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Post by alfred on Dec 5, 2016 22:38:32 GMT -5
@romanbless
The Fermi Paradox can be summed up into one simple question: "Where are they?" The answer is, of course, that they are already here.
Two extraterrestrials are sent to Earth to conquer. It's a tradition amongst their people - a right of passage - to take over and rule a planet together. As they awake from cryosleep, eager to begin their journey, they realize their ship has sustained major damage. Upon entry to Earth's atmosphere, it breaks up and disintegrates, sending the two hurtling toward Earth. Upon impact, one is left without their memories and the other in a search for their lost comrade.
Years pass and, just when the first starts to feel at home amongst Earth's populace, the latter reappears. The first knows they are different and finds solace in the knowledge that they are not alone. What the latter has to say, though, about destiny and their sole mission may just ruin it. It's their decision to live life free from the bonds of their home world or to fulfill its wish.
Key Notes. .
The first has no memory and the other has to remind them of their mission. . convince them they are actually apart of something less mundane than paying taxes and pursuing a stable job.
They've trained for years in Earth's sciences, language, and history. Though they've a language of their own and different names for Earth's creatures, they stick to their training and call them by their native names. Distinguishable traits for the alien race. .
All I've got is extreme strength and impenetrable skin. They're practically invincible here on Earth and live longer than humans - like, three times the average lifespan. Their only weakness is the other's strength and overexertion. They've also abilities unique to themselves. Most all always have some kind of side-effect on the user.
automaton's character(s) & inspiration
Chosen Name: Michael Rayburn Actual Name: Izar Lathas Bouruva-Kadova (legit just went to a generator. xp )
Gender: Male Age: 57 (remember they live three times as long as humans.)
General Appearance (distinguishable characteristics): A whisper of dark brown locks and crisp, blue eyes. Slender but with sturdy build. Tall with pointed chin and long nose. Personality: Careful, observant, and emotive. He is devoted to the mission and his people. It would take a great deal of power and convincing to make him second guess his allegiances.
Abilities: He's the ability to see things that have not yet happened. However, the more he knows of his future, the less he knows of his past. When in a trance, the sight puts him out of commission for hours. His eyes roll up and he often time awakes with a tremendous headache. He's also the ability to release a burst of radiation or light energy. This is often times not used as it is unpredictable and highly dangerous. Like the previous ability, he goes unconscious afterwards. The length in time depends on the outburst's intensity. During its use, his eyes emit a blinding blue light. Telekinesis. The drawback is that it needs strong effort and absolute concentration. He often develops nosebleeds after its use.
temma-kati's character(s) & inspiration
Xryyrk Temmitei-Somme Xantevian
Human name: Jessamine Belle
Age: 56
Appearance: For her species, she's pale, actually albino. Milky cream skin and snow white hair, pale violet eyes that accompany her albinism. Her lips are a pale white-washed strawberry color. Tall and slender, she has strong curves like the rest of the females back home. She's quite lean and strong, her arms, shoulder, stomach, back and leg toned from hard work on the engine of the ship she helped build. She's a mechanic, and a skilled one.
Abilities: She can make glass apear from no where - however, she has her limits. For something larger than a dagger, her ability will suck energy rapidly. Depending on how long she extends use of her ability, it could potentially kill her. A dagger or knife - almost no work, it just flexes from her palm with a little twist to her energy. However, something like a chair or table - she would stumble some for the next few hours, still functional, with a pounding headache. A room-sized square? She's out for the next few days, awake only long enough to get food or water. She can also twist darkness to her will, with the same guidelines. Blinding someone for an hour, no effort. Darkness falling over an entire house? Stumbling and headache. An apartment building - she's out for days.
Personality: Quiet, but strong - sharp and intelligent with a wit few have. She's very clever, inventive, helping improve the engine for her ship. Had a meteor not struck their vessel just miles away from earth, they would have landed gently without incident. Very logical, thinking with her head most of the time.
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Post by alfred on Dec 6, 2016 0:13:19 GMT -5
Izar ||
It never got any easier and it never would. Chemicals drained and released again into your veins like some form of addiction, your body craving every drop. Synthetic compounds rejuvenating dying cells at an astonishingly low rate, keeping you alive for years on end without any change. It was a miracle drug, nectar fit for gods. The kicker was the release. Fed like a babe for half a century and suddenly you're cut off in a instant. Sure, you're good for a second or two but, given its absence, your body enters withdraw faster than one would quite expect. It starts as a sweat and jumps to convulsions in approximately six minutes. So. . you've six minutes then. Six to regain what control you can of your surroundings and the people in it. Six minutes or the sky lights up in one brilliant and fiery explosion.
An orange flare fills his field of vision as Izar's eyes snap wide open. It's all he can see, everything else blurred orbs floating in the outskirts. The breath he inhales is sharp and too clean, the respirator nothing but a nuisance now. The capsule he stood in was still sealed, the ice inching back and forming droplets on the glass. Reacting quickly, he pulled his hands from their restraints and jerked the mask off, filling his lungs with the first voluntary breath he'd made in years. His mouth opened to form words - one, simple command in his native tongue - but nothing came. Pressing his hands to the glass, his entire body trembled. Again. . "Open." It was cracked and worn but audible. The glass slide upwards and spilled his body out onto the deck.
Slowly, the haze ebbed and he began to distinguish shapes amongst the terrible glow. Pressing his hands hard against the metal floor, he rose with a grunt and stumbled towards the nearest object - a chair. Gripping it tightly and steadying himself, he bent forward to examine the controls spread out before it. It was all flashing lights and clear screens. His mind swirled and his feet gave out just as he collapsed into the seat. Pursing his lips, he shuts his eyes for a moment as his stomach flipped. "Mm." With a quick shake, he opened them again and stared at the screen. "Run diagnostics. Computer, search. . errors." His world blended, the pale blue luminescence the screen emitted clashing with the harsh orange hue. Nothing. "Run diagnostics." No response. . His fingers danced about the screen in some frenzied display as he attempted his own search. Destination. . "Earth." Pushing back, he swirled around in the chair and stood, falling only to regain his balance half-way down.
Stepping up onto the deck, he strode to the neighboring capsule. Its conditions hadn't changed, the person inside still fast asleep in their drug induced comma. Resting one palm on the window, the ice melting underneath, he lowered his gaze to the ground and fell to his knees. He'd so much to accomplish before the other woke but he could already feel his mind slipping, his body uncontrolled and jerking the slightest of inches. He'd never took it well and it never got any better. He'd a minute, ten seconds. . one. . none.
His world went dark as the alarms started blaring.
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Post by alfred on Dec 6, 2016 1:04:02 GMT -5
( The ship crashes, we skip a few years, and start again wherever you character is in life? Sound like a plan?
Bah. So excited. x3 )
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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2016 8:43:32 GMT -5
(I'm so pumped for this! I love it so much ugh help me.)
