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Meanwhile, the tourists have started to jabber amongst themselves, making odd gestures over their strange devices and pointing at just about everything.<br> <br>Mirana blinks a bit, a pat on the nose. Well, at least it was better than getting her ears and hair stroked on. She does though carefully take Cliff's hand in her own, giving it a slight shake. "Lady Mirana Solacious." She says, recovering her dignity as quickly as she can. "And notable creators? From which house would they hail from? Or which company?" She asks, not sure she'll understand the answer or not. Trying to be sure not to seem undo though, she leans in to give a whisper to Cliff, pulling back after. "Assuming this won't take weeks, or perhaps even all day, I'd enjoy taking you up on your offer Sir Hansen." She says, curtseying after.<br> <br>Natska raises her eyebrows, then grins. She sweeps her hat before her in a bow to Cliff Hansen, then carefully settles it back in place. "An honor, miss," she replies. "I am Natska, and I regularly accompany travelers on their journey to provide aid and protection; I would take a tour. I am sure Cassidy would want to, as well," she adds, to herself. Then she looks over at Ruby and flashes the coyote a grin. "Gods? Pff. No, they're Creators."<br> <br>Ruby gets taken aback by Cliff's comment about dressing in local fashion, her awe fading immediately. Wait... these were the Creators? Surely it couldn't be. "Oh, erm... sir 'Cliff Hansen'?" she calls out, probably using a tone a bit louder than necessary. "You do realize that the local fashion you're wearing... is the common dress for local women, right?" she asks, putting an emphasis on 'women'. "Not only that, but local /feminine/ women. I wouldn't be caught dead in a dress." she says, then looks down at the one she's wearing. "Except for right now, of course..." she shoots a look at Mirana. Looking over at Natska after that comment, she sighs. "Yes, I see that..."<br> <br>Rev stops a few feet short if the group of creators. The heavy clan sized wolf raises a brow as he listens to the tour guide speak. "Hmmm I suposse I have the time to accompany you all on your tour....Though quick question first. You do know that dress is for ballroom events, and are usually made to be worn by women right?" He days while staring down at the creator who he more or less towers over<br> <br>Cliff visibly pales under the onslaught of criticism toward his clothing. "EXPLICATIVE those EXPLICATIVE SCHOLARS," he mutters, then gives a withering glare at his machine as it translates. But when he turns back to his tour charges he is all smiles. "Of course it is!" he says, "But that is because on Jetstream Tours we strive to entertain! Isn't that right ladies and gentlemen?" | Meanwhile, the tourists have started to jabber amongst themselves, making odd gestures over their strange devices and pointing at just about everything.<br> <br>Mirana blinks a bit, a pat on the nose. Well, at least it was better than getting her ears and hair stroked on. She does though carefully take Cliff's hand in her own, giving it a slight shake. "Lady Mirana Solacious." She says, recovering her dignity as quickly as she can. "And notable creators? From which house would they hail from? Or which company?" She asks, not sure she'll understand the answer or not. Trying to be sure not to seem undo though, she leans in to give a whisper to Cliff, pulling back after. "Assuming this won't take weeks, or perhaps even all day, I'd enjoy taking you up on your offer Sir Hansen." She says, curtseying after.<br> <br>Natska raises her eyebrows, then grins. She sweeps her hat before her in a bow to Cliff Hansen, then carefully settles it back in place. "An honor, miss," she replies. "I am Natska, and I regularly accompany travelers on their journey to provide aid and protection; I would take a tour. I am sure Cassidy would want to, as well," she adds, to herself. Then she looks over at Ruby and flashes the coyote a grin. "Gods? Pff. No, they're Creators."<br> <br>Ruby gets taken aback by Cliff's comment about dressing in local fashion, her awe fading immediately. Wait... these were the Creators? Surely it couldn't be. "Oh, erm... sir 'Cliff Hansen'?" she calls out, probably using a tone a bit louder than necessary. "You do realize that the local fashion you're wearing... is the common dress for local women, right?" she asks, putting an emphasis on 'women'. "Not only that, but local /feminine/ women. I wouldn't be caught dead in a dress." she says, then looks down at the one she's wearing. "Except for right now, of course..." she shoots a look at Mirana. Looking over at Natska after that comment, she sighs. "Yes, I see that..."<br> <br>Rev stops a few feet short if the group of creators. The heavy clan sized wolf raises a brow as he listens to the tour guide speak. "Hmmm I suposse I have the time to accompany you all on your tour....Though quick question first. You do know that dress is for ballroom events, and are usually made to be worn by women right?" He days while staring down at the creator who he more or less towers over<br> <br>Cliff visibly pales under the onslaught of criticism toward his clothing. "EXPLICATIVE those EXPLICATIVE SCHOLARS," he mutters, then gives a withering glare at his machine as it translates. But when he turns back to his tour charges he is all smiles. "Of course it is!" he says, "But that is because on Jetstream Tours we strive to entertain! Isn't that right ladies and gentlemen?" | ||
