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Post by Qën on Jan 28, 2017 19:17:01 GMT -5
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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]The middle of nowhere is somewhere you can start [attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ Take in all the sunshine bottle up the rain; Go where the wind blows- let it show the way. | For how brilliantly bright the days were during the Scorch, the nights were still surprisingly dark under the cover of what remained of Nemus' trees. Sure, the very tops were burnt beyond repair, and the burn of Sol bounced off the moons to lighten the ground, but the trunks were in no way sparse; their shadows cast long, gangly fingers along the ground, obscuring Qën's every other step. He ran faster in his natural form, but now that he'd reached his destination he reverted back to his humanoid skin. The more he forced himself to hold it, the easier it became. Plus, the practice of walking on two legs was much-needed.
The trip was probably going to be for naught, but it had been over a month since he'd seen a single member of his sleuth, and his penchant for adventure was starting to make him feel lonely. He had yet to gain the ability to converse with the humans, so thus far his little vacation to the mountains was... not very fruitful. Qën wanted to see just one friendly face - was that too much to ask? The likelihood of someone he knew also making this journey was highly unlikely considering he hadn't been able to relay a message to anyone (the Bats were not very willing to do a favor for nothing), but still he had to try. Steps slowly, Qën ran a palm over the bark of a nearby tree, marveling in the newfound sensations it brought. His vision wasn't nearly as sharp in this form, though, and he wondered how the humans did it. Maybe that's why everything looked so dark.
A crunching of the desiccated ground had the Ursa snapping his head to the left, stilling completely. Friend? Stranger? His heart rate quickened with the promise of a familiar face, though he considered the very real possibility that even if it was someone he knew, he wouldn't necessarily recognize them. As far as he knew, he'd been the only Ursa to imitate a human, but he was far from the only one with the capability. His sleuth had all seemed to think his ventures silly, but maybe one of them had given his way a shot?
Unlikely. Still, he wished for the best. Because that was how Qën functioned - believe the best of others until they gave him reason not to.
The longer he listened and counted steps, the more sure he became of the oncomer being two-legged. For reasons unknown to him, Qën pulled back slightly, pushing his side to the tree nearest him and only peeking around the girth of its trunk. Nervous? Maybe.
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Post by Nicolette Blanchet on Feb 1, 2017 17:27:45 GMT -5
We Could Be Anything @qën , NOTES
Another night, another trip. Gosh, why do I do such silly things like venturing back all alone to Nemus, down from the good old comfy mountains? Oh yep, I know: for two weeks worth of food. How could I forget?
So, as it happened, Colette was out to perform her usual routine, mending some bones and giving some pills for stomachaches caused by digesting large quantities of alien meat. This time, she visited Martha and his son, Jeremy, who Colette came to like quite much. He had a talent for music, and they always enjoyed doing a nice sing-along together whenever the Canadian dropped by to tend for the boy or her mother's injuries (the latter was the case now). Martha was a farmer, who was able to save some nice quantities of food since before the Scorch, but now had to stay at home because of her broken leg. Colette began to think this awful season will never end, and they'll be forever condemned to live out their lives in constant fear from the Sun itself. I really should've packed that Factor 10 000 sun screen! Why am I always so reckless? Wish at least I had Edgar with me. That darn cat, wonder how he's doing there, somewhere in space, in a small box waiting to be delivered like a Christmas present sent a century ago to a wrong address. My poor dear Edgar!
So, some weeks ago Martha and her son accidentally left behind a tool, part of a plough, near their former farming site in the Northern part of Nemus, and now they wanted to hire someone to get it for them, since the mother's leg was broken. It's not far away, one can easily make the trip there and back during a night, and they offered her two weeks worth of food. Why would I say no?
