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[OOM] Kashyyyk.
Sep. 8th, 2008 10:35 pmAtton opens a door for Will and Kate out onto the spaceport, where Lyman is waiting.
Kashyyyk is quite impressive, really. It's night, and the sky can just about be seen through the higher branches of the massive trees. They're on a wooden platform attached to the trunk of a tree, and all around can be seen an intricate network of wooden walkways, platforms and ladders, with large wood structures built on them. There are rope bridges here and there, and if they look off the edge, the ground is too far down to see.
It's fairly easy to pinpoint Lyman - For a start, he's the only other human there, and the Wookiees - Seven to nine feet tall, shades of brown and white, and very hairy - can't really be mistaken for human. There's also the fact that apart from different clothing, being a shade taller, broader about the shoulders, and blue-eyed instead of grey, he's almost identical to Atton.
The Wookiees are regarding the four with something that might, possibly, be interest. It's hard to tell.
Kashyyyk is quite impressive, really. It's night, and the sky can just about be seen through the higher branches of the massive trees. They're on a wooden platform attached to the trunk of a tree, and all around can be seen an intricate network of wooden walkways, platforms and ladders, with large wood structures built on them. There are rope bridges here and there, and if they look off the edge, the ground is too far down to see.
It's fairly easy to pinpoint Lyman - For a start, he's the only other human there, and the Wookiees - Seven to nine feet tall, shades of brown and white, and very hairy - can't really be mistaken for human. There's also the fact that apart from different clothing, being a shade taller, broader about the shoulders, and blue-eyed instead of grey, he's almost identical to Atton.
The Wookiees are regarding the four with something that might, possibly, be interest. It's hard to tell.
The flight to Kazic isn't as long as it perhaps could be - It's fairly close to Koor - but it's still an hour or two. Most of the time there is filled up with eating and drinking.
Eventually, the ship drops out of hyperspace around a luminous planet, surface lit up in shades of red from bright to dusty, deep purples brightening to pinks, oranges and yellows, shot through with warm greens. It looks a lot like a sunset, or glowing stained glass.
"We're here." Chirpily.
Eventually, the ship drops out of hyperspace around a luminous planet, surface lit up in shades of red from bright to dusty, deep purples brightening to pinks, oranges and yellows, shot through with warm greens. It looks a lot like a sunset, or glowing stained glass.
"We're here." Chirpily.
"So, y'know," as the door closes behind them, "same as before - You got your markets, your street theatre, archery contest ended a while back, but there's the sword fights and the fist fights, and there's some fortune tellers around, too. Stuff like that."
Yawning, a little.
Yawning, a little.
[OOM] Outside.
Aug. 30th, 2008 01:58 amAtton is brooding.
Which is to say, he's sat by the lake, sharpening a knife against a stone. The repetitive movement is calming, as is the presence of something sharp and pointy.
Sharp and pointy things are nicely silent, after all. Usually. Sometimes after drinking a lot they're a little more noisy.
Which is to say, he's sat by the lake, sharpening a knife against a stone. The repetitive movement is calming, as is the presence of something sharp and pointy.
Sharp and pointy things are nicely silent, after all. Usually. Sometimes after drinking a lot they're a little more noisy.
[OOM] Koor, Guppy's stag party.
Aug. 19th, 2008 09:43 pmKoor has good festivals, but you know what it also has? Good stripclubs, that Atton spent much time browsing to find the one most likely to make Guppy blush.
The stag party group comes out of the bar in a street, opposite a building with a neon sign. It's in Aurebesh, which is probably a good thing, but the holopicture of a cartoonish and highly unrealistic human woman poledancing probably gets across the message of what happens inside fairly well.
"We're here." Brightly, as Atton puts an arm around Guppy's shouldersto prevent escape encouragingly.
The stag party group comes out of the bar in a street, opposite a building with a neon sign. It's in Aurebesh, which is probably a good thing, but the holopicture of a cartoonish and highly unrealistic human woman poledancing probably gets across the message of what happens inside fairly well.
"We're here." Brightly, as Atton puts an arm around Guppy's shoulders
[Prethreading OOM] Will and Kate, Koor.
Jul. 25th, 2008 12:10 amAtton doesn't head out of the bar, this time, he just opens the door to let Kate and Will through, leaning his head out of the doorway to talk to them.
"I'll meet you back here in ... lemme think ... two hours? Don't get into any trouble." He grins at them, before closing the door.
