drinkandforget: (they all lose everything)
Sailor Lethe ✫ Hasegawa Masuyo ([personal profile] drinkandforget) wrote in [community profile] onepassingnight2012-01-21 10:40 am

Jurassic Guide

She's been dreaming of Earth lately. Why she should be dreaming of that distant planet is not a question Sailor Lethe cares to consider too deeply; she knows it's said to be one of the last territories holding out against Galaxia.

There's no sign of that in the Earth she visits. The lush vegetation is almost tropical, vibrant ferns alongside tall trees. They grace the banks of a winding river, tranquil and quiet. Visible at intervals, small groups of dinosaurs go about their own business, largely ambivalent to her presence.

Lethe poles her small boat silently through the water. When she acquires an extra passenger, she shows no surprise, but be careful; passage is not free. Those in the boat will lose something before they disembark, whether as small and simple as a pen or as disastrous as an irreplaceable keepsake.
histrionic: (my name is pearl)

[personal profile] histrionic 2012-01-21 08:39 am (UTC)(link)
Kuja has no need of vessels. He can float in the air; he can glide, and he does so, moving through the air easily, propelled by his own power. He comes up next to her and slows there, flying alongside her boat rather than riding in it.

He need depend on no one, not for anything. Not now. He is no more human than those dinosaurs are. Less so, as he is not an ordinary creature, who was born, who developed, who was truly alive in the way animals are. The dinosaurs themselves don't startle him. They're not familiar species, but he's used to monsters.

In some ways, he is one.

No, his attention is on her for the moment, this one humanlike creature in the wilderness.

"What rare bloom is this?"
histrionic: (the stars are exploding)

[personal profile] histrionic 2012-01-21 08:56 am (UTC)(link)
He considers himself a monster, depending on how one defines the term. Monsters are as monsters do.

"Ah, is that so? I've never heard of such a planet, so it would make no difference to me whether ancient or modern. From my perspective, it would no doubt be similarly unfamiliar." He nods his head politely as he floats easily nearby, above the water. "But I was referring to you, my dear, as pink and petaled as a flower."
histrionic: (promise i'll never get sad)

[personal profile] histrionic 2012-01-21 09:18 am (UTC)(link)
These dangerous plants and animals are not too different from the ones that are common on Gaia. Gaia far much more dangerous than modern Earth, and he has no need to fear there. If his manner seems light and easy, it is because he can behave in such a manner without risk. He remains aware of his surroundings.

"Have you no name of your own, so that I must give you one?" He smiles. If she's asking for his name, he considers that he asked first, by inquiring as to what kind of bloom she was.
histrionic: (till the siren come calling)

[personal profile] histrionic 2012-01-21 09:28 am (UTC)(link)
"Why should I? I can explore it for myself and follow my own paths. Why limit my movements to your slow little craft?"

He's been limited for too long, forced to dance to a melody of another's choosing.

"By whose authority do you guard this river? And for what purpose?"
histrionic: (it's a hollow play)

[personal profile] histrionic 2012-01-21 09:43 am (UTC)(link)
"Is it?" He considers this. "Is that truly all you are, the guardian of a river, with no other sense of self? And who do you act for? Is it yourself?"

He keeps pace with the boat easily, remaining safely above the water, as do his trailing sleeves and robe, not a drop on them.

"Or perhaps it's for this Galaxia-sama. Who might she be? Yet another boring tyrant, I suppose. They all seem to be. Destroyers of worlds. Conquerers of worlds. Vanquishers of variation." He might be considered the same, or formerly so, but he has no love for tyrants now. The thought agitates him slightly, though his manner remains seemingly careless.
histrionic: (i've got so much wickedness and sin)

[personal profile] histrionic 2012-01-21 10:04 am (UTC)(link)
"Peace? A word that has so many meanings, all meaning has been stripped from it. The only absolute peace is nothingness. Is that what she brings? How fatally dull." He might be talking about himself, for that's what he'd tried to do. But then, he so often talks about himself.

He shakes his head. "No, I'm afraid that's what tyrants always say. Your Galaxia-sama needs to work on her patter, try for something more original. Who would believe such a charmless lie?" For a moment, his gaze is cold, fixed on her, but then his expression returns to its earlier careless mask.
histrionic: (Default)

[personal profile] histrionic 2012-01-21 07:23 pm (UTC)(link)
The anger doesn't bother Kuja. Nor do mentions of war and death, both things he's caused himself. Her statement has little emotional impact on him. He's more interested in this tyrant and her puppet.

"So is that all you are now, a guardian, a servant? Do you merely follow orders, fulfill your purpose? Have you nothing else in your life?"

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[personal profile] repudiate 2012-01-21 03:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Ange's not surprised to find herself in a boat by now, and even dinosaurs of all things don't seem to faze her enough to make her look surprised. Instead she looks a little on the bored side as she leans back, staring at the surroundings. Apparently she hasn't noticed yet what she's missing, but it's probably more that she doesn't care - even if she does keep cash under her clothes which is gone now, she never really found a use for it either way. ]

Dinosaurs, huh? Are you kidding me? [ Apparently she hasn't even really noticed Lethe yet. ]
repudiate: (in the hollows of my eyelids)

[personal profile] repudiate 2012-01-22 02:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There's brief surprise at the voice, her head snapping up but no other emotion shown about it on her expression, at least, before she looks away to stare at the dinosaurs again. ]

I think they gave it a name once at school, never bothered to remember it. But it's been million years since then for me.
repudiate: (snow white is stitching)

[personal profile] repudiate 2012-01-23 03:21 pm (UTC)(link)
So we're time travelling now in these dreams, huh?

[ She's fairly sure she's asleep, either way. ]

Great, it's almost turning into some sort of movie. Let's hope they don't attack us and have it become some sort of Jurassic Park-like situation, then.
repudiate: (and finally it seemed)

[personal profile] repudiate 2012-01-24 11:16 am (UTC)(link)
Of course, dreams aren't supposed to make sense. There's plenty of talk about how most of this dream stuff is all symbolic, after all.

[ hence why she could have seen this girl practically dying in one dream and be okay again here. ]

You don't come here often in your dreams?
repudiate: (and leave me the white)

[personal profile] repudiate 2012-01-24 12:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ it isn't like she recognizes much of that terminology, but she's at least good with just rolling with things as they come. ]

And what's the consequence for this place then, that its.. star seed was taken?
repudiate: (snow white is stitching)

[personal profile] repudiate 2012-01-24 03:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Stuck at the mercy of someone else's whims.. [ for a moment she pauses, and even though the topic is pretty heavy her glance shifts to the dinosaurs again and she makes a more lighter and casual remark out of it. ]

Poor dinosaurs. The meteor was probably a better fate.

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