As Colette was strolling along in the dark, illuminating her way with the small torchlight, holding the medkit in her other hand, she began whistling some tunes, and thinking about directions. It was still hard to get the right path in the dark, without getting lost. She should've asked that guy with the car to help, but she was just too stubborn to do it. And then, it would've meant giving away half the food. Anyways, I'm a big girl, I'll get along fine. I also said that the other day when I fell into that snare trap... Well...
Suddenly, she noticed someone moving around nearby, and stopped whistling. She slowed down, trying to make as little movement as possible until she finds out who or what it might be. Hopefully not a giant slug creature or a man-eating werekiwi. As she slowly and carefully made her way forward in the dark, she felt relieved to see it was another person and not some alien beastie. She wondered why this guy was out here all alone - who else can be so stupid like her? - and quickened her steps towards him.
"Hello there!", the girl smiled and waved to the man, as she approached him. For the first glance, the guy seemed to be handsome, and well-built - all positive traits -, hopefully he was not another Crocodile Dundee. But well, since my luck tends to be quick on the bad side nowadays, I'm very much sure he's another narcisstic hero complex Bear Grylls wannabe, whose very first words to me will be: 'Can I help you, Missy? I can show you my awesome muscles while doing so!' Baahh... But also, this guy was somehow different. She didn't know exactly how, but he had some strangeness in his looks and his walk. But how and what and why? She felt intrigued to find out if there were anything behind her simple hunch.
"You know, I'm kinda bored out here.", Col then said, rolling her eyes, looking at the strange man, "How about some nice discussion or debating about something?", she then asked with a large weirdo smile, "Three topics came to my mind: Immanuel Kant's Critique of the Cosmological Argument, stuffed crust pizza - good or bad, and the singing career of Telly Savalas. You can choose whichever you'd like to discuss."
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Post by Qën on Feb 2, 2017 19:11:38 GMT -5
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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]The middle of nowhere is somewhere you can start [attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ Take in all the sunshine bottle up the rain; Go where the wind blows- let it show the way. | Oh no, he'd been spotted.
Panic. Run? Stay. ....Run.
.......Stay.
The being was on two legs as anticipated, and appeared awfully sure of itself to be a native, which meant it was probably one of those creatures that came here on the big shiny vessels. He didn't have a word for them yet, but supposed he should come up with one. Even though if he said "Have you seen the creatures?" everyone knew exactly what he was talking about.
Oh goodness, there was a lot of movement. A flash of teeth, a paw - wait, no, hand - waving frantically through the air. Was it in danger? Did it need his help? But the teeth seemed like a menacing display (even though his study of them told him otherwise). Instinct had him stepping back, eyes shifting about as he tried to determine what the being wanted from him. It kept coming toward him, so he kept backing up.
And then it... did something quite strange with its eyes. It was dark, so maybe Qën had mis-seen it, but it looked like the globes had rolled about in their orbits, very unnaturally. Oh no, was it injured? He had only ever seen as expression such as that after one of his sleuth had bashed their head seriously. They had not lived for long after that.
The thought had him stepping forward, a hand outstretching as if to offer support if the creature fell. It was speaking very quickly though, and there it went showing its teeth again. Qën's distress was palpable. What in the world was going on? He couldn't understand it, and had no way to tell it that other than to shake his head vehemently, which he did now. He could leave, but that meant leaving it potentially helpless in his wake, and that was not something he did. His only option, then, was to stand there in sheer panic, eyes wide and expression tortured.
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Post by Nicolette Blanchet on Feb 4, 2017 7:12:16 GMT -5
We Could Be Anything @qën , NOTES
Colette expected the usual reaction her bubbliness had on most people, but then, she realized, she won't get it this time. The handsome stranger just stood there, shaking his head vehemently, like someone not exactly sure about what was going on, or even realizing that someone was actually talking to him. He didn't even utter a word, but seemed to be very confused. His eyed popped wide open, his face having an expression which signalled that he was in some sort of panic, but the girl couldn't figure it out exactly. Was he deaf or something, Colette wondered, and now her curiosity rose up to an even higher level. Or he has some kind of mental problem, maybe caused by the unknown effects this strange planet had on humans. And the isolation and the scorch and all that. She wondered how did he end up here in the middle of Nemus in the first place. Noone was really venturing out here since the Sun began to burn people to death, and it took quite a long stroll to get here from the mountains. And yet, here he was, apparently suffering from something. She now truly began to suspect that the Scorch had something to do with this.