Xryyrk Temmitei-Somme Xantevian Human name: Jessamine Belle Age: 56 Appearance: For her species, she's pale, actually albino. Milky cream skin and snow white hair, pale violet eyes that accompany her albinism. Her lips are a pale white-washed strawberry color. Tall and slender, she has strong curves like the rest of the females back home. She's quite lean and strong, her arms, shoulder, stomach, back and leg toned from hard work on the engine of the ship she helped build. She's a mechanic, and a skilled one. Abilities: She can make glass apear from no where - however, she has her limits. For something larger than a dagger, her ability will suck energy rapidly. Depending on how long she extends use of her ability, it could potentially kill her. A dagger or knife - almost no work, it just flexes from her palm with a little twist to her energy. However, something like a chair or table - she would stumble some for the next few hours, still functional, with a pounding headache. A room-sized square? She's out for the next few days, awake only long enough to get food or water. She can also twist darkness to her will, with the same guidelines. Blinding someone for an hour, no effort. Darkness falling over an entire house? Stumbling and headache. An apartment building - she's out for days. Personality: Quiet, but strong - sharp and intelligent with a wit few have. She's very clever, inventive, helping improve the engine for her ship. Had a meteor not struck their vessel just miles away from earth, they would have landed gently without incident. Very logical, thinking with her head most of the time.
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Xryyrk was no longer Xryyrk - She went by Jessamine Belle, or just Belle, these days, tucked away in a small but comfortable apartment in the small city of Lexington, Kentucky. She had two cats; a pretty, friendly tabby she-cat named Tim and her daughter, a tiny little black kitten Belle called Tam. Both of her cats were currently lounging across Belle's back, the kitten feeding from her mother. Belle herself was laying on her toned belly, reading through a science fiction book. She flipped pages quickly, jumping from page 158 to 196 within less than a half hour. Her pale violet eyes were hidden behind oak-brown contact, her snowy white hair tossed into a quick braid over her shoulder.
Currently, the book Belle was so attatched to was an old story of alien invasion. Her book shelves her crammed with all sorts of books - from textbook to Phantom of the Opera, back towards fiction and fantasy. Anything Belle could get her hands one, she would read. However, this book was something special; she loved the idea of aliens, streaking from the sky like vengeance itself. For not the first time, Belles mind wandered away from the well-read pages, thinking - perhaps it was aliens that took her memories away? She couldnt remember a single thing before three years ago, her first memory a slam of agony from withdrawal. The doctors had simply assumed she was a dope junkie and sent her to rehab. However, after a few months, she was released. She had no idea what was happening, but she built her life from nothing.
Belle found some peculiar things along the way to. One being that she had some odd abilities. Superpowers, Belle thought jokingly, a tiny little spiral of glass folding out of no where in front of her before vanishing. Creating glass - it was something she wasnt scared of anymore. It was just a secret. However, she had learned her lesson - after making a set of bar chairs and a glass top for her bar bench, she had been drained for hours, hazing in and out of reality. The stools were topped with plush cushions now, resting against the glass counter top in front of her well-stocked personal bar.
The fifty six year old still looked young, but just old enough to bar tend - earth had helped her appearance age a little, and she seemed no older than twenty two. Finding she had quite the talent for mixing drinks, a well-known bar had immediately hired her as a lead bartender. With her beautiful appearance and strange grace, men and women flooded the bar - and Belle's pay had increased significantly. Now, she owned her own bar - working there five days a week from noon to six, she herself took shifts to help out her employees. She was snarky at time, sarcastic, but in general was a good, fair employer.
So, that is how Belle spent her morning off. Fresh from the shower, her eyes rimmed with charcoal-colored eyeliner and black mascara, no perfume and a pair of casual shorts with a tank top. Tim and Tam purring on her back, quiet music in the background, her favorite book open to page 219.
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Post by alfred on Dec 6, 2016 20:43:17 GMT -5
( i've a ten gal tank in my room with the noisiest setup in all of creation. i swear. i need like complete and utter silence when i write and this is definitely not helping. xp haha.
but, yeah. totally pumped! )
Izar || Michael Rayburn
Most of his kind lived to be hundreds of years old, one even rumored to be on the edge of his thousandth birthday. Compared to life on Earth, he'd be ancient by the time he reached his early adulthood. Because of this, he found it surprising and perhaps a little sad to think of how much effort they all tried to put meaning into their lives. They'd be gone in a whisper, a blink of the eye. Why spend twenty years searching for inner peace or praise a false god for fifty? It made no sense. The best he could think to have them do is work for a greater good. Whether that was his people or another ruling race was up to them. There were hundreds to chose from and they'd have their pick.
Sitting in a small staple dinner, Izar pondered this as he hunkered low in his seat, his head bent to watch creamer swirl about his cup of coffee. It was relatively quiet, the early morning rush having just passed. The only visitors were himself and an elderly couple sharing breakfast while discussing a trip north to visit their children for the holidays. He shot them curious glances while sipping at his coffee carefully, the caramel-colored liquid hot to the touch. Not that it would burn him. He just took caution. With nothing else to do, his waitress bounced between the two tables often enough to notice he was loitering, the coffee the only thing he'd ordered off the menu.
Truth be told, he wasn't here for "the world's best cup of joe" or homemade pie. He was here for observation, a sort of reconnaissance mission on the building across the street. The paper on the table before him was a clear reason why. Flipped back to the local news and one-shot articles, one story read, "Local woman opens bar after fearsome comeback." Seems she came from nothing, a simple addict with a niche for mixing drinks. There were tell-tale signs, though, that caught his attention. The fact that she'd no memory of her previous life and the picture.
Swallowing another mouthful of warm liquid, Izar stared at the black and white photo, a mixture of feelings sending chills down his spine. Amongst them, he felt a profound sense of anger, relief for her discovery but confusion at the state of his comrade. They were conquerors, gods among these creatures, and she'd decided to settle for bar-keeping! He couldn't reason her logic there. If anything, he'd have expected her to be ruling some small island off the coast of Indonesia by now - perhaps multiple - rising a force of drones to win their war for Earth. She'd know it'd be his mission to find her. She simply had to bide her time.
"So, where are you from?" The voice was gentle. Her words were prying but the waitress meant well.
Looking around, Izar offered her a kind smile. "Not here," he said with a soft chuckle. Looking down, he examined his clothes briefly - a simple wool jacket worn over a black t-shirt and dark jeans - before noticing she'd meant his accent.
Giving a pointed look at his cup of coffee, she returned his smile with a sympathetic gaze. "Look, I'm really sorry but my manager is getting kind of jumpy. Did you want to order anything else?"
With a quiet shake of his head, he took up the paper and fitted it into his back pocket. Paying the bill, he passed through the front door, a chime signaling his exit.
