by SALSAlys » Mon Jul 14, 2003 3:25 pm
(OOC: Aiyah, I should've made this post long ago, actually, but... myeah. I was being a lazy GM. This was actually worked out on AIM with Kev and Gerevene, so... whee! And I think I decided I suck at writing this stuff neatly, although I tried editing some of it to be easier to read or understand. Sadly, I also cut out some pretty funny bits because this post is going to be too long anyway.)
Tanake returned to her attempts at communication, pointing at Sylavi wearily. "You are Sylavi."
Does she even understand...?
The Eyallan slowly began to repeat it. "Syl...avi."
Kyoko looked over, grinning infectiously. "I think she's learning, Ake-chan!"
Tanake ignored the pilot, pointing to herself again. "Tanake."
Sylavi repeated it several times, getting it down pretty well, but blushed a purple color with embarrassment that it took so much effort to do something that appeared so simple.
Not that Tanake minded. Don't want to try to confuse her with last names as well, anyway... She nodded, trying to give an encouraging smile.
Just hope that they don't ahve anything about 'baring fangs' being hostile...
>That is how you speak my name?< came Sylavi's mind-voice.
By now, Tanake was getting used to the oddness of feeling another's mind inside her own, and nodded slightly, repeating it. Kyoko got up, walking over while toting her bag. Tanake nodded slightly to her, indicating that she should try introductions as well.
Kyoko beamed. "Konichiwa, Sylavi-chan!" She pointed to herself. "Me Kyoko!"
"...try keeping it to English for now. So she only has to keep track of one language."
>Pardon me if this sounds demanding, but... could you possibly raise your hand to respond with a yes, and lower it when you mean 'no'?<
Tanake chuckled slightly, raising her hand as she nodded, along with Kyoko. "Yes."
So we might be making progress...
Sylavi smiled, although sweat was beading on her forehead. "Keeeyoooko."
Really no verbal language skills. Odd, even thought they have the ABILITY to speak... mused Tanake as Kyoko raised her hand, smiling at Sylavi's attempt.
>Thank you. Please, I beg forgiveness for my antics, but I believe it may be the only way we may understand eachother.<
Aww... she's so cute! She's like a shy little girl! thought Kyoko, bouncing slightly on the balls of her feet.
Calvin glanced over at the trio, snorting slightly. "Still set on teaching her?"
Sylavi's earlier relaxation turned to tension again as she saw Calvin, able to pick up his hostile body language as she took a step back, swiftly kneeling, feelers down again.
Tanake bit back a swear word. "Yes. Now go investigate the weaponry we have," she said flatly. "That is your duty at the moment."
"...yes, CAPTAIN Ozulu," he growled, words twisting her title.
Sylavi tentatively tried to 'speak up', her worried voice reaching their minds.
>Please my lord, I did not mean to cause you harm with the fire...< Her head was virtually on the ground now, as she was leaning so low.
The blonde man just spat. "Tell her to get her damn thoughts out of my head."
"Show some respect, Calvin-kun," said Kyoko, before Tanake cut her off.
"Deal with it, Dartmann." She crouched by Sylavi, trying to tug her up. The green-skinned woman was starting to hyperventilate, not understanding the words being exchanged, but still able to tell he was displeased. She let herself be moved easily, as Calvin gave an elaborate salute, far more formal than necessary, before he went to gather up their weaponry.
"She doesn't look too good, Ake-chan," Kyoko said worriedly, looking over Sylavi.
"I know, I know..." Tanake replied impatiently. "Damn it."
I'd pat her like a child, but that's hardly a good reaction for what appears to be a mature woman.
"Why not give her a comforting hug, Captain?"
Tanake gave Kyoko a suspicious look. "Under any other situation, I'd suspect matchmaking." That didn't prevent her from doing as Kyoko suggested, patting her back slightly. "Don't worry about him," she advised Sylavi, although she doubted that the woman actually understood. Sylavi, for her part, was caught a bit offguard by their actions, and was flushing deep purple.
Kyoko clasped her hands together, chirping "How kawaii..."
"...Kyoko. Shush."
Sylavi didn't know how to respond, and slowly got the courage to tilt her head up straight, looking TAnake in the eyes.
>I thank you for the gesture, my lady.<
Tanake nodded slightly, releasing her. "You're welcome."
Hm. Maybe with more hand signals, like sign language, we can get a wider range of 'speech'... and for an alien race, she's surprisingly... human. In appearance, at least.
Sylavi nodded, starting to wonder on how there was nothing in the ancient scrolls covering this sort of situation. Kyoko, on the other hand, was wondering if the captain getting turned on was a good or bad thing.
Then, taking them by surprise, Sylavi knelt again.
