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all_is_truth2015-03-14 11:31 pm
homeless_pard) wrote in all_is_truth2015-03-14 11:31 pm
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Life in all its diverse splendor
Who: Khemrys and ANY PLEASE GODS HELP.
When: Three weeks after her arrival
What: ....lemmings.
Of those she had spoken to it seemed she was far more comfortable holding conversations with the city than many. She found it comforting to be able to talk and know someone was listening, even if said 'someone' was a series of buildings and unknown sentience. It had been rather obvious, early on, that the 'sky' was less than natural so it only made sense for her to discuss her odd biology with her new home.
When she felt the moon she couldn't see pull her into fur, well, she was less than worried. The city knew to provide uncooked meats for her meals in the cafeteria, and though her speech was limited at least her little clinic within the hospital was comfortable.
The counters in particular were well suited to lounging, though there had been a lengthy afternoon where the city had rambled about health code regulations as opposed to visual appeal of fur. She'd have laughed, really, had she been equipped to do so. She was certain what the city decided was better in that regard as it distracted itself with counting medical supplies before too long.
Her new home did not have an ideal attention span.
Regardless she was well equipped and comfortable to wait out the three days of the moon...
...or she should have been.
She was napping on her desk when she first heard the voices. Tiny, high pitched, and intrusive. Annoying voices really, but then this was a hospital and she would never bar anyone from it. The voices were rising and falling in a cadence that seemed to waver between singing and arguing, but it was wasn't a language she knew.
Say what one would about the wrenching wrongness of the Penrosian Elos, but they had been handy for translating. "Mrrr?"
Well, whatever they were at least she had their attention now? The voices stopped, and Khemrys finally cracked her eyes open to look...down? They were...very small. Rodent like. Sentient though, since they could talk, not prey.
Convincing them of that was a little more difficult because as one they let out a screech and a good half of the little things rose on metallic wings to hover in front of her, squeaking.
Oh my.
"The Doctor is currently indisposed, please schedule non-emergency appointments with the snail!" The city offered helpfully.
Despite her cheerful little Dreameater's chirping from the nearest potted plant the flying rodents seemed unimpressed with the idea of appointments. Or perhaps it was with the idea of a giant cat because before too long a new glow joined the lights of the jetpacks.
If she wasn't mistaken those were weapons. And she was rather certain the harsh rumble of a pard purr would only make things worse at this point. Was it any wonder that before too long she was darting down the empty streets pursued by a bevy of plasma spear wielding, jetpack wearing lemmings?
Yes, it was certainly against all instinct but they were thinking creatures and she couldn't bring herself to bat at them just because she couldn't currently talk!
When: Three weeks after her arrival
What: ....lemmings.
Of those she had spoken to it seemed she was far more comfortable holding conversations with the city than many. She found it comforting to be able to talk and know someone was listening, even if said 'someone' was a series of buildings and unknown sentience. It had been rather obvious, early on, that the 'sky' was less than natural so it only made sense for her to discuss her odd biology with her new home.
When she felt the moon she couldn't see pull her into fur, well, she was less than worried. The city knew to provide uncooked meats for her meals in the cafeteria, and though her speech was limited at least her little clinic within the hospital was comfortable.
The counters in particular were well suited to lounging, though there had been a lengthy afternoon where the city had rambled about health code regulations as opposed to visual appeal of fur. She'd have laughed, really, had she been equipped to do so. She was certain what the city decided was better in that regard as it distracted itself with counting medical supplies before too long.
Her new home did not have an ideal attention span.
Regardless she was well equipped and comfortable to wait out the three days of the moon...
...or she should have been.
She was napping on her desk when she first heard the voices. Tiny, high pitched, and intrusive. Annoying voices really, but then this was a hospital and she would never bar anyone from it. The voices were rising and falling in a cadence that seemed to waver between singing and arguing, but it was wasn't a language she knew.
Say what one would about the wrenching wrongness of the Penrosian Elos, but they had been handy for translating. "Mrrr?"
Well, whatever they were at least she had their attention now? The voices stopped, and Khemrys finally cracked her eyes open to look...down? They were...very small. Rodent like. Sentient though, since they could talk, not prey.
Convincing them of that was a little more difficult because as one they let out a screech and a good half of the little things rose on metallic wings to hover in front of her, squeaking.
Oh my.
"The Doctor is currently indisposed, please schedule non-emergency appointments with the snail!" The city offered helpfully.
Despite her cheerful little Dreameater's chirping from the nearest potted plant the flying rodents seemed unimpressed with the idea of appointments. Or perhaps it was with the idea of a giant cat because before too long a new glow joined the lights of the jetpacks.
If she wasn't mistaken those were weapons. And she was rather certain the harsh rumble of a pard purr would only make things worse at this point. Was it any wonder that before too long she was darting down the empty streets pursued by a bevy of plasma spear wielding, jetpack wearing lemmings?
Yes, it was certainly against all instinct but they were thinking creatures and she couldn't bring herself to bat at them just because she couldn't currently talk!
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The stone was crumbling, shedding flakes of rock. No - not rock, sand. They whirled together in a sudden cloud, and from that emerged a man in black. No - not a man, a zombie.
Ezra tipped his hat politely. "Greetingss, druid. Or other being of magic, yes." The stone wall wasn't infinitely high, but he had more cards to play from the look on his charred face behind its white bandages.
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Ah, but her mind was rambling, shying away from the circumstance. She rumbled softly in her throat and tried not to appear rude as she crouched low to the ground. It was, in theory, safer? Silly to run from someone who could help her, but the crawling unease was putting her hackles up.
Not that the lemmings cared. They regrouped and had a brief, high pitched conversation before a few started fiddling with the settings on their weapons.
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"That way," he directed, and pointed up the street with a withered hand.
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Of course the mall doors had to announce her presence with a 'Hello Doctor! May we interest you in any number of our fine salons?'
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He spotted his quarry and tipped his hat briefly. "A shadow decoy will lead them off. We have a few minutess. Unless they ssense itss nature. Or kill it."
Stepping closer, he peered. "You sseem familiar."
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Be annoyed by lack of vocal chords, yes, run? No.
Luckily there was a computer display nearby, Malls were equipped for many needs after all, and the keyboard for the display box was operational. ::Hello again Lord Librarian. I am grateful for the rescue, though I fear I have no tea to offer you as I intended upon our next meeting.::