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Post by Shan on Jul 15, 2015 11:49:12 GMT -5
The man approaching the woman in the lake did not seem to be angry or apprehensive as the man with the bow, but he still held a sense of caution about him as he neared the water. Probably preparing himself to dodge should the woman begin her furious tirade again and try to pelt him with more of the tiny balls.
A small snake slithered across the branch Shan was perched on right before his feet. The green and brown reptile looked up at him and flicked its tongue out, studying him for a few seconds before sliding further along the branch and up his leg. The monk held out his hand patiently to the snake and it slid up his hand, wrapping itself around his wrist as if to hug his hand. Shan pet the snake with one finger, running his index along the snake's back from it's head down an inch or two and back. Shan had always had an affinity for animals of all sorts and loved to have them around.
"What do you think is going on here, friend snake?" Shan asked, again in his native tongue. "You can taste it on the air too, can't you? Something is different." The snake looked back at him, as much a sign of acknowledgement as any it could give. "Yes, you're right, everything here is different." Much as the strange man firing arrows at the woman in the lake, unprovoked. Shan frowned at that, never happy about violence, especially when most matters could be settled peacefully. But perhaps that was just how Earthlings did things. Every culture was different, and he was not to judge them but to observe them and learn. Still, that sour taste on the air...
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Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2015 1:31:41 GMT -5
"Says the man in tights who doesn't know where the hell he is but is well-willing to shoot his bow and arrow as well as his mouth off," Fitz retorted. "You ever think the reason the mermaids don't like you is you don't know how to talk to them? You shoot arrows at them? Watch this, I'll go impress the lady with my overwhelmingly charming personality and if she goes for my face then you can shoot her, how's that sound? You got nothing to lose."
Archer snorted, "This is not my world, I could care less what you do to keep yourselves amused. I don't spend my time learning backward ape games. You want to get your face gnawed off or your legs gnawed on, go ahead. I don't trust mermaids. I suppose if I feel like it, I could shoot her, and kill her, if things go bad for you."
Fitz had been in Torchwood long enough to realise that merpeople, for all he knew, really did eat people's faces off. So while he was interested in meeting one, he also kept himself ready for an attack. Did they like songs? Girls liked songs and she was a girl of a sort. Or was that some other mythological being? He thought about what he knew about mermaids and had to admit they weren't associated with cute yellow fish and singing crabs but he was a bit of a sucker for a femme fatale. But maybe she wanted to get out, like he said, somehow had got stuck in the pond there.
"Hey..." He kept his hands where she could see them as he approached the pond. "Sorry about that bloke! He's got bad manners but good aim..."
Archer kept a weary glance, his face pursed in basically a sour expression.
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Post by Syrinx on Jul 26, 2015 18:37:15 GMT -5
Syrinx stopped throwing the little white balls when she saw one of the men approach the pond. He didn't look particularly threatening -- and besides, she could really use some help in finding her way out of this place -- perhaps he might be able to help her?
Of course, she knew that he probably wouldn't be so disposed to be of assistance if she hit him with a golf ball.
"Hey..." [Fitz] kept his hands where she could see them as he approached the pond. "Sorry about that bloke! He's got bad manners but good aim..."
The mermaid looked to the area where Fitz had come from and saw, just a little ways off, the Archer kept a weary glance, his face pursed in basically a sour expression. Clearly, he'd rather shoot her dead with one of his arrows, rather than bother to speak with her. It was just as well, though. Syrinx wasn't feeling particularly friendly towards the hooded man, any way.
Returning her gaze to the man who was speaking to her, Syrinx nodded and then said, "Yeah. Nearly speared me." Syrinx frowned. "But, at least not everyone here shares his poor manners," she added, indicating that she was finding Fitz to be much easier to deal with.
"Please, allow me to introduce myself," the mermaid said, rising just slightly out of the water, propelled upward by the use of her tail. "I am princess Syrinx of Atlantis, and I am afraid that I am terribly lost..." She offered him an apologetic smile and silently prayed that he might be able to help her.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2015 23:51:02 GMT -5
"You're a right charmer, you are. If you didn't care you wouldn'tve tried to get everyone away from here, Robin Hood. So you're not from here, are you? Yeah, we'll chat about that later."