>I must thank you for providing me with this new garment after I carelessly destroyed my old one. Know that I am forever grateful, my gods. I am your servant.<
THAT statement caused a significant reaction from both Tanake and Kyoko. One look at their faces sent Sylavi cowering again, as she wasn't sure of their responses.
>Forgive me if I've said something to upset you, please!<
And this could work either for or against us, or just set up so many complication... thought Tanake, as Kyoko knelt to tilt Sylavi's chin up. The priestess was still sweating, cheeks turning purple again on contact.
"Sylavi. Say. Nothing. Wrong," the Japanese woman said, speaking slowly.
>No? I don't understand... no, my apologies, my lords...< Sylavi went back to cowering.
This is like talking to a three-year-old with telepathy... A very well built polite three year old, fumed Kyoko, before realizing what she just thought.
Crap! Now I'm thinking like the captain!
>Are you not... gods?< came Sylavi's tentative question, realizing that if she was wrong, she'd likely be struck down.
Tanake's hand jerked down emphatically. "NO."
>Are you related to the gods?<
Tanake repeated the gesture.
>Were you sent by the gods, then?<
"...no." Tanake only belatedly added the hand signal, although Sylavi was starting to recognize that word anyway.
>Who are you then, if not gods? ...Are you of the demons?!<
"NO!" The hand jab for this was almost violent with its intensity.
>If neither demon nor god, then what ARE you?<
"People. Humans."
Kyoko added her own two cents. "Mammals!"
It took a few moments for them to teach Sylavi that "Peoplehumansmammals" wasn't their name, and to settle on 'humans'.
>I am a priestess of the Eyalla.<
Tanake nodded, glancing at Kyoko. "Try giving her back her jewel, then. She might have thought she was just giving them to her gods..."
She nodded quickly, fishing the jewel from her vest pocket before trying to hand it to Sylavi. The Eyallan seemed more relaxed now, though, and lowered her head, feelers still upright.
>No... you are visitors here, consider it a welcoming present.<
Tanake nodded slightly as Kyoko tucked the jewel back. "...thank you." She bowed slightly.
>You have no need to bow to me, you who can travel across the sky and into the heavens... but do you know ANYTHING of the gods, if I may ask?<
After seeing their blank expressions, Sylavi's eyes narrowed slightly.
How can they now know anything of them, demons in disguise? They're heathens then?... or just hiding and trying to confuse or play with me? she reflected suspiciously.
>I wish I could understand you, why you've come here then, or who you are exactly, but it appears that is impossible. I suppose I should definitely inform the others of these facts, as to not have them be deceived by your appearance.<
Tanake nodded slightly, although she was suspicious of placing herself and her crew in the power of the natives, no matter how well-intentioned they might be.
>Perhaps the Myrria would be able to help instead. They are a different people than ours, living in the water. They communicate with hand signals.< She frowned slightly as she mentioned 'water'.
* * *
Candice arrived then, along with Edmund Cypress, and Tanake gathered the crew quickly, informing them of the native beliefs about the gods and such, as well of the Myrria and Eyalla.
"This awe might keep them from being hostile, but don't encourage it, in case we end up having to show some proof. Apparently, they're also sending for some Myrria people to try and communicate better, since the Myrria don't use telepathy."
Sylavi, for her part, was arranging for more of the Eyalla to come and see them, as well as arranging for the head priest to come and teach them the Myrrian hand-language, or at least until another translator could come and attempt the task.
Cautious testing using some of the ships' equipment when the Eyallan arrived with food for hospitality and welcoming proved that the food was edible for the crew, although it had a slight deficiency in some vitamins, so Tanake recommended the crew to supplement their meals with vitamins from the ship.
Magic was readily visible in the large gathering, although not many people used it, or for very showy affairs. Mostly for the more 'domestic' tasks, of lighting fires or cooling items by creating drafts of air. These were the exceptions, though— generally, if it could be done by hand, it usually was.
The Eyallans were readily recognizable as a race, with green skin and purple or magenta hair, all with delicate, almost feather antenna and pointed ears. Other than that, though, they were fairly human, although their average heights were from five feet to 5'4".
Yeran wasn't there, though, which Sylavi was made to explain as being because he was busy gathering up books and materials to help instruct them. Yeran also told Sylavi that as she was the first to have contact with these people, he'd expect her to be at the lessons as well the next day, at midday.
Tanake made no objections, although she didn't discuss it with her crew until after the gathering was dismissed, and even Sylavi was sent back to the village, to see Yeran in the temple.
"So. Thoughts on this, people?"
* * *
Sylavi went through the delicately carved and painted arches over the temple doors, feet making soft sounds against the floor, which was made of cool, glistening stones of various rainbowed colors. In the light from sticks of burning incense, it sparkled under her feet like a living creature. The quarters for the priests were in the back, but Yeran was in the center of the room, on a circular dais which was surprisingly plain.