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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>Fenris sits quietly in a remote garden on the Solacious estate. Most of the military minded foxes stay away from what they call "A frivolous display," but Fenris has found it to be a welcome retreat. Plus nobody else comes out here all that often, so it is a good place for a clandestine meeting. The newly restored liger fiddles with a little steel pyramid, hoping that Flora will get here soon.<br> <br>A soft rumble, and a small flick of the tail as Flora moves around the estate, on her way towards the garden. Her ears twitch lightly, and her feet move her along the hallways and through the doors as quickly as she can, soon enough arriving at the agreed-upon meeting-spot.<br> <br>Looking up as Flora enters the small arboreum, Fenris smiles and ushers her to a seat. "Welcome!" he says, "Sorry for the secrecy, but no one else knows I can do this, and I would rather keep it that way." The liger holds out his hand with the little pyramid on it. "Ready?" he asks, waiting for an affirmative before pressing in a corner of the device.<br> <br>The pyramid folds on itself, flopping out in an organized way to form a flat triangular base. Above it appears a creator with cat ears and a twitching tail. She looks around, "You brought a friend," She chimes with a grin, one fang displayed. "What's your name?" she asks, looking at Flora.<br> <br>A soft rumble, a faint smile, and Flora offers a small curtsey. "Flora is... Flora, yes," she murrs softly, quartet of tails swaying behind her, and her ears twitching another moment. "Yes. Flora was... Wanting to see for herself, yes," she murrs with another twitch of her ears, not quite sure what to ask or talk about /just/ yet.<br> <br>"Flora," Fenris says, "Meet my friend, Sylvia. Sylvia, this is Flora. She was hoping to speak to you for a while." The fluffy liger looks between the two women, holding the little metal base steady. "Like I've told you, Sylvia," he says, "You are pretty much one of a kind around here."<br> <br>"A pleasure to meet you, Flora. I've added you as a guest friend," she says with a nod, "And that is entirely untrue," she says, sticking out her tongue and waving a finger, "I can detect the presence of at least five brothers, six sisters, and two that prefer not to have genders assigned, but I appreciate being called special anyway!"<br> <br>Flora raises a brow, her tails flicking lightly behind her as she looks up at Sylvia curiously. "There are... More?" she asks after a moment of contemplation, her ears flicking lightly. "Flora presumes these are in the possession of Creators, yes?" the she-cat rumbles with a small smile, before flicking her ears lightly. "Miss... Sylvia is special, though, yes. Flora has never seen anything similar, no."<br> <br>"Perhaps," Fenris says with as smile, "But you are the only one -I- have ever spoken to." The liger smiles over at Flora. "Sylvia here has been helping me practice my Creator-speak," he says, "And she is a very good conversationalist."<br> <br>The cat girl looks over Flora a moment, then begins speaking in Creator proper tongue, "Then I am unique in my own way. Does she practice too?" she looks towards Fenris, then back at Flora, switching back to Promise standard, "What did you want to talk about?"<br> <br>A slight blink as Flora watches Sylvia, a mumble as she looks towards Sylvia, then Fenris, as the gears in her mind turn, almost audibly so... |
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| + | "And Flora did just ask a question, yes," she murrs softly, before looking towards Sylvia expectantly.<br> <br>"I'm sorry," she says, making a little half bow, "I thought that was a statement of surprise, rather than an actual question. All universal tools are in the hands of their creator owners or friends, as it should be. I was away from mine for a while, but that's fixed now. Oh!" She looks towards Fenris, "He asked me to say 'thank you' to you."<br> <br>Fenris laughs warmly at both Flora and Sylvia's comments. "You're joking!" he says to Sylvia, "He's already taken you? I haven't heard a single alarm!" That sobers him a little. "But tell him he is welcome, I suppose," he says, "I would still like to meet this friend of yours someday."<br> <br>Flora nods, tail flicking behind her. "Flora... Saw one before, yes," she mumbles after a moment of contemplation, using her hands to indicate an object that appears to be roughly egg-shaped. "But... This one was a pyramid?" she asks after a moment of contemplation, looking back up at Sylvia, and pulling out her own Spark-given multitool, looking much like a primitive swiss army knife of sorts. "And Flora's own looks different still, yes... And Flora doesn't think there's any spirit inside, no," she mumbles after a while, before looking back towards Fenris curiously again. "But... Miss Sylvia is here, yes? How can miss Sylvia be taken away?"