"Hey, I'm sorry. I didn't want to scare you.", she said to the man, now on a low voice with an empathic, caring face, "I don't really like Telly Savalas, anyways.", she then shrugged, and slowly circled the man, watching him with the analitic eyes of a psych student. He was a true enigma. Maybe another part in this awful field trip last exam, devised by the cruel and inhumane professors to test the endurance of their pupils. I'm gonna sue the university when I get back. I'll hire Melvin Belli as my lawyer. They'll pay me millions!
"Can you understand me?", she asked the weird stranger on the same low voice, "Are you alone here? Did something happen to you?"
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Ursa
Mt. Intego
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Post by Qën on Feb 5, 2017 21:28:58 GMT -5
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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]The middle of nowhere is somewhere you can start [attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ Take in all the sunshine bottle up the rain; Go where the wind blows- let it show the way. | He wasn't sure what reaction he was expecting to his concern, but a sudden tender, quiet tone was not it. Immediately Qën's head tilted to the side, expression changing from panic to intrigue. She - it was a she, if he was not mistaken - was a female of many personalities. His posture softened-..
And she was circling him like a predatory animal, cause his defenses to immediately re-erect. Shoulders tight, he kept his head on a swivel, body slightly pivoting so she never had his back. What was with this creature? He could not understand her nor her him, so their only form of communication was body language... And all of hers told him to flee. If there had been any question of whether or not she was truly one of them, it was confirmed now; no native species would act this way.
She spoke again, still in that calm tone, and Qën focused on her mouth, hoping to garner some interpretation from its movement. His lids narrowed, giving her his full attention, but still he had nothing. Sighing heavily, he dropped both his shoulders and his head, shaking the latter from side to side in his disappointment as he stared at his feet. Maybe this was hopeless. He was never going to learn their language if he kept meeting them in such odd ways. Perhaps he needed to take some more time studying them from afar, gleaning meaning from how they interacted with each other on the day to day. Yes, once he escaped from here, he was going to do just that.
In an attempt to tell her he wished to leave, Qën looked back to the creature and pointed in the direction he'd come. Truthfully, he shouldn't meander around here too long, or he'd lose track of time and not make it back before the Light came back and burnt everything. |
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Post by Nicolette Blanchet on Feb 10, 2017 14:35:25 GMT -5
We Could Be Anything @qën , NOTES
The strange man seemed even more confused now. Colette was now sure he was either mute or had some mental problems. She regretted not having learned the American Sign Language (there was a course at the uni, but she rather chose to hang out with her band on Friday evenings instead of staying at the school), maybe that way she could communicate with him somehow. Her psych student instinct immediately clicked on, and she felt two strong urges regarding this stranger: first, she wanted to know more about him, what his problem might be, why was he wandering here all alone, and second, she felt she wanted to help him.
Realizing her circling around the man, watching him with gazing eyes could be interpreted as frightening and hostile but his seemingly child-like mind, and suddenly stopped that. She rather took a few steps closer to him, and attempted to put her hands gently on his shoulder, as a sign of friendly support and lack of hostilities. However, she knew he might be even more frightened by direct physical contact, so she just waved her hand there, not touching him before getting sure he won't be offended by that notion.
"I'm sorry. I didn't want to frighten you.", she said gently, "I want to help you. My name is Colette.", she uttered, knowing that he probably won't understand a word of it. Whatever this guy's name might be, she decided to call him Lennie, in honour of the character from Of Mice and Men.