- - - Climbing the last flight of stairs, Izar pulled the article from his jean's pocket, looking at his scrawling in the margins. 335. . Stepping down the hall, he strode toward his destination, stopping just before it. With a shaky breath, he knocked.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2016 21:01:06 GMT -5
Belle found her little mind-fest interrupted by a knock at her front door. Glancing up in surprise, Belle hardly registered Tim meowing in annoying, picking her kitten up by the scruff of her neck and hopping from the bed. Settling the small kitten in a large, plus cat-pillow, Tim bolted towards the door, tail held high a tiny bell around her neck tinkling cheerfully. Standing from her laying position, Belle padded quietly towards the door, raking a few stray hair back off her face. "Back, Tim - I don't want you bolting out again."
When the cat simply yowled at the door, Belle sighed and scooped the she-cat into her arms, the small tabby immediately curling into the crook of her elbow with a strong, loud purr. Absentmindedly giving the cats head a scratch behind the ears, Belle looked out the peephole imbedded through the door. What she saw surprised her - a handsom young man, not much older than herself. But what really surprised her was his structure. Belle had assumed that she had come from some crazy, foreign country - perhaps this man was too?
Sliding the deadlock open, then the chainlock free, Belle pulled up the door. Tims head popped up, her green eyes bright and her ears twitching. Still purring loudly, the mother cat jumped onto Belle's couch just to the left, settling onto the arm rest with a quiet mrow. "Hi, can I help you?" Belle asked the man, her pale violet eyes hidden behind the contacts. People already had an interesting image with her stark white skin and hair - no need to unsettle them with purple vampire eyes. Her tone was polite, but closed - She didn't remember this man, but maybe he was a long lost relative from before?
Belle hadn't changed much, physically - her hair was still straight, albeit a bit shorter, and she was still lithe and strong. Slim and tall, not that it change much for her there. She had a leather chord wrapped twice around the wrist of the hand that held the door, and she still had a burn scar on the inside of the same wrist - a scar that had come from an accident at her shop back on her forgotten home planet, a red-hot piece of metal striking against her skin with a hiss and pain. However, her expression was more closed and guarded, her smile a bit too cautious; the expression she gave strangers, not long lost friends. The old Xryyrk would never have covered her eyes the way this Belle did - Xryyrk held her head with pride, knowing she was unique among the planet for the pastel violet irises and cream colored skin. It was clear from even just the slight body language shift: this woman - alien? - had forgotten her old self completely.
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Post by alfred on Dec 6, 2016 21:44:02 GMT -5
( sorry. bit of a slow typer. )
Izar || Michael Rayburn
What lay on the other side of the door, in ways, frightened him. Perhaps it was unnecessary, a simple instinctive reaction to their inevitable reunion, but there were signs that had him floored. Never would anyone stoop so low as to service creatures so beneath them. They serviced their empire and nothing else. To behave in this way and to be so careless about it, it'd been treated as an act of treason - a sign of disloyalty to their one divine, ruling power.
Staring at the woodwork in the door's frame, he snorted, peeling the paint away with a brush of his hand. They were never meant to take up residence in apartments either. They were to live in palaces of utmost craftsmanship, walkways adorned with gold and carved to perfection. Like those of his past lives, the Egyptian pharaohs and French monarchs, they were to be rulers, embellished by their people and worshipped.
The signs weren't good.
Hearing the locking mechanism on the door, Izar straightened his posture, swallowing hard. As it inched open, the person behind it revealed, he gasped in sheer disbelief. He felt a surge of relief seize his heart in a vice-like grip and terror rest in the pit of his stomach. "Xryyrk." He breathed the name, half-consciously raising his hand to brush at her cheek in a common gesture amongst his people.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2016 21:58:14 GMT -5
At the shocked silence the man gave her, Belle arched a snow white brow, as if waiting for an answer - sarcastically. How one could master silent sarcasm, Belle couldn't quite explain it. It's the expression, she would have given with a one-shoulder shrug. However, that wasnt what she expected. She didn't expect a lot of things, like the mans grateful, relieved, and - was that fear? - fearful expression. When he had uttered ER old name, her eyebrow quirked again, the sarcasm thick in her 'vibe.'
However, everything was crystal clear when Izar reached out for her face. With a hard glint in her eye and a scowl i her face, she jerked back before his hand could touch her. "What the living hell? Who are you? Do I know you?" She asked, her voice hard as she closed the door just an inch or two, a clear threat of ehr shutting it if he made another wrong move. "Don't touch me," Her words were sharp, cold - so unlike Xryyrk from their home land. She was quiet, soft spoken but strong-willed - never cold and... and so easily angered like this Jessamine Belle. "Why are you here?"
Such harsh words for such a lovely woman. Her time on earth had changed her - humans were so forced, pushed, and cold. While Belle seemed to have inherited a few lasting traits of Xryyrk like the leather chord around her wrist, and the way she settled her weight into her hip, Belle was completely different. She no longer rose slightly on the balls of her feet like the dancer she was at home, nor did she tuck her left arm around her stomach protectively. Her shoulders were tense, her eyes not only hidden, but shaded with human instinct. It was wrong, but at the same time - right. But mostly wrong. It was a confusing thing to see, and Belle had only just gotten the hang of her human life.
(Ugh, I feel so bad for Izar. )
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Post by alfred on Dec 6, 2016 22:30:07 GMT -5
( if anything, i feel kind of bad for belle. she's absolutely no idea what's going on. Dx )
Izar || Michael Rayburn
As she recoiled, Izar immediately stepped back, turning both palms up in a slight sign of peace. He held nothing and he meant her no harm. It was hard to understand her reaction and hurried words. A change was to be expected but one this drastic? He couldn't grasp why she'd so suddenly turn on him like this. They were born with defined traits and nothing in this world or the next could change that in them. They were to be predictable so they could more readily understand each other's character. At her words, his brows furrow. Tucking his hands into his pockets, he averted his gaze to the pest in her hands and then the floor. The only reason he could think that validated her behavior was that she was testing him, being sure that he was - in fact - himself. It was completely justified. Still, doubt settled onto his shoulders.
"Izar," he started, his gaze flickering to meet hers, "Izar Lathas Bouruva-Kadova." He tried a smile, that sly curl he often presented to close friends. "Sorry it took me so long." The small laugh he offered was a simple huff through his nose, short and half-hearted.
Managing some composure, he righted himself again, inhaling a breath of confidence. "I have to say, I wasn't quite expecting this," he continued, looking over the door to gesture around the apartment's corridor. "Nor-" he held out the paper, the article facing toward her "-this."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2016 22:46:57 GMT -5
Belle scanned the man up and down, trying to place him. She got absolutely nothing - who was this guy? Some crazy fanboy? Stalker? With a brow quirking yet again, she reached out and took the article, glancing at ehr picture casually before raising both brows at him. "One, Yeah no - I don't know you, brother. Second of all - took so long? Do you think your some kind of non-existent gods gift to women?" Her pale strawberry lips pulled back into a scowl, and she handed Izar back the piece of news paper.
