Space Tours - RPLOG
Participants
Date
20/11/477
Log
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.
Mirana smiles as Cassidy joins them, "Cousin, it is good to see you." She says, looking back to Natska, shaking her head, "Well, maybe we will be able to see them more often? Wouldn't it be interesting to have tours like this seasonally?" She asks. Listening to the device translating for them all, she is quite aware that some of the words aren't being translated right, aware of a few of them in the regular speech, but when talk of using mathemagics comes up, the many tailed vixen decides to put on a bit more of a show. It was impressive to Bite at least when she did it for her. Tracing some outlines in the air, a faint glow to her eyes, forgoing her staff for now. A flame in her hands, tossed back and forth for a moment, before clasping both hands over it, blowing into her hands, exhausting the flame, and using the smoke to write out her name. Impractical, but showy. That bit done, she leans over to Ruby a bit, helping to comfort the child, "There there, I know, it is a busy day, but you are alright..." she coos to him along with Ruby.
Natska grins happily as she sees Cassidy approaching; she nods her head and tips her hat towards her love. "Lady Cassidy," she greets. "Would you care to join us? We are escorting sir Cliff and his Creator-nobles on a little tour." Trusting that she had given Cass enough hints on what was going on, she beckons Rev to lean closer, whispers something to him, and then gives Mira a stern look.
Mirana's display of magic fascinates the poor crying child only briefly, before he starts to howl again even as the vixen writes her name in the smoke. "You're getting so good at that magic... tossing flames about." she smiles to Mira, still bouncing her baby a bit. As Mira leans in to help, Ruby holds the baby towards her a bit, but he still cries. "Oh, it's not working... He isn't stinky, I think he's hungry." she says, biting her lip in frustration.
Cassidy offers a polite nod to Mirana and Rev before smiling under her mask. "Nice to see you, too." Her brows raise at Natska's words before she fights back a giggle. "Why yes, I think I'll be joining. I was planning to anyway," she says, wrapping an arm around Natska and pulling herself close enough to whisper something to the jaguar's other side.
Rev rolls his eyes at the giggling of the creators, and shakes his head. "I get the feeling they are laughing st us." He mutters before leaning into listen to what natska has to say, and nods. "Hmmmm still they sre not exactly what one would expect them to be after hearing the stories." He says while watching Mirana display her skill in magic. The large wolf briefly debstes doing a littke showing off himself. But in the end decides against it atkeast for the moment.
There is a murmur of appreciation from the crowd of Creators at Mirana's display. Cliff spreads his arms wide and gives the group a glowing smile. "See!" he exclaims, "Aren't they amazing?" The tour guide claps his hands and leads the tour through the main concourse toward the Academy, talking as he goes. "This is the Sweetwater Academy," he says, "It is one of the smaller academies here on PROMISE. This is where the locals study local history, politics, MATHEMAGIC and architecture. We have found that most of the natives here have difficulty grasping mathematical concepts, and they do not study it, though I am told that their ALCHEMISTS have recently made strides toward some primitive LIGHT PICTURES."
One of the Creators, one of the larger men, seems curious about the crying child and has wandered from the main group to peer over Ruby's shoulder.
Mirana gives a quick curtsey before looking over to Natska and Cassidy. She didn't much like the look that she was getting, but had better things to tend to. "Please, do pardon us." She says, then notices one of the large men looking over Ruby's shoulder, "We've an important matter to tend to, it shouldn't be long." She says, looking over to Rev a moment. "Cassidy sweetie, would you please help Sir Hansen with showing off our wonderful city?" She asks. Another pardon as she grips Ruby's shoulder to move her inside the acadamy proper to tend to things.
Natska slips her arm around Cassidy's shoulders in turn and gives her fennec a gentle nuzzle, trying to not dislodge her hat or her mask, murmuring something in return. She nods her head again at Cliff's words about their academy, her ear flicking again, but remains quiet; she does give Mirana a small smile as she moves off with Ruby, and then her attention returns to the tour.
Ruby shies away from the Creator behind her, giving him a concerned look. "You'll scare him..." she says, unsure if the man will understand her. However, as Mirana takes hold of her arm and guides her and her crying child into the academy, where things are indeed tended to right proper.