"Sorry about him, he's not from around here." He couldn't help it, she was gorgeous. And a mermaid. A real one. And not gnawing his face off which was a bonus, in his line of work. And a princess! "A princess? Did you say Atlantis, get out...that's a real place, is it? Well, you sure are at the wrong kind of court," he agreed. "Fitz Kreiner, Man of Myster'y, rock guitar god on the weekends and helper of mermaid princesses on Thursdays...erm, though you see there's been a bit of a problem round here. Someone got killed here earlier, don't spose you happen to know anything about that?"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2015 10:56:51 GMT -5
"You're a right charmer, you are. If you didn't care you wouldn'tve tried to get everyone away from here, Robin Hood. So you're not from here, are you? Yeah, we'll chat about that later."
Archer rolled his eyes,"Don't take my lack of interest as consideration that I don't care for humans. You have merit. I am just not like the others of my race that seem to fawn over you with delight. I am not Robin Hood either." Archer shook his head, remembering vaguely having to read that tomb from The Archivist. "I don't rob from the rich or the poor, since money has no meaning to me. I am more of a...."
He tried to think of the word, "I think your race would call me a bounty hunter, except I don't hunt your race, I hunt my own, and I've been out of business for a long time for reasons....well that's another story. Now I seem to be a crusader of lost causes."
Returning her gaze to the man who was speaking to her, Syrinx nodded and then said, "Yeah. Nearly speared me." Syrinx frowned. "But, at least not everyone here shares his poor manners," she added, indicating that she was finding Fitz to be much easier to deal with.
"Please, allow me to introduce myself," the mermaid said, rising just slightly out of the water, propelled upward by the use of her tail. "I am princess Syrinx of Atlantis, and I am afraid that I am terribly lost..." She offered him an apologetic smile and silently prayed that he might be able to help her.
"Sorry about him, he's not from around here." He couldn't help it, she was gorgeous. And a mermaid. A real one. And not gnawing his face off which was a bonus, in his line of work. And a princess! "A princess? Did you say Atlantis, get out...that's a real place, is it? Well, you sure are at the wrong kind of court," he agreed. "Fitz Kreiner, Man of Myster'y, rock guitar god on the weekends and helper of mermaid princesses on Thursdays...erm, though you see there's been a bit of a problem round here. Someone got killed here earlier, don't spose you happen to know anything about that?"
Archer grumbled to himself and folded his arms a bit neatly, apparently he was the only one around here that had any sense. He couldn't believe that the stupid human was willing to get close to a mermaid.
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Post by Syrinx on Aug 26, 2015 13:53:13 GMT -5
"Sorry about him, he's not from around here."
Syrinx smiled politely at the Human. It was awfully thoughtful of him to take the trouble of apologizing for the other man. Very gallant.
"A princess? Did you say Atlantis, get out...that's a real place, is it? Well, you sure are at the wrong kind of court," he agreed.
"Well, yes," Syrinx replied, though she was clearly a little confused. "My home is indeed a real place." She didn't understand, for the fabled city of Atlantis was not known to her; Atlantis was her planet -- a planet compromised mostly of water.
"Fitz Kreiner, Man of Myster'y, rock guitar god on the weekends and helper of mermaid princesses on Thursdays...erm, though you see there's been a bit of a problem round here. Someone got killed here earlier, don't spose you happen to know anything about that?"
"I am pleased to make your acquaintance," the mermaid replied.
And, she was. This was the first time she'd ever truly met a Human that seemed to prove her father wrong about the land-dwelling race. This Fitz seemed quite a decent fellow, though Syrinx hadn't any idea what a 'rock guitar god' was.
He seemed quite unlike that other guy, back there on the green. The one who'd tried to shoot her full of arrows. Syrinx didn't much care for that one.
She hadn't even noticed the other man, yet. No one had, it seemed.
"Are you a knight, ser Fitz?" Syrinx inquired, inching closer and closer to shore. "Is that why you are investigating a murder?"
"I, myself, know nothing of any wrong doing -- I do not even know how I came to be here, and I am afraid that I cannot find my way back home." the princess explained.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2015 21:23:25 GMT -5
"Fab! That's great, Atlantis. And mermaids...I guess some dreams really do come true." He grinned at her. "I like your hair. And your tail. You can breathe underwater then?"
"Pleasure's all mine, love," he said with a rogueish wink.
"Er...knight. Well, something like that yeah. A modern day one, sounds good enough for horseshoes and hand grenades. Er...not literally. That's an expression." He looked over at the Archer and then back to her. "He wouldn't know an expression if it hit him in the face, that one. But listen we got a problem going on and he seems keen that you're the reason. But you wouldn't lie to me, you'd tell me. See we're getting on and he thinks you'dve chewed my face off by now. Shows what he knows!" He scoffed with mock offense. "So tell it to me true, someone got killed here just this morning and it's a bit fishy, he thinks that you turned up. But it could be a coincidence or maybe something related to how you got here. What do you think? You seen anything besides golf balls and blokes in plaid?"