"What were you not expecting? Some dope druggie finally getting out of rehab and becoming successful? God, I don't even know if I was hooked on dope or crank, brother. Amnesia," She placed a finger on her temple, "Ripped away all my memories except for when I woke up in the woods, three years ago." She lowered her hand, looking to the side as her cat gave a impatient yowl. "Hush, Tim. Go back to Tam," She said, and for once the mother she-cat seemed to know what her human was saying. With a flicking tail tipo above her rear, the tabby plotted over to the cat-pillow, curling up around the little black kitten once more.
Turning back to her forgotten friend, Belle gave a short huff. He didn't leave. What a pest. Might as well listen to what he has to say.... She though to herself. With a forlorn sigh, she stepped t the side of the entry way. "Get in - you have ten minutes to explain how we knew each other, and why you seem oh so surprised at my success." She waited impatiently for the stranger to step in before shutting the door, only putting the slide lock back in place. Whoever this man was, she might need to bolt - and the slide lock was faster to open, since the deadbolt took a little wriggling.
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Post by alfred on Dec 6, 2016 23:00:05 GMT -5
( ahhh. i've got to go for the night but i'll be back tomorrow sometime with a reply. see you! )
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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2016 23:01:43 GMT -5
(Goodnight, sleep well! :3 )
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Post by alfred on Dec 7, 2016 10:53:39 GMT -5
( I'm probably going to change Izar's personality. Not really fitting the character right now. Besides, Belle is sassmaster. There's no trumping that. x3 )
Izar || Michael Rayburn
There were no words, nothing to describe how he felt or what was going on. He stood silent in her doorway, brooding and dark. Taking the paper back, his grip wrinkling the corners, he took a moment to look over the picture before stowing it away in his back, jean pocket. If she was testing him, it wasn't for the right reasons. She was trying his patience and he was done with her games. Setting his jaw and pursing his lips, he looked up as she ushered the pest in her hands back into the apartment, no doubt, a look of disgust crossing his face.
First of all, they were god's gift to human civilization. Why put limits on their greatness? Second, he'd hardly call this successful. Successful was having an army 7 billion strong and 196.9 million square miles of terrain in their domain. Success was returning home with their heads held high and their people's respect. What is wasn't was some measly little joint stinking of puke and full of shame.
Of course, he said none of this aloud. As she invited him in, he decided it better to give her the benefit of the doubt. Stepping through, he entered her apartment, pushing his hands into his pockets as his gaze swept over the interior. "If I had a day, I couldn't tell you everything," he muttered. With a sigh, he dropped his gaze to the floor, trying to think of where to start. "You're different, right?" He asked, turning sideways. "And I don't mean your albinism or violet eyes. You've abilities you can't explain." He paused, waiting to see her reaction.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2016 11:08:15 GMT -5
Belle had been dropping some ice into a glass, holding it under the water spout of her tap. However, when this stranger acknowledged the violet shade of ehr eyes, hidden away behind her contacts, she had paused. Moving back into action, she set the water in front of the man, ever the hostess. With a scowl. And a fierce look that was a borderline glare. Yeah, definitely a bar owner/tender.
However, it was when he mentioned her abilities that Belle leaned against the perfect glass counter top, motioning for him to sit on a cushioned glass bar stool. As he made himself comfortable, she got herself a glass, dropping two perfectly cubic ice squares into the bottom and pulling a bottle of something-or-other from the shelves behind her, tipping about an inch of war honey colored liquor against the ice in the bottom of the glass. Perching on the stool opposite of Izar, she clicked her tongue impatiently - another small trait of Xryyrk. "And just how do you know this?" Her voice was artificially calm as she held the glass in her hands, watching the man as she tipped the bitter liquid in the glass.
Inside, she was on the verge of panic. No one knew of these abilities - they were secret for a reason. If anyone at the bar asked her where the gorgeous bottles or glasses, mixing sticks, or wine glasses had come from, she had simply stated they were custom made by an old friend. Keeping her face clear of emotion, Belle finally took a sip of the liquor, keeping her eyes trained on Izar. She knew the contacts would soon vanish - her body held ten times the amount of acidic properties a regular human had, so medications and contacts would burn away harmlessly over the course of several hours - and she hoped that this man knew something of her homelan, that could answer her questions. Even so, she was wary.
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Post by alfred on Dec 7, 2016 22:14:49 GMT -5
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Post by alfred on Dec 7, 2016 23:14:01 GMT -5
Izar || Michael Rayburn
Taking his time, Izar's gaze swept around the room, absorbing what information he could. There were things that stood out, reminders of Xryyrk's old habits and those developed over the past three years. She'd become quite the reader, her shelves stocked full with books. There was a sort of disarray about them, little dust having settled, and he knew they were more than just show. She'd been doing her fair share of research then. He could admire that. A chord hung in the air. Music, faint and quite telling. Like a movie, it laid the backdrop and gave their moment new meaning.
Inhaling deeply, he looked down at the two felines sitting in their cushioned coop. His eyes narrowed, their gazes all too intelligent for something so helpless. This was one trait he was certain Xryyrk had picked up. Humans, so deeply involved with themselves and their superiority over something even so small as this. Supposed they needed something to command themselves. If not an army, the innocence of an animal. He found it revolting, exploiting the weaknesses of another just to have some sense of control in their lives. It wasn't the animal they did it for, it was themselves.
Following Xryyrk to her kitchen, he studied her carefully, trying to understand every movement and expression she gave. He couldn't keep his brows from raising the slightest bit, the smirk from his lips as he pulled the glass stool back from the counter. He knew very well that these were not imported or bought from any local merchant. They were all crafted by hers truely.
As instructed, he took his seat, clasping his hands together and resting them over his lap. Looking up at her, he thought over his next words before replying. "Because you're not from here, Xryyrk, and neither am I. We both came here from a very distant star." He paused, letting the silence between them grow. "Our ship sustained significant damage during our entry into Earth's atmosphere," he said finally. "When I woke, the controls had seized and the cryo-sickness. . There was nothing I could do. The ship burnt up upon entry and we were separated in the crash." He averted his gaze to the glass of water placed before him, a wave of guilt washing over him. "I wasn't entirely conscious when the ship fell but I believe you're capsule was ejected. I staid with the ship and was carried south into Bolivia. It took me a while and I'm sorry, but I'm here now." He felt himself trying to explain his absence and willed her to understand he hadn't meant to abandon her. Breathing in, he rubbed the back of his neck with one hand and took the glass into the other. Swirling the ice gently, he laughed bitterly. "Found myself tied up in some damn tree in the middle of a storm, but-" he took a sip from his glass, "-it put out the fire well enough."
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Post by alfred on Dec 7, 2016 23:48:54 GMT -5
( Added onto and changed things with Izar's form. )
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Post by Deleted on Dec 14, 2016 8:30:57 GMT -5
Hey... I'm sorry that took so long. I'll have a reply up in a bit.