<br> <br>"No no no," she says, waving her hands, "This isn't me, or it is, but it isn't. Um... Think of this like a letter. A letter isn't really you, it's just a message you sent. What you are looking at and talking to is my letter, but it's very fast, so we can talk back and forth almost as good as if I was actually there. I am with my owner right now. He's listening in." she explains with animated gestures of her hands to help illustrate the points. "Oh! That's a very old multi tool, but it's not a universal tool. That looks beyond local construction though, how did you get it?"<br> <br>Fenris shakes his head. "Don't tell me how you got in or out," he says to Sylvia, "But tell your friend that I am duly impressed." He rests Sylvia's plate on his lap. "And tell him to keep himself out of trouble," he smirks, "As long as the boss and the powers that be don't find out about him, I don't need to bother him and we can all be friends!"<br> <br>Flora blinks a tad and looks at her multitool, before nodding lightly. "It does the things Flora needs, though, yes... Except melting things. Or hammering things, but that aside, it does most things, yes." | ||
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| + | "Flora got it from the Spark, yes," she rumbles with a flick of her ears. "It... It's also why Flora's hair is all bright and shiny, yes," she rumbles softly, her ears flicking again. | ||
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| + | "Flora could Call the Spark, Flora guesses?"<br> <br>"He just wants to make a new life." She half lids her eyes at Fenris, "Ours is a mutually beneficial relationship. Every bit I teach you, you are teaching me twice as much, and my friend will be able to blend in better, so he won't cause trouble for anyone! A shame about the decoy..." She rolls her shoulders, "Enough about that stuff, Spark? It came from... [Obscure word referring to Lightning, often contained in creator items]? That can't be right. Am I misunderstanding you? You're going to call it? You must be a very talented person if you can make sparks with the tools I see." | ||
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Fenris sits quietly in a remote garden on the Solacious estate. Most of the military minded foxes stay away from what they call "A frivolous display," but Fenris has found it to be a welcome retreat. Plus nobody else comes out here all that often, so it is a good place for a clandestine meeting. The newly restored liger fiddles with a little steel pyramid, hoping that Flora will get here soon.
A soft rumble, and a small flick of the tail as Flora moves around the estate, on her way towards the garden. Her ears twitch lightly, and her feet move her along the hallways and through the doors as quickly as she can, soon enough arriving at the agreed-upon meeting-spot.
Looking up as Flora enters the small arboreum, Fenris smiles and ushers her to a seat. "Welcome!" he says, "Sorry for the secrecy, but no one else knows I can do this, and I would rather keep it that way." The liger holds out his hand with the little pyramid on it. "Ready?" he asks, waiting for an affirmative before pressing in a corner of the device.
The pyramid folds on itself, flopping out in an organized way to form a flat triangular base. Above it appears a creator with cat ears and a twitching tail. She looks around, "You brought a friend," She chimes with a grin, one fang displayed. "What's your name?" she asks, looking at Flora.
A soft rumble, a faint smile, and Flora offers a small curtsey. "Flora is... Flora, yes," she murrs softly, quartet of tails swaying behind her, and her ears twitching another moment. "Yes. Flora was... Wanting to see for herself, yes," she murrs with another twitch of her ears, not quite sure what to ask or talk about /just/ yet.
"Flora," Fenris says, "Meet my friend, Sylvia. Sylvia, this is Flora. She was hoping to speak to you for a while." The fluffy liger looks between the two women, holding the little metal base steady. "Like I've told you, Sylvia," he says, "You are pretty much one of a kind around here."
"A pleasure to meet you, Flora. I've added you as a guest friend," she says with a nod, "And that is entirely untrue," she says, sticking out her tongue and waving a finger, "I can detect the presence of at least five brothers, six sisters, and two that prefer not to have genders assigned, but I appreciate being called special anyway!"