Then, she noticed Lennie was trying to imply something to her, by pointing at the direction he most probably came from. So, he was trying to communicate! But what was he saying? He wanted to point out something in that direction, maybe something which caused whatever happened to him? Implicating to Colette that she should follow him there? Or he wanted to signal that he wants to go back? But why would he want that? It was the scorch, and leaving him alone in the middle of nowhere would cause him turn barbecue as soon as the Sun went up the horizon.
"You want to go there?", she asked gently, "You won't survive if you stay out here. I can escort you back to camp.", she suggested. Then, she decided to try a different approach, and implied the other way, back to the mountains, pointing there with her hand, then pointing and herself, then to the man, she tried to signal him she means no harm at all, not exactly sure if she'd succeed.
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Post by Qën on Feb 15, 2017 13:22:27 GMT -5
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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]The middle of nowhere is somewhere you can start [attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ Take in all the sunshine bottle up the rain; Go where the wind blows- let it show the way. | He didn't mean to be offensive to the female, but at her sudden approach he stepped back, rolling his shoulder away from her. It was an unwelcome touch, and certainly threatening after her accidental display of aggression. Eyes apologetic, he dropped them to the ground. Per usual, a digit came up to scratch behind his ear because he was anxious.
When she began speaking again, Qën lifted his gaze back to her in an attempt to glean some sort of meaning. It was hopeless, of course, so he ended up just looking at her stupidly. That look worsened when she pointed in the opposite direction of him, causing his brow to furrow. Why did she want to go that direction? The mountains were-.... Head swiveling about, he reassessed his bearings. He stumbled with how quickly he was trying to turn, and ended up realizing he was, in fact, indicating the direction. He must have gotten turned around somehow when he'd been trying to hide from her.
With a succinct nod of his head, Qën switched arms and pointed in the same direction the female was. When he stopped, his mouth pulled into an awkward line, eyes darting side to side. Were they supposed to walk together? Is that what she was trying to indicate to him? Well... as long as she didn't do any more of that circling, that.... might be okay. Leaning to one side, Qën eventually swung a leg and started in that direction. It was a less-than-smooth beginning as he tripped over his own feet, but he thankfully caught himself against a nearby tree and was able to recover. Feeling silly, he glanced back at the female and continued forward.
They had gone a short distance when a sound caught Qën's ear. Stopping suddenly, he outstretched an arm to indicate his acquaintance halt too. Eyes scanning, he searched for the source, noticing a few leaves tumbling down not far away. Looking up, he saw the offending squi, which began chittering nervously when he made eye contact. It wasn't Gjan, but he still knew their language. Relaxing, he smirked at the little creature. "You have nothing to fear of us," he assured, the series of noises used to make the words incomprehensible to human ears. The squi grew stiff, likely feeling threatened by a supposed two-legged having the capability of speech with it, and took off. Shrugging, Qën started forward again.