Cassidy gives a little grin in response to the affections and nods. "I see," she says in reply, more loudly this time. "Well! We'll see if that has any impact. I'm just here to see what's going on and to partake in the activities! I was kind of bored today."
Rev raises a brow when he catches Mirana glancing his way albeit briefly. However his attention quickly returns in full to the group tour. Though he only vafuely listens to what cliff has to say about the academy. As he doesnt exactly spend much time therr himself, nir does he uave that much of an interest in doing so.
Coming out of the academy is a plant being dressed in a body-covering heavy cloak. As soon as he is outside, Rokarion notices the creators? gawking around. The young plant being raises a petaled eyebrow for a minute before moving close towards the group, surprised to see creators here and curious as well. The jasmine decides not to regard the strange attire of the clearly male Creator, and greets the group with a short bow, the double-blososm of hair on his head wafting his aroma around, "Greetings noble Creators. May I ask what is going around here?" he said in his usual serene and polite tone.
The Creator that showed an interest in Ruby and her child quickly backs off, rejoining the crowd as they all shuffle off back toward the main concourse. Cliff actually seems a little relieved when Mirana leaves his side.
"This way everyone!" Cliff says, "Tour is moving on!" He starts toward the open market. "Next we will see the market place," he says to his followers, "I would ask that you not stray too far from the group, but I have provided each of you with a small amount of local currency if you wish to spend it here. The food should be safe, but we recommend you buy something hot." The ball gown clad tour guide produces a few coins and holds them up. "A meal should cost no more than five small coins!" he says, holding up a scepter for the people to see, "They are called scepters and the large coins are called Crowns. Keep in mind that one scepter is the local equivalent of CREATOR MONEY."
With that, the chatting Creators start to spread out just a little, exploring the shops and tents in the near side of the market. A number of them find their way to a little cart manned by some kind of fat raccoon. It seems that none of the tourists have prepared translators, so they are making purchases with crude signing and pointing.
Cliff, relieved of his duty as guide for the moment, finds a bench and carefully sits down. He must have really been practicing with that dress. He does not seem too concerned about losing any of his charges. Or of pickpockets. Does he not know?
Mirana returns shortly after, having tended to Ruby and Avienus. She smiles over to the resting Cliff before looking around. "Ruby, let's grab some lunch ourselves." She says, walking over to the cart the raccoon tends. She looks curiously at him a moment. "What would you suggest today?" She asks, reaching into a belt pouch to take out some scepters of her own. She looks over to Roka, wondering just a moment.
Natska waves at Rokarion as the plant approaches them. "They are touring our fine city," she answers cheerfully, before she follows the group as they head for the market. "It has been quite interesting!" In the marketplace she watches as the Creators begin to disperse, giving Cassidy another small hug. "HMmmm. I think..." she moves a little closer to Cliff's bench and gives him a grin. "So you are a professional entertainer?" she asks, tone curious. "What does that entail? Here on Promise we have bards that dance and sing and tell stories; is it similar?"
Ruby huffs lightly as she returns with Mira, but then smiles at the vixen. "Thanks." she mumbles, carrying her child still. This time, he seems much quieter, and more interested in the world around them. The coyote girl follows Mirana up to the stand with the raccoon, watchin the Creators try to communicate with the shop owners. "It must be hard..." she says, attention returning to the raccoon. "I'll get what she's having." she tells him, producing some scepters as well. While waiting for the raccoon to answer and Mira to order, she glances over towards Cliff, feeling sorry that he got tricked by his own peers back home.
Cassidy glances around as the group starts to disperse and sets her hands in her tailcoat pockets. "Well." When Natska moves off to converse with the guide, she's right at her heels, offering a tip of the hat to the guide. "Interesting choice of fashion you wear, mister."
Rev scratches his chin thoughtfully before approaching the tourguide. "You may want to mention to you charges that they should keep an eye out for pickpockets." He says as he stares down at cliff with his gold flecked red-orange eyes. He then looks about for a moment as he mulls over an idea in his head. And upont nodding to himself the large wolf begins to shed his current form for that of one of the sleek, and attractive policing force known as the Kirin. Then proceeds to patrol the sections of the market the tourists have spread through out.
