There's a statue in the media lab, sitting on a fleshcouch, hunched over a lit datapad, looking for all the world like it fell asleep reading
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It was odd seeing the statue in the library. It's not like in one of the usual places on the ship. Its form reminded her slightly of Teddy's wings. And the reading pose was strange.
Kate had settled into a chair, reading one of her father's magazines, this one New York City society based. Mostly for nostalgia and memory. She hoped he was still alive and sleeping too, but there was no way to be sure.
The cracking immediately made her drop the magazine and stand up from her seat, taking a defensive pose.
...Ok, that's a new one for here. She flecked a few small stone shards from her suit.
"...You must be new around here. Or you normally like this?"
Goliath spreads his wings to their full span, relishing the stretch before refolding them across his chest, recognizing the strange room where he found what looked like little computers containing literature.
Unfortunately, the one he was reading when he fell asleep has not survived his waking. It smokes quietly on the floor, crushed and battered from his awakening stretch and clenching of his fists. He looks from it to the young girl, surprised still despite his previous days' encounters with the humans of the ship that she doesn't respond to his awakening with more screams.
"That depends on what time it is." He pauses, breathing in and out to finish clearing his head of the fuzz of his strange awakening from the previous . . . day, night, whatever it was. "If you can say this place has a 'time.'"
"My kind are nocturnal. Though I do not know if that would make this 'night.'"
But it feels closer to right than did his last awakening. His thoughts are not clouded, and he is no longer tired or disoriented. This may pass for night - if he is on a consistent sleep cycle again.
He glances at the human girl, who is once again not nearly as alarmed by his waking as he's used to humans being.
"I am sorry. I did not mean to disturb your reading."
Jamie's been prowling the ship, looking for distractions, and the media library seems as good a place as any to find them. He's not quite expecting said distraction to come in the form of a big, out-of-place statue, however.
He sidles up to get a closer look and is momentarily distracted by the datapad in its hand...claw...thing; as he tries to figure out what the purpose of this is, the statue's surface suddenly erupts in a series of cracks. Jamie looks up with a sort of 'oh god what did I do' expression, and in the next moment the statue seemingly explodes.
Jamie skitters back, flailing and somehow managing to not fall over on his butt. Freezing in place, he stares at the winged behemoth roaring to life a few feet away.
Goliath stretches, settling down from his yawn and folding his wings back into place, at which point he notices Jamie, frozen and staring.
He stares back. Usually they humans have run away by now.
And usually this is the point where he'd start roaring about trespassing, but this isn't his territory. So he inclines his head, his unblinking gaze not leaving the human youth's face.
Well. Given the horrific bellowing of a few moments ago, Jamie hadn't expected the creature's next actions to be so...civil. He fidgets a bit and then ducks his head nervously in return, a few chips of scattered stone falling from his shoulders and hair. "Um...evening. Sorry if I, uh...disturbed you."
Holly had come to the library for some peace and quiet, and for some time to reflect and think. She'd noticed the odd statue, but had mostly ignored it. If aliens wanted to decorate the library with sleeping gargoyle-ish statues, then they could just go ahead and do it. It wasn't quite as gaudy as Artemis's gold-covered-everything decorating tastes, after all.
Holly had curled up in a chair, reading from a small golden book that she normally kept on a chain around her neck. Reading this was, to her, like a Christian human reading the bible for guidance in a hard time. She hadn't been paying attention to anyone else in the library - that is, until the statue exploded and started roaring.
Holly instantly went on alert, her hand sliding to her gun. This... thing was like a weird hybrid of a troll and a full grown demon. With wings. Kind of a scary mix, really.
By the time he's done, it sounds more like a yawn. Goliath stretches, folds his wings over his chest, and nods to Holly after taking stock of his surroundings.
Then he looks at her, curious. Even though nobody he's met yet has admitted to being one of the Fair Folk, she looks very much like she might be an exception - until he notices the gun. Oberon's Children are not, in his experience, fond of those.
"I mean you no harm," he says, looking from her weapon to her face. "My race are protectors. Not aggressors."
Well, he obviously wasn't a demon or a troll. Very few of either of those species could string together that many words it one go. Still, she wasn't quite ready to let go of her gun.
"Just what is your race, then?" She said, narrowing her mis-matched eyes. "You don't look like any race I've ever seen, so your word doesn't really mean much."
Didn't help that he was more then twice her size, which was in itself rather intimidating.
"I am a gargoyle. And unless you are a child of Oberon, neither am I familiar with your race. For the sake of peace between our kinds, I will honor your word even if you will not honor mine."
He uncrosses his wings and holds them behind his back. She has a clear sight on his limbs now - and a clear line to his vitals. But he's keeping his eyes on that gun.
"I will not mislead you. If you draw your weapon, I will not allow myself to be injured. But I will not harm you."