My sister pulled through, but she will have mass scarring over her neck, shoulders and back. But she will live.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 14, 2016 9:55:07 GMT -5
Belle folded one leg over the other, resting her arm on the top knee and tipping the glass side to side slowly, watching the warm ambers liquor inside swish back and forth. The glass was of her own creation, of course, and as was this strange man's. The bottom was flat, of course, but the walls were faceted brilliantly, like diamonds or other precious gems. They threw light with stunning luminescence, rainbows streaming off the surface like prisms, The liquor inside folded around the ice, chilled and ready to drink if not for Belle's newest distraction.
Her artificial smoked-honey eyes were beginning to fade color already - just slightly, barely noticable. Violet hints cooled the honey amber color, locked with Izars gaze fiercely. Belle showed no reaction to Izars story, even as he mentioned ships and foreign planets. After a moment of new silence being born, she smothered it with the planets language - which still felt odd on her tongue, like a second language. "You're telling me," she said coolly, uncrossing her legs and standing up, holding the brilliant, now-empty cup loosely by her fingertips, "That you - we - are from a different world. Aliens." She set the glass gently in the sink, the liquor warming her tight throat, helping the words form. "I, needless to say, do not believe you. My name is Jessamine Belle, not this... Xryyrk you call me."
However, when her old name slipped through her voice, her accent was flawless - surprising Belle, who promised to never say it again, less she go mad. However, when Belle reached out with an almost stark-white hand to turn on the tap, her eyes watched her hand and not the water. Impossible. Albinism would have reddened your eyes, not turned them purple. Your body is acidic, too acidic to test... The doctor who had treated her had been absolutely stunned, his eyes terrified as he had examined her. Your heart is beating hard enough for an elephant, your blood isnt red when oxygen-rich. Your lungs - you have four! Small ones, where a normal persons should be. Theres a strange chemical in your system, so many, too many to count... Later that day, moments after Belle was taken to a treatment facility, the entire building had burned down - killing the doctor who examined her, and all of the samples and testwork. Belle was then tossed in a whirlwind of confusion and fear - treated for an addiction she didn't have. Now, she had finally figured her life out - only to see this man in her kitchen, at her bar like some sort of crazy missionary.
"Impossible," The word was firm, stubborn. The tone of voice - a piece of Xryyrk once again, followed by two impatient clicks of her tongue. The leather chord around her wrist brushed against her skin, the burn scar in view as she turned once more to Izar, the glass washed and placed upside down on a drying towel. The water had shut off again, her hands still slightly damp from the water and a faint smell of lime from the dish soap in the air. "Alien planets, aliens themselves - I don't believe they exist, I don't believe I am one, nor are you." Despite how alike we look, how we walk, how our bodies are built....
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Post by alfred on Dec 14, 2016 20:13:53 GMT -5
Hey... I'm sorry that took so long. I'll have a reply up in a bit.
My sister pulled through, but she will have mass scarring over her neck, shoulders and back. But she will live. ( There's absolutely no need to apologize. I'm just glad to hear you and your sister are well. I'm so sorry for whatever happened and wish you all the best. If you ever need a break from here or just feel the need to talk, all you've got to do is say so.
I'm working on a starter now. )
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Post by alfred on Dec 14, 2016 21:06:54 GMT -5
Izar || Michael Rayburn
Holding her gaze, Izar rose his glass to take another sip, his lips curling around the brim in a faint smile. Though her silence and placid look had him puzzled, he couldn't hide his excitement as the artificial glow of smoked-honey faded from her eyes, revealing their true violet hue. He'd been right about her being Xryyrk, of course, but it helped to have that reassurance. Her caution in admitting this herself was well meant and standard issue in cases such as this but, after having been through all they had and more, he was finding it more vexing than anything else. As she spoke, he steeled his gaze, his crisp blue stare like ice.
Making the conscious decision to set is drink down carefully, he rose, moving away from her glass structures in an effort to avoid contact and a shattered display. Every muscle in his body cranked tighter and his brows furrowed, eyes shut as he turned his back to her. He said nothing, letting her mull over her own words as he thought of his. "Xryyrk, I'm done with these games," he finally moaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "What more proof do you need that I am myself?" He turned back to her and stared hard. "Even if you did claim ignorance, are you really so foolish to believe Earth is the only planet able to sustain life? There is no end to the majesty that is space. It is infinite, eternal, and far more intricate than anything you can dare think to imagine yourself. So, please, don't insult it."
Striding over to the counter, he placed a hand over the glass surface and pressed forward. "Now, can we move past this and act as though we've our senses? I'm exhausted and, together, we've still ten years worth of work to accomplish before they arrive. No more questions, let's just move on." He waved toward the door and waited, staring at her pointedly.
( shorter post. xp )
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Post by Deleted on Dec 14, 2016 21:28:39 GMT -5
Belles eyes hardened, the violet tones suddenly harsh and strangely frozen. It was almost a look of pure distrust and almost hatred - but nonetheless, doubt pulled faintly at her mind. She crossed her arms over her chest, the anger radiating from her so unlike Xryyrk that it was almost impossible to see what lay beneath the amnesia, the hints of who she used to be. SIlence. Five second. Ten. Twenty. Forty. Finally, a sigh of defeat. She closed her eyes and leaned against the counter, rubbing her forehead as a pounding headache slammed into her. Of course something like this happened right as she felt safe, right as she felt at home.
"Fine, fine. Whatever," Belles voice was drained of fight, a clear white-flag of surrender. "Take me to your leader," she sighed, grabbing a light jacket off a coat hanger. Seeing the jacket being lifted, Tim popped her head from rasping her tongue over her kitten and dashed towards Belle, leaping onto the counter and meowing in protest, head-butting her owners arm affectionately. "Rest, Tim. I'l be back," Belle said, her voice a tired, strained kind of defeated. Tim purred loudly as Belle scratched behind her ears for a moment before slipping on the jacket, then a pair of faux-fur lined boot onto her feet.
Grabbing her wallet, phone, and keys, Belle shoved them into her pockets before pushing Irak out the door, shutting off the lights and locking the door behind her. The burn scar on the inside of her wrist was clear as day, the thin leather chord crossing over her wrist doing next to nothing to conceal it. She suddenly turned to Izar, violet eyes cold and guarded. "If I don't believe you after whatever you're going to show me, give me your word you won't seek me out again." Her tone was set, but tired - she just wanted a peaceful day off and here she was, dashing after a strange man for no other reason than that he looked similar to herself, minus the albinism. "And for the last time, my name is Belle."