"I'll meet you back here in ... lemme think ... two hours? Don't get into any trouble." He grins at them, before closing the door.
[Prethreading OOM] Kate and Atton, Koor.
Jul. 16th, 2008 11:14 pmKoor is bright, colourful and loud, for the most part, and vibrant with life.
The door leads out into a large city square, lined with stalls, with a group of masked actors in the centre playing out some form of very overdramatic musical tragedy.
Atton turns to Kate. "So. Stuff t'buy, stuff t'eat, fortune-telling, fights for money, dancing, street theatre, and as I find more stuff in the city this list keeps on growing and growing so I won't bore you with the rest." Brightly. "Any ideas on what y'want t'do?"
The door leads out into a large city square, lined with stalls, with a group of masked actors in the centre playing out some form of very overdramatic musical tragedy.
Atton turns to Kate. "So. Stuff t'buy, stuff t'eat, fortune-telling, fights for money, dancing, street theatre, and as I find more stuff in the city this list keeps on growing and growing so I won't bore you with the rest." Brightly. "Any ideas on what y'want t'do?"
[Prethreading OOM] Guppy and Atton, Koor.
Jul. 16th, 2008 10:06 pmKoor is bustling, loud and colourful.
Atton and Guppy exit the bar into a large town square, lined with stalls and tables of food, and lit up by the stars, three moons and dozens of brightly coloured lanterns. There are some people in masks and slightly daft looking costumes nearby, performing what appears to be some sort of epic, mimed drama.
"S'a bit of a walk t'the fight-signing-up-place, but not too far. There's food and stuff t'buy here, too, if you're peckish."
Atton and Guppy exit the bar into a large town square, lined with stalls and tables of food, and lit up by the stars, three moons and dozens of brightly coloured lanterns. There are some people in masks and slightly daft looking costumes nearby, performing what appears to be some sort of epic, mimed drama.
"S'a bit of a walk t'the fight-signing-up-place, but not too far. There's food and stuff t'buy here, too, if you're peckish."
[OOM prethreading] Atton and Will, Koor.
Jul. 15th, 2008 07:14 pmKoor is probably best described as bright.
It's a crisp, clear night with bright stars and three moons, and the large stone city that Atton's door leads to is buzzing with life. The streets are lit by brightly coloured lanterns, there are dozens of stalls (some of which are more conspicuous than others - One tall, dark haired man has several large cattle animals tied to a post next to him) set up all over the place, and the large town square seems to be host to an array of performers and dancers.
Atton gives Will a grin. "'Kay. We've got stalls for anything y'might possibly want, we've got fortune telling somewhere around here, we've got dancing, we've got street theatre, we've got chances t'fight for money, I think there's an impromptu archery contest somewhere around here, and we've got all the sights and sounds of the city. Where first?"
It's a crisp, clear night with bright stars and three moons, and the large stone city that Atton's door leads to is buzzing with life. The streets are lit by brightly coloured lanterns, there are dozens of stalls (some of which are more conspicuous than others - One tall, dark haired man has several large cattle animals tied to a post next to him) set up all over the place, and the large town square seems to be host to an array of performers and dancers.
Atton gives Will a grin. "'Kay. We've got stalls for anything y'might possibly want, we've got fortune telling somewhere around here, we've got dancing, we've got street theatre, we've got chances t'fight for money, I think there's an impromptu archery contest somewhere around here, and we've got all the sights and sounds of the city. Where first?"
[OOM] Lucifer and Jaq, their room.
May. 31st, 2008 11:36 pmJaq's sat on the floor of the room, fiddling about with Lego, building a remarkably accurate and detailed model of a Republic cruiser.
He's less ... red, today, as his attire is less the red flightsuit, or the red-and-black-ohgod-my-eyes-the-goggles-do-nothing dress uniform, and instead greenish camouflage clothing that's much less garish. He's got twigs in his hair (presumably not intentionally, they just got caught there) and it looks like his clothing's been soaked through with sweat.
(You gotta love being made to make planetfall in a very hot jungle like Dxun, really.)
This is probably why there's currently a shower going, the water in the process of heating up.
He's less ... red, today, as his attire is less the red flightsuit, or the red-and-black-ohgod-my-eyes-the-goggles-do-nothing dress uniform, and instead greenish camouflage clothing that's much less garish. He's got twigs in his hair (presumably not intentionally, they just got caught there) and it looks like his clothing's been soaked through with sweat.
(You gotta love being made to make planetfall in a very hot jungle like Dxun, really.)
