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Chapter 3: Survival; Solo-Canon
Topic Started: Dec 26 2013, 08:37 PM (722 Views)
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Nightlife on this alien world was a frightening experience. Every sound made her jump and every new smell set her on edge. Thirst and hunger were Manix's only motivation. The egg she held and the new stolen clothes kept her warm, but they wouldn't matter much if she couldn't do something about her basic needs. She was walking south, the computer on her wrist told her that much. It was still deciphering the images and what garbled information it could pull from the alien networks. It had found one picture of a planet that she assumed was the one she was on. It was a water world with a few scattered landmasses. Knowing this didn't help at all. This place could be any of them or none of them.

Plodding along, the bedraggled Scavian slowly became aware of a scent. It made her mouth water. It wasn't until she caught herself drooling that she realized the scent was water. Stopping, muzzle stretching out, the alien rodent sniffed and relished the tantalizing smell.

"Water." She told the egg.

Up until then she hadn't spoken, preferring to keep silent, hidden, and conserve energy. But the moment seemed to warrant some form of celebration. The glowing hot embryo twitched just a little.

"I agree. Let's go find it." Pretending the egg gave a shit seemed to help calm her nerves.

Suddenly it didn't matter what might be in the weird forest of trees that were too small to really be trees. There had been no heat signatures of other creatures nearby anyway. The orange alien took off running, the egg clutched tightly to her chest, and letting her sense of smell lead her toward the water.

[So, Manix is looking for food and water.]
Edited by Maverick, Dec 27 2013, 09:00 AM.
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Unbeknownst to Manix, the last few times anything that looked even vaguely like her had appeared in this forest, it had been rather well equipped, armed for ursaring and had a large tentacle monster that had dined on the local wildlife with it. Thus, most of the local wildlife that actually noticed her was perfectly happy to leave her alone or get the heck out of dodge.

That just left the stuff that either hadn't heard about the prior things, observed a while and noted the lack of the scary monster companion, or those that just didn't notice her at all. A few shuffles of leaves in the upper branches of one of the scrubby excuses for trees indicated at least one thing was making observations, at least, and a rustle of feathers precluded a hasty explosion of several pidgey flitting out of a pile of branches ahead as she made for the pond.

The little birds didn't really want anything to do with her, however, just flapping frantically off into more scrubby tree-things. A few leaves rustled again from the hidden observer, and a quick look in that direction might catch a glimpse of something thin and green uncoiling and vanishing into the rest of the greenery.

That was it, though, for now. Until the pond was reached anyhow. A pair of buneary were huddled near the water's edge, slaking their own thirsts as Manix came to the treeline, one or the other sitting up and looking around warily as the other got their own drink, like any prey creature that hasn't been eaten should be cautious. They're bound to notice the displaced Scavian soon enough, but they haven't quite yet, at least...




:buneary :ml + :fl
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~ Drinking from the Pond.

Deepwood pond reached.
Edited by DarthEevee, Dec 28 2013, 08:17 AM.
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The blip of heat in the undergrowth was nearly on top of her when it exploded into the air. Bits of plant matter spattered her in the face as she skidded to a halt. A sharp intake of breath silenced the startled screech that threatened. Her scream cut short, she froze, watching the fluttering, flapping things vanish into the tops of the tall plants. Manix took a deep breath, trying to steady the pounding her chest.

Those things, they had eyes, like the beings from the dwellings. They had wings, but not like any winged thing back home. There was no exoskeleton, unless she wanted to consider their sharp little beaks. They had talons at least, and might even look normal if it weren't for all that fluff.

Nothing else moved. The night was quiet now and the white sliver of moon had crawled high overhead far too quickly. It gave an impression that time was moving more quickly. Logic told her that either this planet was small, or its rotation was faster. The smell of water was teasingly close and soon rationalizing her situation was forgotten again. She hugged the egg and ran a hand over its leathery surface. The motion was as much to reassure herself as it was to ward off the chill. Her trembling would not be settled so easily.

This was the first time the lower class girl had ever been away from home. Always there had been someone there to look out for her, even after moving out of her parent's nest. If it wasn't them, it was the middle class management. Did she have enough to eat? Were her quarters clean? How did she feel? How was her job performance? Her stress levels? They had been very concerned that she was consistently depressed. The interviews were maddening. Being happy was important to them. They didn't understand why she wasn't.

Now Manix was on her own. Survival training had never happened, but she wasn't stupid. Food and water were important. Warmth and shelter was important. Find these and then she could worry about everything else. The other things began to rise to the surface, in spite of the hunger and thirst which demanded attention first.

She set out again, this time more slowly. Those thoughts had to wait for later. They had to. Tip-toeing through the damp, decaying leaf litter she kept going until another blip of heat appeared. Again she froze. The blip separated, became two. Beyond them was a lake of cool color, pale light reflected off its dark surface. The creatures were both like and unlike the others seen thus far.

Small beady eyes seemed to prevail on this planet. They were soft, fuzzy, and smelled edible even. Her growling stomach threatened to give her away. The alien looked around, a predatory instinct making a rusty attempt to kick in. The egg in her arms complicated hunting. Females did not hunt. That's what males were for.

Manix shook her head. What was she thinking? Scavians didn't have to hunt for food anyway. They hadn't needed to for centuries. Not since the Primordians stepped in. The grubs could not destroy what was in their genes though. Instinct was telling her to pounce, it was also telling her she couldn't - the egg might be put in jeopardy. It wasn't even her egg, but she had adopted it, imprinted on it in a way. It was hers.

What if those furry things were dangerous? They could end up attacking, maybe harming the egg. She looked closer. No. They wouldn't attack. Predators were confidant about their place in the world. They did not constantly check their surroundings. Those things were looking for other things that might eat them. Things like her.

Slowly, she bent down and reached for a stone. It was half buried and resisted her prying claws. It came free abruptly, and nearly off balanced her. Her tail whipped about, acting to counterbalance the sudden shift in weight. Again freezing, fearing she'd alerted her targets, Manix watched the pair of things. It was a long shot, trying to hit one of them with a rock. They were small though, and a swift crack to the head by the sharp stone might actually stun one. It was worth a try and at worst they would run off. They were prey. Manix had terrible aim though, so the odds were even worse that she'd get a meal this easily.

Never-the-less, the predator in her hunkered down, and drew back the hand with the stone. Her mouth watered with the thought of food. Hunger, tinged with hope, had a bitter aftertaste. The smaller beast was her target, and she let the stone fly, watching it hurtle swiftly through the cool night.

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The new alien found herself following in the footsteps of her ancestors... well, more like the ancestors of all sentient species. She stalked her prey and attempted to establish her order in the great circle of life as a predator. A nice way to go about things. Surely she could avoid becoming a meal herself with that attitude. Maybe survive long enough to think of a way off this planet. Doubtful, but maybe.

Slowly the great hunter stalked her prey. Carefully, she approached. Trying, hoping, that she hadn't been given away by her movements. Luckily, she wasn't. The bunnies seemed to dismiss the noises as just the wind rattling the leaves and branches. A lucky stroke for the Scavian, who in her infinite wisdom chose the safety of her newly acquired egg over pouncing at the prey. Her maternal instincts must've started kicking in, which is good.

With nothing to lose, and plenty to gain, the hungry alien let loose a nearby rock. By some miracle, it sailed through the air and managed to strike the intended target. This of course was more than enough to knock it on its ass and leave it drowning in water. Shallow water at that. Not really enough to drown her, but enough to make it look like she's out like a light.

The male Buneary could only just watch as its friend was knocked out. Quickly the little monster looked about, seeking the perpetrator of such heinous act, but found nothing. No nearby predator could be seen, which was worse. It knew there was something out there. Something... not friendly. Ditching his companion, the male bunny quickly hopped off to safety in a desperate attempt at self preservation. From a certain point of view, it might be considered low to abandon your friend/mate/sister, but there wasn't much to do about it. Instinct drove the bunny to flee and flee it did.

Now Manix was free to do as she wanted. The female bunny, though stunned, is far from dead or knocked out. It is merely a matter of time till it regains enough composure to make her escape. Hopefully she'll beat some sense into her good for nothing companion. Doubtful it'll happen considering what the alien plans to do with it.

Encounter!!
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She had to just stare in amazement as the rock had bonked the furry thing in the head. It flopped into the water and it's friend darted off. Now time was of the essence and the only thing keeping her from moving was the irresistible squeal of victory as she realized she had actually done it. Reality seeped in quickly, dowsing the fire of success. Rocks thrown by hand were not deadly - not when thrown by some silly girl. The thing would be on its feet again in moments.

Manix had never killed anything - unless germs counted. The thrown rock was just a fluke. Actually walking over, and doing something more to the furry alien had never crossed her mind when she had picked up the rock. Now it did, and she didn't know what to do. Break its neck? Bite it? Catching it would be a good start. It wouldn't stay out for long.

Quickly she looked for a safe place to set her egg where it wouldn't be placed in harms way. Not that she saw any other other heat signatures about, but she couldn't see cold blooded things as easily. The grass by the base of a one of those woody plant things (a tree) would have to do. Even the few feet that would separate them made her nervous, but this was a chance she had to take. Over a day had passed since her last meal, and while she wasn't starving yet, irritability was clouding her judgement.

"Right. Here goes." She told the egg while readying to pounce. "I'll be right back." She prayed she would be.

She crouched, leaped, crossed the short distance from the wood line and the beach, then ungracefully belly flopped on the hapless thing. Water crashed over her head, shockingly cold, and for a moment she lost her prey, then felt the squirming life form pinned between her and the rocky shore. Quickly she rolled, grabbed at the thing, and sank her claws into the unfamiliar soft hide. It was warm, blood trickled over her hands. Something snapped inside of her.

This wasn't just her random flailing and mad desire to eat. This went deeper, it was ingrained in every Scavian's DNA. An instinct unnaturally suppressed by a few short centuries of Primordian intervention awoke at the scent of blood. The feel of warmth squirming in her claws nearly made her swoon with the actual pleasure felt. She dipped her head on inexplicable impulse and clamped her jaws onto the creature. She wasn't even sure where she had hold of it, but needle sharp fangs tore flesh, the first taste of blood splashed over her tongue triggering a more monstrous impulse to snap and tear.

(Mav is assuming the bunny is awake now and fighting back)

Manix is eating the bunny. Alive.

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Manix held herself in check long enough. Her instincts demanded blood... lots of it. Enough to sate her hunger. A hunger not of the flesh, but of the mind. A need to taste the blood of her prey filling her nostrils and cover her every taste bud. It was a good thing nothing else was in the area, else they'd find themselves in dire straits.

With little regards for her own safety, the Scavian leaped at her prey. Pounce is the better description for it though. Her sharp claws and teeth were brought to bear upon the defenseless bunny who did not enough know what was about to happen. The splash of water only made Manix's hearts beat faster. The cold made her snap back and seek the beast out again.

Underneath the hunter, the Buneary squirmed. Brought back to life by the impact of the alien on the water. But it was useless. The beast could not escape, it could only delay. Sharp claws pierced the bunny's flesh causing her to shriek in pain. She hoped that someone would come to her aid. Someone. Anyone. Still, no one came. Her blood slowly tinged the pond a deep red as its scent drove her kind away. They knew what was going to happen and they would not become the next targets.

Manix held on tight, but the bunny would not yield. The beast would not go down without a fight. Even alone, she would survive. That was her only hope. Her only drive. It's paws found perch on the alien's thick skull and hands. Soft blow to say the least, but enough to delay for time. A futile gesture. A second later, Manix's jaw snapped shut over the creature's stomach.

Only a yelp of pain could be heard as the alien pulled back. The barely inaudible sound of the rabbit's gurgling followed. Its arms and legs now limp and twitching. There was almost no life left in the creature, certainly not enough to put up any resistance. Soon, it vanished all together as what was left of her blood trickled down its coat and into the water. Manix could only watch as the creature died in its hands. A piece of intestines hanging from her jaw like a piece of half eaten spaghetti.

The alien now stood victorious. She had tasted blood. Asserted herself as a predator in the region. Most would think twice about crossing her now. More importantly, she had dinner. The rabbit was now half way eaten and just waiting to be gulped down. Blood now covered most of Manix's face, hands and arms. Plenty on her shirt and coat too. Best to take a bath after this. Good thing she was in a pond too.

Encounter!!
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[ Has been gutted. ]
[ Dead! ]
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The creature kicked her in the head, and then went limp. Manix was kneeling in the water, spattered in blood, entrails dangling from her teeth, staring at a lump of meat, hair and bone. Dazed, she became aware of the foul taste in her mouth. She plucked the intestine from her fangs and dropped the slippery coils onto the rocks.

"I did it." She whispered, then looked up to where her silent charge lay hidden in the grass. "I did it!" She shouted. Her tail lashed about excitedly, splashing the water.

She looked down, saw the blood and grinned brightly.

"I did it!" She shouted again, suddenly forgetting her fear, forgetting the cold water she was crouched in. Alien laughter echoed over the lake. The sound brought her back to herself. Noise probably wasn't a good idea.

