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A thirteen-year-old (human) girl of French descent peeks through a… 
5th-Jul-2010 11:48 am
A thirteen-year-old (human) girl of French descent peeks through a trapdoor on the floor, waves something around in her hand for a moment as if scanning for someone's presence, nods satisfiedly, then climbs the rest of the way through.

She's wearing a shirt with a stylized purple "Squiddle" on it and a mid-length skirt and a purple headband, and carries some extremely menacing-looking black-and-purple knitting needles in one hand and a ball of glowing yarn in the other.

She stands just-barely-pubescent and tall, with a carefully controlled face, as if young royalty, and despite the weapons her clear eyes betray that her alignment can only be good. The eyes dart from surface to surface before finally settling down upon the fact that nobody from her universe seems to be here.

She moves her hands so that her needles and yarn disappear back into her sylladex, and addresses nobody in particular.

Could someone appraise me as to where I am and what the intention is of sending me here? Then, if anyone wishes to explain about how their parents shaped their personality? I am attempting to gather more information on this.

Incidentally, my name is Rose. Rose Lalonde.
6th-Jul-2010 01:45 am (UTC)
He's a bit afraid of those weapons. But Bob is afraid of nearly everything and has learned to cope with it. His ruby optics are kindly as he kneels so as to not tower over the girl, and his gravelly voice is soft as he attempts to reply to her questions.

"You're in the Sign Nexus, but I don't think anyone really sends you here, or that anyone could tell you the reason. The Nexus just invites people in."

Then he looks down, his expression going a bit sad. "I never had parents, so I can't help you with your other question. And I'm Bob."
6th-Jul-2010 02:14 am (UTC)
Thank you for explaining.

She turns away for a moment, looking out the window. Clouds scuttle across the sky, reminding her of the land she should be in right now searching for answers. But meanwhile, she thinks, she may as well take advantage of this sojourn between the worlds.

It's fine if you do not know how to answer my question. I meant it as a general query, after all. In any event, where are you from?
6th-Jul-2010 04:24 pm (UTC)
"But I know how you can get back to your reality." He perks, but then pauses and considers her next question before shivering a bit and hugging himself. "I was created... born... on an Earth. But now I live on a world called Cybertron, in a sanctuary of Primus there."

Thoughts of home ease his shivering, and he looks up again.
6th-Jul-2010 06:28 pm (UTC)
I grew up on another instance of Earth, judging by the great variety of "Earth-borns" here. I am currently resident of the Land of Light and Rain, however.

...Not that I knew it for more than a few hours.

Rose looks back over her shoulder at the uncomfortable-looking mechanical humanoid for a moment, then blinks once, slowly.

Tell me about where you live.
6th-Jul-2010 08:24 pm (UTC)
Bob blinks a bit. "Cybertron? Or the sanctuary?"
6th-Jul-2010 08:57 pm (UTC)
Either is fine. Whichever you happen to be most confident or comfortable with revealing.
7th-Jul-2010 05:21 pm (UTC)
He nods slowly. "The sanctuary is all white metal, with pillars in places. And there are mosaics on the walls. There are tables to sit at, if you like, and niches along one wall if you want to just sit and be quiet."

A small, shy smile comes to his face. "It's very peaceful."
7th-Jul-2010 09:28 pm (UTC)
It sounds like a place you greatly enjoy. Did you have any... friends?
7th-Jul-2010 09:33 pm (UTC)
"Oh yes. Most the other Servants are my friends. And then there is Tessera, who lives at my Sanctuary with me and Auspex. And some of my wards have become friends."
7th-Jul-2010 09:47 pm (UTC)
That is good. I find that those with no interaction to speak of, or only negative reaction, tend to be the less... positively inclined.

What would you do with your friends?
7th-Jul-2010 09:54 pm (UTC)
"I do a lot of different things with them. It depends on the friend." He settles back on his heels, one wing twitching slightly.
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