This is probably why there's currently a shower going, the water in the process of heating up.
[OOM] Holos.
May. 29th, 2008 03:10 amAtton's room is cluttered with his worktools and various pieces of metal. He's been doing a lot of work, after all. Too much to keep on his workdesk.
He's searching for holos, amongst his fairly extensive collection, most of which he's never watched.
He's searching for holos, amongst his fairly extensive collection, most of which he's never watched.
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May. 28th, 2008 10:09 pm”Maybe you’re approaching this from the wrong perspective.” Lyman murmured, brushing one hand over Atton’s bedposts. Atton scowled down at his workdesk, waving a hand behind him dismissively.
“Go away. I don’t talk to visions, new policy. I’m trying to work, here.”
”Of course you are. Have you considered the messages?”
“Flawed metaphors.” Atton snapped. “You’re just confusing matters.”
“You’re confusing matters. It’s your subconscious that all of this is being filtered through.”
Atton delicately set the device down, shoved his chair back, and swung the nearby blackboard around. A spotlight came down on him, casting the rest of the room in darkness.
“Let’s recap.”
Something tickled at his ear. Quiet orchestral music.
“The engine of a tram. The heart of a machine - In the purely literal sense that it pumps out energy, right?” Atton scribbled across the board. “Kate doesn’t have heart problems, she’s not going to be spontaneously collapsing from heart disease anytime soon, so either somebody here is an idiot or my visions are tending along the sappiest fairytale lines possible.”
Lyman opened his mouth to say something. Atton cut him off.
Viciously, “Spotlight’s on me, kriff off. Let’s assume ...” Scribbling, “... that it’s sappy fairytale. The heart is some kind of representation for everything good and strong about somebody, rather than a piece of muscle. Something’s winding there. So, we have something long enough to wind, presumably alive enough to do so on its own, which leads neatly onto ... snakes.”
The music struck a long, quivering chord. Atton set one foot up on the chair. Slowly, quietly, “Snakes. I don’t know. Clan symbol, maybe. Poison - poison. Something corrupting. Maybe she really is suffering from heart disease after all.”
Lyman looked bemused at him, adjusting his glasses. Atton frowned at him, sweeping over, the spotlight shuddering along with him, and snatching the glasses off.
“Glasses. Masks. Things that conceal people’s eyes, and faces.”
”Subterfuge.”
“Shut up, subconscious. Something’s being hidden. Something important, ‘cause I can read people’s expressions like a book, a lot of the time. Mandalore, too, significant or just because of his mask?”
Lyman raised an eyebrow, quietly, striding out into the audience’s chairs. Atton shook his head at him, swung back to the blackboard to resume scribbling.
“War. Metal, cold, hard. Reinvention - Flawed reinvention, because he’s still the same person under that mask. Disguise. Loyalty.”
”Some are correct, maybe. Some are not.” Lyman. remarked, mildly, settling down in a seat at the back.
“Guppy. Guppy - He’s not masked. He’s not exactly a master liar, he’s never tried to reinvent himself.”
”Consider profession, perhaps. It’s a defining factor.”
“Maybe. Doctor, then. That still doesn’t fit. Clinical? Experiments? Disease - The heart disease theory becomes more likely by the moment. He was suggesting electroshock therapy, so corruption.”
”It’s possible.”
“It isn’t. It’s a weak argument, admit it.”
”Let’s not forget the reality here, this is all just happening in your head. I can’t exactly disagree with you.”
Another sharp rise in the music. Atton ran a hand through his hair.
“Let’s forget people. Brain surgery - Something needs to be corrected.”
”In the brain?”
“Or in the eyes. I wouldn’t trust Mandalore with my medical needs. Glass eyes. Is there a computer here?”
”They’re regular features of a lot of theatres.” Mildly.
“But probably not this one. Okay. Glass, windows, stained glass, because eyes are coloured. Earth churches. Kate and Will are both religious.”
”I think we’re getting into desperation territory here. You’re finding connotations that you didn’t intend - Would you honestly think of Earth churches to factor into your visions?”
Atton grumbled.
“Fine. Windows, then. Windows to the soul?”
”It’s very cheesy.”
“We passed cheesy when we started talking about hearts.”
”Ah, I see. Like how we passed insane when you started imagining a theatre, with a blackboard and ... Is that opera music?”
“In a crescendo. Don’t worry, its only significance is how frustrated I’m getting with you. Something’s wrong with Kate’s windows?”
”Double-glazing?”