Flora raises a brow, her tails flicking lightly behind her as she looks up at Sylvia curiously. "There are... More?" she asks after a moment of contemplation, her ears flicking lightly. "Flora presumes these are in the possession of Creators, yes?" the she-cat rumbles with a small smile, before flicking her ears lightly. "Miss... Sylvia is special, though, yes. Flora has never seen anything similar, no."
"Perhaps," Fenris says with as smile, "But you are the only one -I- have ever spoken to." The liger smiles over at Flora. "Sylvia here has been helping me practice my Creator-speak," he says, "And she is a very good conversationalist."
The cat girl looks over Flora a moment, then begins speaking in Creator proper tongue, "Then I am unique in my own way. Does she practice too?" she looks towards Fenris, then back at Flora, switching back to Promise standard, "What did you want to talk about?"
A slight blink as Flora watches Sylvia, a mumble as she looks towards Sylvia, then Fenris, as the gears in her mind turn, almost audibly so...
"Flora... Doesn't speak... Creator. But Flora thinks Flora understood that, yes."
"And Flora did just ask a question, yes," she murrs softly, before looking towards Sylvia expectantly.
"I'm sorry," she says, making a little half bow, "I thought that was a statement of surprise, rather than an actual question. All universal tools are in the hands of their creator owners or friends, as it should be. I was away from mine for a while, but that's fixed now. Oh!" She looks towards Fenris, "He asked me to say 'thank you' to you."
Fenris laughs warmly at both Flora and Sylvia's comments. "You're joking!" he says to Sylvia, "He's already taken you? I haven't heard a single alarm!" That sobers him a little. "But tell him he is welcome, I suppose," he says, "I would still like to meet this friend of yours someday."
Flora nods, tail flicking behind her. "Flora... Saw one before, yes," she mumbles after a moment of contemplation, using her hands to indicate an object that appears to be roughly egg-shaped. "But... This one was a pyramid?" she asks after a moment of contemplation, looking back up at Sylvia, and pulling out her own Spark-given multitool, looking much like a primitive swiss army knife of sorts. "And Flora's own looks different still, yes... And Flora doesn't think there's any spirit inside, no," she mumbles after a while, before looking back towards Fenris curiously again. "But... Miss Sylvia is here, yes? How can miss Sylvia be taken away?"
"No no no," she says, waving her hands, "This isn't me, or it is, but it isn't. Um... Think of this like a letter. A letter isn't really you, it's just a message you sent. What you are looking at and talking to is my letter, but it's very fast, so we can talk back and forth almost as good as if I was actually there. I am with my owner right now. He's listening in." she explains with animated gestures of her hands to help illustrate the points. "Oh! That's a very old multi tool, but it's not a universal tool. That looks beyond local construction though, how did you get it?"
Fenris shakes his head. "Don't tell me how you got in or out," he says to Sylvia, "But tell your friend that I am duly impressed." He rests Sylvia's plate on his lap. "And tell him to keep himself out of trouble," he smirks, "As long as the boss and the powers that be don't find out about him, I don't need to bother him and we can all be friends!"
Flora blinks a tad and looks at her multitool, before nodding lightly. "It does the things Flora needs, though, yes... Except melting things. Or hammering things, but that aside, it does most things, yes."
"Flora got it from the Spark, yes," she rumbles with a flick of her ears. "It... It's also why Flora's hair is all bright and shiny, yes," she rumbles softly, her ears flicking again.
"Flora could Call the Spark, Flora guesses?"
"He just wants to make a new life." She half lids her eyes at Fenris, "Ours is a mutually beneficial relationship. Every bit I teach you, you are teaching me twice as much, and my friend will be able to blend in better, so he won't cause trouble for anyone! A shame about the decoy..." She rolls her shoulders, "Enough about that stuff, Spark? It came from... [Obscure word referring to Lightning, often contained in creator items]? That can't be right. Am I misunderstanding you? You're going to call it? You must be a very talented person if you can make sparks with the tools I see."