| − | The small crowd of Creators all laugh and applaud, though the nearby beings can see that the man is sweating, and his shoulders slump in relief at his audience's reaction. "Let us begin the tour!" Cliff says, waving dramatically around at the tournament grounds. "This is the city of Firmament!" he says, "It is one of the largest settlements on PROMISE, though it is less than a tenth the size of even New New York Beta!" He points to the nearby city walls. "The wall around the city is meant to keep the more aggressive local fauna at bay," he says, "But I am told they are only active at night, so we are quite safe here." Waving again at the tournament ground Cliff continues. "This space is perpetually kept open in expectation of CREATOR visitors," he says, "Since the locals have no NO TRANSLATION of their own." | + | The small crowd of Creators all laugh and applaud, though the nearby beings can see that the man is sweating, and his shoulders slump in relief at his audience's reaction. "Let us begin the tour!" Cliff says, waving dramatically around at the tournament grounds. "This is the city of Firmament!" he says, "It is one of the largest settlements on PROMISE, though it is less than a tenth the size of even New New York Beta!" He points to the nearby city walls. "The wall around the city is meant to keep the more aggressive local fauna at bay," he says, "But I am told they are only active at night, so we are quite safe here." Waving again at the tournament ground Cliff continues. "This space is perpetually kept open in expectation of CREATOR visitors," he says, "Since the locals have no NO TRANSLATION of their own."<br> <br>Mirana takes a breath and listens to Cliff's untranslated swaring. She takes his hand again after a moment, patting it softly. She tries to imagine a moment not knowing anything about a place and then trying to fit into it. Maybe if she didn't read up about Thera'dor before visiting... "It is quite alright, and quite entertaining!" She says with a soft tone in her voice. She looks over to Ruby and giggles a bit, "Dear, everyone can make mistakes, and thank you for having that on today." She continues before looking over to Rev and Natska. "Surely this is but some fun that's being had." She continues, waiting a moment, curtseying again, and giving a slight poke to Cliff. Play along, besides, it was fun. "Now, where should we go Sir Hansen? But please, there are children and ladies present." She reminds.<br> <br>Natska's ears perk, and after a moment she blinks, her notched ear giving a little flick. "Oh goodness. I can't even imagine a city ten times Firmament's size. It must be a wonder of its own to behold," she comments. She smiles and rests her hands on her hips, not wanting to rush the tour guide.<br> <br>Ruby gawks a little from his swearing, giving the Creator announcer a look as well. Hearing Mirana mention children, she nods her head. "He's not even a year old yet, but still... watch your mouth." she says, frowning and cradling her pup. So far he's been quiet, eyes drawn to the others gathered in the area. Looking back at Mira though, she considers the vixen's words, eyes going downward briefly. "Yes, it's all in good fun... as long as you promise there won't be anymore swearing." she says with a smile, understanding Mira's reasons.<br> <br>Rev snickers at the human tour guides reaction as the poor man clewrly had been miss informed. He lightly taps the spesr he firmly grasps in his right hand as he glances over to his fellow locals, and gives a slight uncomitting shrug in response to Mirana. While he scratches his jaw with his other hand which has a buckler strapped above it to his forearm. "Well dress aside lead the way Sir hansen." The wolf says with a spark of amuesment in his eyes. Clearly showing he is interested in seeing just what else he may have been missinformed about.<br> <br>Cliff's smile grows a little strained as Mirana pokes at him. "Thank you, Lady," he says, remembering the title she gave herself when she introduced herself. He turns his attention back to the crowd of tourists. "Come along!" he says, "There is a lot to see and so little time!" |
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| + | The mob of Creators pouring through the city gates draws ample attention as beings of all kinds leave their work and play to gawk. This is not the first time that most have seen a Creator at this point, but even with the comings and goings of Parson and his people, they are still a rare sight. The Creators are nearly as enamored of the beings peeking from windows and stopping in the streets as the beings are of them! This must be the first city on the tour. | ||