"It's not that I don't mind havin a princess around but people around here aren't used to merpeople and then they get scared. So then they shoot arrows and worse, specially when there's already someone dead to give them the reason, hey. We got to keep a low profile till we figure out how to get you home to Atlantis. What ocean is that in? My geography's not so good but I dunno how you got into the pond even though it must've been by the sea."
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Post by Shan on Sept 8, 2015 14:51:44 GMT -5
Shan slinked through the trees away from the course and the scene unfolding, the one man talking to the woman in the water whilst the angry bowmen watched warily from afar. Interesting as the scene was, something in the air was drawing his attention, foul and coarse as if there was sand in the air scratching against his skin. Whenever the wind would stir, it brought along a greasy tremble that pulsed at Shan's lungs.
The air began to grow cooler as the monk moved along, searching. Not by much, two degrees at most, but enough that he noticed the difference. The ground began to get soft, almost soggy, and the sand shifted color in a low gradient beneath his feet until it led to an area where the ground looked black and burnt in spite of its sodden texture. Shan knelt and felt the soil then wiped his hand off on his pants. It felt sticky to the touch. As soft as the ground was here, Shan could not feel the vibrations through it as well.
"What is this?" he pondered to himself. Something about it seemed slightly familiar, a story or a legend he'd heard that whispered along his memories as smoke. Thin and wispy, it flickered there one moment and vanished the next, leaving the monk unable to grasp what it was. Something important. "I know this." Shan moved further in, using the thick roots of trees as secure footholds as the ground was too soft to traverse easily. The stench in the air was thick and musky, cloying in his lungs and clinging to his skin oily.
Before long, the ground began to appear less like dark mud and more like tar, pooling in areas and bubbling. Shan had to hold himself to the tree tightly as some of the roots had begun to rot away under the necrotic affect of whatever was causing the ground to turn into the matte swamp. Again was the sense that he recognized the effect, but it was just out of reach.
"What is this?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2015 18:49:25 GMT -5
Archer stood as far as he could. This whole scene unfolding didn't feel right, he couldn't explain it. Something tickled at the edge of his mind. When suddenly Fritz said something, "We got to keep a low profile till we figure out how to get you home to Atlantis. What ocean is that in? My geography's not so good but I dunno how you got into the pond even though it must've been by the sea."
Archer coughed a bit, "That's because Atlantis isn't on this planet." He scratched his beard a bit, "It's far from here, different solar system actually, which means...." He raised an eyebrow, "Either two things, a crack in the fabric of reality or someone dumped her royal highness into a waterway without her realizing it."
He sighed, "I suppose....I am going to have to take her home, which really is for the best after all. A mermaid doesn't belong here in the first place. Although I am curious...." He paused, "How this happened in the first place."
Archer frowned suddenly, he felt a movement in the Earth itself, something abnormal. More so than usual, as a Time Lord he could feel the turning of this small little planet hurtling through space itself, but suddenly something felt off, really off. He suddenly scooped up his bow and proceeded to go forward, his eyes partially closed feeling something a bit irregular. It felt.....he couldn't explain it, he wished the Archivist was here, surely she could have explain the sensation, but the hair on his arms was sticking up on end.
He almost fell into what looked was a brackish murky pool, but quickly avoided it by inches. Instead he leaned down, he gave a quick glance at the man who was near it. He stuck a finger into the murk and carefully tasted it on the tip of his tongue. He looked thoughtful as he took in whatever sensory information he could from it and then spat it out and then shook his head, "No bueno."
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Post by Syrinx on Oct 17, 2015 17:09:09 GMT -5
Are you a knight, ser Fitz?" Syrinx inquired, inching closer and closer to shore. "Is that why you are investigating a murder?"
"Er...knight. Well, something like that yeah. A modern day one, sounds good enough for horseshoes and hand grenades. Er...not literally. That's an expression."
The little mermaid knew nothing of horseshoes, nor hand grenades; however, she did know what an expression was. Syrinx offered Fitz a confused look, but yet nodded to indicate her semi-understanding.