The newly blooded hunter quickly skinned out what was left of the creature. The hide came away easily. This she left beside the entrails she had no interest in eating. The blood though, that would draw in other predators. Time was still not on her side. What was left, she dunked in the lake for a quick rinse. Then she slaked the burning thirst that had been gnawing at her sanity for hours.

With a gasp of relief, she once more checked her surroundings before stripping. The stolen tank top was saturated in blood, but the cold water took that out readily enough. She would just have to wear wet clothing for awhile. Also not a problem thanks to her furnace of an egg.

Climbing out of the lake, she carried her kill back toward her adopted embryo, scooped it up and then surveyed the area. Night was passing all too quickly on this world. The sun would be up soon, and that meant she would once more be blinded and vulnerable.

"I need a hiding place."

The egg didn't reply, but the larva twitched inside its shell. That was agreement enough for Manix and she started walking the perimeter of the lake. Scavians lived in trees, high enough off the water that the water born monsters couldn't eat them, low enough that the air born beasts had difficulty reaching them. The practice was one that the Primordians had not broken, only now it didn't matter. Force fields kept Sordia's giant wildlife at bay.

The spoiled Scavian looked up at the puny things that passed for trees and realized for the first time how much of her existence she had taken for granted. Sure, climbing one was an option but that wouldn't keep her hidden from the over bright daylight endured hours earlier.

With a defeated huff, the hungry alien plopped down on the ground, cradled the egg for warmth, and began gnawing the skinned corpse she'd been carrying around. There wasn't much to it. Her back molars crushed the bone and meat together, enabling her to swallow the thing whole. Leaning back, the castaway relished the feeling of something in her stomach at last.

There were a few hours left. Maybe she could find some place better than a tree to hide in, someplace close to the water that she could safely leave the egg while she hunted, someplace where those pale bipedal creatures wouldn't find her.

[Hidey Hole Find]
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The forest fell silent as Manix sat with her egg. It turned eerily quiet- no breeze blew and no leaves rustled, and nothing else scampered by. Blood, twisting like smoke, spread through the clear pond waters, dying it red for a bit then eventually dissipating.

The silence helped her pick out the two noises from far off. They came from either side of the pond. Two creatures were approaching. You could deduce from how they traveled that one was foreign and one was native. The first was much slower, and sounded like it was fighting with the forest as it broke branches and stumbled around. The other moved swiftly and walked quietly, but it clicked and chattered and seemed to have many legs. It was arriving on the other side of the pond, and much faster.

In a few moments, the beetle emerged from the brush. It didn't seem to notice Manix. It was carrying a few honeycombs- not that Manix knew what that was- that oozed liquid all over its bluish shell. It prodded the ground with its long horn, revealing a trapdoor entrance to its nest. It scampered inside and a second later it looked no different than any other stretch of grass on the bank of the pond. Manix took note of the location.

The other sound was drawing closer now, and seemed to be heading for the pond. Manix could tell it was one of those bipedal creatures. It was a great alien-bear of an alien-man, stomping through the wilderness with something slung over its shoulder that reminded Manix of their alien-gun equivalent. A gun probably, but whatever.

If she stayed still any longer, she'd have to confront this creature. Her only immediate shelter seemed to be that insect's nest, but since it was hidden, it probably wouldn't be happy to see her. Whichever she considered the less of two evils, she'd have to act quick.




a :heracross scampered into its nest across the pond

ol' shotgun nottingham is making his way towards the deepwood pond
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The Scavian's boxy skull tilted sharply in the direction of the closer sound. A shape moved against her shadowy world. No heat was detected, but as it neared its outline revealed a heavily armored animal with a viscous branching horn protruding from its head. On one hand, it more closely resembled something from Sordia. On the other hand, it was clearly cold blooded. The thing was an enigma. Manix's education didn't offer more insight beyond the obvious. It didn't fit into Sordia's classification of animal life. She did not have time to savor the sweet smell of the substance it carried.

The second sound was fast approaching, this one with a similar heavy footed gate of the two legged alien things she had witnessed earlier. She saw it before it saw her. Hot blooded, like the others had been, it blazed against the cool colors of the plant life around it. A long object, cold, was slung over its shoulder. A weapon most likely.

Manix froze. She couldn't will herself to move. The adrenaline from earlier was spent, and now all she felt was paralyzing fear. Indecision kept her rooted in place. Going down the hole after the insect was foolish. It was a wild animal nearly as large as she was. She didn't know what kind and hadn't been hiding as it came through. It didn't fear her. This labeled it a predator, or at least a something formidable enough to fear little from a strange animal that smelled of blood.

As much threat as the bipedal thing presented, it was clearly intelligent. She had observed as much already. The decision was too much. Manix might have predator in her veins, but she wasn't used to tapping into it. She was soft from years of civilized life. Weak from a pampered existence. When it came down to it, she was just a scared little girl flailing blindly on an alien world. With her hunger and thirst sated, the impact of her situation was once more sinking in.

Clinging tightly to the egg, she crawled into the shrubs and curled up into a trembling, whimpering knot. The alien would see her, and if not that, hear her. A part of her knew this, a part of her wanted it. The other part, the part that had so recently awakened by the taste of blood, wanted to stand and fight. Still, another part want to run, avoid all conflict. Her thoughts were too conflicted to act on anything. So she huddled in a knot and sobbed, praying to the gods that she would just wake up.
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The great hunter shrunk back into her little cage. The instinct that had been unleashed, was again forced to hide in the deepest recess's of her mind. Likely never to be seen again. Well... at least until meal time came around again. Maybe. Hopefully. That's not important however, the closing human was. A well equipped human at that.

Manix panicked. On one side, a hunter armed with a nice shotgun and probably not to keen on what's going on in the world thus likely to shoot the alien instead of offering to help. On the other, a huge bug that doesn't think much of predators and just as heavily armed. Both choices were suicide in the mind of the alien. Cant say I blame her. That Heracross would kick her ass if she tried hiding in its den. The hunter, he probably wouldn't shoot. Probably, but likely. Still, a decision was made.

Knowing when she's out gunned and out classed, the alien resorted to the time honored tradition of hiding in the nearest shrub possible. A sound plan, save for the whimpering. The noise would surely give her away. Maybe she'd be stuffed and mounted on a wall. Maybe just left to rot in the woods, the egg turned a quick meal by whatever opportunistic scavenger that happened to go around. Many possibilities must've crossed the Scavian's mind, none would pan out though.

Before the young woman could figure out what had happened, the ground gave way and she fell through. She didn't fall too deep, only about seven... maybe eight feet. Slid was more of the proper term. Ended up covered in dirt and mud from her wet clothes, but Manix now boasted quite a find. A way to avoid her problems. The best probably way.

She had found her way into the Diglett Tunnels. The moist dirt walls provided the perfect escape from the perils of up above. No humans. Little pokemon. No sunlight. Just plenty of dark tunnels that seemed to go on for miles. Of course, she could always go back up and face the human. I'm sure she'd stand a good chance. Maybe.

[Manix found the entrance to the Diglett Tunnel!]
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In a flash, decision was taken from her. Maybe the gods were listening after all, or maybe her luck was just going down hill. The ground she cowered on gave way. Like a rag doll, Manix plummeted. The only thing protecting her precious egg was her self wrapped around it. Bouncing, rolling, sliding, her body took the abuse of stone, and earth tumbling down a steeply sloped tunnel.

The derelict screamed, an ear piercing shriek loud enough to wake the dead. The sound was abruptly cut short as she struck the bottom. Soil, leaves, and rock left her half buried. Dazed, Manix took some time to realize what had happened. Pale moonlight leaked into the tunnel. The space was narrow, and she could probably climb back up, but not easily.

The monster was still out there though. Had it heard the ground give way, and her scream? The mothering instinct in her sought out the egg. It was sound, though the embryo inside seemed more fidgety than it had been before. Kicking off the rubble, self preservation said to check her self next. There were bloody scrapes on her elbows, shoulders and knees. The stylishly torn pants were now a little more so. The cleanliness temporarily acquired from the lake, was now a thick coating of black earth and blood.

It was dark though, and that's what she wanted, what she needed. Almost as if the gods had been listening and tore a hole in the earth just for her at just the right time. Manix could easily wait the day out here. The hole was close enough to the lake that she didn't have to dehydrate again. This wasn't just a hole though, it was a tunnel. The air smelled strange, of life certainly, but what kind the untrained hunter couldn't tell. The scent was stale. Whatever had made or been using the tunnel wasn't near. A small consolation, considering the circumstances. The low ceiling of the narrow corridor vanished into the darkness out of sight. The alien barked, a short, sharp sound that was half a choked, cry of pain, and half a need to see. The echo extended the Scavian's vision briefly. The tunnel branched further ahead. Beyond this was a mystery.

The other creature was almost on top of her now, and she didn't dare move, couldn't have if she had wanted to. The pains from the various hurts just suffered ached and burned. It was all the frightened girl could do just to keep silent.
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Manix hid. Very well at that. The alien kept her senses about her, and kept low. The shadows would conceal her. The bush would conceal the entrance. The other bushes would make hers not stand out. It was a solid plan. Lots of redundancies and redundancy is a good thing when hiding from a hunter. Especially one with a shotgun and another with a giant horn.

Silence seemed to be the only thing the Scavian could hear. Silence, and the gentle dripping of water drops down the tunnel. Maybe the far off mating call of some random bird Pokmon echoing down the dirt slide. Soon enough, the silence was broken as a single shot was fired. The shot was so loud that it was felt within her chest. As if she had been punched in the chest and gotten the wind half knocked out.

Should Manix brave the entrance of the slide she'd see, or rather hear, the human picking up a dead Buneary and tossing it over his shoulder. The small creature had a decent sized hole in its body from where the pellets impacted. Not much blood. More of an imploded body cavity thing. Following that, the man just walked away and began to make his way back to town.

With the human gone, Manix was now free to continue as intended. Still, dawn was approaching and the bright sunlight would soon make her blind or slightly more difficult to travel about. The tunnel now seemed like the better choice if one didn't mind the Digletts and such.
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Manix did not stir from the hole, the loud bang only made sure the frightened refugee stayed put. Had she observed the so called hunter, her opinion of the native race would have dropped. The noise she had been making was more than enough for any skilled tracker to investigate. How the creature could be so unobservant and disinterested in its surrounds boggled the mind.

When she was sure it was gone, Manix unburdened herself from the rubble and scrabbled awkwardly up the slope with the egg tucked under one arm. Perching on the edge of the tunnel entrance, she could see the world was brightening. Colors were more vibrant and the heat signatures of the things around her were fading - drowned out by the seldom used and now bombarded photo receptors. The deep black of the sky to west faded now into a deep blue and then purple coming from the east. The sun was rising.

Quickly, the opportunist slunk back to the water's edge and took another long drink. Manix was tired, and now she was filthy again. Cleanliness had always been a state of existence for the custodian, now it seemed it would be the opposite. There was no point in washing now, not if she planned on hiding in the filthy tunnel.

The thought drew her gaze back to the dark entrance. Scavians didn't like being underground. That was where the grubs lived. That was not their god's domain. It belonged to Asil'dak'seg'k, the earth worm, ancient even to the Primordians. It was their god, not hers. It protected them, not her. She cast one last wistful look at the still waters of the pond and returned to the dark entrance. Manix froze, and looked up.

"I'll climb one of those...plant things." She told the egg as an idea started to form. "I can get my bearings if I get above the canopy." Looking at the helpless thing in her hands, she frowned. "You're going to have to stay on the ground though. So keep quiet." As if the egg had a choice.

Time was again not on the castaway's side. The strange yellow sun was rising, and if she wasn't quick, it would wash out the landscape before she could get a look at it. Worse, it would blind her climb back down.

Picking a sturdy plant, she nestled her egg down its base then jumped for the lowest branch, hoisting herself up with some difficulty. Exercise was also a foreign concept. Janitors didn't need climbing skills. One branch down, only about ten more to go. The task was easier once off the ground floor, the branches grew closer together. Near the top of the plant though, the limbs were weaker and did not bear her weight as well. One snapped beneath her, nearly dropping her out of the thirty foot plant. She caught another branch at the last minute and dangled above open space, her hearts racing.

The one time tree climber swung back toward the trunk, snagged a lower branch with her toe claws and flailed at another with her tail. It was a tenuous grip, but enough to hug the rough trunk and shimmy back around to safety. Going higher was no longer an option and the only direction she could really see was to the south. The canopy still blocked the north and part of the east and west.

Over the pond was more forest. It stretched as far as she could see. A deep, reverberating bark extended this, but only more forest was detected. Forest everywhere she could see. The eastern sky was tinged pink and yellow now. The forest was nearly neon the plethora of greens were so bright. Clambering down as quickly as she dared, by the time she made the safety of the forest floor, Manix could barely see where she was going. The mothering instinct frantically felt for the egg and the warmth it radiated. On hands and knees the crippled Scavian had to crawl about the brush to find the tunnel again.

