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[001] Voice/Action

Apr 27, 2011 07:19

[It appeared that bridge whose name Luke had been fretting over had just become the least of his worries.

So yeah, he'd found that music box, and yeah, the music had been kind of pretty and he might have zoned out a bit while listening to it, but... he couldn't have like... fallen apart and died that quickly, could he? Without even noticing? But ( Read more... )

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action notthehead April 27 2011, 13:54:19 UTC

[so many new voices! that can only mean that something is happening. and maybe that something will bring Jam here. or even other little people like Chey. and they all start where he starts, so this is where Chey is today when Luke arrives.

he is perched on a low-hanging lamppost, sitting on his knees with his fingers curled around the rim of the lamp. the shouting of names makes him flinch, immediately zoomed in on the source, watching without blinking, following him as he meanders.

that's no Klovodokaravi...]

action oldest7yearold April 27 2011, 14:16:47 UTC

[Sorry Chey, but Luke's a bit too worried at the moment to be paying attention to his surroundings all that much. You may notice that he's not carrying a lot - just a notebook and pen, and his seal, which he found when he felt an unfamiliar weight in his pocket.

At one point he will stop and stare up at Chey at he's wandering, but... doesn't really seem to take in what he's seeing, as his eyes are not very in-focus. After a few seconds, he looks down shakes his head, and resumes wandering.

Might need to catch his attention.]

notthehead April 27 2011, 14:23:46 UTC

[he shrinks and cowers when he's seen - er, not seen, but eyes in his direction are all the same to him. doing so disrupts his own accessories: long, blue ribbon around the shoulders and neck, a Legionnaire's flight ring threaded through it to be carried. it gets pushed off the lamp as Chey shuffles backward, swinging like a pendulum with enough weight to give a feeling of being pulled down. down to big people with grabby hands and big teeth--

Chey flails and fidgets a little, tugging at the ribbon until he somehow gets free of it. it drops, making a distinct tinkling sound on the ground.]

oldest7yearold April 27 2011, 17:31:00 UTC

[Minor distraction is a go. The noise does a little to shake him out of his brooding as he glances over at the source of it, the ring and ribbon, then up again to the strange... creature on top of the lamppost, this time actually paying a bit more attention to what he's seeing. And he walks over, stopping a few feet away from the fallen ring and ribbon, looking hesitantly from them to their owner. He's not sure if he should pick it up yet.

What do I do this is awkward what are they can they understand me I still need to find out if I'm dead] Uh... h-hey?

notthehead April 27 2011, 17:37:22 UTC

[oh dear.

leaning down, Chey's fingers uncurl and curl again around the lamp lid, fretting over his ring until he sees big person-shape head over again. he freezes again, immediately locking gaze in a very deer-in-headlights way.

he jumps a little at being addressed. hey is like hello or pay attention because Stein told him so. Chey is paying very close attention.

one hand lifts and presses against his chest in a kind of who, me? way.]

oldest7yearold April 27 2011, 18:55:20 UTC

[Luke here is not the greatest with nonverbal communication, especially not with someone he isn't quite sure understands him. But... so they seem to be indicating themselves? Well... ugh he doesn't even know anymore. And if he's dead, why should he really care anyway...]

So... I guess you can understand me?

notthehead April 27 2011, 19:02:07 UTC

["I," "understand," and "me"...Chey perks up a little. it's almost exciting - he knows those words!

he nods a definite yes, pulling himself closer to the edge of the lamp by his arms, sliding his knees close. he points down to the ring at Luke's feet, making a gesture to himself. I need that!]

oldest7yearold April 28 2011, 06:07:43 UTC

[Well... that was a bit more of a clear reaction. Luke looks down at the ring, then up at... whoever or whatever this was. It was pretty clear what Chey was trying to say. And... it's not like he's the kind of person to intentionally be a jerk...

So he'll reach down and pick up the ring. As he holds it up, he examines it for a second before holding it up and out to this strange creature. That's what you want him to do, right?]

notthehead April 28 2011, 13:32:24 UTC

[on pins and needles, Chey's hand retracts to hide under his chin, fidgeting anxiously as Luke picks up the ring. he shrinks away just so slightly as it's held up, expression going through a series of THIS IS SUCH A BAD IDEA to NO I MUST THIS IS A GOOD THING I THINK.

gulp.

very carefully, Chey extends his arm again, grasping for the ribbon, clawing at the ring a little until he gets it, pulling it to himself. he ducks his head, slipping it over his shoulders yet again, grasping it still with both hands, ready to tug the ring free.]

Sorry for the slowness. oldest7yearold May 1 2011, 21:57:01 UTC

[The thing seems to be afraid of him, for some reason. It's definitely nervous, at least... Luke doesn't know why. He relinquishes the ring easily enough once Chey's grabbed it. He'd been intending to give it back after all.

So he'll watch as Chey readjusts the ring, trying to figure out what this thing is... it's not a monster - or it least it isn't acting like one. In that respect, it's almost reminding him of a cheagle. It understood him when he'd talked to it...

... except he needed to find out what was going on here. He needed to know if he was still alive or not.]

Who are you...? Do you know where we are?

slowly catches up on cheytags... notthehead May 3 2011, 20:55:06 UTC

[tiny fingers coil around the ring very precisely - and repeatedly; curl, uncurl, curl again...Chey gulps, trembling a little as he refocuses his attention to the words. who, you, know, where, are...he doesn't know them all yet, but he's learning. and their fluctuation and placement...

another gulp.

with the ring's help, his voice projects to be heard, still a quiet and timid tone:]

Ask...skingwho I? I...am Cheyndulamaribannb. [BEHOLD, THE ONLY WORD HE SPEAKS QUICKLY HAPPENS TO BE THE MOST HARD TO PRONOUNCE. back to slow:] Who areyuh--you?

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