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traveler ([personal profile] chirpchirp) wrote2013-02-17 11:08 pm

♪3 written | action

[it's been learning and it has learned how to do one very important thing. the traveler draws an image on the journal for everyone to see since it seems appropriate, what with how everyone is acting.]




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[since it can only answer the journal by stepping on it, the traveler is going to be out and following after people it thinks is interesting.

which is pretty much everyone in the village. it's curious as to why suddenly everyone is trying to find Others with such vehemence, so when it sees someone, it will run after them to follow them. maybe they can give it a clue as to what is going on.
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[personal profile] descrier 2013-03-10 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ She smoothly strides beside the traveler toward the welcome center; she hasn't visited it very often since she's arrive, but she knows that it is not entirely hard to find. After all, navigating Luceti's village is nothing like navigating the streets of NYC from back home.

They promptly reach the area as she slowly leads him toward the building, taking a moment to glance at it, before they reach the confines of the memorial garden. ]


You seem to enjoy flowers. [ She stands still as she motions toward the brilliant color of plants that have seemingly survived the winter, but nonetheless do not look as barren as a northeastern garden would, littered over memorials of past inhabitants and ones who have yet to — or perhaps never may — arrive. ]
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[personal profile] descrier 2013-03-14 12:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She points to the names etched it stone — all unrecognizable to her — hidden amongst the flowers. ]

From what I can gather, this is a memorial garden. Flowers are either a token of love and friendship or of grief and remembrance. [ She remembers when the Cancer Man brought her flowers, as if it were some condolence after all her put her through — to figure, no one would ever mourn for a pawn like her — but she pushes away the memory as if it were nothing but a fly buzzing around. ] The flowers here seem to be for those who have either arrived to Luceti and have left, or those who are still in their world from home and have not yet been taken by the Malnosso.
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[personal profile] descrier 2013-03-15 01:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Silently, she watches the traveler, her expression unchanging. Marita's dealt with alien viruses wreaking havoc on her immune system, she's seen faceless alien rebels, witnessed the first alien-human hybrid, she's seen the most beautiful parts of Russia and the most broken, but nothing has been as interesting to her as this seemingly peaceful creature who communicates in song to objects both human and inhuman.

She sits on a bench and places the potted orchid beside her, then rests her hands in her lap. ]


I'm not quite sure I entirely understand. [ She pauses and recognizes the vitality of her orchid compared to a handful of the wilted flowers in the garden. ] Not many plants tend to live throughout winter, due to the freezing temperatures... the cold soil freezes the roots and the flowers themselves wilt and die, but they always return once there is warmer weather.

[ She motions to a patch of green stems rising from the ground, the flowers buds not yet growing. She is not a botanist by any means, but she seems to have a fondness for flowers and gardens regardless. ] Daffodils are fairly common, but the flowers don't bloom until early March. Whereas some plants may not bloom until early or late summer.
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[personal profile] descrier 2013-03-17 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ Thankfully, her career as a diplomat has told her that even though the translation of words become mixed, there is always a way to communicate regardless. She seems to effortlessly move on with dialogue, as if she were speaking to co-worker or passenger on the train. ]

It takes some time... but they eventually bloom. [ She refers to the orchid, pointing at the stem, then gradually reaching the flower itself. ] Into a flower.
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[personal profile] descrier 2013-03-21 03:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Marita blinks morosely watching the creature flop onto the ground to, what she assumes, chirp at the newly growing stalks. She doesn't seem all that entirely confused about it, but wonders what it must look like to an outsider. ]

They usually take awhile to fully bloom... depending on how early or late into the season it is.
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[personal profile] descrier 2013-03-24 03:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Marita looks around, wondering if the aria has gained any attention from others passing by, but it seems that it's just the two of them in this garden currently. It's voice seems to have a sort of gentle power to it's surroundings, one she does not understand entirely.

She looks from the dissipated snow, to the flowers, to the traveler. ]


Those symbols— [ She motions above the traveler's head where the rune was moments before. ] —what do they signify?
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[personal profile] descrier 2013-03-27 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ Marita does not move from her spot at first, watching the creature recreate the symbols — ones she has seen and ones that she has not — before she arises from her spot on the bench. Her eyes travel across the strange patterns, alien in their ways, and falls to the one that the traveler is motioning to: the one that was seen moments before. ]

Do these translate into the sounds you make...? [ She pauses for a moment, possibly pondering a way to explain this clearer due to the language barrier. Marita points at the runes, then to her mouth.

Then, she crouches down to write something in the snow with her finger: 'flower.' She points to the word, then back to her mouth. ]
Flower.
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[personal profile] descrier 2013-03-28 12:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ She points to the word, then to the orchid sitting on the bench not far from where they stand. ]

Flower. [ The way she uses the word is almost a sort of sign itself; she elongates the o and shortens the w, as if the word itself holds some sort of power. ]
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[personal profile] descrier 2013-04-01 07:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Marita is enthralled by it's excitement and listens to it repeat the word in it's own language; she wonders if it's capable in learning the distinguished names between flowers. Situating herself, she heads over to the slightly barren forsythia plant where the buds of flowers have yet to bloom.

Leaning down to write in the snow once more, she spells the word 'forsythia'. ]
They're called flowers, but each of them have distinguished names... [ She stands out, smoothing out her skirt, and motions to the large mangle of branches that will soon bloom once Luceti becomes warmer. ] These are forsythia.
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[personal profile] descrier 2013-04-05 07:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It seems confused, but she supposes while "flowers" are universal, that the types of flowers where the traveler must be from are quite different. She calmly shakes her head. ]

That's a different kind of flower. I'm not sure which kind, though... [ She walks back over to the bench where the orchid is sitting, she motions to it. ] This is an orchid.

[ Then, she motions to the forsythia again. ] It's dissimilar to the forsythia.
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[personal profile] descrier 2013-04-24 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ Marita shakes her head once again, mulling over a way to express this more simply. ]

Different. [ She looks around her for guidance, but finding none, she motions for the traveler to come over to where she's standing. ]