He looked over at the Archer and then back to her. "He wouldn't know an expression if it hit him in the face, that one. But listen we got a problem going on and he seems keen that you're the reason. But you wouldn't lie to me, you'd tell me. See we're getting on and he thinks you'dve chewed my face off by now. Shows what he knows!" He scoffed with mock offense. "So tell it to me true, someone got killed here just this morning and it's a bit fishy, he thinks that you turned up. But it could be a coincidence or maybe something related to how you got here. What do you think? You seen anything besides golf balls and blokes in plaid?"
"I, myself, know nothing of any wrong doing -- I do not even know how I came to be here, and I am afraid that I cannot find my way back home." the princess explained.
"It's not that I don't mind havin a princess around but people around here aren't used to merpeople and then they get scared. So then they shoot arrows and worse, specially when there's already someone dead to give them the reason, hey. We got to keep a low profile till we figure out how to get you home to Atlantis. What ocean is that in? My geography's not so good but I dunno how you got into the pond even though it must've been by the sea."
Archer coughed a bit, "That's because Atlantis isn't on this planet." He scratched his beard a bit, "It's far from here, different solar system actually, which means...." He raised an eyebrow, "Either two things, a crack in the fabric of reality or someone dumped her royal highness into a waterway without her realizing it."
"Well... No one took me -- I wasn't just dumped somewhere, as you've so eloquently put it," the princess said. "I was just swimming -- exploring, perhaps..." she trailed off, recalling how her Daddy always got mad when he heard that she'd ventured away from the palace on her own...
... now, she had a much better understanding of why.
"And then, I found myself here."
[The Archer] sighed, "I suppose....I am going to have to take her home, which really is for the best after all. A mermaid doesn't belong here in the first place. Although I am curious...." He paused, "How this happened in the first place."
Syrinx crossed her arms over her chest and sort of glared at the Archer.
"I don't know!" she snapped. "It just happened!" Gods, but he was exasperating. "And, what do you mean by saying that I don't belong here? I haven't caused any trouble!" the princess countered, feeling a bit offended.
Besides, she was Royalty. She could go anywhere she pleased, or nowhere at all -- whatever her Heighness wished.
"And, besides..." Syzinx went on, while she made her way to the water's edge and pulled herself up onto the golf course. "I can fit in just fine," she vowed.
And with that, the mermaid brought her golden-scaled tail flopping down onto the solid ground along with the rest of her.
"Umm... Do you have something I can use to dry off with?"
The Archer seemed distracted by something and someone else, just a ways off. Perhaps he hadn't heard all of what she'd said. Perhaps he didn't care. But, the only way this little fishie was going to walk around on two legs like the rest of this lot, required her to be a bit less wet.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 19, 2015 19:45:37 GMT -5
"Hm...well, that makes two of us. But we'll get you back somehow. You can't live in the golf pond, that's for sure. Not fit for a princess, is it?"
Fitz looked thoughtful and then asked her, "Did you see anything a bit weird, like? Or maybe a smell...er, taste? Some lights, or bubbles or weird feeling maybe?"
"Alright, now calm down. No one here's sayin' you did anything wrong, just that we don't know how you got here. And that, you know, people here aren't used to seeing mermaids." Then he looked at Archer. "Another planet, really? Huh. Explains a lot I spose."
Fitz boggled a bit, watching her climb out of the water with a slosh of water and the flip of a tail as golden as his fish. "Er, sure....just...hang on..." He turned to grab some towels off one of the abandoned carts. When he got back, the Time Lord had wandered off a bit. Fitz thought he could see him a bit away, since the place was now thankfully dead empty. He turned and proffered a stack of towels towards Syrinx. "Here you go...er, should I call you princess?"
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Post by Shan on Dec 1, 2015 17:45:46 GMT -5
Shan only noticed the newcomer a few seconds before be came into view. Shocked slightly as he was, Shan did not even bother hiding as he approached. In fact, he was somewhat intrigued and wanted to know who could get so close so stealthily, could move so carefully that he would blend with the wind and natural surroundings. Even with the rotting mire disturbing his senses, Shan was not expecting to have someone move with such skill. At least, not among the humans. For the majority of what he'd observed of the race, humans had moved so far away from their natural raising that most trampled about as they pleased. When this one came into view, Shan noticed he was the same man from the field dressed in green and wielding a bow that had fired at the woman in the lake.
The bowman knelt down at the edge of the mire and dipped a finger in it to taste the foul substance. Shan's stomach lurched a bit at that. Whatever the substance was, it was undoubtedly unnatural. He couldn't fathom imbibing. Or even touching it. It unsettled him, disturbed him on a very basic and primal level. Did this man know more about it? Maybe he knew what had caused this atrocity.