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Post by Nicolette Blanchet on Feb 23, 2017 16:41:43 GMT -5
We Could Be Anything @qën , NOTES Colette looked at Lennie, aka the strange deaf mute guy she just happened to bump into in the middle of nowhere, waiting for him to understand what she was trying to indicate. It took several long minutes of him just gazing at her, trying to figure out what was going on, but it seemed that finally she understood what she was trying to tell him. He suddenly pointed in the same direction she did, and then, still not quite sure if he understood it right, swung a leg and started to walk in the direction indicated. Well, not the best start actually, as he almost fell from tipping over his own feet, but still a beginning, even if a clumsy one. Colette smiled as she looked at the strange, yet weirdly handsome guy, continuing forward towards the distant mountains. Alright, it seems we won't turn into toast when the Sun comes up, afterall. Again, she wondered if this strange man's condition was a result of him being out here during the scorch or something he had before departing to this hellhole planet. Probably, I'll never know. "Good! Good!", she smiled at the man, trying to keep a lower voice, as she realized he was afraid of her loud talk and sudden outbursts. Probably a defense mechanism he developed during his life. For a mute person, it was quite reasonable. "If we keep this tempo, we might get to the mountains in a week or two.", she then said, sarcastically, "Enough time for those giant worm things to eat and chew out our pot-boiled bodies."Then, something truly weird happened. And by weird, Colette meant weird. She heard the noise of something moving in the darkness, closing in on them. Then, she noticed it was one of those small squirrel-type creatures which often wandered around, harmless and not really interesting. They were probably the most benevolent things they've met on this planet so far, and as that, weren't much the concern of the colonists. She decided to just ignore their small visitor, but then, she witnessed something she had to look twice to believe. Did she accidentally take some acid or something, the Canadian wondered, as she saw the strange guy communicating with the tiny creature. Actually, it seemed as if he were talking to it, using its language, making small squeeky sounds, similar to those which these little creatures make! Whaaat the.... It took a minute for Col to digest what she just witnessed, and when the creature left, she just stood there, gazing at the man like if she were seeing Leonard Nimoy beaming down accompanied by the Flying Spaghtetti Monster right in front of her. The guy was possibly the weirdest person she's met around here yet, but this was beyond any point or reason, it ventured into a brand new territory of weirdness which was even so weird for her she couldn't comprehend it. "They call me strange... Right... So what about him??", she asked in herself. When the man, who now she decided to nickname Mowgli instead of Lennie, started to go forward, continuing their path, Colette quickly ran after him, trying to stop him with all the questions she now suddenly had in her mind. "Wait, wait, wait!", she shouted quickly, "What was that? Seriously! Did you just talk to a squirrel", she asked, still not believeing what she's just seen and heard.
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Post by Qën on Feb 26, 2017 16:16:17 GMT -5
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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]The middle of nowhere is somewhere you can start [attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ Take in all the sunshine bottle up the rain; Go where the wind blows- let it show the way. | It was a very good thing for Qën that he couldn't understand the woman, because what she said would have frightened him even in ursa form. Who would wish for death via worm?
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the two-legged openly gawking at him, and Qën's lips tugged into an awkward smirk-grimace. She said something, but even if he'd been able to understand her he didn't think he'd comprehend, because she talked far too quietly. Continuing onward seemed like the best course of action, and so he did just that, but he didn't realize until she was sprinting after him yelling something that she hadn't kept pace with him. Whirling in surprise, he threw his hands up in what he'd come to learn was a defense mechanism for their kind. What was she saying? Ugh this was so stressful!
Pointing at his mouth, Qën shook his head, trying to get through to her that her language wasn't going to get them anywhere. Why did she continue to speak to him if she knew he wasn't able to understand? Frustrated and flustered, he did the only thing he could think of - run.
It was sloppy and he was amazed he didn't trip headlong into a tree, but he managed to navigate the forest pretty well on two legs (he thought). This body was much slimmer than his natural one, so he was able to weasel his way through some tighter places. It was going to be tough to lose her, but for his new plan to work, he needed to be out of eyesight. Would he be fast enough?
Aha! A patch of brambles. They would scratch his skin, but getting behind them would give him the time he needed. Taking a deep breath, he leapt over the bushes and landed in an awkward roll on the other side. Staying low, he lost his two-legged guise and allowed his fur to sprout and antlers to grow. It was a ridiculous move, but it should get him out of the current overwhelming situation. For the purpose of appearing startled out of sleep when she found him again, Qën remained curled on the ground, waiting.
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Psychology
Exurbia
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Post by Nicolette Blanchet on Feb 27, 2017 18:03:56 GMT -5
We Could Be Anything @qën , NOTES
The man was totally scared of you, it was so foolish to scare him even more, Colette thought, but this was simply the weirdest thing she's ever seen, and seriously, she's seen some weird sh.t since she arrived here, and she couldn't help herself. Calming down a bit, she followed the guy, trying to find a reasonable, well, at least, somewhat reasonable explanation for all this.