She slid back down, welcoming the cool darkness there and the respite it offered. Manix went no further though, choosing instead to make a nest of the leaves that had tumbled down with her. Sleep found her only after the burning ball of light had crawled well into the sky.

[Manix is choosing NOT to use the tunnels, but she is sleeping at their entrance. Just need to see if she gets through the day without being disturbed.]
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"Got it," grumbled the hunter. "Too easy."

Just as you set your nest to rest, seconds after the sun set, the hunter appeared, looming in the bushes. With a booming laugh, he thought how easy it was. The oldest trick in the book. He'd heard everything of course, the horrific hoarse scream and the breaking of earth. He waited and turned, back around towards town so whatever it was would resurface. Like the young Scavian he wasn't partial to underground tunnels.

He took one more step, shotgun aimed, and rested his boot on the tired extraterrestrial's shin analogue. Then he realized, well, not really, what he was looking at. "Jesus, the fuck are you?" He shouted, finally getting a good look in the moonlight. He backed up one step. "Don't do nothin', I'll blow your fuckin' head off. Or whatever that is."

The thing looked vaguely humanlike. He thought for a moment.

"Can you talk?" He grunted.
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Coiled into a tight knot around the warm egg, exhausted from a night of floundering in a strange forest, and half starved, the frightened alien dropped off to sleep in seconds. Her mind was eager to shut down, and forget the nightmare she was experiencing.

Manix did not hear the two legged creature double back. Even when it stood at the entrance of the tunnel, looking down at her, she slept on. It was when he planted his boot on her and shouted, that she came to with a start.

The sleeping Scavian flinched, jerked, and with a sharp intake of breath crammed herself against the dirt wall, every muscle tensed and trembling. All was reflex, born from fright. Her mind was slowed by the heavy chains of sleep. The first thing realized was that a shadow towered over her. Sunlight spilled through the tunnel opening around a massive, hulking figure. In human terms, the hunter was big and tall. In Scavian terms, he was a giant. The refugee quailed before the looming figure, too afraid to move.

The giant's smell finally overrode the jammed gears of her mind. The scent was familiar. It was the same creature from before - the one that had come on the heels of that deafening boom. Then, aided by the shaded gloom of the tunnel, her awakening senses made out something else. That stick it held, the one she had seen from a distance, was pointed right at her. It had two barrels, appeared to be some sort of metal, and had a burnt, acrid odor about it. There was no doubt that this was not the end of it she wanted to be on.

The pasty, furry faced thing was jabbering at her. Its tones and syllables were smooth, rolling, and higher pitched than what Scavian hearing was accustomed to deciphering. There was no making sense of the words if she couldn't even pick them apart. Her toothy muzzle flicked slightly to the left, noting the computer bound to her arm. There was a recorder on it that might have helped her translate, but it took time to program. Manix seriously doubted the alien would take the movement to turn on the computer as a friendly gesture, so she stayed put.

A tense silence passed where one being studied the other. One with mounting fear and the other with growing impatience. Covered in mud, leaves, and gripping a leathery egg, there was no doubt she presented a bizarre sight. Common sense said this thing thought she was as strange to it as it was to her. Perhaps it even thought she was some sort of animal, or monster.

This was the first contact she had always daydreamed about, something that only the Ruling Class got to experience. Sitting in a muddy hole about to piss her self out of fear, was not how this went down in her daydreams. Manix was always awesome in those, and usually had a universal translator to smooth things over. Daydream Manix wasn't afraid either. Real Manix was, and she wetted her exposed gums with a nervous swipe of her tongue.

What would Daydream Manix do? It hit her. Two things needed to happen. First, she needed to establish she was intelligent. Second, she needed to somehow show this creature she wasn't dangerous. Daydream Manix would know what to do, but this was real, and all those fanciful exchanges went out the door. She was flying solo.

"Hys'k Man'ix Morr'tur'lutre." Out of desperation, she spoke.

The sounds tumbled from her throat, a mixture of hissing, growling, and clicking. They weren't made entirely from the throat, but were partially projected from deep inside the chest. It was plain the other didn't understand her any more than she did it. Swallowing hard, she dared to move. It was an unavoidable gesture.

She patted her chest and repeated. "Hys'k Man'ix." Another urgent tap. "Man-ix." She sounded out more slowly. The first syllable rumbled from her throat as a deep murmur. The second a sharp click.

Now to see if it understood - or pulled the trigger.
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The hunter was taken aback for a moment. The creature, or whatever it was, spoke. Well, at least he thought that it spoke. At the very least it seemed like it tried to. It was like in one of those old westerns he so enjoys. The ones where the indian and the cowboy try to communicate with each other. Without actually one speaking a half assed english.

Manix. That was the only thing he managed to work out himself. It sounded like a name and certainly looked like the alien was saying that was her name with the pointing and all. Again, the old western tales kicking in as a point of reference. Gotta love those things. At wasn't shooting the poor Manix. Poor girl was nearly at a heart attack already. That was good enough news for now. Something which the alien managed to understand herself when he lowered the rifle a bit and made it look a little less intimidating.

"Ma... Manix?" The hunter hesitantly responded. He waited for the alien to react before continuing. "What'cha got there?" The man added as he nudged toward the egg with the shotgun.
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About the NPC: "Shotgun" Nottingham (Also, I'm taking liberties with his appearance since there's not much on him. Giant, lumberjack looking dude, big beard, plaid shirt.)


Her hearts were pounding like drums, getting louder as the seconds passed. The longer she stared at the giant the more she could make out of its features in spite of the blinding sunlight pouring in through the hole around it. The creature wore a piece of cloth on its knobby round head. Tufts of bushy black hair bristled out beneath the edges.

Recalling the others she'd seen the day before, it must be normal for the crowns of their skulls to be covered in fur. Given the cold impression the tropical native had received of their planet thus far, the sparse hair covering them could do very little by way of keeping them warm. Manix noted the being's face was covered in a courser more tangled mane. A row of unruly fuzz adorned its brow. This projected out like a prickly shelf above the deep sockets of its icy blue eyes.

The sleeves of the red and black patterned shirt it wore were rolled up to the elbow. More coarse black hair decorated its massive muscular arms. The hair was not thick enough to call a pelt, but not far from it. Then, its enormous hands, still clutching that strange, and terrifying weapon drew her back to the moment.

It spoke, making a very close approximation of her name. Manix was holding her breath, starting to feel dizzy but not daring to move. A miracle happened, the thing lowered the dark barrels of the weapon, pointing it safely at the ground. Air exploded from her lungs, and the oxygen starved alien greedily sucked in another life giving breath. A hysterical smile had stretched across her face - an expression to the human would only look like she was baring more of her pointed teeth at him.

Yet, she was nodding eagerly. "Se!" She hissed gratefully and nodded some more. "Hys'k Man'ix."

She leaned back, staring at the dirt ceiling and breathed a little easier. Adrenaline had her fully awake now, but no less tired. The thing was speaking still, the sudden movement of the weapon making her jump all over again. It was pointing at the precious egg with that vile thing it carried.

Instinct leaped from the back of her mind, taking charge. Manix clutched the egg, drawing it close and hunkering over it. Her heavy, armored skull ducked low, blocking the defenseless unborn from the direct trajectory of the alien weapon's end. Just as quickly though, the other lowered the barrel. She noted his hands were not even near the trigger. Relaxing, she let him repeat what he'd said.

"Ooo-at-cha kot deer?" She mimicked, knowing it wasn't very close and not having a clue what the chain of sounds meant.

The words were strange, but the alien's pointing said more than the garble it was babbling. The Scavian glanced down at the egg she was protecting and then back at the giant. It was bobbing its bushy head as if to say yes, that's what it meant.

Tentatively, she sat up, revealing the egg in her lap again. Placing a clawed hand over it slowly, she tilted her head questioningly, hoping she understood. Rewarded with an encouraging nod, Manix guessed the meaning.

"Cy'k hys'n... eh'sa." Patting the leathery orb again, she repeated more slowly. "Eh-sa." Egg.

It was, after all, just an egg, it didn't actually have a name. It didn't matter that it wasn't the same species. It was hers now. The importance of this relationship was growing steadily in her mind. Survival wasn't simply a matter of herself, it was a matter of protecting her adopted, unborn offspring.

Cornered in the dark tunnel, like prey, the castaway watched the giant warily, wondering how much he understood, and how much of his own body language she was guessing correctly. To be on the safe side, she remained where she was, moving as little as possible. She had yet to establish to the creature that she meant it no harm. Beyond that, she had no idea how to tell it that she needed help, that she was lost, confused, and alone.

Needing to establish a repartee, wanting to keep the words flowing and desperate to somehow communicate, Manix stepped out on a figurative limb. She pointed to herself again. "Man'ix." She then pointed to the egg. "Eh'sa." Lastly, she pointed directly at the big burly monster blocking the tunnel entrance. With a tilt of her head, she asked, "Egh'vys'k?"

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The hunter felt as if he was beginning to make some headway. At first, Manix reacted like cornered prey. Trying to save itself and its young from harm. Now, it looked more like a scared little girl who was desperately grasping at the first thing it can get its hands around. That wasn't something that a wild animal did. It was something an intelligent species did. Heck... even more so when it points out to what looked like an egg and calls it something.

"Eh sa..." The hunter repeated as best he could.

What Manix did next surprised the human. She asked what its name was. At least, that's what it looked like. So far thing led one to such a conclusion, and the hunter was willing to think in this manner. The more the alien spoke the more he thought it was... well, an alien. Interesting turn of events for this old guy to say the least.


"Nottingham." The man said as he patted his chest. "Nottingham."
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A word! The giant had given her a word. Her tail swished with delight. Manix wasnt able to resist trying out the strange alien sounds.

Not-tink-hmmmNottinkhum!

Another happy tail swish. It was as close as she could come. Maybe one day, practice would correct or at least smooth over the sounds she could only approximate. The castaway wasnt thinking that far ahead though. The present was all that mattered.

The simple exchange of words had formed a tentative relationship between the strangers. Seconds into the encounter, it was impossible to tell if it would be lasting, or even friendly. Feeling pleased with the turn of events, a touch of the fear she felt melted away. This had the inopportune side effect of dropping her adrenaline levels, the only thing keeping her awake and alert.

The young alien turned her head, and gave into the yawn she could no longer fight. More needle teeth were revealed in a jaw that could open impossibly wide, nearly enough come unhinged. Wandering lost and alone had left her exhausted, and the longer she stayed awake, the more her bruises and scrapes irritated her. Cranky impatience began to fill the void that fear was leaving behind. If this Nottinkhum wasnt going to hurt her, then maybe, just maybe, he could help her.

Fanciful thoughts of a nice hot shower, clean clothes, food, and a bed flitted about her head. Her tail swished slowly, dreamily, and it became a fight to stay awake. It never even occurred to her that while the giant might not hurt her, the rest of its kind might. She started to nod, caught herself, gave herself a little shake, and once more studied the alien blocking the light.

Nottinkhum? she prompted again, this was followed with a soft puppy-like whimper. Scavians did not have a word for help. Depending on the need and the situation, the request always came by way of a whine that varied in volume and intensity. Body language was important as well. The humble droop of her head, and the hopeful, dog-like flop of her tail said the rest. The whimper was followed with, Eghna? It was a plea, she was begging, but didnt know if it would see that.

It was a stretch, hoping that the alien would understand. More so hoping he would want to help at all. A part of her was disgusted with her plea. That was the day dreamer in her, the strong version of her that never needed help, could tough anything out. It was the person people liked, respected, and wanted to be like. The real her though; the scared, weak her; no one looked up to that person. No one even wanted to be friends with that person. She was too needy, too timid, too unspecial.

Maybe that was why she clung to the egg. It needed her. Someone needed her, and that comforted her, because most of the time, most of her life, she was the one who needed someone else. Like now. The state she was in had to stand out, even in the dim light of the tunnel. The scrapes were still fresh, some still oozed, blood smeared her arms. Her state of dress was filthy, and she was so ridiculously out of place, even the alien could see she didn't belong.

Nottingham had a choice. If he continued being friendly with the thing in the hole, he would likely be stuck with her for awhile. If he was going to walk away, he had better do it quickly. Otherwise, he would be left with the hard decision of what do with her.
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The big hunter was tough, rugged and unforgiving when it came to certain things. Mostly it was when someone whined, bitched and moaned about being in the cold while on the hunt or during hard work. That wasn't the time to whine or ask for a break. It was the time to earn money or earn one's meal. Still... he was a good guy at heart. He wasn't about to leave a cold and hungry girl in the middle of the woods.

The alien's whimpering more than melted this gentle giant's heart. The flicking tail and yawn only helped to paint the picture that Manix was no threat to him. Even as an alien, the hunter felt like he was looking at a stray puppy more than anything else. If nothing else, he wasn't about to just leave her in a hole in the ground. He was gonna make sure that she at least got a warm shower and a full belly before setting her out on the cruel world. It was the only decent thing to do really.