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| + | A woman in the tour group raises a hand and babbles something to Cliff, the tour guide. "Ah yes!" Cliff says, his translator making his words comprehensible to the beings accompanying the group, "We are in the country of Sweetwater. They are ruled by a king with several advising noble houses. Like a CEO of one of your firms. Only he does not have to share!" There is a chuckle from the Creators. It is obvious that something was lost in translation. Cliff points at Mirana. "This charming lady is one of the local nobles," he says, "You can tell because she called herself 'LADY' that means female leader."<br> <br>Mirana blinks a bit more as they go along with them all. Well, she did identify herself as lady, so best to be playing the part. Just a day in court without the walls. Cliff at the very least understood her. She shuffles about with her locket a moment. Doesn't seem she'll get the chance to look at any creator devices just yet. Better to put on a good show. She looks over to Ruby and Natska before speaking, "Yes, Good King Good has been doing a fine job through both times of benefit and times of strife." She says. She'll keep corrections to Cliff's own presentation as silent as possible. "Here, we've got wonderful farm land, a good market, and are fairly centrally located between many other large, umm, settlements." Trying to mirror Cliff a bit. She falls back a bit though, standing next to Ruby.<br> <br>Natska saunters along with the tour group, smiling as she watches the Creators and listens to Cliff's spiel. She nods at his explanation, and Mirana's elaboration, then looks over (and up) at Rev. "Not every day you get to escort a tour of Creators, hm?" she asks, quietly, evidently enjoying herself.<br> <br>Ruby smiles wide from the acknowledgement of Mira's status, though the joke he tells to the other Creators causes her brows to furrow, rather confused by the joke. "How was that funny?" she asks Mira quietly. "Oh, you're welcome, also... I only agreed to wear it to look good for the Creators." she says to the vixen after she's done explaining, though her baby soon begins to cry and howl in her arms. Grimacing, she bounces him lightly, cooing. "Shhh, it's okay... come now, mommy's here..." she whimpers slightly herself, not liking the sound of her child crying.<br> <br>Running a bit late, fashionably so will be her excuse, Cassidy jaunts on up out of the sideground, dressed in her knee length black skirt and a red tailcoat, with her usual hat and mask. She falls right into step next to Natska as if she'd been there the whole time and takes a moment to dust off her suit with gloved hands. "Sorry I am let to the party."<br> <br>Rev moves through the group to walk along next to natska. Which he has to lean over a bit to whisper to her. "Yeah this is my first time actuslly seeing a creator in person, and I got to say. They are not exactly as impressive as people make them seem. They look kind of fragile, and a bit silly....." He trails of, and chuckles as he listens to the tourguide talk about Mirana. Before glancing over to the bewly arrived Cassidy who he gives a small wave of greating.<br> <br>Cliff leads the group toward Saint's Square before the church. "This is the Church of the Creators," he explains, "The locals are descendants of FLESHCRAFTED creations of CREATORS and many of them worship the SCHOLARS who created them." The tour guide points out the six statues of the Creator Saints. "The use of MACHINE SPIRITS is restricted to their priests here." He idly points out the beings accompanying the group. "These. . . uh. . . beings, probably could not even operate one of your Universal Tools without help." | ||
| + | The crowd of Creators murmur amongst themselves at this and one of the females even titters out a little laugh and asks a question. | ||
| + | "No," Cliff answers, "They do not. Though I have heard that they are able to perform certain MATHEMAGIC without the aid of MACHINE SPIRITS." He looks around at the gathered beings. | ||
Revision as of 23:07, 20 November 2014
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20/11/477
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It seems that the rumors streaming across the city were correct! A small Creator vessel, only the size of a house rather than a city, has landed in the tournament grounds and a group of Creators in their crisp, clean jumpsuits is milling around before it, talking excitedly to one another and doing inexplicable things with those odd little eggs so many of them seem to carry. One of them, apparently a leader of some sort is dressed in a parody of a ladies ballgown. Honestly, HE looks rather silly in it. "Everyone!" He calls, his voice echoing in the local vernacular from his own egg-tool, "Everyone! Welcome to the Jetstream Flash tour of the cities of PROMISE!"