“I’ll do without the sarcasm, thanks. This doesn’t make any sense, let’s move on. A nerf driving a tram. Let’s move on again. A crash - Pretty clear, there. Disaster, mass death, so on, so forth. Somebody banging at the doors.”
”Something needs to get out?”
“Something needs to get in. Without seeing who they were it’s impossible to say why.”
The music stopped. Abruptly. Lyman peered about, vaguely surprised.
“This makes no sense.”
Another spotlight came down, illuminating Kate on the other side of the stage. Atton hadn’t seen her before.
Kate turned, slowly, murmured something in a dialect that Atton couldn’t understand.
”Ban eil mi ‘tuigsaina.” Lyman muttered in response.
Kate’s spotlight faded out. Another came down, nearby, on a blank space.
With a dull creak, the theatre broke apart, leaving Atton back in his room, standing by his workdesk.
”Well.” Lyman remarked as he faded away. ”I thought that was super-helpful.”
“Go away. I don’t talk to visions, new policy. I’m trying to work, here.”
”Of course you are. Have you considered the messages?”
“Flawed metaphors.” Atton snapped. “You’re just confusing matters.”
“You’re confusing matters. It’s your subconscious that all of this is being filtered through.”
Atton delicately set the device down, shoved his chair back, and swung the nearby blackboard around. A spotlight came down on him, casting the rest of the room in darkness.
“Let’s recap.”
Something tickled at his ear. Quiet orchestral music.
“The engine of a tram. The heart of a machine - In the purely literal sense that it pumps out energy, right?” Atton scribbled across the board. “Kate doesn’t have heart problems, she’s not going to be spontaneously collapsing from heart disease anytime soon, so either somebody here is an idiot or my visions are tending along the sappiest fairytale lines possible.”
Lyman opened his mouth to say something. Atton cut him off.
Viciously, “Spotlight’s on me, kriff off. Let’s assume ...” Scribbling, “... that it’s sappy fairytale. The heart is some kind of representation for everything good and strong about somebody, rather than a piece of muscle. Something’s winding there. So, we have something long enough to wind, presumably alive enough to do so on its own, which leads neatly onto ... snakes.”
The music struck a long, quivering chord. Atton set one foot up on the chair. Slowly, quietly, “Snakes. I don’t know. Clan symbol, maybe. Poison - poison. Something corrupting. Maybe she really is suffering from heart disease after all.”
Lyman looked bemused at him, adjusting his glasses. Atton frowned at him, sweeping over, the spotlight shuddering along with him, and snatching the glasses off.
“Glasses. Masks. Things that conceal people’s eyes, and faces.”
”Subterfuge.”
“Shut up, subconscious. Something’s being hidden. Something important, ‘cause I can read people’s expressions like a book, a lot of the time. Mandalore, too, significant or just because of his mask?”
Lyman raised an eyebrow, quietly, striding out into the audience’s chairs. Atton shook his head at him, swung back to the blackboard to resume scribbling.
“War. Metal, cold, hard. Reinvention - Flawed reinvention, because he’s still the same person under that mask. Disguise. Loyalty.”
”Some are correct, maybe. Some are not.” Lyman. remarked, mildly, settling down in a seat at the back.
“Guppy. Guppy - He’s not masked. He’s not exactly a master liar, he’s never tried to reinvent himself.”
”Consider profession, perhaps. It’s a defining factor.”
“Maybe. Doctor, then. That still doesn’t fit. Clinical? Experiments? Disease - The heart disease theory becomes more likely by the moment. He was suggesting electroshock therapy, so corruption.”
”It’s possible.”
“It isn’t. It’s a weak argument, admit it.”
”Let’s not forget the reality here, this is all just happening in your head. I can’t exactly disagree with you.”
Another sharp rise in the music. Atton ran a hand through his hair.
“Let’s forget people. Brain surgery - Something needs to be corrected.”
”In the brain?”
“Or in the eyes. I wouldn’t trust Mandalore with my medical needs. Glass eyes. Is there a computer here?”
”They’re regular features of a lot of theatres.” Mildly.
“But probably not this one. Okay. Glass, windows, stained glass, because eyes are coloured. Earth churches. Kate and Will are both religious.”
”I think we’re getting into desperation territory here. You’re finding connotations that you didn’t intend - Would you honestly think of Earth churches to factor into your visions?”
Atton grumbled.
“Fine. Windows, then. Windows to the soul?”
”It’s very cheesy.”