(No worries)
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Post by alfred on Dec 14, 2016 22:08:15 GMT -5
Izar || Michael Rayburn
Izar wasn't sure how to feel exactly, relief at her decision to follow him or pure frustration that she was stilling unwilling to give up her interrogation. They'd other things they'd needed done, armies to command and a world to rule. Why was she waisting their time like this? He wanted to scream at her till his face went red, hurl something - a bus or some other larger object - towards the sky and watch it fade from existence. Maybe it was the haze around his brain, his lack of any sleep in at least three weeks, but he was almost completely burnt out and unlike himself. Clenching his jaw, he stepped out into the corridor as she ushered him from her apartment. "I'm suppose a trip to Bolivia is out of the question," he muttered. He'd taken care to conceal the wreckage as best he could but moving it in its entirety was near impossible. Much of it still remained there. It was all the proof he needed but he was doubtful she'd follow him that far.
As she stepped through the door and proposed her deal, he turned toward her, quiet. His gaze was darker, shadowed by the hall's dim, yellow lighting. If it wouldn't jeopardize their mission, he might have considered it but simply said nothing as he strode toward the stairs.
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Once outside the building, he stopped, if only to wait for Xryyrk to catch up. His pace was quick, his gait long and fluid. Sweeping his eyes about the street, he stepped into traffic, the cars practically bumper-to-bumper with each other and slow moving. Reaching the dinner on the other side, he entered the alley next to it and searched his pocket for his car keys. "You know of some place secluded? An open field or warehouse we can go to?" The traffic on the other side was just as heavy, his doubt growing that he'd ever be able to get his vehicle out of here and onto the road. "It'd be faster to run," he mumbled. Turning sideways, he waited for her answer.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 14, 2016 22:19:09 GMT -5
Without a word, Belle stalked up besides him and grabbed his sleeve. She led him behind her as she wove through the ally the ally, passing a group of men with needles digging into. Their arms and dazed looks on their face. Belle never stopped - simply kept Izar behind her. Her gait was as quick as his, her long strides easily covering ground. Soon enough, they were faced with a sudden and abrupt row of trees - the sudden edge of the city.
Without hesitation, Belle dropped Izars arm and waltzed into the trees, her hands in her pockets. She easily picked out a faint, almost impossible to see trail and followed, ducking under branches and stepping over roots with ease. Belle didn't know, but the reason why she loved the woods so dearly was because Xryyrk was also a woodsy person. She would climb around in trees to help farmers pick the sweetest fruits, and often times just to read a book in the tall branches. Even now, the stress seemed to be shedding off of Belle, her expression easing from one of irritation to one of mild annoyance. "Watch out for the Stinging Nettle," She warned, stepping over the patch herself and ducking another another branch.
Once she stood back up, she found herself in a clearing - tall grass and wild flowers, a few saplings growing here and there. With the grass brushing against her legs, Belle stopped and turned to Izar with a one shouldered shrug. "Here's your field," A faint twitch of her lips indicated a sly smirk, but she simple just turned and strode further into the grassy field, brushing her hands along the tops of the. Green strands and enjoying the sharp edges against her impenetrable skin.
(Ugh, so short, i'm sorry)
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Post by alfred on Dec 14, 2016 23:19:39 GMT -5
( it's all good. )
Izar || Michael Rayburn
Permitting the silence between them to stretch however long she needed it to be, Izar followed her without protest, shoving his keys back into the pocket of his coat. His gaze was steady and focused on her, not anything else. It'd been three years of searching and, though that was nothing compared to the time he'd spent living before, it felt as though it'd been ages since he'd last seen her. Time passed in the blink of an eye, three months a weeks time for someone like him, but every second he'd endured had been a lifetime apart. As much as he was happy for their reunion, he couldn't help but feel a terrible weight rest heavy in his chest. The fact that she'd spent it idle, careless for him or their people, was all the pain he needed to wash every ounce of gratitude he had away. It left him cold, a sort of hatred infecting his mind and clouding his judgement. She might cry wolf but he knew this 'amnesia' was nothing more than a coping mechanism for the guilt she must be feeling. Of course, that was assuming she still even cared for the mission at all.
As they entered the brush of the city's neighboring wood, he watched her become more relaxed. The tension left her shoulders and he could almost imagine them back home training in their world's crystal forests. A new sort of ache grasped at his heart and he lowered his gaze to watch his footing. The warning was unnecessary but still headed as he stepped over the plant she'd mentioned.
Once they'd reached the field, he slowed to a stop at its edge and watched her wander further out into a sea of weeds. Barely a half hour had passed since they'd left her apartment, almost unnoticed given the reflexiveness of their quickened gaits. They were faster than any human, stronger. Their feet would carry them father than any ordinary person could achieve in such a time. But this ability was almost seldom recognized. He was quiet as he shrugged of his coat, tossing it back toward the edge of the woods. Stepping after her, he veered to the right and curved to face her. The wind was bitter, the field shadowed as the sun crossed over high-noon, but he felt nothing.
"Okay," he started, "what do you want to see?" He rose his brows before answering the question himself. Standing completely still, he met her violet glare. Most of his own abilities were channeled energy, triggered by emotions and unpredictable. In that moment, he felt nothing but anger, all-consuming and dangerous. He'd a degree of composure about his entire body that kept it bay, capturing it so that he could turn it into something new. Even then, though, he couldn't help but feel he balanced on the edge of a darker void.
Ducking his head, he clasped his hands together and brought them to his lips. Exhaling slowly, a thread of glowing light rested in the palm of his hand. At first, it was only this, a flickering glow, before it took form over his chest, blossoming and shinning through the cloth shirt. Looking up, his eyes radiated, pale blue and bright. "We're all gifted abilities unique unto ourselves. Among other things, you've your glasswork and I've energy manipulation." Lowering his hands, he brought them back in a swing and tossed the light over the field, the ball shattering into thousands of glowing shards which hung in the air. Stepping after them, he brushed past Xryyrk and toward one pattern. "Here," he spoke, gesturing toward the shimmering pair of orbiting lights. "Recognize it?" He didn't bother to look over at her, to see her reaction or if she even registered what he was saying.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2016 10:06:22 GMT -5
The moment light had threaded from his palms, Belles expression suddenly fell blank. Her mind shut down - her human mind. Below the dark cloud concealing memories she's tried so hard to unveil before, her past writhed and struck out. This ability struck such familiarity - like straining to remember a thought from late at night. Then, suddenly, the layer of mental glass burst into shattered fragments, and memories of fifty three years flooded into her mind.
Along with the memories came a sudden plotting pain - dropping the foreign being to the ground as she pressed a hand to her eyes, closed tight from the pain of too many memories flooding back into her mind. Roots of glass came from her palm, pressed to the ground to support her form, weeding through the ground uncontrollably. Mercury tears fell from the woman's eyes - the first time she had cried in three years, the first time she saw the strange, liquid element tears in three years. Pain worse than she ever felt washed through her, along with memories of childhood and adolescence.
