by SALSAlys » Mon May 05, 2003 9:18 pm
(OOC: Right, the arpee will be unpaused very soon, so I'm making a quick establishment post here, so things don't get too out of whack... I'll be changing the thread title when it's OFFICIALLY unpaused.)
I really have NO farking clue what's going on anymore, Tanake thought sourly, one hand on her raygun. The girl looked harmless enough, though...
"I don't think so, Kyoko," she said softly, watching Sylavi.
Calvin just glared at the cowering priestess with an expression of utter loathing, then marched forward quickly, causing a small yelp of surprise from Jenni as he shoved her out of the way. Grabbing the Eyallan's shoulder, he yanked her up to his eyes, her alien black meeting a fierce blue gaze. Her eyepieces almost fell off from the sudden movement.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU?" he snarled.
* * *
For any person confronted with a seemingly unreasonable hatred, the hatred is disconcerting enough.
For a priestess who had studied the old books of the gods of Ilasar...
Calvin's blonde hair was no longer slicked back, tousled and mussed from the crash as much as his early sparring match with Jon, at first glance matching the "wind-swept snow" description in early texts of the god K'lorn, lord of wind and sky. The superficial resemblance was enhanced by Calvin's blue eyes and pale skin, as well as his dark uniform.
* * *
Tanake let out a loud, violent swear word, one that caused the already flustered Jenni to turn bright pink, before the captain slapped Calvin on the back.
"You are out of line, soldier," she said cuttingly. Calvin growled, but released Sylavi as suddenly as he had grabbed her, letting the priestess fall limply to the ground.
From her new perspective, Sylavi could observe that Calvin really was less like the wind god than he had first appeared; for one thing, his ears were round, not pointed, and his uniform didn't exactly match the god's description.
A quick skim over the rest of the crew showed that none of them bore any such odd likenesses to her deities, although the captain, with her dark skin, bore a momentary resemblance to Tristian, the god of fire.... but other than being the wrong gender, her hair also lacked the distinctive "head of flames".
If she cared to stretch a point, the round ears of these newcomers might even resemble Kami's, but...
A few possibilities trickled to her mind; these could be the descendents of the gods, although horribly changed from what they originally were, or—
Something totally new.
And she couldn't make head or tail of their language... a system of odd noises, not like the telepathy of her kind, or even the hand-signals of the Myrria.
Edited by: [url=http://pub30.ezboard.com/brpgww60462.showUserPublicProfile?gid=salsalys>SALSAlys</A] at: 6/30/03 12:07 pm