“We passed cheesy when we started talking about hearts.”
”Ah, I see. Like how we passed insane when you started imagining a theatre, with a blackboard and ... Is that opera music?”
“In a crescendo. Don’t worry, its only significance is how frustrated I’m getting with you. Something’s wrong with Kate’s windows?”
”Double-glazing?”
“I’ll do without the sarcasm, thanks. This doesn’t make any sense, let’s move on. A nerf driving a tram. Let’s move on again. A crash - Pretty clear, there. Disaster, mass death, so on, so forth. Somebody banging at the doors.”
”Something needs to get out?”
“Something needs to get in. Without seeing who they were it’s impossible to say why.”
The music stopped. Abruptly. Lyman peered about, vaguely surprised.
“This makes no sense.”
Another spotlight came down, illuminating Kate on the other side of the stage. Atton hadn’t seen her before.
Kate turned, slowly, murmured something in a dialect that Atton couldn’t understand.
”Ban eil mi ‘tuigsaina.” Lyman muttered in response.
Kate’s spotlight faded out. Another came down, nearby, on a blank space.
With a dull creak, the theatre broke apart, leaving Atton back in his room, standing by his workdesk.
”Well.” Lyman remarked as he faded away. ”I thought that was super-helpful.”
Alternate Universe Atton/Will.
May. 4th, 2008 10:00 pmIn a change from his usual fare, Atton hasn't really been training today. He's been cooking, but that's vastly different.
Right now, he's sprawled out on the sofa with a book, waiting to jump on Will when he sees him. Probably not literally, but then you never really know with Atton.
Right now, he's sprawled out on the sofa with a book, waiting to jump on Will when he sees him. Probably not literally, but then you never really know with Atton.
The door from Milliways comes out from an abandoned shop in the centre of the city square, where a lot of people in brightly coloured soldiers are milling about. A fair few of them seem to be sailors or spacers of some variety, generally causing trouble and terrorising citizens. Several more seem to be nobles, reacting to this trouble with vary degrees of hysteria and/or angry challenges to duel.
Atton seems rather unbothered with it all. He's more concerned with holding the door open for Guppy and Will.
Atton seems rather unbothered with it all. He's more concerned with holding the door open for Guppy and Will.
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Apr. 11th, 2008 11:56 pm“I have a smuggling mission to be getting to, you know. Very important. Very smuggley. Can’t wait.”
“It’ll have to.” The Disciple waved a hand dismissively. “We’re short on Jedi Knights, but we cannot simply ignore a request for aid, especially from a developing world.”
“You mean a backwater. I don’t have to do what you say, y’know. I can just resign.”
“You could. That’s why I’m going through the considerable difficulty of offering you a substantial fee.” The Disciple replied, smoothly. “Tell me what you’re getting for your smuggling job, and I’ll double it.”
“They’re people in need, Blondie.”
“So are these. Your price?”
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The day before could be summed up in two words: Ooh, Disciplemunnies.
Atton’s next day could also be summed up in two words: Stupid salvagers.
He was just coming out of hyperspace when the parts they sold to him cut out, and then exploded. The ship shuddered as it was ejected violently into real space, spinning down towards a rather pretty planet as the back end of it disintegrated, leaving air rushing out as the ship hit the atmosphere.
The containment fields snapped into place. Atmospheric shields came up, flickering half-heartedly as the temperature in the shuttle skyrocketted.
Lack of air. Unpleasant heat. Shaking and, now, turning around and around as gravity kicked in. Atton found himself tossed about the revolving ship, flailed about as he clung onto the controls and attempted to guide the ship into a landing.
They were helpfully fried. Atton’s swearing was cut off as the shuttle hit the water.
“It’ll have to.” The Disciple waved a hand dismissively. “We’re short on Jedi Knights, but we cannot simply ignore a request for aid, especially from a developing world.”
“You mean a backwater. I don’t have to do what you say, y’know. I can just resign.”
“You could. That’s why I’m going through the considerable difficulty of offering you a substantial fee.” The Disciple replied, smoothly. “Tell me what you’re getting for your smuggling job, and I’ll double it.”
“They’re people in need, Blondie.”
“So are these. Your price?”
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The day before could be summed up in two words: Ooh, Disciplemunnies.
Atton’s next day could also be summed up in two words: Stupid salvagers.
He was just coming out of hyperspace when the parts they sold to him cut out, and then exploded. The ship shuddered as it was ejected violently into real space, spinning down towards a rather pretty planet as the back end of it disintegrated, leaving air rushing out as the ship hit the atmosphere.