Between kits and building plans, Mirana hadn't got out much at all. She needed som air. Eriene tending to her children, and with no pressing business this early afternoon, hearing of a creator landing, Mira decided she'd take up on heading to it. In a dress herself, she looks about. Jumpsuits, similar to what she'd been used to seeing them in, and more of those egg shaped machine spirits. A... Jetstream Flash Tour? Raising a gloved hand, she asks, "Pardon, but, what do you mean by a Jetstream Flash tour?"
Natska watches the ship for a few moments from the edge of the fields, the jaguar having been on her way back into the city after taking a job, wearing her black leather half-jacket and a nice scarf in the Solacious family colors. She adjusts the brim of her hat against the sun, and considers the group... although when she spots Mirana approaching them, she puts on an easy smile and wanders her way closer in to see what is up.
Following in right behind Mirana is a coyote female in a red dress, carrying a small infant in her arms. Starting out looking rather flustered and annoyed, the girl's eyes open wide at the sight of the Creator ship, as well as the Creators themselves. "These are our so-called gods?" she asks, having missed previous opportunities to see them up close. Cradling her child, she watches them move around in awe.
Rev arrives shortly after the others the large wolf is dressed in simple set of armor. He stops to take a look over the creators, and their vessel. Scratching his chin as he does so. "Hmmmmmmm so these are creators. I guess they look interesting enough."Though what's this about a jetstream flash tour." He muses as he continues on his approach if the creators.
"Oh! And here are some of the locals, now!" The male tour guide says, turning around carefully in his ballgown. They had not skimped on the costume, despite its incorrect application. He enthusiastically points out the clothing's authenticity in comparison with Mirana's own. "As you can see, I am wearing an article of local fashion," he says, waving a hand dramatically at the approaching females, "And there is no need to worry. The natives here are quite harmless and friendly. Many of the smaller ones even enjoy being held." The tour guide swishes over to Mirana, it is obvious that he has been practicing walking in skirts.
"I am Cliff Hansen," he says with a smile, gently patting Mira on the nose, "And I am leading a tour of notable CREATORS across your lovely world sponsored by the Jetstream Flash THEATER COMPANY." He looks around at the gathering beings. "You are all welcome to tag along, of course!"
Meanwhile, the tourists have started to jabber amongst themselves, making odd gestures over their strange devices and pointing at just about everything.
Mirana blinks a bit, a pat on the nose. Well, at least it was better than getting her ears and hair stroked on. She does though carefully take Cliff's hand in her own, giving it a slight shake. "Lady Mirana Solacious." She says, recovering her dignity as quickly as she can. "And notable creators? From which house would they hail from? Or which company?" She asks, not sure she'll understand the answer or not. Trying to be sure not to seem undo though, she leans in to give a whisper to Cliff, pulling back after. "Assuming this won't take weeks, or perhaps even all day, I'd enjoy taking you up on your offer Sir Hansen." She says, curtseying after.
