http://wind-of-reason.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] wind-of-reason.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] luministi2010-06-26 12:43 pm

◌ 005 ◌ Aliens! / Calling Raivis

[Fuu is walking to the park for archery practice (thusly attired and armed) when the message arrives. And she's rather delighted by it.]

Aliens! How amazing!

[Having made it only as far as the south-west corner of the library, she looks over to find that the Poseidon statue is gone.]

... Something is seriously up with that statue. First it was moving around in the weird-weather lighting, and now this.

[Suddenly she thinks of Raivis. Concerned that Miss Verita's message might have frightened the boy, she activates her CAT. After a moment of consideration, she decides to make the transmission open to all.]

Well, I'm not so sure about the sky falling [Fuu pauses and tilts the CAT up, showing a perfectly fine sky], but something strange is happening again.
Raivis, are you okay? Stay inside, alright? I'm going to have a look around-- oh! [As she had glanced up to suit actions to words, she notices the large Kirin-like statue from the greenhouse. Now across the street from her by the theatre.]

How did you get there...?
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[personal profile] collector 2010-06-27 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
I don't meet many mythical creatures, but it usually holds for the diverse and sundry monstrous species of the universe. There are some interesting species on the dune planets that you have to run from in a very particular way, though. [Wait, he's getting distracted. He gets to his feet and starts making his way through the garden. He manages the walk-and-talk well without running out of breath. Either it's the alien biology or the fact that he used to be in The West Wing: Gallifrey Edition.] It isn't a problem if you run faster than they do, but for whatever reasons, most things that try to kill you are just fast enough to keep on your heels. And if you're wearing bad shoes and twist an ankle, that's the end of it. Which is why I always pick my best footwear when I take Bernice to an auction.

[ooc: To his advantage, he canonically can pull of a 'nonchalant stroll' that somehow keeps pace with a cybernetically enhanced human running at full-tilt. The gentlemanliness remains preserved even when speed is called for!]
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[personal profile] collector 2010-06-27 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
You've never been to an auction with my Head of Archaeology. She could turn a tea party into a full-fledged Dalek invasion.

[He notices the plants. While he doesn't seem to be walking with any further urgency, his pace is certainly picking up.] Don't let what's ahead of you distract you from what's behind.
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[personal profile] collector 2010-06-27 06:44 am (UTC)(link)
[he cuts off his transmission and breaks into a run absurdly fast nonchalant stroll. Fuu is too far away for him to reach, so he tosses over an odd make-shift device of wires and metal from his pocket. It brings up a thin wall of light between Fuu and the Kirin - and then it drops.]

[suddenly more irritated than worried]


Surely you're joking. He's the most useless person in all of spacetime. [He's obviously not referring to himself]

[No one ever said Time Lords could prioritize]


[ooc; I hope this works?]
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[personal profile] collector 2010-06-27 05:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[As he's steered away, he hooks his foot around the device and kicks it up towards him; he catches and pockets it without losing momentum. Hand-eye and foot-eye coordination: they're important.]

[Blissfully, it is the English tea room. As it is empty, he opts to start making the tea for himself.]
Would you care for a cup?

[Questions about magic and long angry rants about relations who don't hand over proper supplies can be saved for after tea is gotten.]

[ooc: Excellently! A tea house is invariably the best place to be.]
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[personal profile] collector 2010-06-27 08:48 pm (UTC)(link)
They could of course be aliens from below. [as he sets the tea] That was interesting, what you did. May I hazard a guess that it was magic?
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[NowI with added beverage!]

[personal profile] collector 2010-06-27 09:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[He smiles briefly. He is inscrutability in its incarnate form, serving tea.] I walk rather quickly. Wind magic would be - elemental, then? So sorry for the questions. My universe is rather lacking in the magical department, so it's a point of curiosity to me. How do you take your tea?