The containment fields snapped into place. Atmospheric shields came up, flickering half-heartedly as the temperature in the shuttle skyrocketted.
Lack of air. Unpleasant heat. Shaking and, now, turning around and around as gravity kicked in. Atton found himself tossed about the revolving ship, flailed about as he clung onto the controls and attempted to guide the ship into a landing.
They were helpfully fried. Atton’s swearing was cut off as the shuttle hit the water.
[OOM] Kazic III.
Apr. 8th, 2008 01:18 amThis isn't the city Atton took Guppy to, but it's possibly somewhere nearby.
They come out near the centre of the city, at the foot of a rather tall, wide tower on some cliffs, overlooking a sea. It looks rather like it's dusk, or just getting to twilight, because that's how it always looks during the warm season. Night and day aren't concepts that really exist on Kazic III.
"This part of the ruins is outside of the new settlement - That's further inland."
They come out near the centre of the city, at the foot of a rather tall, wide tower on some cliffs, overlooking a sea. It looks rather like it's dusk, or just getting to twilight, because that's how it always looks during the warm season. Night and day aren't concepts that really exist on Kazic III.
"This part of the ruins is outside of the new settlement - That's further inland."
Alternate Universe Atton/Will.
Mar. 28th, 2008 11:19 pmAtton's possibly come straight from some sort of formal event his brother made him attend. It would explain a lot.
Firstly, why he's outside hitting a punching bag. Sitting down for a long period of time is frustrating, and difficult, and he isn't fond of it. Secondly, why he's wearing a kilt, something that is usually reserved for when he's forced to. Thirdly, why there's a very smart shirt and jacket discarded on the ground nearby.
Firstly, why he's outside hitting a punching bag. Sitting down for a long period of time is frustrating, and difficult, and he isn't fond of it. Secondly, why he's wearing a kilt, something that is usually reserved for when he's forced to. Thirdly, why there's a very smart shirt and jacket discarded on the ground nearby.
[OOM] Visit to Kazic III with Guppy.
Mar. 9th, 2008 08:31 pmThe door from Milliways takes them out onto the ramp of Atton's shuttle, outside. It's cold - Colder than the average UK winter - and the sky is a dark purplish colour, as if it's not quite night. Perhaps more noticeable are the (seemingly) fir trees - They're tall, which is to say that the tallest is about a mile high.
Atton gives Guppy a grin, leading him towards the edge of the cliff they're on. There's a city, far beneath - Small by the standards of Atton's galaxy but massive by Earth standards, stone towers and buildings shattered and broken, the ground riddled with craters, all set in a semicircle around a building set into a mountain. While the city shows no signs of being rebuilt and many signs of being abandoned, there are people. They're stood or sat about fires, near less damaged buildings, chattering loudly.
The entranceway is taller than a house, with two equally tall wolf statues either side of it, sitting and looking exceptionally vicious, with blue lights set into them as eyes. They're not Earth wolves - The tails, as long as the body and clearly prehensile, tipped with curved blades - make that pretty clear.
Guppy gets a big grin from Atton.
"'S nice, right? We're a long way from where the Restoration Project has set up. There are just salvagers here."
Atton gives Guppy a grin, leading him towards the edge of the cliff they're on. There's a city, far beneath - Small by the standards of Atton's galaxy but massive by Earth standards, stone towers and buildings shattered and broken, the ground riddled with craters, all set in a semicircle around a building set into a mountain. While the city shows no signs of being rebuilt and many signs of being abandoned, there are people. They're stood or sat about fires, near less damaged buildings, chattering loudly.
The entranceway is taller than a house, with two equally tall wolf statues either side of it, sitting and looking exceptionally vicious, with blue lights set into them as eyes. They're not Earth wolves - The tails, as long as the body and clearly prehensile, tipped with curved blades - make that pretty clear.
Guppy gets a big grin from Atton.
"'S nice, right? We're a long way from where the Restoration Project has set up. There are just salvagers here."
Jaq and Lucifer.
Mar. 5th, 2008 10:28 pmJaq's trying to learn how to read.
He's arranged a sofafort for this purpose, and is sitting in its depths, staring at a book. He hopes that if he stares long enough eventually it'll make sense.
There may be some frustration.
He's arranged a sofafort for this purpose, and is sitting in its depths, staring at a book. He hopes that if he stares long enough eventually it'll make sense.
There may be some frustration.