Natska raises her eyebrows, then grins. She sweeps her hat before her in a bow to Cliff Hansen, then carefully settles it back in place. "An honor, miss," she replies. "I am Natska, and I regularly accompany travelers on their journey to provide aid and protection; I would take a tour. I am sure Cassidy would want to, as well," she adds, to herself. Then she looks over at Ruby and flashes the coyote a grin. "Gods? Pff. No, they're Creators."
Ruby gets taken aback by Cliff's comment about dressing in local fashion, her awe fading immediately. Wait... these were the Creators? Surely it couldn't be. "Oh, erm... sir 'Cliff Hansen'?" she calls out, probably using a tone a bit louder than necessary. "You do realize that the local fashion you're wearing... is the common dress for local women, right?" she asks, putting an emphasis on 'women'. "Not only that, but local /feminine/ women. I wouldn't be caught dead in a dress." she says, then looks down at the one she's wearing. "Except for right now, of course..." she shoots a look at Mirana. Looking over at Natska after that comment, she sighs. "Yes, I see that..."
Rev stops a few feet short if the group of creators. The heavy clan sized wolf raises a brow as he listens to the tour guide speak. "Hmmm I suposse I have the time to accompany you all on your tour....Though quick question first. You do know that dress is for ballroom events, and are usually made to be worn by women right?" He days while staring down at the creator who he more or less towers over
Cliff visibly pales under the onslaught of criticism toward his clothing. "EXPLICATIVE those EXPLICATIVE SCHOLARS," he mutters, then gives a withering glare at his machine as it translates. But when he turns back to his tour charges he is all smiles. "Of course it is!" he says, "But that is because on Jetstream Tours we strive to entertain! Isn't that right ladies and gentlemen?"
The small crowd of Creators all laugh and applaud, though the nearby beings can see that the man is sweating, and his shoulders slump in relief at his audience's reaction. "Let us begin the tour!" Cliff says, waving dramatically around at the tournament grounds. "This is the city of Firmament!" he says, "It is one of the largest settlements on PROMISE, though it is less than a tenth the size of even New New York Beta!" He points to the nearby city walls. "The wall around the city is meant to keep the more aggressive local fauna at bay," he says, "But I am told they are only active at night, so we are quite safe here." Waving again at the tournament ground Cliff continues. "This space is perpetually kept open in expectation of CREATOR visitors," he says, "Since the locals have no NO TRANSLATION of their own."
Mirana takes a breath and listens to Cliff's untranslated swaring. She takes his hand again after a moment, patting it softly. She tries to imagine a moment not knowing anything about a place and then trying to fit into it. Maybe if she didn't read up about Thera'dor before visiting... "It is quite alright, and quite entertaining!" She says with a soft tone in her voice. She looks over to Ruby and giggles a bit, "Dear, everyone can make mistakes, and thank you for having that on today." She continues before looking over to Rev and Natska. "Surely this is but some fun that's being had." She continues, waiting a moment, curtseying again, and giving a slight poke to Cliff. Play along, besides, it was fun. "Now, where should we go Sir Hansen? But please, there are children and ladies present." She reminds.
Natska's ears perk, and after a moment she blinks, her notched ear giving a little flick. "Oh goodness. I can't even imagine a city ten times Firmament's size. It must be a wonder of its own to behold," she comments. She smiles and rests her hands on her hips, not wanting to rush the tour guide.
Ruby gawks a little from his swearing, giving the Creator announcer a look as well. Hearing Mirana mention children, she nods her head. "He's not even a year old yet, but still... watch your mouth." she says, frowning and cradling her pup. So far he's been quiet, eyes drawn to the others gathered in the area. Looking back at Mira though, she considers the vixen's words, eyes going downward briefly. "Yes, it's all in good fun... as long as you promise there won't be anymore swearing." she says with a smile, understanding Mira's reasons.
Rev snickers at the human tour guides reaction as the poor man clewrly had been miss informed. He lightly taps the spesr he firmly grasps in his right hand as he glances over to his fellow locals, and gives a slight uncomitting shrug in response to Mirana. While he scratches his jaw with his other hand which has a buckler strapped above it to his forearm. "Well dress aside lead the way Sir hansen." The wolf says with a spark of amuesment in his eyes. Clearly showing he is interested in seeing just what else he may have been missinformed about.