Rokarion nods towards Natska, having nothing else to do the plant decides to follow after the group. Rokarion stops as the group reaches the market and the creators begin spreading. Looking around, the jasmine notices only one thing. A prime scene waiting for an artist to capture it. With some movement under his cloak, Rokarion produces his trusty sketch book and two LongTech(TM) pens, raising his hand and putting one of them inbetween a couple of the petals of his inner-flower and using the other to draw lines on his sketchbook, after all it is not everyday that you get a group of creators moving around the market now do you?
Not a Raccoon after all. The food vendor seems to be a tanuki, if the words "TANUKI EXPRESS," painted on his cart are a reliable indicator. "Dumplings or a cup of noodles for two scepters each, M'Lady," he says with a smile as he dishes up food for the curious Creators, "Or I have spring rolls and rangoons for three scepters each!" While Creators at other stalls seem to be having trouble getting their meaning across, the hefty canine seems to have no trouble at all understanding the confusing speech and miming, passing out little paper trays and pointing out the sauces in cups at the end of the cart. "Help yourself to sauces," he says, pointing them out, "Sweet, Salty, Sour."
Cliff looks forlornly up from his ballroom finery. "I'm an APPRENTICE, actually," he says now that his charges are off on their own, "This is my first solo assignment." He shifts around uncomfortably in his dress. "I thought something was fishy when they told me I had to wear this," he says, then gives a sheepish smile, "It does not really fit right." He waves at the bust line. "I don't know if it was a prank or if they just EXPLICATIVE up," he says before turning his attention to Rev. "Thieves should not be a problem," he says, "No one is carrying more than a few crowns and their universal tool." He points at his own egg shaped device floating at his shoulder. "And if you have pickpockets here that can steal one of these, they can keep it!" He does give a violent start when Rev suddenly changes shape. "The EXPlICATIVE was that!?" he cries, drawing looks from his oblivious tour members, who did not see it happen. He looks rather stunned and gapes after the Kirin. "You can't ALL do that, can you?" he asks.
A pair of Creators, a man and a woman notice Rokarion drawing and walk over to look. The female tugs at her companion's sleeve at quietly asks him a question. The man shrugs and walks over to the flower being. "You?" the man hesitates, pointing at Rokarion, "Uh, Draw?" He points at the sketching, "Us?" he points at himself.
Mirana thinks for a moment then says, "A few of the dumplings please, 2 each, and a few for Ruby here as well." She says, looking at the different dipping things. Looking over her shoulder to Cliff and Rev, she shakes her head, fanning out her four tails a moment before just quietly eating. For now, just taking it all in as she watches. "This could be an interesting thing Ruby dear, if creators do visit like this." She mentions. "Though, got a lot of work left to do. Need to finish up the building on our own healers guild." She mentions.
Natska gives Cliff a consoling smile and pats him on the shoulder. "Ahh. So pranking the new guy happens everywhere. If it helps, Cliff, you handled it gracefully." Her ears perk at his outburst and her attention moves to Rev as well; her ears flatten for a moment, and then she shakes her head. "Mmm, no. Certainly not! I think Rev is the only kirin that I know," she says, attempting to keep her tone reassuring. "He is just looking out for your guests."
Ruby nods her head in agreement with Mira's ordering of the dumplings, handing over any sceptors as necessary. "Thank you." she says, sitting next to Mira to eat her own food. After she finishes, she tickles at her baby's belly, smiling down to him in her lap. "I hope we'll be able to communicate with them sometime soon. If you need any help building, you know you can ask me. I'll do what I can, when I'm not taking care of Avienus." she offers, giggling softly. "When he's not bawling, he's cute..."
Cassidy tilts her head to the side and reaches up to remove her mask. "Yes, we beings tend to do that, too. We are not so different in mannerisms, you know. We are very much the 'children of our parents' as it were," she says with a little grin. "And yes, you were definitely messed with. You're wearing a dress. I don't know how they actually managed to trick you into thinking a lady's ballgown was proper attire."
Rev chuckles softly to himself when he hears the apprentice tour guides words of surprise. And keeps his patrol making his pressence known to any possible unsavory types in the area. Before returning to where he started his patrol of the market. Where he approaches cliff to ask. "So you were not told of us Kirin?"