Xryyrk ran through a field of diamond grass, chasing after Izar with a charming laugh. In her early twenties, Xryyrk was still small - barely eight years in human time. Her vivid red traditional clothing breezed around her body, light and comfortable, her albino-pale skin tinted orange from the stunning sunrise. Izar was ahead of her, just as young, running into a field of tall diamond grass, reaching his chest. Xryyrk followed closely, reached out and grabbed his arm - The memory changed as fast as it came, turning from childhood to a tragedy she never fully got over.
Xryyrk wore all black, her white hair twisted into a crown of braids. At fourty years old, she seemed no older than fifteen in human time. Her violet eyes were dull and glossy with tears as she stood in front of a stunningly beautiful casket of her own making - clear black glass that sapped her strength for days. Her mother laid inside, her infant sister in her arms. They were clothed in white, the traditional funeral attire for the dead. Sick with grief, Xryyrk was deathly frail, too struck with depression to eat or sleep. She rested her weight against a glass staff, staring absently at her mother and sister with an aura of complete tragedy around her. Izar had his arm around her shoulder protectively, holding tight, trying to secure her to reality-
Xryyrk suddenly stopped shaking, slowly pulling her hand from her face and shakily standing to her feet. Her gaze was stunned and startled, her body language back to normal - straight, proud, intelligent. "Izar," she breathed, reaching out and brushing his cheek with the back of her hand from behind him. A dazed look was in her violet eyes as she spoke again, "I'm sorry. The cyro-sickness - I fell off a cliff- almost bled out- I... I couldn't remember anything..." Her words were broken, and she eventually gave up and hugged her rear friend close, hiding her face in his shoulder in both shame and relief.
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Post by alfred on Dec 18, 2016 2:22:30 GMT -5
( I'm home for the holidays but my wifi here kind of sucks. In other words, it might be a while between responses. xp
So, as for a childhood. I was thinking that they'd be traveling off-world as well to train for this mission of theirs. There would be their species' homeworld where the crystal fields are and an outpost further out into space. They'd largely train in the latter and seldom visit home except in rare instances such as the death of Xryyrk's mother. Does this all sound like it fits? )
Izar || Michael Rayburn
There was a moment's hesitation between her collapse and his response but, in the end, he decided to let her settle whatever she had on her mind herself. Whether that be her memory or a fading sense of reality was all for her to sort out. He was still doubtful of her amnesia but not entirely certain that she was lying either. Simply casting a glance over his shoulder, he sighed and looked back to the orbiting pair of lights. They rotated about one another in a dance that would last for ages, it's end being the fiery explosion of a red giant. It was almost romantic, the intimacy of their relationship. They'd never leave one another, not for anything. Reaching out, his fingers gingerly grazed the flickering orbs, both disappearing as his body absorbed the energy.
Staring past them long after they'd gone, he swept his hand out over the field, pulling the shards of light closer. There was one in particular he was looking for and, when found, he stopped moving and pressed his hands into the pockets of his jeans. It was a smaller system bordering the dust fields of a crimson nebula. The planet he called home stood alone, the only star dotting its horizon during the day a billion miles away. Winters lasted for years with only the hope of summer between them. It served as an outpost - their species' origins laying within the sky at night, a city of silver lost among the stars - but he thought of it as home. The diamond fields and shimmering trees were faint memories of a childhood he seldom thought of anymore. Whatever importance they had had, dwindled. What lay here on this outpost was what mattered - the mission and nothing else.
Hearing his name, his attention tore itself from the display and veered back to focus on Xryyrk's soft voice. There was an air of change about the way she'd said his name and he almost turned back, freezing as her hand brushed against his cheek. Her touch was cold and lasting even as she moved away. Feeling her pressed against his shoulder, he breathed slowly, afraid that the slightest motion would send her running. She attempted to reason her absence but the explanation only furthered to confuse him. Swallowing slowly, he stepped forward, putting distance between them. Turning, he studied her face carefully, his expression twisted. His mouth open but no words came. Finally, he drew in a breath and lowered his gaze down to the ground, the lights around them turning out one by one.
"Don't think me a fool, Xryyrk." His voice was plain and raspy, his eyes tilting up in a look of suspicion. "We're not so easily injured here. This fall-" he shook his head and tilted his chin up. "It makes no sense." Her turn had been so quick, he was almost stunned. If she truely did suffer from amnesia, her transition between alias and self felt all too sudden. He was terrified that this was just a ploy. There were inconstancies and seeds of doubt peppered throughout their meeting. So much so, he couldn't be sure whether it was exhaustion induced paranoia or pure instinct that drove his speculation.
As the last shard went out, the blue light faded from his eyes and chest. Night had fallen and nothing but the moon guided their movements now. It was quiet, no sound but the distant roar of a highway. Staring at her dark form, he pursed his lips. All the relief he'd felt upon their first reunion, every ounce of fortune that had led him here, left with the wind. All he had was his doubts and bitter resentment.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2016 19:55:50 GMT -5
(No worries! It's a similar story for me. Take your time! :) And yeah, the childhood fits. ^^ )
Xryyrk felt a flash of hurt - Izar thought she lies? Even after years of manipulation training, she couldnt pull even the smallest lie over him. After a moment, she just tossed her hands up by her head, the hurt flooding off her face and helplesslness mixed with confusion replacing it. "Perhaps the cyro-sickness weakens up for a short period of time. I do not know, but we have both read of the sleep. You know just as well as myself that our bodies are only kept at half the density while in sleep for those years. I apologize, I have no answers."
Guilt and anger ate Xryyrk alive - how had she been such a fool as to let herself forget her purpose? And even worse - her companion. Izar was there by her side for years - the three years she spent in ignorance suddenly a lot lonelier than she remembered in her human state of mind. Her mind briefly flashed to her cats, then curled away in disgust for herself. Keeping two hopeless and powerless animals at her side by force - she had hit rock bottom. "Izar," She sighed after a moment of silence, her eyes closing and her forehead dropping into her palm. "I wish I could give you answers, but I only have questions. Why would I pretend such pointless ignorance? Why would I upen and manage such a disgusting business, a glorified brothel? Why would I force those two felines to stay? You know I would never sabatoge our duty willingly." Her voice turned a bit cold for the end sentence - she was hurt and angered Izar would think she would do such.
"This species... these humans," She said in her quiet voice, her violet eyes never leaving Izars form, "are low scum to us. We are strong, they are weak. Their govornment is corrupt, their tiny lifespans blustered with the hope of joy. Murderers, arsonists, rapists - you think I pose as one? Perhaps as a drug dealer, to drain the life of one of these beings with the sin of meth or heroin. Or a prostitute, earning easy money by allowing men to violate me." Her words were calm, but her gaze sharp. She was angered at the thought of her best friend, a man she spent her entire life with, would think her a liar of such depth.
After her artificially calm words, Xryyrk let out a breath of disgusting air. Another thing she hated of earth - these pathetic humans had tainted the entire planet, striking it polluted and almost ruined. "Believe me if you wish, or do not - for now, it matters not. We have a world to take, and a report to sent home." Her voice was tired and strained, but she dared not to give up the mission. Nor did she have any desire to do as such.