Cliff's smile grows a little strained as Mirana pokes at him. "Thank you, Lady," he says, remembering the title she gave herself when she introduced herself. He turns his attention back to the crowd of tourists. "Come along!" he says, "There is a lot to see and so little time!"
The mob of Creators pouring through the city gates draws ample attention as beings of all kinds leave their work and play to gawk. This is not the first time that most have seen a Creator at this point, but even with the comings and goings of Parson and his people, they are still a rare sight. The Creators are nearly as enamored of the beings peeking from windows and stopping in the streets as the beings are of them! This must be the first city on the tour.
A woman in the tour group raises a hand and babbles something to Cliff, the tour guide. "Ah yes!" Cliff says, his translator making his words comprehensible to the beings accompanying the group, "We are in the country of Sweetwater. They are ruled by a king with several advising noble houses. Like a CEO of one of your firms. Only he does not have to share!" There is a chuckle from the Creators. It is obvious that something was lost in translation. Cliff points at Mirana. "This charming lady is one of the local nobles," he says, "You can tell because she called herself 'LADY' that means female leader."
Mirana blinks a bit more as they go along with them all. Well, she did identify herself as lady, so best to be playing the part. Just a day in court without the walls. Cliff at the very least understood her. She shuffles about with her locket a moment. Doesn't seem she'll get the chance to look at any creator devices just yet. Better to put on a good show. She looks over to Ruby and Natska before speaking, "Yes, Good King Good has been doing a fine job through both times of benefit and times of strife." She says. She'll keep corrections to Cliff's own presentation as silent as possible. "Here, we've got wonderful farm land, a good market, and are fairly centrally located between many other large, umm, settlements." Trying to mirror Cliff a bit. She falls back a bit though, standing next to Ruby.
Natska saunters along with the tour group, smiling as she watches the Creators and listens to Cliff's spiel. She nods at his explanation, and Mirana's elaboration, then looks over (and up) at Rev. "Not every day you get to escort a tour of Creators, hm?" she asks, quietly, evidently enjoying herself.
Ruby smiles wide from the acknowledgement of Mira's status, though the joke he tells to the other Creators causes her brows to furrow, rather confused by the joke. "How was that funny?" she asks Mira quietly. "Oh, you're welcome, also... I only agreed to wear it to look good for the Creators." she says to the vixen after she's done explaining, though her baby soon begins to cry and howl in her arms. Grimacing, she bounces him lightly, cooing. "Shhh, it's okay... come now, mommy's here..." she whimpers slightly herself, not liking the sound of her child crying.
Running a bit late, fashionably so will be her excuse, Cassidy jaunts on up out of the sideground, dressed in her knee length black skirt and a red tailcoat, with her usual hat and mask. She falls right into step next to Natska as if she'd been there the whole time and takes a moment to dust off her suit with gloved hands. "Sorry I am let to the party."
Rev moves through the group to walk along next to natska. Which he has to lean over a bit to whisper to her. "Yeah this is my first time actuslly seeing a creator in person, and I got to say. They are not exactly as impressive as people make them seem. They look kind of fragile, and a bit silly....." He trails of, and chuckles as he listens to the tourguide talk about Mirana. Before glancing over to the bewly arrived Cassidy who he gives a small wave of greating.
Cliff leads the group toward Saint's Square before the church. "This is the Church of the Creators," he explains, "The locals are descendants of FLESHCRAFTED creations of CREATORS and many of them worship the SCHOLARS who created them." The tour guide points out the six statues of the Creator Saints. "The use of MACHINE SPIRITS is restricted to their priests here." He idly points out the beings accompanying the group. "These. . . uh. . . beings, probably could not even operate one of your Universal Tools without help."
The crowd of Creators murmur amongst themselves at this and one of the females even titters out a little laugh and asks a question.
"No," Cliff answers, "They do not. Though I have heard that they are able to perform certain MATHEMAGIC without the aid of MACHINE SPIRITS." He looks around at the gathered beings.