"Manix..." The man said as he lowered his gun. After that, he motioned for her to come out of hole. "... would you like to eat something?"

He froze for a second. His mind now registered that she didn't probably understand what he meant. There might even be a chance that she'd misunderstood what he said. Pondering on what do to for a second longer, he managed to think of a to bring this around. Again he motioned for the girl to crawl out of the hole before continuing to speak.

"Food." The man brought his hand to his mouth as he said this. Adding the motion of biting and chewing as he did to further drive home the fact that it was indeed food that we was speaking about. "Food." Again he motioned for the girl to crawl out of the whole. If his luck held out, she's probably understand to follow him and she'd be fed something soon enough.
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About the NPC: "Shotgun" Nottingham (Also, I'm taking liberties with his appearance since there's not much on him. Giant, lumberjack looking dude, big beard, plaid shirt.)




Humans are strange creatures, unpredictable by nature. They can fall in love with something with no humanity at all, and yet be repulsed by their own kind for a simple genetic deviation. If Manix had been human, but a human with some gross deformity, would Nottingham have reacted the same way? Would the same compassion he was exhibiting toward the alien have surfaced with a true mutant of his species, or was Manix so obviously different that he saw no humanity in her at all, no similarity to disgust his baser instincts. Was she more like a stray dog than a helpless vagrant? It was a question neither would ever find out.

Watching Nottinkhum closely, her head perked up with interest upon recognizing her name. She watched the hand motion. It was rolling one of its huge hands toward itself, and glancing outside. More words followed. Words she couldnt recognize, and triggered a puzzled tilt of her head.

The giant backed off a step, upon seeing her confusion. It motioned again, more slowly, and then said a single word, and made a new motion to go with it. It was like the alien was putting something in its mouth, and chewing with its blunt teeth. Though increasingly groggy, she knew what it meant now, or hoped she did.

Nottinkhum was either asking if she was hungry, or was trying to tell her that it was hungry and wanted to eat her.

She didnt realize it, but there was more to her than the helpless creature she thought of herself as, more even than the perfect, heroine she wanted to be. When she was tired, a new side of her came out; an impatient, irritable, and compulsive side. The compulsive her said, to hell with the danger. With a resolute, determined air, she climbed to her feet. Stooped in the tunnel, she peered out at her giant. A gamble was being made. She was placing her future in its hands.

Scrambling out of the tunnel was about as graceful an event as it had been the first time. Nottingham had to step away to give her room to exit. Once outside though, a new problem immediately presented itself.

The tunnel entrance faced the pond. The morning sun, now well over the tree line, cast its warming glow over the rocky beach. To Nottingham, it was most likely a pleasant, though chilly winter morning. To Manix, the brilliant deep greens of the conifers, and the silvery claws of the naked deciduous trees, had become a wall of white in every direction, but the most deeply shaded areas of the forest. Nor was it pleasantly chilly. Though markedly warmer that a few hours earlier, to the tropical reptile, it was unbearably cold in the open where the breeze blustered over the pond and cut through her like knives.

Manix shivered and crouched close to the ground, struggling to get her bearings in a world of white. She could hear the giant breathing beside her, and her brain forced a faint outline into the bright void. She could hear water lapping softly against the shore. Another indistinct outline snaked in front of her. It wasn't enough though, and fear brought a high pitched bark from her throat. The sound bounced over the trees. She could almost make them out, but still not enough to truly see where she was going.

Trembling, the sun blinded girl slowly stood, her free hand whipping out, looking for things she couldn't see. She found the giant, felt its body heat, groped blindly without really looking at it, and found one of the massive hands. Like a lifeline, she latched on. Its warmth helped her to focus, and now she not only saw an outline of the alien, but some of the giants heat signature as well. There were so many signals now, that her brain couldn't sort them all out. It was too much all at once, but in Nottingham, she had found an anchor in the chaos, and she wasn't letting go, no matter how pathetic she looked. Manix knew that though she still couldn't see, she could make out a little more detail than on the day before. It gave her hope that in time, she really could adjust to the brightness.

To the human, it would be obvious that his new distraction couldn't see. Her mannerism was very much like anyone who had suddenly found themselves struck blind. However, the puzzle would be why, when it was clear she had seen him while still in the tunnel. Other aspects about his shivering extraterrestrial problem were quickly noted.

The orange scales seen from the tunnel caught the sunlight, a rainbow of different hues could be seen in their fine texture. It was really sort of pretty, though distracting. The white scales had changed minutely. They had been solid white in the tunnel, now in the open, under the sunlight, their edges had darkened ever so slightly. Maybe it was something he simply hadn't noticed before. Neither he nor she, knew that this was an adaptive feature that was trying to assert itself. The next most notable attribute was her height. She was average for a female Human, but tall for a female Scavian. To Nottingham, she was short, petite even. She might have been taller if she could actually stand straight, but unlike a human, a Scavian stood slightly crouched, knees bent, and supporting their weight on the balls of their feet. Their legs were built more like a dogs. Her feet, their claws and general shape, were rodent like, and her thin skeletal tail added to the rodent similarity. And then there was the elephant in the room if he had any doubt as to the creatures gender, he sure didn't now. Manix was a peculiar mesh of creatures; mammal, reptile, fish, bird and who knew what else. She didn't fit into any single animal class known to Humans.

All in all, Nottingham was taking the situation surprisingly well.
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Whatever worries the hunter had vanished upon seeing the Scavian crawl out of the hole. The frail creature stumbling about in the bright sun was a clear sign of just how defenseless she really was. A clear sign of how much help she really needed. It melted his heart to see her claw at her arm in a desperate attempt to stay afoot. Well, more than it already was. Gotta love those gentle giants.

There was one good thing about seeing the alien up and about in the light, he could finally tell what it was. A good look at it let the human know that he was dealing with an alien and not some kid in an alien costume. Well, more like a girl in a costume. She was definitely not some little kid... not with a body like that. Specially those legs. That definitely was not a human trait. Human knees didn't bend that way.

Nottingham was a gentle giant. The man gently extended his arm and allowed the blinded alien to hold on. He wasn't too sure that she was blind, but he didn't mind. Not with the way that Manix acted or looked for that matter. She had probably been enough in the past day or so and there was no need to add to her suffering. He only motioned with his gun totting hand out toward the woods. Slowly at that. He didn't want to scare off the girl with a sudden and unexpected jolt.

"This way." The man said as he motioned. A soft voice to ensure that the girl would not be scared away. "This way." He repeated again as he motioned with his hand once more.

It didn't take long to reach his cabin, about ten minutes or so. Normally, the trek would've only taken two maybe three minutes at the most, but the man had no intention of forcing the disabled alien to go faster than she actually could. However, he did keep a close eye on his surroundings. He knew that people were quick to judge and even quicker to panic. An alien walking through the woods would surely cause quite a commotion in town. Might even make for a pitchfork and torch mob like in the old black and white films. Best to avoid those. At the very least, Manix had ample time to adjust to her surroundings.

Manix has reached the Thick Forest 4!

After much hardship, they had reached the safety of Nottingham's cabin. Relative safety that is considering that it was a simple log cabin in the middle of the woods. Still, it was better than nothing and it was probably warm. The real safety came from its remote location. Most people rarely ventured into these parts of the woods so it was kept out of the way for most wandering trainers or explorer.

"Home." The hunter said as he motioned towards the cottage. "Home."

Again the man made his way toward the cottage. Soon enough, they reached the front door and the giant unlocked it and helped the alien inside. To the alien's surprise, it wasn't any warmer in the cabin. Just, moderately warmer. At least there wasn't any cold air blowing. Once the door was locked behind them, Nottingham gently grabbed the girls hand and nudged her to let him go.

"Stay." The man said as he motioned towards the alien. A simple gesture that should get the point across. "Stay."

Once Nottingham was sure that Manix wasn't going anywhere, he made his way toward the fireplace. After tossing in some tinder, the man quickly lit the fire with some matches and some tinder. Soon enough, a roaring fire filled the fireplace and heat began to dissipate through the cottage. Turning to face the alien, he motioned for her to join him. Placing his hands close to the fire and letting them warm up a bit he spoke to the alien again with same gentle tone he'd been using.

"Warm." Surely this one needed no translation or added help. The girl's shivering more than gave away the fact that she was freezing in that loose clothing. "Warm."

Again the man waited for the alien to follow his lead. Hopefully, this one wouldn't take long considering how cold it was outside. Once the girl sought the warmth of the fireplace, the hunter motioned for her to stay like last time. "Stay." Quickly he made his way to a nearby trunk and began to rummage through his belongings in search of something. A blanket to be exact. He felt the need to warm the girl up faster in the hopes of avoiding hypothermia or the likes.

In the meantime, Manix was free to explore the little cottage as best she could. It was small, and not overly furnished. The place had only what was necessary. A fireplace, a table, a kitchen to prepare one's meals, a simple living room with a couch and a couple of chairs and end tables. Further along she could spot a hallway which led to other rooms, but the lack of light made it difficult to see beyond it. Probably a bedroom and other storage areas. Everyday knick knacks adorned the furnishings. Mostly mundane stuff like books or oil lamps, but surely alien to the... well, alien. Heck, she could even see a hunting rifle hanging atop the fireplace like a center piece.

All in all, it was a good enough moment as any as to get into some trouble. Well, as much trouble as a lost alien girl could hope to get into in a small little cottage. Maybe she could blow a hole in the wall with that rifle. One can only ponder for the moment.
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  • She speaks no English
  • Doesn't know what a human or a pokemon is.
  • Doesn't know what planet she's on.
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About the NPC: "Shotgun" Nottingham
Appearance: Giant, lumberjack looking dude, big beard, plaid shirt, carries a shotgun.
His cabin, sounds like a ranch style with an adjoining dining/kitchen/living area. Probably has two bedrooms, one bath. Fireplace heating, logically has a second fireplace or maybe a woodstove in the kitchen. Guessing well water.



She was afraid to let go, but her new acquaintance didnt seem to mind. Feeling a gentle tug in one direction, the sun blinded alien detected a slight movement through the fog of white. A wave, she thought, of the giants other hand, and another tug, accompanied by another word.

Dis Ooay? her interpretation was lacking, but she got the idea, and took a tentative step in the direction of the pull.

One step down, but the rest did not all go as smoothly. She stumbled more than once. Tripped over roots and rocks she couldnt see. Occasionally she balked, forced to calm the panic rising in the back of her mind. At those moments she would make that sharp barking sound again, to try to force the sound to bring something back to her.

It would have been easy for the human to just pick the alien up and carry her the rest of the way, but he didnt. He let her struggle, and this reminded her of someone else she knew her dad. Gentle but stern, he never let her take the easy way out. Nor did he have time to coddle her. It was this similarity that led her to think of the alien as male.

Deeper into the woods she was led where less light penetrated the ceiling. The shade helped, and her range of sight was extended to shadows of shapes nearby. She could almost make out the path again, at least for a few a feet. It was impossible to tell if her guide noticed her faltering less, or had any idea why.

A break in the trees sent her cantering back again, but Nottinghams patience persevered, and led her once more into the wall of white. Her feet, cold, and numb, stumbled over the steps of the front porch, but her rescuer kept her upright, steadying her, and saying something new.

Home, he said then. When he repeated the word, a sense of the meaning behind registered.

Manix could tell she was near some sort of dwelling. She could smell the wood, hear the hollow click of her claws on wooden planks. The shade of the front porch even added some definition of a flat surface ahead of her. Nottinkhum turned toward the wall and she heard something rattle, then a large rectangle appeared, revealing an inviting, dark interior that she could actually see. The giant coaxed her through the portal with no trouble. The Scavian welcomed the new environment, away from the sunlight. Only the dwelling was almost as chilly as outside. Her hole in the ground had been warmer, if only because it was deep enough to moderate the temperature.

Gently, Nottinkhum peeled her claws from his wrist, but the Manix was alright now. She could see again and saw him motion. He spoke again. At first she didnt understand, but when she tried to follow and the motion was repeated, pressing her to stay in one place, she understood. Another word was added to her small vocabulary, and sleepily she went over each new word while waiting on the giant to finish lighting a fire in the hearth. This feature, though a strange shape, was basic, familiar, and helped put her at ease. Even on her world, fire was needed to cook with.

No coaxing was needed when Nottinkhum motioned her over. The shivering girl dashed for the fire, knelt and basked in the heat, placing her precious egg on the floor in front her so she could rub her numb hands together. The word her new friend used could mean several things. Maybe he meant fire, maybe he meant heat. It didnt matter, he told her to stay again, and she was more than happy to comply.

Nottinkhums home was not like a Scavian dwelling at all. The walls were straight and smooth, not round and arching. The materials they were made of were as a strange as their owner. There were familiar objects in strange shapes. The furniture, the weapon over the fireplace, and the features in the kitchen, all had Scavian equivalents. Much of the rest was a mystery, but she knew better than to reach out and touch. She was in a strangers home, a guest. Only nymphs grabbed and handled things that didn't belong to them.

