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Post by Sent Pryor on Feb 15, 2013 22:44:09 GMT -5
Sent… was unsure how to handle this.
Earth. He was on Earth. In another galaxy, a completely different galaxy, and just… just a day ago, he hadn’t known there were other galaxies. Other planets. Other species. It was just absolutely mind-boggling, and the Beonan was, quite frankly, astonished he made it this far. To Earth.
Maybe it was just a planet, but it was so much more. Adventure. A change. A difference. And someplace… equal. Equal. The word was just… so foreign, the thought of it, and he couldn’t help but wonder… Would it matter, here on Earth, that he was from another galaxy? That he was male? He had been assured that neither would matter, and yet… the concept was foreign. That no one would care.
Well, they cared, at least. Enough to detain him, to make sure he had no diseases and the like, at least, that was what he had grasped, after they shoved the odd things in his ears and the noises they were making began making sense, thank goodness. The fact that they might speak different languages honestly hadn’t occurred to him, so Sent was grateful that it had at least occurred to them. And now… he was waiting. For what, he wasn’t sure.
The people here spoke so fast, so quickly and so much it made his head spin, and he shrunk down into his sweater until it covered his mouth, then over his nose, until only his yellow eyes and above were peeking out, watching the strange people. So foreign! So different! It was incomprehensible, really, much of what they were speaking of, words that he didn’t yet grasp, sounds flowing together – how did they speak so much – in a way that he couldn’t yet grasp, and his arms retracted from his sleeves, as well, huddling in the main part of his sweater as his legs shifted upwards, bending and pressing against his chest, and it took a few quick tugs before his sweater covered them, as well, turning Sent into a small sweater ball with just the tops of his head peeking out.
The chair was uncomfortable. The lights were bright, bright, far too bright, making his eyes squint, the walls, the floor, so different, so odd, the people so loud, and scary-looking, and different, and he was just… lost. And confused.
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Post by Brainiac Five on Feb 24, 2013 22:06:20 GMT -5
"...From the second galaxy..." "...Brought by the Kwai..." "...Wants U.P. citizenship..."
Querl snorted a bit, as he listened to the briefing he was being given by a sort of skittish, imskian S.P. officer. His fast talking matching the pace the two were walking at, as Querl finished putting on his transuit. The corridor nearing it's end, before the officer stopped, and Querl ducked into the decontamination room without him. Querl's pace slowed instantly, upon entering the room. Hands behind his back, as the door opened for him, and shut after he entered. Motion sensors being very effective, as always.
And there, sitting on the examination table, was a sweater. Well, a person it was, but it was so huddled in it's own clothing, it looked like a heap of textile material. Querl gave it a stare, up and down. He was in examination mode. He had been called in for this especially, due to the fact that this being was from a newly discovered species, and of course, the blatant reason that he was one of the few people that bothered to learn proverso without telepathic earplugs. "Greetings." He began, starting to circle about the specimen. Observing it from all angles. Perhaps this would appear threatening to some, but it wasn't as if Querl cared very much about that. Once on the right of the being, Querl reached for a holo, and stood in front of the person. The holo now activated, and ready to take notes.
"Can you tell me your name, planet of origin, gender if applicable, and age?"
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Post by Sent Pryor on Feb 27, 2013 23:29:35 GMT -5
The door slid open, and Sent looked up with a start, surprised, yellow eyes widening at the presented sight. A male, one of the very tall males, but green, was here. With just his eyes peeking up over the edge of his sweater, he probably looked, well, odd, to the other, a strange sight, but the Beondan couldn't quite bring himself to care. He was nervous, sorry!
At the simple word, though, some tension melted away, because he was understandable. Thank goodness! Hesitantly, he poked his entire head out at that, eyes and head carefully turning to watch the other circle him, teeth emerging further to gnaw on his lower lip. "...Hello." His response was quiet, shy, but it was honestly amazing he was making some sort of reply, given the fact that at this new thing, his tension was being replaced by sheer uncomfortableness at being watched in such a manner. At least he was stopping now, though...
But now he had to speak. Mm, great...
Letting out a shaky exhale, Sent slipped one arm back into his sleeve to brush some hair out of his face, doing his best to meet the other person's eyes, but not quite succeeding, his gaze averting slightly to land on the odd markings on his forehead. "Sennet Pryor, Beon, male, and four," came his carefully recited, yet barely-above-a-whisper answers.
There. Answered. So far, so good. With that bit of encouragement, Sent unfurled a touch, his other arm slipping our of his sleeve, before they both encircled his sweater-enconsed knees. So far, so good, so far, so good, so far, so good... |
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