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Post by Sea on Mar 17, 2008 18:46:26 GMT -5
Sanet entered the gardens, having sorted through her luggage and left it in a dorm room. She walked to the dock, where she leaned against the rail and looked forlornly upon the water. She picked up a pebble, and threw it in, watching the ripples silently. The sun was setting on her first day at TMA, and she felt shy, lost and alone. The excitement she had felt was gone, leaving an apprehensive and timid girl for others to see. This was not Sanet, not Sanet the Thief, not Sanet the Run-Away, nor was it Sanet the New Yorker. This wasn't any Sanet. She had left her books behind in the dorm room. She had no want for anything, not a book, not music, not food. Perhaps company, but she felt to scared to seek it out. She didn't even feel the usual urge to splash about in the water, and she hung her head dismally. Her hair fell before her eyes, showing a very different girl than she was.
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Post by Skulls And Pie on Mar 17, 2008 19:01:26 GMT -5
One foot in front of the other. One foot in front of the other. One foot in front of the other. Repeat the process. His black chucks were tight on his legs as he walked. One foot in front of the other. He really wasn't even thinking about walking. Hell, was he even thinking? Right now he was just reading and processing information. One foot in front of the other. His masculine hands were in their armwarmers, as usual, and they held up a book. The cover read, "King Lear" and depicted an old man holding a young woman in his arms. His black glasses were tucked behind his ears and his yellow eyes quickly darted down the page, reading the lines as if it were vital to his survival. One foot in front of the other. He kept walking through the garden, which had never really been one of his haunts in T.M.A. He couldn't even remember if he had ever been there before. Maybe not the wisest plan as it was about to get colder with the setting sun, he wore an unbuttoned black Hawaiian style shirt, never letting an opportunity to show off his "bod" go to waste. One foot in front of the other. One foot in front of the other. One foot in front of the other. Eyes buried deep in Shakespearean writing, the demon was not at all paying attention to where he was going, and of course, tripped. Laying on the ground in the garden, his glasses and book lay a foot away from where he drowned in embarrassment. "Dumbass."
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Post by Chris on Mar 17, 2008 19:04:59 GMT -5
The impact of hard plastic impacting the concrete of the path seemed to be muted by the sheer quiet of the garden. Loki tilted his head up, looking up without taking off his jet black command cover. he looked at the moon, slightly bigger than he knew it should be. His Gaze then dropped and locked on to the female by the water. He sighed, he typical came here to escape people and look up at the stars, hoping that by some trick of physics he'd see the Sol he'd left behind, like Hyperia shining through from a galaxy long distant. he paused, about to turn on his heel and leave when he saw her distressed. Closing his eyes, Loki sighed again. Why do I care? he asked himself. He then looked forward at her and made a marcado movement forward. As he neared her, he smiled genuinely and said, "Greetings. What brings you here?
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Post by Sea on Mar 18, 2008 11:16:53 GMT -5
Sanet noticed the mew face, and gave a small smile. It was plain that it did not reflect how she felt. She was relieved to see that people here were friendly, though. "I... I don't know. I just got here, from New York, and I wasn't sure where to go once I got here. The gardens seemed nice, so I thought I'd go and see. I've never been to a school before... I just don't know what I'm supposed to do." The words had started out slow, then became a little quicker, a glass window into her world of confusion. Noticing that she hadn't even introduced herself yet, she put her hand out. "Sanet. Sanet O'Malley. And you?"
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Post by Chris on Mar 19, 2008 17:42:31 GMT -5
"I am Lt. Lux Eth Blas of Imperial Majesty's Navy." Loki said with a smile, "But most people just call me 'Loki.'" Trying his best to imitate what he'd seen others do, he offered his black sleeved hand awkwardly, a thick and thin silver band graced it. "I have never heard of 'New York.' Where is it?" He asked. He had some vague notion of the city, but it was no more important to him than some place called London or Beijing. It honestly sounded like a name for a star 'New York.' He mused for a moment to look through a list of Imperial Stars to see if he could find it. but that would not only be impossible because he lacked such a list, but useless because the woman obviously wasn't a Citi-ject. He was happy to see her just the same, its odd to feel out of place, and while few could probably feel as much out of place as he, maybe someone could get close.
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Post by Sea on Mar 20, 2008 8:11:13 GMT -5
"Nice to meet you, Loki," smiled Sanet, shaking his hand. Some one who didn't know where New York was? Was it possible? If he didn't know where it is, then he must not know what it's like either. Sanet took it upon herself to paint the picture of majestic and grotesque NYC. "New York City... I don't know where it is in relation to here. But it's really big, with hundreds of skyscrapers, and a big park in the middle. Near the park there's this really pretty building called the Plaza where you can have tea. At sunset, the sun is behind all the buildings and the skyline is really pretty. There's a harbor, and in the harbor there's a really huge green statue called the Statue of Liberty. It's a lady holding a torch and a book. There are lots of different people and neighborhoods. But you got to be careful in certain neighborhoods because there are gangs." Sanet could almost see New York as she described it, and felt a little homesick.