Even though the crew now had rooms instead of cubby holes, Jono liked retreating to the media library to listen to music. Normally not a problem, though today it came with a niggling bit of something at the back of his mind. Something he ignored in favor of something that sounded like punk might in another couple hundred years.
He still kept a telepathic ear out for others, which was the only reason he had even half a moment of warning before the stone went flying. Just enough to roll out of the chair and under the table to cover his head. GORDON FECKIN' BENNETT!
Was that a voice? That might have been a voice. Except for the part where it was in his head.
Well, he's surprised enough people with his awakening, and he may surprise a few more. "I mean no harm," he says, just in case somebody's mind needs to be put at ease.
What the bloody 'ell? It took a moment for Jono to get himself together enough to stick his head back over the chair, eyes still wide as he pulled the earphones off. And kept his fingers up along the top of the cowling of his plantsuit. Erm. Roight. Yeah. Jus' startled, mate. I think.
It's Goliath's turn to be startled. "You speak without a voice, but you seem human in spite of it."
He's not sure if he likes the transfer of voice directly into his mind, but is not rude to say so outright, especially to someone concealing that much of their face with a cowl. Perhaps he cannot speak any other way.
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Kate had settled into a chair, reading one of her father's magazines, this one New York City society based. Mostly for nostalgia and memory. She hoped he was still alive and sleeping too, but there was no way to be sure.
The cracking immediately made her drop the magazine and stand up from her seat, taking a defensive pose.
...Ok, that's a new one for here. She flecked a few small stone shards from her suit.
"...You must be new around here. Or you normally like this?"
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Unfortunately, the one he was reading when he fell asleep has not survived his waking. It smokes quietly on the floor, crushed and battered from his awakening stretch and clenching of his fists. He looks from it to the young girl, surprised still despite his previous days' encounters with the humans of the ship that she doesn't respond to his awakening with more screams.
"That depends on what time it is." He pauses, breathing in and out to finish clearing his head of the fuzz of his strange awakening from the previous . . . day, night, whatever it was. "If you can say this place has a 'time.'"
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She shrugged, "Got me, I've about given up trying to track time around this place. Why would the time matter though?"
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But it feels closer to right than did his last awakening. His thoughts are not clouded, and he is no longer tired or disoriented. This may pass for night - if he is on a consistent sleep cycle again.
He glances at the human girl, who is once again not nearly as alarmed by his waking as he's used to humans being.
"I am sorry. I did not mean to disturb your reading."
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He sidles up to get a closer look and is momentarily distracted by the datapad in its hand...claw...thing; as he tries to figure out what the purpose of this is, the statue's surface suddenly erupts in a series of cracks. Jamie looks up with a sort of 'oh god what did I do' expression, and in the next moment the statue seemingly explodes.
Jamie skitters back, flailing and somehow managing to not fall over on his butt. Freezing in place, he stares at the winged behemoth roaring to life a few feet away.
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He stares back. Usually they humans have run away by now.
And usually this is the point where he'd start roaring about trespassing, but this isn't his territory. So he inclines his head, his unblinking gaze not leaving the human youth's face.
"Good evening."
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He looks towards the door. His castle is unguarded, and probably has been for many hours now. "Otherwise I would have returned to my castle."
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Holly had curled up in a chair, reading from a small golden book that she normally kept on a chain around her neck. Reading this was, to her, like a Christian human reading the bible for guidance in a hard time. She hadn't been paying attention to anyone else in the library - that is, until the statue exploded and started roaring.
Holly instantly went on alert, her hand sliding to her gun. This... thing was like a weird hybrid of a troll and a full grown demon. With wings. Kind of a scary mix, really.
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Then he looks at her, curious. Even though nobody he's met yet has admitted to being one of the Fair Folk, she looks very much like she might be an exception - until he notices the gun. Oberon's Children are not, in his experience, fond of those.
"I mean you no harm," he says, looking from her weapon to her face. "My race are protectors. Not aggressors."
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"Just what is your race, then?" She said, narrowing her mis-matched eyes. "You don't look like any race I've ever seen, so your word doesn't really mean much."
Didn't help that he was more then twice her size, which was in itself rather intimidating.
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He uncrosses his wings and holds them behind his back. She has a clear sight on his limbs now - and a clear line to his vitals. But he's keeping his eyes on that gun.
"I will not mislead you. If you draw your weapon, I will not allow myself to be injured. But I will not harm you."
She can kiss her gun goodbye, though.
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He still kept a telepathic ear out for others, which was the only reason he had even half a moment of warning before the stone went flying. Just enough to roll out of the chair and under the table to cover his head. GORDON FECKIN' BENNETT!
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Well, he's surprised enough people with his awakening, and he may surprise a few more. "I mean no harm," he says, just in case somebody's mind needs to be put at ease.
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He's not sure if he likes the transfer of voice directly into his mind, but is not rude to say so outright, especially to someone concealing that much of their face with a cowl. Perhaps he cannot speak any other way.
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