She finds a guy out here all alone in the midsts of the scorch, who can't speak nor he can understand much of what she was saying, yet speaks to a squirrel, apparently speaking its language fluetly. What the hell?? Was he left here all alone and raised by squirrels, so he thinks he's a squirrel as well? But then, how about his past life on Earth? And who the hell would just leave him alone in the midsts of all this? Maybe he was some sort of an android or an alien or only a fragment of her vivid imagination. Maybe this alien meat does that to the human mind. It can be hallucinatic, but if that's so, why didn't anyone notice some symptoms before? Or maybe all this about Earth blowing up and people being relocated to a faraway planet is just a big lie. A conspiracy engineered by the government and the Reptilians and James Woods, but for what reason?
"Hey, sorry, I didn't want to...", she said quietly and gently, but then, realized it's futile talking. She noticed the man indicating his mouth with his hand. She understood he was trying to signal the fact that he's deaf and mute and he can't understand what she was saying. At least, now they had that kind of communication. Again, she wished she'd learned sign language when she had the chance to. The strange squirrel-whisperer man looked confused and worn out. And then, he decided to flee.
Running after the man, Colette tried to intercept him, or at least keep up with his tempo, but it was futile. She soon lost him from sight. When she arrived to the location she thought he'd flee to she found no traces of anyone anywhere. Did he just simply disappear? Squirrel Man beamed back up to his spaceship?Now she was even more sure it was only her mind playing tricks on her. There was no Squirrel Man anywhere anyhow. She was alone. Effects of the scorch, probably.
But then, she noticed something else nearby. As she took a few steps closer, she realized it was a creature - one of those large, bear-like animals living around here. From the hunters' reports, she knew these creatures were benevolent herbivores, not including human flesh in their diet. But they were still large and strong, and who knows just how they'd react when angered. So, she tried to be careful as she looked at the large creature lying on the ground, apparently not much in the habit of doing anything dangerous.
"Hi there.", the girl said, mumbling, "Have you seen a strange man running around here? Accompanied by a large white rabbit in a suit and the Mad Hatter."
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Ursa
Mt. Intego
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Post by Qën on Mar 4, 2017 20:53:24 GMT -5
[googlefont=Poppins] It was hard keeping his breathing steady after having just sprinted (or stumble-run, rather) over here, but he was more determined to keep up his guise than properly oxygenate his tissues, so he managed. When she found him again (drat), he was able to suck in a breath as if startled. His lungs thanked him. Making a distressed noise, Qën lifted his head to eye the female warily. For some reason unbeknownst to him, she was still insisting on trying to communicate with him. So much for escaping, he thought with a groan, though if need be he could probably use his now-differences to scare her off. ...Maybe. Something told him that wouldn't work either. She was just crazy enough not to back off when threatened with her life, he'd bet. Considering his options, he decided to slowly get to his feet and, with a warning grunt in the woman's direction to stay back, ambled away from her. He didn't feel the need to run anymore, and besides, he was starting to get hungry. Ideally he would wait until he was certain he was alone, but nourishment just so happened to be important. He didn't have a ton of time, considered the orb in the sky wouldn't sleep forever, but just enough to... Ahh, yes, there. Stopping at a shrub, Qën planted himself firmly on his hindquarters and stripped one spindly branch after another of its leaves. He was loathe to admit that hanging onto things such as this was much easier with two-legged paws, but he'd been doing this long enough to be dexterous about it. About halfway through his meal, an ear flicked to his back-right. There'd been a rustling, and while he really wanted to believe it wasn't the girl, he wasn't going to imagine himself lucky enough to have gotten rid of her. Funny he thought this way now, when hours earlier he had been dying for interaction with her kind in order to better understand them. This, though... was sensory overload. Sighing - and praying the sound hadn't been her - Qën slowly looked over his shoulder. image/code by vetti
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