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Post by Chris on Mar 20, 2008 17:33:53 GMT -5
"So its an Orbital city?" Loki asked as he cocked his head to the left. Then his eyes widened, "I doubt that actually." he corrected himself. She didn't speak or act like someone who lived in a city. she wasn't positively insane at the sight of all the water as a life long dweller in orbit would be. Hell, he had enjoyed just taking an hour shower after the end of every cruise. "I come from Capital City, its an Archipelago of five islands. Four Islands make up the city proper, the Capital of the Imperium, and the fifth is the Emperor's special home. I live on the southern most Island. its reasonable. Magsus Rail systems transit all over it, but there is still a large amount of personal vehicle traffic. As a Merchant, i have a personal vehicle, but its almost always at the Space port."
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Post by Sea on Mar 20, 2008 18:47:54 GMT -5
Sanet was reminded of Star Wars videos she had dug out of her parents closet when she was young. Mainly because most of the things he said made no sense to her, but then, maybe what she said made no sense to him either. Was this normal though? Was she supposed to know about Orbital Cities? One word she recognized though, and it peaked her interest. "A merchant? What did you sell?" asked Sanet. She remembered walking down the streets in Manhattan, tail hidden under her coat and her ears under her hood. She would walk past the street stands, looking for one that peaked her interest. When she did, she would wait until the merchant's attention was elsewhere... Or ask them if they had anything else. Then they would go rummaging about in their bags of items.. and she'd grab something, stuff it in her pocket, and melt into the crowd. Easy as that. She enjoyed merchants. From them there was so much to gain. But in this case, she was not interested in stealing, or at least not from Loki. She would never steal from a merchant she knew. A stranger was different. Very different. Yes, she wanted to know what she might gain from a Capital City vendor.
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Post by Chris on Mar 20, 2008 19:00:51 GMT -5
Loki smiled, "I am a Professional Soldier. 'Merchant' is simply my social class. In the Imperium, we have three basic Levels, and Tiers within them. At the bottom are serfs, then liberated peasants, freeman peasants, and then subjects, who mostly live in the cities. the Second Tier is the Merchants, lower and upper. I'm a lower merchant, so it was a miracle i was accepted into the Officer Corps. After the Merchants you get into various nobles....." Loki shook his head, "I won't get into the various levels, its really annoying." He looked at Sanet for a moment, ignoring the feline features maybe she is related to Perth or Neko? he wondered. "I have a question for you: does ISY mean anything to you?"
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Post by Sea on Mar 20, 2008 19:14:59 GMT -5
Sanet tilted her head to the side. "What now? What's that? .... And why are you asking me? Am I supposed to know?" She was thoroughly confused. Merchants who didn't sell stuff? And what the hell was ISY? This city of Loki's was beginning to sound like a Beatles' song to Sanet, as it seemed to have been thought up when some one was feeling slightly, or very, 'psychedelic.' She surpressed a sigh, she probably made about much sense to him as he did to her anyway. She didn't want to offend him.
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Post by Chris on Mar 20, 2008 19:35:00 GMT -5
Loki nodded again, "You aren't from my time." he said, "as near as i can tell by the stars, I'm seven thousand years ahead of you in time." he smiled at Sanet, "I'm sure you feel bewildered at the moment, as i constantly do. But I'm sure you'll find someone who lived in the city that you speak about." He paused for a second before raising his eyebrows, "Do you have any questions of the Academy? I'm relatively new here, but I'm sure i could assist you in some way."
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Post by Sea on Mar 20, 2008 19:41:18 GMT -5
Sanet thought a moment. She nearly continued to inquire about this 'ISY', but she decided against it. She had a better question. "Is there a pool table here?" asked Sanet, with a smile of bright sharp teeth and a pair of eager brown eyes. She hadn't gotten to play pool in awhile... She missed the sharp little noises each ball made... the bright colors... the 28 square feet of green felt. She missed the feel of a smooth, gleaming cue in her hand, and the thrill of victory. She missed it all. How many times had she snuck into bars to play this game? She remembered the dim lighting and the biting smoky air. She remembered it all, she missed it all, but more importantly, she needed it all. Except for the smoke.. she wouldn't mind if that was cut from deal.
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Post by Chris on Mar 20, 2008 20:06:12 GMT -5
"A pool Table?" Loki asked. his eyes seemed glazed over as he imagined it for himself. A table for swimming? how does that work? wouldn't it be far more simple of place a pool in the ground rather than building some massive suspended contraption to swim in? his eyes came back into focus, he looked at Sanet for a few moments, "This 'New York City' it is a very strange place right?" Indeed it must be, if people swim in tables...
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Post by Sea on Mar 20, 2008 20:11:43 GMT -5
"No. You don't swim in the table.. it's a table for a game called pool, no water involved," explained Sanet. "It's often used for gambling. Do you know anyone who might know if there is one here?" Her tail was twitching a little bit, but she didn't show it too much. She waited patiently, not like her, surpressing the urge to tap her foot. How could he not know what pool was? Water? How absurd. She was becoming more and more apprehensive at having to stay at TMA.
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Post by Chris on Mar 21, 2008 17:43:53 GMT -5
"So you are Psychic?" he asked, his eyes wide and his face suddenly flush with blood. He hadn't thought anything that would she would get angered about, but she might decide to scour his mind. He wondered what she would think if she saw the battle's he'd fought, sentient beings he'd killed. His gaze focused again on Sanet, "You'll have to excuse me sometimes," he said, "Standard maybe a serivative of English, but there are more than a few influences on it."
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