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Post by alfred on Dec 18, 2016 21:39:55 GMT -5
( So, I had an idea plot-wise about Xryyrk that I wanted to run past you. I was thinking it might be interesting to have her come in and out of her real self's consciousness. Like, part of the time she remembers herself and the mission. The other part, she remembers her humanity. It's a flip back and forth between wanting to pursue the mission and wanting to protect everything she has right now. I don't know if you'd already planned this. If not and you're not really looking forward to the idea, that's totally fine, too!
I was also thinking that Izar might have had a premonition about one of them jeopardizing the mission. One of his abilities is to see the future. Maybe he suspects it to be Xryyrk? That could support his high defense against her reasoning of their time apart. In the end, it could be either, both, or something else that risks their objective. It's all in the air.
Did you have any suggestions or ideas plot-wise?
Lastly, if only because I tend to overthink things, is everything here suiting you? Like, the style, pace and characters. Have you any criticisms? In all honestly, I'm having a complete blast but just wanted to be sure you were as well. )
Izar || Michael Rayburn
Izar remained silent as she spoke, giving her the same sharp gaze she gave him. Every expression Xryyrk conveyed, every feeling she felt and more grabbed at Izar's heart, striking so quick he almost failed to avoid them. Her explanation was well placed and logical. He, himself, hadn't faired as well when the ship had finally crashed to the ground. Temporary memory loss was not impossible. However, at their rate of cellular regeneration, three years seemed to stretch the limit on Xryyrk's time in recuperation. Part of him was almost certain she hadn't even meant to remember, that maybe she'd wanted to stay lost. As much as he wanted to dismiss this as simple paranoia, he knew that all possibilities were to be considered. It had started as a doubt of her own amnesia - he'd thought this all a test and beyond the Xryyrk he knew - but, the more he thought on it, the more his mind started to wonder.
As she continued, though, he felt his wall start to crumble. Pursing his lips, he averted his gaze to the ground, trying to find words to something he wasn't sure how to answer. He'd spent his entire life by her side. Their shared memories were etched into his thoughts like glyphs on stone, only to be washed away in time. There were things he'd forgotten, moments lost in a future revealed, but she knew himself as much as he knew her, perhaps even more. It was because of this, that he couldn't keep the guilt at bay. If it wasn't for his own pride or his duty to the mission, he might have faltered then and begged her forgiveness. With the ship gone and his mind in tethers, she was his last solid security in a world billions of miles away. He wasn't ready to give that up.
At her closing statement, he met her gaze again. For a moment, it was their only connection in a dark silence. She was right, of course. Whatever damage their time apart had done was temporary. Inevitably, she'd forgive him and he'd forget. For better or for worse, that was how their relationship worked. Nodding curtly, he moved past her. "You're right. We've wasted enough time as it is." Reaching the edge of the field, he picked up his coat and shrugged it on. "Let's get back to your place," he suggested, not looking at her. "I need sleep before we decide on anything." His voice was cool and tight, clearing stressing to hide something. Turning sideways, he sought out her violet gaze. "We'll talk more in the morning."
There was still a cloud of mixed emotions hovering in the air and he fought to keep those that benefited them both and the mission. Hiding his suspicions in the back of his mind, he shut the door on them, if only for the time being. What mattered now was as Xryyrk had mentioned. The mission, their people, and nothing else.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2016 22:53:27 GMT -5
(I absolutely love your idea for Xryyrks memory-slips, but i have another idea for it. How about instead of her two 'selves' manifesting st different times, it's like... hm. How should i....? Oh, like her 'human self' is another person in her mind. Like a 'voice in her head' and sometimes, she feels as if the voice in her head in the real her? I'm not sure how else to explain... And maybe Izar's issue could come in a little later, right at the 'things couldnt get worse' part because, well... I'm a sucker for drama, okay, i confess.
And is this RP going good for me? Yes! Absolutely! I've roleplayed since i was - what? - eleven? And this has been the one thread i'm constantly re-reading because i love it so much)
Xryyrk suddenly cursed, whirling around and pushing Izar back into shadows. They had just emerged from the ally she brought them through to get to the field, but her face was now a mixture of irritation and exasperation. "One moment," she said calmly, and her voice made it clear that it was not Izar she was irked with, for the time being. She was about to open her mouth and explain what was happening when- "Well, if it isnt the miracle bar tending - Jessamine Belle."
Xryyrk rolled her violet eyes, and then ducked from the shadows. She hoped the over-laying shadow concealed the purple tones. Apparently not. "Whoa, first a slut, then a freak! Look at those eyes man!" One of the men taunted, his lips in an arrogant scowl. Xryyrk shrugged, and the other man snorted. "Wow, too petty to defend yourself." His voice was a spiteful sneer, and Xryyrks lips curled into a faint smirk, her eyes half-closed. Izar would know what expressoin well - slay time. "Actually, I'm not petty - just too honorable to associate with you two. Honestly, no wonder you're both so arrogant - neither of you have a girlfriend to clean up your spills and messes." Her words were calm, even cheerful - but t e two ditz's bristled. "You little whor-" One spat, reaching out for Xryyrk.
In a flash, the alien female had stepped to the side. Not only that, but she had grabbed his arm, pulled it behind him over his shoulder, and had a knife of glass tot he others throat. A heartbeat of silence, and the man with the glass to his neck rose his hands slowly, pathetically in surrender. Oh, how Xryyrk had missed her training - well, she did now, at least. "Wow, too petty to defend yourself," She said cheerfully, pulling the mans arm down a little to make his wheeze in pain. She let go and shoved them away from her. "Go back to your sewers and rubbish cans," She said casually. She held up the knife. "Oh, and by the way - this was dull anyways. You werent in any danger." Xryyrk rolled her eyes as the man trotted away and looked at Izar. "Its pathetic to even need to do that. Honestly...." She muttered some things about 'wasting hours of training on imbeciles' and 'at least give her a good fight' before she and Izar made it to her apartment, where she cringed in disgust. "Oh, i see your point now," She growled before stepping inside. Tim and Tam meowed from the other side of the room, and the kitten stumbled to his paws before launching himself at Xryyrk. She stopped and looked at the kitten clinging onto her foot, purring and obviously overjoyed to see her. Hesitating, Xryyrk picked him up - he clambered onto her shoulder and laid down, eyes narrowed happily. "Odd," Was a lol the female muttered, walking into the bedroom and switching on the lights, turning to face Izar. "I haze some male clothes in the closet - sweats and t-shirts. Should fit you, we're both twigs," She grinned slightly, although her usual platonic intimacy was gone. She did, however, still feel comfortable enough with Izar to grab a t-shirt for herself and stip off the other, her back towards her team mate as she changed her t-shirt.
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