The castaway was perfectly happy to curl up on the rug by the fire. Her shivering was less by the time her new friend dropped a quilt over her back. Manix looked up, and gave him a sleepy smile.

Hys'n tuseh te lsh'k kres'k vys, she whispered, but knew he wouldn't understand. Opting for the more direct approach, she leaned the top of her head against him and purred. A gesture of gratitude shared only with family and the closest of friends.

What she needed now, was rest, things like food, baths, and futures would fall into place afterward. The long night and the morning's strange events finally took their toll. Still leaning against the alien, the rumbling of her purr tapered off into the steady rise and fall of sleep. She was still leaning against him when she fell into the dark inviting void where dreams and nightmares were made.

[Unless Nottingham tries to wake her up, she'll sleep for awhile.]
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Nottigham was quite surprised to see the girl's reaction. He was expecting for her to say thinks in some way, but not the siding up. Heck, she even started to purr like a lost kitten that had been taken in. Poor lost Manix had finally found a safe place to rest and keep warm. More importantly, she'd found someone to care for her while she enjoyed some well deserved rest. Slowly the purring gave way to snoring and the alien gave in to her exhaustion.

The gentle giant let the girl sleep for a minute or so before trying to get up. He wanted to make sure that she was indeed out cold before trying to move. Carefully he stood up, all the while trying to avoid disturbing the resting creature. Once to his feet, Nottingham nudged the egg closer to the sleeping girl and tried his best to place it into her arms. Again, great care was taken to avoid waking the creature from her slumber.

As Nottingham readied himself to do a few chores around the house, he took a second to ponder about something. Specifically, the egg. Manix had been very protective of the little bundle of joy, but something had been off. The egg seemed too big to have been laid by her. Then again, he didn't really know enough of her to tell whether this was true or not. He had come across a Pokmon egg in his years in the woods, but none that had a pattern quite like that one. Eventually, he just shrugged it off as inconsequential. It was her egg and she was willing to protect it, that was enough for him.

Putting the matter of the egg in the back of his mind, the hunter took to the front door as quietly as possible. Grabbing a nearby axe, he stepped outside. Some thirty minutes later, the man returned. In one arm he carried his axe which he set next to the door as it once stood. In the other, a stack of lumber which he set near the fire place. Holding on to a couple of split logs, he made his way over to the kitchen.

The man was nothing if not careful. Using the logs he still carried, he started the fire in the old wood stove and went to work on the promised feast. Well, maybe a feast was not promised but a feast would be given. By the looks of the girl, a hot meal was just what she would need once she returned from the land of dreams. One fit only for a lumber jack, or a very hungry person. Mostly a lumber jack.

The man worked tirelessly for the next hour or so. Sausage, bacon and ham steaks were the first things to be heated. The smell of bacon grease and seared meat quickly filled the cottage. Potatoes were sauteed in a nearby pan. The smell of oregano and other spices helped to further wet one's appetite. Pancakes were also prepared as was toast. A lumber jack slam like no other.

The table was quickly prepared and the food served as its cooking was completed. Eggs were among the final touches to each plate, not that it needed them. The sunny side eggs were quickly lost in the sea of potatoes and meat. The peaks of flap jacks didn't help either. Nor did the glass jars full of preserves and maple syrup. Orange juice and coffee rounded out the presentation, helping to give the illusion of a complete meal. Truth be told, it was more than that.

All in all, Nottingham took about an additional hour and half to complete the entire table. The meal was worth it however. The man hadn't eaten either so he was more than willing to ingest his fair share of the meal. All that was left was for the guest of honor to join him, but she was still sleeping. Thinking that it was best not to keep her waiting, he moved toward her.

Kneeling next to her, he gently tapped her on the arm until he managed to get her attention. Slowly he motioned toward the set table and the meal upon it until the alien noticed what he wanted her to look at. Then he spoke.

"Food." The man said, again motioning toward the warm meal. "Food."

This time, there was sure to be little need for translation. The alien would be able to see that he delivered on the promised meal and sit down to eat it. There was one thing that the old man did suddenly pooped into his mind. What if she's vegetarian? Sure, she has rows of sharp teeth, but who knows. Maybe she doesn't like meat. Hopefully he didn't just do something to offend her, that's the last thing he intended to do.

Having nothing left to do, he waited to see what sort of reaction the girl had to the banquet.
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  • She speaks no English
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About the NPC: "Shotgun" Nottingham
Appearance: Giant, lumberjack looking dude, big beard, plaid shirt, carries a shotgun.
His cabin, sounds like a ranch style with an adjoining dining/kitchen/living area. Probably has two bedrooms, one bath. Fireplace heating, logically has a second fireplace or maybe a woodstove in the kitchen. Guessing well water.



Only two short hours had passed before a hand on her shoulder woke her. Hers had been a dreamless sleep, and once roused she was confused and disoriented all over again. She was warm, laying on something soft, but on a hard surface. The initial grogginess gave way to fright. Manix wasnt home. This wasnt her apartment.

The half asleep girl sat up with a start, a gasp bursting from her lungs and she looked around. The giant stood over her, and she shrank back in fear, until her sight focused and the memories came flooding back. The woods, the egg, the aliens home. Her hands sought out the egg, still tucked close to her. She breathed more easily.

A name floated across her thoughts, Nottinkhum. He said something to her, and she tried to remember what it meant. A hand motion of him pretending to eat something flashed before her. He pointed to a table loaded with strange items. Thats right. Food. He wanted to give her something to eat. The smells filling the cabin actually hit her then. They had been there all along, making her stomach growl. The small creature shed eaten earlier hadnt lasted long, and its indigestible bones had been picked clean. It was hunger that cleared her head, and made her move. Moving reminded her of other needs, things that hadnt been satisfied for awhile.

Indecision left her planted in a crouched posture, studying the source of the mouth watering smells, and trying to ignore bodily needs that wouldnt be ignored for much longer. Her attention flickered toward the door, toward outside, but sunlight flooded the windows of the front of the cabin now. Outside wasnt an option, but neither was vomiting a pile of bone and indigestible matter onto her savors nice clean floor.

Her hand flew to her mouth, clamping over her front teeth. The other actually left the egg, and clutched her stomach. Frantic, she glanced around, fighting the urge to heave. Food would have to wait, because nature was screaming. If Nottingham was intuitive, and liked the present clean state of his floor, he would pick up on the clue that Manix was going to be sick. It wasnt the reaction he was hoping for - it was the exact opposite in fact. Manix had no way of telling him it wasnt the wonderful feast. It was hunger and Scavian biology telling her to expel her stomachs current content before trying to digest anything else.
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The language barrier was something that presented itself quite often with Manix. Communication seemed mostly one sided with Nottingham taking the initiative most of the time. It couldn't be really helped. The alien knew little of his culture or language to effectively communicate. Heck, she might even consider some actions to be offensive due to her upbringing. At this moment, this meant next to nothing. Less than nothing if you consider the situation.

Manix's gestures were one that were common even on Earth. It seemed as though as every upright humanoid species shared the same reaction when they about to lose their cookies. Must be universally built into each of us. Astonishing that she hadn't done it before, but it must be the sleep that helped her digestive track along. There was little else to do but drag the poor alien girl into the bathroom.

"Woah!" The man said as he figured out what was happening. "Come here girl!" He added as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to her feet.

The hunter wasted little time. With an arm still wrapped around the poor girl, he half dragged her across the log cabin towards the hallway. With his free hand, he nearly broke down the first door to his left. Behind it lied a nice clean bathroom. Simple might help to describe it a bit better. With only a simple sink with medical cabinet on one side and a toilet and bathtub on the other, it provided all the basic needs for any man who dared live out his life in the wilderness.

With a swift kick, Nottingham kicked up the toilets lid and dropped the alien nearby. Whether she chose to use the bathtub or the toilet was inconsequential at this point. Either would probably suffice for her needs. The idea of it being the bathtub however did strike a bit of a cord. He would gladly offer for the girl to have a shower to freshen up later on, but he'd need to clean it up first. It was bad manners to allow a guest to use a dirty bathtub.
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Current Landmark: Thick Forest 4 (Nottinghams Cabin)
Time: Morning (Around 9AM)
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About the NPC: "Shotgun" Nottingham
Appearance: Giant, lumberjack looking dude, big beard, plaid shirt, carries a shotgun.
His cabin, sounds like a ranch style with an adjoining dining/kitchen/living area. Probably has two bedrooms, one bath. Fireplace heating, logically has a second fireplace or maybe a woodstove in the kitchen. Guessing well water.


In a flash, Manix was half carried, half dragged down the hall and into a room with cold tiled floors and shiny white fixtures. Basins, bowls, and a large tub they werent unlike the Scavian equivalent. Sense of smell told her which was which. Scrubbing bubbles couldnt hide a toilet from something that could smell past it. As much as the odor repulsed her, it was what she lunged for because it was what her friend had opened the lid on.

Hugging the bowl, the Scavian vomited a gelatinous red mass consisting of undigested bone, nails, and teeth. She clung to the rim and slid off into the floor, wiping her teeth with the back of her hand. Manix wanted to die of humiliation and couldnt bring herself to look at Nottinkhum. What must he being thinking right now? Barfing bone residue was not something you did in public. If shed been home, it never would have happened. Scavians rarely ate bone to begin with. They didnt need to. When they did though, they at least knew where the bathroom was. Not to mention, what it was. Here, she didnt. Feeling out of place, the foreigner had been ignoring everything for as long as possible to avoid embarrassment.

It had happened anyway, and the girl wanted to cry. With each passing minute, she was less and less like her daydream hero self and more and more like the pathetic, helpless creature everyone had always thought she was.

Nottinkhum was watching. His horrified stare was searing into the back of her head. The Scavian didnt know if the giants species had the same problem, but she was certain that she had just broken a social taboo. With an indignant sniff, she glanced around the room, studying the fixtures. Anything to keep from facing him.

The plumbing was primitive, but the simplicity of the knobs and handles made their purpose obvious. The tub had two knobs and an outlet, presumably for water, and there was a perforated drain right below. Easy enough. The basin to the right was below a pane of glass, a mirror. The basin also seemed to have two knobs, but from her vantage point in the floor, nothing else could be seen. The bowl in front of her, she knew the purpose of, it had a Scavian parallel, but there were no automatic sensors to whisk away the embarrassing bloody puke mess. There was, however, a shiny silver lever, the only switch of any sort in sight.

The frightened alien on the floor took a deep breath and clawed at the lever. It dropped, there was a gush and roar of water, and the contents of the bowl swirled out of sight with a gurgle. A quick peek at the giant told her that she hadnt broke his toilet, and she breathed a little easier. Unsteadily, Manix climbed to her feet, but still hung her head in shame.

Vik'noff'sa'vik'che.

It was a weak apology, given the circumstances, but she didnt know how else to get her point across. The girl had just been picked up like a puppy that wasnt housebroken yet. Awkwardly, she worried over her tail, a blush to her cheeks turned the fine scales there crimson. Taking a deep breath, the more courageous part of her resolved to break the silence.

Egh vysk vus cy domnsheh. her hands swept around the bathroom. Domnsheh. she repeated slowly, gesturing again to the whole room. Egh vysk vus cy?

Manix wanted to know what the giant called the room, but it wasnt enough. She was tired of feeling helpless and inept. It was one thing to admit she needed help; it was another to not take some initiative to help herself. The alien was on the point of barely restrained hysterics. Manix wanted to know his words, had to know his words, but he needed to learn just a few of hers first. Egh vysk vus cy, meant what do you call this. She prayed her exaggerated gesticulating at everything in the room, and the repeated sounds would break through the barrier and give her the means to ask for more words.

Frustrated and impatient, her trembling claws jabbed at the toilet. Shehtosahfsk. She said, first giving him her word for the fixture. Egh vysk vus cy?

Wasting no time, she pointed to the tub. Tusehknrilnsheh. Egh vysk vus cy? Next she pointed to the sink. Tosahknrilnsheh. Egh vysk vus cy?

She was still shaking, still blushing, and now she was out of breath from blurting out the gush of questions at the poor, ugly, wonderful, alien in front of her. Manix owed her life to this being and she refused to take advantage of his good nature. She had to help herself somehow. Learning to communicate had to happen. Then maybe she could tell him, she really was hungry, and that vomiting bones was normal, just something you did in private and had absolutely nothing to do with the food hed spent all morning preparing for her. Maybe then she could say thank you, and he would understand.

Empty hands that had held an egg for two days wrung and pawed at nothing, seeking that which they no longer had. But Manix didnt dart out of the room. No matter how strong her need for that egg was, she needed Nottinkhum to understand her more. She watched and waited expectantly, all nerves, and all the while the smells of food from the other room were driving her slowly crazy.
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The human was very tolerant of a lot of things. Years in the wilds had tempered the intrepid adventurer he'd been in his younger days. So much so, that he didn't mind what Manix had done. If one was sick, one was sick. No two ways about it. Arceus only knows what Manix had been through in the eyes of Nottingham, so he had no right to argue about her condition.

