[There's a strange crackling noise on the Hitomi and then -
light, and a shape, a shape of a human head unfocused and moving, making the video dizzying. There's noises of stomping, of somebody in being in a bad temper. A sudden stop, and suddenly there's a clear focus on a new face. Or rather, his jawline - he is busy looking up at the sky, his
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What are you going on about?
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But the replies. This is new. Marco takes his time, learning about the functions on the Hitomi. This voice, in particular. He doesn't know who he is. Or what, for that matter. But he still has to reply, or else he still knows nothing, which is the worse thing that can happen to anyone.
So, Marco replies, his voice dry but neutral.]
I'll tell you when you get older.
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That's an awfully amusing little phrase, coming from someone like you.
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he's all broken.
It takes one to know one, after all.
But Marco is Marco, and he just can't help himself.]
Don't say that, man.
You'll make a guy cry.
Especially when we hardly know one another.
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Oh, are you an alien?
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Gotta play this safe.]
Nah, I'm a native citizen in America, although I have heard it might as well be its own planet anyway.
My dad works for a company that deals with space matters. [Which is more or less true, anyway.]
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I'm Japanese myself. [As you can undoubtedly tell from her blonde hair, violent eyes, and mob cap.] And you know, it's funny, I actually have done some work in space as well~
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What, you an astronaut or something? Work at NASA?
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[Iroh didn't understand a lot of the words that were said -- interstellar, and Legoland, and Ellimist might as well be nonsense. But he could tell the person speaking was new, and probably didn't want everyone to hear his angry rant.]
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Although I wish I know where I am, to start with.
'Cause I'm pretty sure this ain't home.
[Of course it's not home, Marco lost his home to the Yeerks, but got his mother back (most importantly) and now lives in a valley where alien can-openers scrap the bark off of trees in peace.]
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If this isn't Earth, then why are there humans? And sorry if I sound rude or anything, but who are you?
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You have no idea.
Who are you?
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[He hesitates and then says,]
I'm Marco.
And I'm more interested in what is this land of idiots.
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[ Another stranger. They come often these days. This one, at least, seems to recognize that he is being meddled with by a sentient force. ]
Elimist?
Is that a word for deity in the tongue which you use?
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I don't worship deities. Ellimist is a name, nothing more.
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What should it matter if you worship deities or not?
Regardless of whether they are suitable for worship -- and I assure you I am the only one who is -- they have brought you to this world.
From the tone of your broadcast, I took it that this was your understanding.
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If only if I was a dumber person and call the Ellimist a deity or a god or whatever, then it'll make my life a whole lot simpler. But I not, and that whole deal is a lot more complicated to that, and I am not interested in explaining myself to you who I don't know who you are.
And unless your name is Yasmine Bleeth, then more than likely you won't find me converting to your cult or whatever.
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