Rosemary
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Post by Rosemary on Jul 14, 2017 23:38:29 GMT
Rosemary's PL: 600
It'd been hours since she'd started her trek across the grassy fields. The time had passed quickly, with the red lake quickly disappearing from sight and little but the strange clouds floating about the ground. Every now and again, she could see one of the red or blue people, but her attempts to communicate never bore fruit. She was either outright ignored or threatened, or so she thought.
Rosemary sighed to herself, seated upon a large stone and drinking from a small gourd that she'd conjured. Sweat adorned her red skin, plastering her hair and clothes to her body, and her dark eyes looked up curiously at the featureless sky. Whatever this place was, it had no sun or moon, nor any clouds that she could see. At first, she had thought the reason was simply for the time of day, but it had never gotten any darker or brighter. This land didn't feel natural. It just... was.
Perhaps due to her deeper pondering, the white-haired woman hadn't heard the sounds of footsteps behind her. By the time she'd noticed the smell of a newcomer, he was already upon her. Her muscles tensed, and she tossed the gourd aside as she stood, a massive stone club wider than herself and nearly as long as she was tall appearing in one hand while she spun around.
The short, blue-skinned man nearly smiled at her, however. The be-tailed woman stared at him oddly, both hands grasping her weapon and holding it above one shoulder in preparation to swing, yet he only grinned with his hands behind his back. He was much shorter than herself, the two short horns atop his head only barely reaching to her chest, but that couldn't have been right. He smelled too strong to have been so small.
"A-ha. You're quite the naughty one, aren't you? I've been looking for you all day." The short man continued to grin at her, though she couldn't understand what he was saying. However, his relaxed posture and body language only helped her to settle, and the large stone club in her hand fell heavily to the ground. "Oh, dear. You really can't understand us, can you?"
"N-No, I don't know what you're-" Rosemary tried to tell the short man that she couldn't understand him, but she was given pause by his upraised palm. For a moment, she thought he was about to attack her, but the hand promptly returned to behind his back before she could raise her weapon again.
"Now, now. There's no use in trying to talk, so just follow me, and we'll get this sorted out." As though he were dealing with some child, the blue-skinned man still grinned at her and beckoned that she follow him with a wave. Once the club had vanished from her hand with an obscuring cloud of smoke and she was following closely, he turned and lead her away from the open fields. Any attempt to ask where she was being lead only served to remind her that they couldn't communicate, but the smaller man didn't seem at all malicious, so she continued to follow...
Several hours later, Rosemary stared agape at the massive door in front of her. Whatever it was, it'd been carved meticulously into the side of a mountain, complete with a path of hewn stone. The strangeness of this land aside, she couldn't deny the masterful craftsmanship and how beautiful the portal was. As she stood and stared, the shorter man knocked slowly on the heavy doors, then let himself in when there was no answer for several seconds.
"Miss Rama! You have a visitor!" The blue-skinned man called into the rather large room behind the door, and beckoned for her to follow after him still as he entered. She did so with some trepidation, but staying close to her guide afforded the white-haired woman some much needed comfort. In only minutes, they came to a large desk at the very back of the exceptionally large hallway. A blue-skinned woman sat at the desk, surrounded on all sides by countless books and tomes of various ages and size.
"What is it, Tyre?" The woman didn't seem happy to be bothered.
"I'm sorry to disturb you, but there's a matter that demands your attention." The man bowed his head to the woman, and gestured for Rosemary to approach closer. "This one has been wandering for some time, scaring the souls and harassing the workers. It doesn't seem like she can speak, so we were hoping you would give your assistance."
"Is that so?" The blue-skinned woman looked from the foolish man to the much taller, savage-looking thing standing tall beside him. She eyed the woman for a time, then addressed her directly. "Well, can you speak?"
"Um..." Rosemary hummed a little as she looked back at the blue-skinned woman. She didn't know what was expected of her, but it was clear that she was waiting on something. It was worth a try to say something, she thought. "I... I'm confused. I don't know where I am, and there were gods fighting, then this red beast that was always growling brought me here..."
"Thank you, hun." The blue-skinned woman returned with a forced smile, and Rosemary nearly jumped where she stood. She had understood that! In all her excitement, she was about to speak, but the woman held up her palm just like the man had done before, and she remained quiet. "It's a Saiyan dialect, but an old one. If I had to guess..." She spoke aloud to the blue-skinned man as she rose from her desk and poured through the books and tomes behind her at absolute random. "Circa... 800 B.C.E."
Now, the white-haired woman was confused again. After understanding what the blue-skinned woman was saying, she couldn't make sense of it again. She had tried to speak again, but was too late, as the woman turned back around to address them both.
"I'll handle it from here, Tyre. You can leave." She dismissed the man with a wave of her hand, and he quickly bowed and retreated back to the great door at the front of the hall. "Now, as for you," she spoke to Rosemary, once more in a tongue that she could understand. "Let's start with names. Mine is Nama, and I run this library."
"Rosemary." The white-haired woman replied back with a smile. Finally, she had found someone who she could speak with! It was almost overwhelming, the joy and relief that she felt. "I'm a Saiyan from Sadala. I... What is this place? Where am I?"
"Yes, yes, hun." The librarian named Nama dismissed her question with a similar wave of her hand. She could address the obvious lie that this woman was from Sadala, or even more egregiously, was a Saiyan, later. For now, she needed factual information. "We'll get to that. Now, why don't you tell me what happened? Nobody has spoken your particular language in thousands of years."
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Queen Habana
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Post by Queen Habana on Jul 21, 2017 10:36:01 GMT
Rosemary | WC: 1170 | Zeni Gains: 936 | New Zeni: 1661
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