Manix was quick to rid herself of the bones however. The poor man did not have enough time to get a good look at what had been flushed down the toilet. Which was good. I don't think he'd been able to handle the sight of it. Blood and bones definitely did not paint a nice mental image of what had come out. The little lost girl then bowed her head in shame of what she had done and quickly spit out an apology. At least, that's what it looked like to the human.

"Ummm... it's okay..." The man replied. His hand gently patted the girl on the back, hoping to reinforce the notion that he was okay with what had happened and did not took it personally. It was one of those things he expected managed to cross through the cultural walls.

Then came the surprise that nearly floored him. She spoke. Well, spoke more than usual. The tiny girl had been using as few words as possible since the hunter had found her. Mostly due to how difficult it was for him to understand her he assumed. That or the fact that she had been too weak or scared to ask the questions. Maybe disoriented too. But no more. Now she made a motion as she spoke.

"Egg visk bus si?" The man repeated. His pronunciation was off by more than just a tiny bit. The alien would have a hard time figuring out if he was making fun of her or trying to repeat after her, but it was the best the human could do. "Egg visk bus si." The man repeated once more, this time following the motion the girl had done. A bulb inside his head clicked as he did. "What is this?" It was the only thing that came to his mind. The only thing that made sense.

"Doomingshee?" He replied as Manix kept asking. "Doomingshee. Bathroom." He finally replied as he repeated her motion.

More words quickly followed this. Each question grew more impatient or excited as it went on. As if the girl was slowly gaining a measure of confidence. The hunter was quick to repeat and answer to the best of his abilities. It was, after all, the only way to communicate.

"Shetosafisk. Toilet."

"Tusseknirilingche. Tub."

Both answers were repeated twice to ensure that the girl understood that he understood her. Well, at least that he managed to get the gist of things. This could be the start of a solid friendship between man and alien. There was only one thing left to do however, and that was to further strengthen that bond. One way of doing this however... sharing a good meal. Judging by the looks of things, she was feeling much better. Hopefully she was feeling up to the feast he'd prepared.

"Ummm... do you want to eat?" Again he almost slapped himself. She didn't understand. Best to keep to words she knew and slowly build upon them. "Food?" He added a second later as he repeated the earlier motion he'd used for the word. "This way." Again he motioned as he had done before, but this time towards the hallway and toward the table where the feast awaited.
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His cabin, sounds like a ranch style with an adjoining dining/kitchen/living area. Probably has two bedrooms, one bath. Fireplace heating, logically has a second fireplace or maybe a woodstove in the kitchen. Guessing well water.


Manix breathed a sigh of relief, shoulders dropping as she relaxed. He wasnt angry with her. The urge to hug the giant was overwhelming, but it would have been bad manners. Enough poor social skills had already been exhibited for one day. Nottinkhum quickly proved he was not simply kind and understanding, but sharp as well. He picked up on what the over excited alien was trying to ask. His pronunciation was as poor as hers was of his language, but he understood, and gave her the word she wanted.

Botrrroom? her hand swept around the room to confirm the interpretation. Then the next word came. She had more difficulty with it. Toyleet? It was close enough. He would understand what she was asking for when she needed it. Tub. She liked the one syllable word, one she could approximate without tongue twisters. The bewildered alien was so thrilled with the new words, that the fact Nottinkhum had been unable to keep up with all of her questions and had missed one, could be overlooked. She could learn the word for sink later.

Trembling with happiness, she could no longer keep check of her manners, and flung herself at the massive man in the doorway, wrapping her arms around his huge torso and burying her face in his flannel shirt. The overjoyed embrace was accompanied by deep rumbling purr.

Abruptly, she pulled away, remembering herself. An embarrassed blush and look away happened, but the giant wiped away all concern. He said that familiar word. Food. Reminded of the feast, and the deep gnawing hunger she felt, Nottinkhum had no trouble leading her back into the main room. Here, the tired, hungry, lost girl, sought out her precious egg and hugged it close before approaching the table. There was a brief pang of guilt for having abandoned the defenseless unborn in her moment of panic. Staring into its depths, the white hot embryo flipped over inside its shell. It seemed larger than it had been two days ago. The confines of its egg seemed almost cramped.

With the egg tucked close, the adoptive mother looked over the tables spread. The food items and utensils were all as strange as Nottinkhum himself was. Sweet and savory smells filled the room, making the alien salivate and swipe at the trickle of drool threatening to escape her grill of pointed teeth. There was only one item on the table which she could identify though, and it changed how she viewed her hero.

Eggs; the shape, the color, the bright yellow yokes, the smell - there was no mistaking them. For the first time since hed found her in the hole in the ground, a touch of real fear returned and manifested in a tensing of posture, a tightening of her arms around the egg she carried. Learning that Nottinkhums kind were egg thieves was disheartening, and she prayed he wouldnt expect her to eat them. Egg Thieves did not see the wrong in their ways. Nottinkhum would not understand her revulsion and she had no intention of insulting him now.

She nudged a chair out and slowly sat, once more unsure of how to proceed. Manix watched Nottinkhum for clues. The little silver instruments his used to dig into the fare were somewhat familiar. Like everything else in the home, they took on a new shape, more suited for whatever species the giant belonged. The fork was simple enough, and the knife. The spoon was strange to find on the table though. They were used to cook with on Sordia, but had little practical use as an eating utensil. The drinking glasses were more suited for things with lips like Nottinkhum. They would be awkward to use with any amount of delicacy for someone with a face full of teeth. Sipping was impossible.

The alien watched the giant use his hands for some of the food items. The bacon, though she didnt know the name, she knew was meat, and was delighted to find it was finger food. Eagerly she picked up a piece and snapped a crispy, greasy bite off. It melted in her mouth, and in spite of her inhibitions about the presence of eggs on her plate, her tail swished with obvious delight. Her questions resumed.
Egh vysk vus cy? She held up her last piece of fried salt pork and waved it at her new friend. In sequence she pointed to all the different items on the plate, prompting the word for each. She ended with the eggs, her claw hovering over the shivering mass of yellow in the center.

Nottinkhum. Foodehsa? Vys kre ehsa? her arms wrapped around her egg, hugging it close. Eghk? He probably didnt understand her question, but during their brief exchange of words, he knew what ehsa meant. And she thought Food meant to eat. He could conclude she was asking if the eggs were food and it was a correct assumption.

She had hated to ask, but she had to. Scavians did not eat eggs. They did not cook with eggs. It was considered an abomination. She had to get this very important fact across somehow. The flat sweet smelling things smelled wonderful, but there was a strange odor about them, and it worried her she might actually eat something with eggs in it.

Nottinkhum. Vik'noff'sa'vik'che. She bowed her head and blushed. Hys skre ehsa. She mimed eating and shook her head. Ehsachek. she patted her own egg, but had no way tell him that eggs were sacred.

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It brought a warm feeling to one's heart to see another enjoy the meal that was prepared by one's own hands. A good feeling to say the least. A feeling that one tended to relish more than one would expect. Plus, it makes up for the awkward hug earlier in the bathroom. He wasn't really expecting that reaction out of her. Thankfully that was over with and they could carry on with the awkward silent breakfast before them.

As usual, Manix's questions did not let up. No sooner had she begun to dig into her plate did she begin with the asking. First it was the bacon, then sausages, ham, potatoes, toast, pancakes and then finally came the strange one. She hovered over the two miniature suns on the plate with such... hesitation. As if something was wrong.

"Food." He said as he pointed at everything on the table. Then he began to pointing at each thing on the plates. "Bacon. Sausage. Steak Ham. Pancakes. Toast. Maple Syrup. Jam. Juice. Eggs."

The human didn't understand the alien's reaction to the eggs. They were harmless enough judging by the looks, which made it difficult to understand. It's not like they were toxic or anything. Perhaps her species couldn't handle them. Those doubts carried on until the girl spoke once. It was then that her apprehension made sense.

Manix's arms were wrapped tightly around the egg. A Pokmon egg if Nottingham had ever seen one. She was particularly attached to it like a mother holing onto her child. Maybe that was what she thought that they were. Children that needed to be taken care of. No wonder she acted so apprehensive around the plate. Even more so when she mimed eating the eggs and shook her head. What followed could only be saying that she doesn't eat eggs. What a way to screw up a first meal.

"No." He said while shaking his head over and over again. "No eggs. No essa." He added a moment later while pointing at the other things on the plates. Hopefully she'd figure out that nothing else had eggs and that she was free to eat to her heart's content.
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About the NPC: "Shotgun" Nottingham
Appearance: Giant, lumberjack looking dude, big beard, plaid shirt, carries a shotgun.
His cabin, sounds like a ranch style with an adjoining dining/kitchen/living area. Probably has two bedrooms, one bath. Fireplace heating, logically has a second fireplace or maybe a woodstove in the kitchen. Guessing well water.


It was only after the uncomfortable egg negotiation that she was finally able to sit back and relax. She thought he understood. At least she hoped. He pointed to the other food items and told her no eggs. Without trepidation this time, she dug in, eating her way around the sunny side ups until she couldnt take another bite. The greasy, meat based foods were all mouth watering and settled the earlier complaints of her stomach. The jam and juice were also favorite items. Fruit was a delicacy on Sordia, growing only in the upper reaches of the forest canopy. The high sugar content made her giddy and the slurry of new sounds kept Manix occupied throughout the remainder of the meal. She muttered to herself under her breath as well as to the egg. Nottinkhum likely thought she had gone insane, but it was really just a sleep deprived sugar rush.

When only eggs were left, Manix looked at the giant expectantly, and then around the room. As much as she wanted to help him clean up, she didnt know where everything went. Getting in the way wasnt very helpful at all, but now that she was here, in his home, she was subject to his rules and his schedule. She was effectively a houseguest until he indicated otherwise. So, the Scavian sat there, staring at the giant, looking and feeling rather useless.

On the bright side, she was no longer starving to death in the cold. The evil sun of the strange world was no longer blinding her and she presently didnt have to worry about the resident aliens trying to eat her. She sighed softly, and studied her new friend whatever he was. The barrage of questions shed thrown at him were no doubt annoying, but she just had to ask one more.

Nottinkhum? Egh vysk? she tilted her head, hands resting lightly on the egg in her lap. She tried again, pointing to herself. Hysk Scavian. She pointed to him, and repeated, Egh? Simple enough what are you? Unless he got confused and thought she was asking if he was a girl. That might be more awkward than either of them could handle.

More awkwardness then happened, where Nottingham could continue wondering what the hell he had gotten himself into, and what he was going to do with it.

The it in question was wondering much the same thing and scratched absently at the scrapes on her arms suffered a few hours earlier.
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Breakfast went smoothly following the egg debacle. Nottingham's minor mishap was happily brushed off however. The last thing he needed was some kind of intergalactic incident on his hands. Not that it would've sparked one. For the most part he didn't even know who Manix was. She could just be a farm girl from her planet. Then again she could also be their leader and they be willing to level the planet should they be perceived as a threat to her. Best to avoid something like that if at all possible.

The alien's carefree attitude during the meal only signaled that he had found a way to make her feel at home and comfortable enough to put her fears of him to rest. He did however now begin to suspect the girl's sanity when she began speaking to the egg. Still, he wasn't about to judge. It might be a normal thing that her species does. Human females also did tend to speak to their unborn children so it might also be that. Another one of those things that tend to transcend the species barrier.

It wasn't till after the plates were in the sink and the human had begun cleaning them that more questions began. The girl definitely did not let up with them, but it was probably normal considering that she didn't know where she was. At least, he thought she didn't know where she was. Most lost people tend to find a place to hide like the cave he found her so it made about as much sense as anything. This time around, she asked him what he was.

"Human." He said as he motioned himself. "Human." He repeated.

Something in the human's mind seemed to click for some reason. Something that had been bothering since the first time he saw the girl had finally made sense. The reason he felt so calm around her even when he saw that she wasn't human. He had seen her before... or at least someone else of her species.

"Wait... erm... stay." He said as he dried off his hands as quickly as possible. "Stay." He repeated as he made his way toward the living room.

The man did not have to look around much to to find what he was looking for. He dug through the few dozen newspapers that he had all piled up in a corner of the room. There, in one of the few printings he had found interesting enough to actually pick up during one of his trips into town, he found what he was looking for. On the front page lay a picture of another Scavian. Floyd to be exact. This printing had been around the time the alien had been officially named General of the Opadekkan Military Establishment. A few years old by now, but still legible as it'd been kept out of the sun. Inside, there was even an interview that a reporter had done with Floyd. Even had the name of his home planet. Sordia.

"Aha!" The man joyously exclaimed as he pulled out the newspaper. "I knew there was something about you." He exclaimed as he made his way back towards the girl.