"Pardon me," the monk piped in, "do you know this?" He motioned to the muck. "It is... not clean. I-" His words cut short beneath a resounding crack as the tree he was holding on to split open down the center and the black sludge poured free from it, oozing down the trunk towards where he grasped on to a lower branch. Shan inhaled sharply and released the tree, losing his footing on the root. With the inhaled breath, Shan resonated. He spun around and reached out to the wind and drew it in beneath him, curling the wind around his back and rolling in on himself in a flipping manner, pushing the air against the base of the tree to thrust himself through the air. The monk launched himself like a springboard, rising upward. Once more he curled the air and used it to glide over the top of the mire to land lithely next to the man in green.
"We should leave this place. It is not right." He looked back over his shoulder at the mire and winced. "Please, do not say of this. Of me. Not... I don't know the word. Not like others."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2015 2:28:15 GMT -5
The bowman knelt down at the edge of the mire and dipped a finger in it to taste the foul substance. Shan's stomach lurched a bit at that. Whatever the substance was, it was undoubtedly unnatural. He couldn't fathom imbibing. Or even touching it. It unsettled him, disturbed him on a very basic and primal level. Did this man know more about it? Maybe he knew what had caused this atrocity.
"Pardon me," the monk piped in, "do you know this?" He motioned to the muck. "It is... not clean. I-" His words cut short beneath a resounding crack as the tree he was holding on to split open down the center and the black sludge poured free from it, oozing down the trunk towards where he grasped on to a lower branch. Shan inhaled sharply and released the tree, losing his footing on the root. With the inhaled breath, Shan resonated. He spun around and reached out to the wind and drew it in beneath him, curling the wind around his back and rolling in on himself in a flipping manner, pushing the air against the base of the tree to thrust himself through the air. The monk launched himself like a springboard, rising upward. Once more he curled the air and used it to glide over the top of the mire to land lithely next to the man in green.
Archer looked thoughtful, "No I don't know this. But one must use all their senses to know what they are dealing with and....."
Archer watched in sort of a fascinated horror as the tree snapped in two and black sludge came oozing from it. "Fascinating......" Archer said, "Most interesting indeed."
He watched rather impressed at the man's movements as he managed to glide through the air, or rather seemed to manipulate the space around him to get past the muck.
"We should leave this place. It is not right." He looked back over his shoulder at the mire and winced. "Please, do not say of this. Of me. Not... I don't know the word. Not like others."
"Obviously not...." Archer said calmly, "And you're right, it's not right, I have an odd suspicion that that stuff might be sentient. But it was...." Archer paused a moment reflecting on the taste of the substance in his mouth before spitting it out in disgust, "Brackish and foul. If it is alive, it's not the most pleasant of beings since it has only bitter, foulness,and rot within itself."
"Anyway I am not....." He paused, "like the others around here either, I was just sort of passing through. I am a wanderer in the fourth dimension."
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Post by Syrinx on Dec 18, 2015 13:52:34 GMT -5
Syrinx gratefully accepted the pile of towels from Fitz and started to dry off. "Thank you," she said, dabbing at her tail. "And, there's no need for formalities -- my father's nowhere in sight," she added with a wink. "Please, call me Syrinx," the mermaid said with a friendly smile.
It didn't take long for the princess to towel off, and when she felt dry enough, she did the one thing that her father had forbidden, and she transformed her golden-scaled tail into a pair of human legs.
Of course, doing so left Syrinx clothed in... well... nothing, really. Her long, gold-red hair hung low enough to cover her breasts (and then some, for it was quite long), but she was quite without pants -- though, she was trying her darnedest to wrap up her lower half with a couple of the skimpy golf towels... and failing, miserably.
"Umm..." Syrinx intoned, slowly looking to Fitz for a bit of help. "I'm sorry... I forgot -- I don't have any clothes..." She trailed off, self-consciously nibbling on her lower lip.
Being naked wasn't exactly a problem for Syrinx, as she, like most mermaids, didn't happen to be overly modest. However, she was painfully aware that she was the only one present without a thing to wear, and... she felt a mite guilty.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2015 12:45:30 GMT -5
"So, no chaperons hey? Erm....Syrinx it is then. I won't stand on formalities if you won't," he teased and then looked embarrassed, "I mean, sorry, tail..."
'Don't stare, don't stare, don't stare,' Fitz told himself repeatedly as he turned his head and looked around for something he could give her to cover up. "Erm....hang on a tic," he said, jogging over to one of the abandoned golf carts to look for a jacket or something that had been left behind in a hurry to give to her.
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