Rokarion looked at the two creators for a minute before nodding his head gently, accidently dropping the pen inserted between his head petals but thankfully catching it before it fell on the ground. Assuming that the Creators have taken a proper pose, the plant being would take a couple of steps backward and flip a new page. A sense of artistic pride made Rokarion slip his hand again inside his cloak before producing two other, differently colored pens, holding one in his mouth and another hanged on his 'earleaf'. No second later, the jasmine began working with gusto, alternating between the four pens as he worked. After some time, most likely taking up all the lunch break, Rokarion grabbed his pens and slipped them back under his cloak before tearing off the page of thick canvas carefully and giving it to the creator pair. The picture was fantastically drawn, Rokarion using a colour for the pair's flesh and a different one for their clothes, he even drew the background behind the pair, showing a couple of stales manned by beings with customers and one or two creator tourists around it.
The tanuki food vendor nods and dishes out food to all comers, smiling and accepting payment, which he drops carefully into a slot in a lock box between his belly and the cart. He passes a little paper tray of dumplings to Mirana and Ruby. "Thank you, M'Lady," he says with a contented smile as he goes back to serving the Creators, chattering amiably with them as if he understood their gabbling. "Oh, yes sir," he says, "I know I look like a raccoon, Sir. No Ma'am I am not pregnant." He's probably just making things up.
Cliff shakes his head at Rev. "That kind of FLESHCRAFTING is completely illegal," he says, "And as you can tell, I don't really know a lot about PROMISE. Just some basics for entertaining my passengers." He shrugs his shoulders, puffy sleeves and all. "I am more of a glorified driver than a real guide," he admits. The man looks over at his charges, many of whom are now carrying little trays of dumplings and cups of noodles. "Ten more minutes, ladies and gentlemen!" he calls out.
The man and woman are thrilled by Rokarion's drawing and the man holds out his little pouch of crowns to the plant being while the woman gives him what she thinks is a formal thank you by patting him gently on the head.
Mirana looks to Cliff again, as Natska and Cassidy explain. Well, she knew a lot of was going on on Promise was illegal by current creator laws. Looking to Roka though, she sets her food aside, acting like she was patting herself on the head a moment, then, uses her other hand, grips it, brings it level with her chest and acts like she gives herself a hand shake. Change that one creator at a time if needed. "I know I can count on you dear, just, with three kits time isn't on my side. Thankful that Eriene can take care of them from time to time."
Natska sighs, and rubs at her short muzzle. Not everyone could be Gifted with feline cunning, after all... or a fox's. She leans against Cassidy and her fingers gently rub at her love's shoulders, and she looks up at Rev and then back at Cliff. "Mmmn. All I know is that the kirins work closely with the Church, the certified and trained adherants of Creator Law and those entrusted with what tools were left to our forebearers, and they work closely with the security officer who oversees Promise,
Natska offers, smiling.
Ruby looks a Mira with confusion as she goes through a round of charades, getting a look of concern in her eyes. "Um... Mother, are you okay?" she asks skeptically, but smiles from the next comment. "Always. We'll get it done, you'll see." she says as confidently as can be, lifting her child up to pat on his back gently, nuzzling against his small body.
Cassidy smiles at the little rubbing before shrugging. "As a kitsune, I can assume many shapes, myself! There is a lot about us that is supposedly not legal by Creator laws, as I understand it. But we're here now! We have our own hopes, dreams, and feeling. I am hopeful that we may be able to all become good friends and allies!"
Rev returns to his usual form, and scratches his chin in thought. "Hmmmmm interesting"he says while listening to the creator speak. His gaze turns to Natska as she speaks to Cliff about the Kirin. Rather hapoy not to have to explain it himself. Being as teaching people isnt exactly his thing.
Rokarion raised an eyebrow at the strange gesture as the woman touched pressed her hand on the soft petals od his blossom, the unique jasmine smell still wafting from it. Thinking it was a creator gesture, the plant returns it in kind, removing his glove, and pressing his plant hand on her head gently. Looking at the man, Rokarion shook his head and pushed the man's hand gently back to him, before grabbing one of his pens again and quickly scribbling something on his sketchbook, he might not know their speech but he at least knows how to write the Creator language, at least the ones that priests use. Scribbling something down really quick, the plant then showed it to the pair, the writing translating into: "Many thanks to the gesture honorable Creator but the only payment for an artist is the satisfaction of his audience."