Holding the newspaper towards her, he motioned for her to take it into her hands and look at the photo. Hopefully, it would bring a smile to her face once she found out that she was not in fact alone on this planet. Heck, she might even be able to find the poor guy and give him some company. God knows he's been alone on this planet long enough without some sort of contact with his own kind.

"That's Floyd." The man said as he pointed at the alien on the picture. "Floyd. From Sordia."
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About the NPC: "Shotgun" Nottingham
Appearance: Giant, lumberjack looking dude, big beard, plaid shirt, carries a shotgun.
His cabin, sounds like a ranch style with an adjoining dining/kitchen/living area. Probably has two bedrooms, one bath. Fireplace heating, logically has a second fireplace or maybe a woodstove in the kitchen. Guessing well water.



Oomon? Manix repeated the strange sound with a happy flick of her tail.

She watched the oomons expression change. His strange features were unreadable but it appeared something very important had occurred to him. He told her to stay and practically ran out of the room, his huge heavy boots thundering over the wood floors. Sounds of rustling paper and things being shoved and tossed aside peeked her curiosity. When he returned, he was holding a gray bundle of paper with black print all over it.

The paper was plopped on the table and shoved in front of her, his finger jabbing pointedly at the color photo of she gasped, stood up, and pushed away with such violence she over turned her chair. He confirmed her heart chilling fear with two words; Floyd and Sordia.

The face on the page was changed, scarred now, lined with worry. Never-the-less, this was lost heir to the Tuseh'n'kresah'rraj'k clan. This was the Floydvisek, made famous for starting the war that still raged across the borders between the Empire and the Republic. The story, as news had filtered down to the Lower Class, was that the Republic had framed him with the destruction of one of their space stations. The Empire was accused of terrorism and the war had ignited prematurely. Floyds own brother had uncovered the truth. The Republic had been developing illegal wormhole technology and was testing it in the vicinity of the station where the Scavian was working. His body had not been found and they had no proof that he had escaped the pull of the wormhole. Not wanting to risk the truth getting out, they had contrived story that the son of the bloodiest General in all of the Empires military history had destroyed the station, and was hiding within the Republic. They had not counted on his twin hacking into their systems and revealing the truth.

Her shock was not simply because she knew the face on the front page. That face was Upper Class, and his family controlled the city tree where she lived. He was effectively her landlord, and the source of all her problems. Mixed emotions were tearing her two different directions. Here was someone who might know why she was here, someone who could help her, but she could never talk to him. Lowers did not talk to Uppers. They were forbidden from even looking at them. Even if she somehow returned home the same mysterious way she had come, no one would ever believe she knew the fate of the missing son.

Beads of sweat had broken out across her brow. She was trembling and clinging to the egg in her arms. Tail tucked between her legs she backed further away from the photo as if it would come to life and strike her. Finally, through chattering fangs she managed to say something.

Yek Floydvisek N cy Tuseh'n'kresah'rraj'k zen. Yek f'loyd. Fsk! she spat with a shudder. She couldnt believe that what Nottinkhum was trying to tell her was true, that the son of the murderous overlord was alive, and here. She froze. Where was here?

At last she remembered the computer clamped to her arm. Trembling hands set her egg back down on the table and flicked open the access panel on the gauntlet style device. Claws danced over minute keys and in response, light sprang into the air. The thin beams came together and formed a grid, then a solid screen. She brought up a picture of a blue and green planet swirling with clouds. It circled two suns, had three moons, and four other planets completed the small solar system. She looked at the Oomon and jabbed at the blue-green world.

Cyk Sordia. She cried urgently. Home, she added, using one of his own words. Eghk cy dom? She went through the motions once more to make sure the giant understood. The planet in the hologram was Sordia, and she wanted to know the name of his world.
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The alien's pronunciation wasn't getting any better as time went along. Mostly due in part to the lack of lips on the girl. Nottingham wasn't all too worried about it. It was the general sound that he was interested in at the moment. As long as he could understand the gist of it, it was enough. Grammatical correctness could come later.

Things then got interesting.So much commotion over a single picture was certainly not expected. At first she seemed scared of the picture. Almost as if it would've jumped up and attacked at any time. Then she just looked terrified of the man in the picture and he could do to her. There was definitely some king of story there. It was just too bad that there was a language barrier keeping it from the human.

It didn't take long for the normally quiet girl to suddenly turn into a chatterbox. Alien speech no less. A few words that didn't register in Nottingham's alien dictionary. A few others did. Floyd and Sordia were the only two that did actually register. Mostly due that they also sounded that way in English. Then, came more alien words this time accompanied by a hologram of sorts. All thanks to that little gizmo on her arm. Some sort of computer it seems.

"Sordia." The man said as he pointed at the hologram.

An encouraging nod from the alien confirmed that he understood the meaning behind her words. It wasn't till the follow up question and motions that he added something to that earlier statement. She now wanted to know what planet she was on or so he thought was implied by her gestures.

"Earth." He said as he repeated her motion in the hopes that he got the message across. "Earth."
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About the NPC: "Shotgun" Nottingham
Appearance: Giant, lumberjack looking dude, big beard, plaid shirt, carries a shotgun.
His cabin, sounds like a ranch style with an adjoining dining/kitchen/living area. Probably has two bedrooms, one bath. Fireplace heating, logically has a second fireplace or maybe a woodstove in the kitchen. Guessing well water.


"Urt?" she mimicked and then shook her head. She had never heard of it. The oo'mon had said the name of her home world though. Was it possible he had heard of it? Her hand flew over the tiny controls on the computer and the three dimensional map of her solar system zoomed out to reveal the Beacon Galaxy, a swath of red that stretched across the void of space in an irregular shape. So far, she hadn't seen anything in the night sky that could be it. Although it was likely that she was now so far away that the red galaxy appeared as one of the red stars.

Manix had never seen the sky on her homeworld, but she knew from her own studies that the Beacon Galaxy was called such because it could be easily made out from neighboring galaxies. It would appear as a patch of red in the sky, not simply as a red star. Asking her new friend if he knew of it was a long shot in hopes that his own world was currently not in the correct position to see it. If he had, then it would mean she was still close enough home that she might return.

However, if that was true, why was the Overlord's son here?

When it became plain that Not'tink'hum didn't know what she was trying to ask, she shut the computer down with a sigh. The only person that could answer her questions was the one person she wasn't interested in talking to. Manix went back her egg and gave up on fishing more information out of him. Two days had passed with little to no sleep, and she just wanted a shower and some rest. It didn't feel right asking this of the oo'mon, but there was no one else to ask. She could always go back to the pond, wash up there, and sleep in that hole she'd fallen into.

The alien stood by the table, egg in her arms, and stared blankly at the newspaper. She needed to learn more about Urt, more about oo'mons. And now she needed to avoid the Upper Class asshole too. Could he have something to do with why she was here? It was too much of a coincidence that she just happened to wake up on the same world where he had been hiding for five years.

Shaking herself out of her reverie, she asked, "Not'tink'hum, vys egh'setu hys soo bat'rrrooom t tub?" Hopefully he picked up on her garbled attempt at his language.
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"Earth," he repeated, with a nod. Good enough, but that still didn't seem to help her at all. He noticed the flickering confusion before she went back to her computer. Nottingham watched, interested, as the manipulated it and brought the map out further and further, until the planet was a dot surrounded by red and empty space. He felt like he should try to help, and squinted at it. But, he wasn't a scientist, and looking at it didn't do a whole lot of help. The bearish man half shrugged helplessly. Manix was well and truly lost.

"Well..." he wasn't sure what to say, or how to help her now. She was fed, he'd told her anything of interest he could think of, and that hadn't seemed to help much based on her reaction to just a picture of Floyd. She was from space... it kind of gave him a thought, but he'd need to dig around to find what he needed.

He looked at her when she spoke, able to pick out a few of the words. "The... tub?" given that she was still messy from laying around in the woods, he thought he could figure out what she was asking. "You want to use the tub? Of course. Here, let me show you how it works."

Because everyone's shower seems to be different, and boy is that a pain in the ass trying to figure it out. Feel free to gloss over all that and do what you have to, seems like you wanna get Manix out of here, heh.
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3LP The exact opposite, actually. Approximately one week needs to pass IC before she can catch up to Floyd's timeline.

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APL: 0 MPL: 1 Team: 1 egg (19/20)
Current Landmark: Thick Forest 4 (Nottinghams Cabin)
Time: Morning (Around 10AM)
Destination Landmark: None.
Notes for mods:
  • Manix has no items at all, just the egg.
  • She speaks no English
  • Doesn't know what a human or a pokemon is.
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About the NPC: "Shotgun" Nottingham
Appearance: Giant, lumberjack looking dude, big beard, plaid shirt, carries a shotgun.
His cabin, sounds like a ranch style with an adjoining dining/kitchen/living area. Probably has two bedrooms, one bath. Fireplace heating, logically has a second fireplace or maybe a woodstove in the kitchen. Guessing well water.


The girl eagerly followed close on the oo'mon's heels, right back to the bathroom. She was delighted he had understood. Watching him from the doorway, he turned knobs and plugged drains, showed her where the towels were, the soap, and even a large fluffy bathrobe. Only when he backed back out into the hall did she enter, closing the door on him with a chirp of thanks.

Alone in the strange bathroom, Manix settled her egg into the sink and looked around. These facilities weren't so very different from the ones on her own world. The shower soon filled the small room with billowing clouds of steam and the lost girl found relief in the hot soothing water pounding the tension out of her back. More delight was found in experimenting with the oo'mon's choice in soaps and other strange paraphernalia that lined the shelves of the shower - much of which didn't make any sense.

Afterwards, the shower found an additional use as a wash tub to rinse out her sweat and dirt stained clothes. These were draped over the curtain rod to dry. She found the fluffy bathrobe a little awkward to contend with. It was obviously made for someone of the oo'mon's giant proportions, and the terry cloth garment utterly engulfed her. She snickered at herself when she saw herself in the mirror, cloaked from head to foot in the blue robe. It clashed with the color of scales. The hot shower and humid cloud of steam had made her sleepy and her foggy thoughts found all this terribly funny.

When the door finally cracked open, the hapless homeowner had heard all manner of noises. Claws clicking across tiles, water running, water splashing, the toilet flushing, and the alien chortling to herself. Now she stood in the hall wearing his bathrobe and still carrying that egg. She hadn't left the safety of the secluded room because she wanted too though. It was because of the egg. Small cracks were forming in the sides and steam was seeping from the fissures. Soft squeaks and clicks were coming from the orb and the alien looked completely dumbfounded.

This was not how Scavian eggs hatched. The white hot embryo was hatching and she didn't know what to do about it.

"Not'tink'hum! Eg...k kresah'k. Egh wey'k hys'k?" she cried, hurrying over to the human and nearly toppling over of the dragging hem of the robe.
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Nottingham had nothing if not patience, and it was coming in really handy at this point. The strange noises didn't surprise him, exactly, but they did make him chuckle. No doubt, if something happened, she'd make some noise of alarm. He kept an ear out for that, but otherwise let her do her thing. While she was busy with that, he busied himself cleaning up the kitchen after breakfast and making sure everything was tidy. When Manix came out, he was sorting through a stack of large papers, folded up smaller, with colorful, jagged pictures on them, mostly blue and green.

"Hm?" he straightened up, looking to the egg. Oh, it was hatching. Nottingham could recognize a pokemon egg when he saw one, but considering she was from another planet, her alarm wasn't surprising even if he couldn't understand what exactly she was saying. "It's hatching. Here," he picked up one of the drying towels from the dishes and set it on the table, patting the spot and pointing at the egg. From the steam, it was some kind of fire type, and he figured she wouldn't want to accidentally drop it. While she was setting the egg down, he went to get a towel as fast as he could. Without knowing what was in the egg, he didn't know what they would need, but right now the pressing thing was to get it hatched... then perhaps he could try to explain.

"It's ok, it's fine. Just let it hatch," she may not be able to understand him, but his deep voice was as calm as he could get it. Hopefully she would pick up on the tone.
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Current Landmark: Thick Forest 4 (Nottinghams Cabin)
Time: Morning (Around Noon)
Destination Landmark: None.
Notes for mods:
  • Manix has no items
  • She speaks no English
  • Doesn't know pokemon are.
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About the NPC: "Shotgun" Nottingham
Appearance: Giant, lumberjack looking dude, big beard, plaid shirt, carries a shotgun.
His cabin, sounds like a ranch style with an adjoining dining/kitchen/living area. Probably has two bedrooms, one bath. Fireplace heating, logically has a second fireplace or maybe a woodstove in the kitchen. Guessing well water.


The human's action went a long way in calming the alien down. She couldn't understand his words, but the giant seemed to know what he was doing, laying a towel out on the table and pointing to it while going to fetch another. Manix shuffled as quickly as the ungainly garment would allow and gently set the splintering egg on the provided towel. She couldn't help but hover over the hatching egg.

