smells like his experiments." Taltor turned so he could introduce them properly, but he kept an eye on Me'ing. He didn't want her attacking the boy for no reason. "It might be an idea to put that away, Kaltro. I don't think she likes it."
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Post by Kaltro on Jun 21, 2007 20:56:58 GMT -5
“And why not? It’s a simple component that’s the base of all my alchemical work! Just a few drops to any potion or spell and it’s imbued with the essence of chaos itself! It’s a breakthrough and nothing to be sniffed at.” Kaltro waved the mentioned bottle in the direction of the couple against the wall, raving mad that Taltor, of all people got to speak to his islander first. His discovery! His chance to get back into the good graces of the tower and more importantly, back into the labs, and the librarian got the first chance. It was ridiculous!
He stepped forward brandishing the vial as he gestured and raved. “How could you do this to me? She’s my project, my discovery! I plan on deciphering her language and you, you already understand what she’s saying! How? What did she say about me? Huh? Answer that!”
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Me'ing
Changeling
But still crazy!
Posts: 16
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Post by Me'ing on Jun 21, 2007 20:58:30 GMT -5
That was just three steps too close as the bright headed one moved forward, spilling those odd words with an even stranger twang than what Pra’tua had and it made her head hurt even more but that thing, that liquid in the not wood was what worried Me’ing the most. Finally the landchild was too close and she snarled but since she had no room to lunge forward she settled for twisting away and darting down the strange long room. She did not like that fluid and she did not like that landchild. It made her skin crawl to be so close to him and she scrambled out, unaware of what her actions caused. All the covers were closed and she scrabbled at all the odd shaped things jutting out, trying to go somewhere else but having no luck at all, cursing under her breath the entire time.
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Post by Kaltro on Jun 21, 2007 20:59:54 GMT -5
“Get back here!” Kaltro swore as he slapped his vial down on the table and ran after the islander, mind not really as right as it could be, and tackled the woman. All he managed to catch though was the end of her robe, but that was enough. He planted his feet and yanked back in his direction, hoping that something would come of it. It was his lively hood was scrambling away, all his research that could come out of studying her…
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Me'ing
Changeling
But still crazy!
Posts: 16
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Post by Me'ing on Jun 21, 2007 21:00:25 GMT -5
With a very undignified squawk and hiss Me’ing went tumbling, rolling around and trying to pounce and retaliate and only succeeding in tangling herself up in the weird garment she’d put on and ending up in a messy pile with the other weird landchild on top of her. Yowling she hissed and spit and twisted until he couldn’t move anymore and then settled for violent swearing, cursing the boy, his parents, his pets, his gods and claws and hair.
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