The cracks widened and pieces of shell fell away. Smoke issued from its depths and a white hot glow erupted from the inside. All at once, the shell split apart with a sharp crack. The two ragged halves clattered to the side and revealed its growing occupant, finally too large to remain confined. Tiny legs flailed and pushed away shell as the oblong, chubby body they were attached to wriggled its way to freedom. A damp, fuzzy worm shook its head and sat up in the center of the table, looking blearily at the toothy creature in front of her.

The chubby caterpillar cheeped curiously at the thing in front of it, and the thing loomed even closer. Unsure of itself, it scuttled back on its tiny feet. Manix reached a tentative hand toward the hatchling, and quirked head in amazement. In a way, it resembled some of the life forms on her home world. Few animals on Sordia fit into any of the earth classification systems, but there was few flying creatures that fed on the giant mushrooms that grew at the base of the oldest trees. Their insectile bodies reminded her of the newborn's, except they had several layers of scaled wings. The thorax of this one was covered in thick, white fur while the abdomen was coated in fine velvet. Five bright red spines protruded from the fluffy mane in a star pattern, and two bright blue eyes sparkled from a tiny black face.

Manix couldn't help herself, and reached for the baby. The infant squeaked and tried to reverse over the slippery shards of shell. It knew on some instinctual level that this monster didn't look right. The ominous, clawed hand froze, then set down on the table in front of it, palm up and didn't move. The alien didn't want to spook the hatchling, so she waited for curiosity to drive the baby toward investigating her instead.

Sure enough, once the worm was sure the fluffy blue and orange giant wasn't going to attack, she crawled closer and nibbled at the girl's claws. Manix giggled and struggled to stay still while the caterpillar's tiny feet picked their way across her finger tips and onto her palm. Little by little the tiny bug ambled its way up her arm and scaled the fanged face to explore it further. Finally, it crawled back down to her shoulder and nuzzled into her neck. The alien could hear the tiny being purring softly and reached back to gently pluck the baby and cradle it. She had never held a baby before, but the mothering instincts that the egg had awoken made the desire seem perfectly natural.

"Egh'k vys'k?" she cooed at the insect, then looked up at the human curiously. The bug was of his world, maybe he knew what it was. "Not'tink'hum, K vys vik egh cy'k?"




The bug is hatched! Need some happy on it.
Edited by Maverick, Mar 5 2014, 06:16 PM.
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Alien or human, it was important for a hatching pokemon to bond with whomever its trainer was going to be. Even though Manix wasn't from around here, Nottingham figured she'd be able to take care of it... and perhaps it could help take care of her, in due time. The man stayed out of sight of the bug, so it didn't get confused and go for the more familiar thing. He let out a breath when it scuttled up the alien lady's arm, and he closed the distance to hand Manix the extra towel he'd obtained. The bug's natural heat may dry its own fur out, but just in case Manix wanted to bond with the thing with some good 'ol fashioned affection.

"Ah..." it took a second to piece together what she had said. It was obviously a question. "It's a larvesta. Lar-ves-ta," here, he hesitated. Getting into the subject of pokemon in general was one of the most complicated things he could think of... but she had to know something, if she was here. "It's a kind of pokemon."

Getting an idea, he turned back to the magazine from earlier, and flipped through the pages, to the article about Genesis. Here, it showed all different kinds of monsters, of all shapes and sizes and builds. He found a page that had a bunch of them on it, all water types from the ocean around the island, and gestured to the monsters as a whole. "Pokemon. There's a lot of different kinds."
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Current Landmark: Thick Forest 4 (Nottinghams Cabin)
Time: Morning (Around Noon)
Destination Landmark: None.
Notes for mods:
  • Manix has no items
  • She speaks no English
  • Doesn't know what pokemon are.
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About the NPC: "Shotgun" Nottingham
Appearance: Giant, lumberjack looking dude, big beard, plaid shirt, carries a shotgun.
His cabin, sounds like a ranch style with an adjoining dining/kitchen/living area. Probably has two bedrooms, one bath. Fireplace heating, logically has a second fireplace or maybe a woodstove in the kitchen. Guessing well water.




Manix twisted her head to one side, then the other, looking like a very ugly variety of buzzard with her orange head of horns sticking out of the mountain of blue terry cloth. She wasn't sure if the giant was giving the word for the worm's actual species, or its classification. Given the emphasis on pronunciation he'd given, she assumed the latter. The girl tried the word anyway, "Larrr'besss'ta?"

Holding the baby up and looking it over, she parroted the word again for its benefit. The hatchling wriggled and squeaked unhappily, mostly because she had been swept away from the alien's body heat. The five spines decorating her mantle of white smoked, sputtered, and sparked.

"Egh?" Manix gasped, smelling the smoke and feeling the sudden wash of heat over her hands. Quickly she tucked the little bug close again, wondering if it was possible for the strange alien worm to produce fire. Suddenly, she jerked here head up, an idea coming to her. A name for the baby that seemed appropriate. "Hys wey'k vus cys...Nema'lok'n!" She nuzzled the baby and repeated the new name for it, abbreviating to an appropriate nick name. "Nema..."

Nema, for her part, would learn in time that the funny sound was her name. For now she was content to cuddle next to the blue and orange thing that was lavishing her with attention and providing her the closeness that her real mother would have given had she been present.

Not'tink'hum was still trying to educate Manix though, so further musings would have to wait. Desperately she tried to understand. He added a second word to her kaleidoscope of oo'mon sounds. He pointed to the paper he'd dropped on the table and flipped to another page with more pictures. All sort of lifeforms were depicted there. She wasn't sure if they were merely animals or sentient lifeforms like the oo'mon and herself. For that matter, she wasn't sure which her new baby was either.

Of the creatures in the photos, it was apparent many were water dwelling beings, yet he used the same peculiar word to describe them as he did Nema. "P'kay'mon," she mumbled to her self, deciding that this must be a general word encompassing all animal kingdoms. She tested her theory by pointing to Not'tink'hum. "Not'tink'hum k P'kay'mon?"

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(Close enough,) Nottingham thought, like he found himself thinking a lot today, it seemed like. Hard to make a v sound when you had no lips. Just to continue the encouragment of her learning, he nodded a bit.

He stood back and watched Manix learn a little more, and speak in her toothy language to the newborn. Interesting as the situation was for him, it could only be moreso for the pokemon. Or it would be down the line; it wasn't like the larvesta would quite know what was going on at first anyway.

The lumberjack lookin' fella noted the way she had repeated Nema, wondering if that was what the bug was to be named, but didn't ask about it. Instead, the focus was on teaching her some new things. She... sort of got it, but her question made him pause. He was a naturalist, yes, but not a scientist. Pokemon and humans weren't the same thing, but they were both still living, multicelled creatures. He couldn't remember what the classification was for that kind of thing.

But, he shook his head at her question. "Ah, no, I'm not a pokemon. Pokemon..." he wondered how to describe it. "Pokemon are all the non-human creatures. Native to this planet, anyway. Not human." He made a motion with his hands, trying to indicate two separate things.
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3LP (below is a quick FF to get Manix out of here and caught up with her and Floyd's timeline)


Title: The House Pest
Word Count: 1,295
Synopsis: The House Pest, is a brief summary of Manixs first week on Earth, spent in the company of Nottingham.
Asking for: LP I guess, just need a way to pass one week of IC time and this is the most convenient.


The girl surveyed the items spread out on the kitchen table. There wasnt much; a hand-me-down jacket, an old rucksack, a water bottle and some food. They were gifts, given to her by the tall man shed been staying with for the past week.

Has it been a week already? she mused. It sure doesnt seem like it. She looked at her personal computer to verify the dates. Her world had thirty six hour days, and only four had passed, according to the device clamped to her arm. The sunlight streaming through the window told another tale. The blinding white orb had risen and fallen seven times since she had first woken in the woods. This world must spin faster than Sordia. Or maybe its smaller, she reasoned.

The items on the table beckoned. Their presence made her tingle with excitement, and just a little fear. She was leaving the humans home today and setting out into the unknown for the first time. The foreigner glanced over her shoulder at the huge man. The bushy faced giant looked so much different than herself, his alien face was unreadable, but she was almost positive he was sad to see her go. His cheeks were damp, where his eyes leaked water.

I wonder if hes ok. Manix watched the human in dumbfounded amazement, having never seen a thing with eyes before coming to this place. She didnt know what tears were. The girl went to him, and gently pushed the top of her armored skull against his side. He raised his arm and draped it over her back, patting her gently before pushing her away. His garble of words meant less than the gestures he used. Hes right. Ive stayed long enough, and its time to move on.

Returning to the table, she began to pack her few belongings. Only one thing remained. A squeak from the sofa reminded her. With a soft smile she turned towards the sound, finding the small furry moth larvae peering back at her.

Nema! she called to the moth, and covered the distance between the small kitchen and living area in three strides. She plucked the larvesta off the cushion and cradled the soft bodied insect close. The small creature protested for only a moment, then consented to the motherly attention with a clicking purr of pleasure.

Burying her face the furry moths collar of thick white fur, Manix recalled her first day in the humans home. Blazing like a furnace, the egg she had found in the forest burst open on the kitchen table. The tiny occupant, timid at first, quickly bonded with the strange looking girl who was so ready to have someone to hold onto and love. Standing there in the kitchen, surveying the ruins of the egg she had carried through the woods, her human friend had tried to tell her about pokemon. Of course she lacked the translation to understand, but that only added to the mystery that was Nema a moth like creature that could create fire. This thought sparked another recent memory.

The second evening of her stay Manix sat on the living room floor in front of the blazing fireplace. Using a borrowed brush, she worked tediously at untangling the moths unruly mane. Nema fought and wriggled, even biting at the brush to show her displeasure. Plumes of charcoal smoke streamed from her poker-red spikes. The sooty cloud began lukewarm and swiftly became oven-hot as the bugs patience wore out. The scalding heat made the alien release the insect with a startled yelp. In the next breath, tiny jets of orange flames burst out from the five tines. Nema sat at the center of the blaze, seething with baby fury as the cinders caught the rug on fire. Manix screeched, and the human had leaped to the rescue, stamping out the burning rug. The cranky, sleepy bug had fallen asleep on the same carpet she had just charred.

You sure know how to stir up trouble, little fire moth, Manix thought with a smile and ruffled the bugs hair. Nema squeaked happily and strained to peer around the aliens side. Nottingham was watching the pair and chuckling. He too was recalling the day the larvesta had learned how to make fire.

From that day on, Nottingham had ushered her outside the moment the insect showed the slightest signs of being irritable. The great outdoors had created a new brand of problems. Manix couldnt see under the bright light of Earths sun at least not right away. Unlike Nema or the human, she couldnt simply shield her eyes from the harsh rays. Scavians had no eyes, and relied instead on the sensitive scales on their skin to react to light.

The first time Nottingham had shoved her and Nema outside, the ball of burning light hung high in the sky. The alien hung back in the shadows of the front porch, unable to see more than a few feet beyond the front steps. The sun burned as much as it blinded. The night-dwelling reptile couldnt hide, even in the shade, and ended up clawing at the door like a cat put out for the night. The human made a habit of making her go outside, mistaking her discomfort for fear, and by the end of the week, her sunburn had started to tan, and the bright light dimmed well enough to see the small yard surrounding the log cabin.

Manix hung her head, thinking about all the human had tried to do for her. The week had been thrilling, in its own mundane way. Following the human around had taught her about human gadgets, human habits, and learning a few words in his language along the way. Yet there was only so much to be learned from the lumberjacks daily routine and he was not inclined to do anything more. She had imposed on him long enough. Somewhere between sleep and confusion she had found her courage again, all thanks to the warm friendship offered so freely by the human.

Nottinkhum? Dankoo, she managed to murmur.

The aliens horrible accent made the big man laugh. He reached out, and patted the girl on the head. It was the best he could do to let her know it was ok. He picked up the pack and held it out to her. As interesting as it had been to have an alien in his home, her curiosity was exhausting and better satisfied by the world itself, not an old man who only wanted peace and quiet.

Manix took the rucksack and looked towards the door, wondering where her travels would take her. She thought briefly of the other Scavian that the giant had showed her in the paper. No, I dont want to find him. His kind is what I wanted to get away from. This is a new start for me. The best thing I can do is avoid that guy. She imagined he would simply impose more rules on her to follow. She put him out of her thoughts just as quickly. On this world, he was nothing and she was determined to keep him that way.

Nottingham accompanied her as far as the porch. He watched her hover on the last step, as if testing the waters. She could see the tree line and dived off the steps, bracing herself for chill of the frost cover ground. She waded through the murky sunlit world, and when she made the safety of the tree line, she turned. Nottingham was no longer there, but a massive shadow could be seen just beyond the living room window. Manix waved to it, and took the first step into the woods, and onto the adventure of a lifetime.
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Creativity: 5
Believability: 5
Technical Prowess: 4

Word Count: 1295
Base Score: 40

Pros:

  • Manix's motherly affection for her little bug.
  • The bond she developed with Nottingham.


Cons:

  • A little slow.


Final Score: 50 :lp and +3 :lp for myself.
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