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CrimsonCutie666 Vice Captain
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 Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2012 8:34 pm
He couldn't find her anywhere. She wasn't at the shop. She wasn't sketching bugs and interesting creatures anywhere in the forest. He had tried tracking down her house but it seemed as if everyone had disappeared. And it was all his fault. Damian collapsed down in front of a tree, their tree, for the thousandth time that week. His paws ached, old and new injuries throbbed along his body, his tattered wings hung down along his side weakly and his eyes were tired from the lack of sleep he'd gotten. None of it mattered next to the ache in his heart.
He had lost Sarah. His only friend, the only female outside of his little 'family' that considered him worth something. His.....crush. He had had a thing for her since they were just kits running around and having a good time. She was amazing and he had gone and blown it by asking her out. Sighing he leaned against the bark and remembered back to when he had done it. She had kinda shrugged and grinned at him and that had been that. He should have remembered he was cursed, bad luck haunted him now and forever would. He shouldn't have gotten close to her because as soon as he did he had cursed himself and her. And now she was gone. Closing his eyes he felt a sharp stab of pain hit his heart. It was all his fault.
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Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2012 11:24 pm
 It wasn't as windy today as it had been yesterday, but it was still very breezy today. The clouds had all been chased away by the wind. Liz walked across the path with her arms wrapped around herself and a satchel full of papers, compasses, pencils, pens, and various other instruments slung over her shoulder and around her neck. With nothing else to do, she'd turned to mapping the surrounding area. She could probably find maps somewhere else, but she was interested in learning how to map right now. Once she finished this path, she would be done with this area. But the wind was making it difficult by blowing her papers around so that she almost lost them or dropped them.
Sighing, she made her way towards a tree. She'd never been out here before, so she didn't recognize the tree, but it was a good-sized one, just perfect for leaning against or maybe even picnicking near. And from the looks of it, someone had decided to lean against it. He probably had a very private reason for doing so, and it would be rude to disturb him, so she decided not to. She would still have to finish measuring out the distance from the road to the tree, but she would try to keep as quiet and unobtrusive as possible.((I apologize if I get anything about the geography wrong))
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CrimsonCutie666 Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jan 28, 2012 4:26 pm
Letting out another sigh he rubbed his eyes to get rid of the crap that had made it's home in his eyes. The wind had picked up and ruffled his fur and he was tempted to growl at it to stop, if he wouldn't look insane for doing so. No he needed help, or maybe a distraction. Probably both from the look of things. He'd been searching forever now, and if he hadn't found her yet what were the chances he'd find her the next day, or the day after? That was the curse of being trailed by bad luck. Heck maybe his new niece should stay away from him if she ever hoped for a life of success. His sister should influence that part of her well enough.
The wind blew again, bringing with it a scent he didn't recognize. His first hope was that Sarah had done some sort of experiment on herself but he wasn't so stupid as to keep the hope for long. Sarah may like aliens and experiments but she wouldn't do a thing to herself, and he was pretty sure she wouldn't experiment on others. Pretty sure. Raising his head he thought he spotted a figure in a tree near him but couldn't tell. Still instead of being a creeper and just watching them he might as well call out. "Hey there."
((There's no real geography here so it's fine. He just kinda was here with her one day so he always remembers it))
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2012 10:40 am
((She's not in a tree, she's standing next to one.))
Liz raised her head from where she was measuring distance. She didn't have the fancy equipment usually used for surveying, so she was making due with "more primitive visual aids," which was to say, a long string with knots in it and a ziplock bag full of golf tees. She was kneeling in the dirt at the edge of the road at the moment with the string tied to one tee stuck into the ground. She raised her hand and waved a friendly greeting to him. "Hello!" she called back. She wasn't sure what else to say--her father had never had much in the way of social skills, and nor did the rest of her family, to teach her--so she went back to work, laying the string along the ground and securing it in a straight line with the tees. Crude, and didn't take into account the curvature of the Earth, but it was good enough for her purposes. Besides, this if for fun, not for absolute reference. If I want an accurate map, I'll buy one.
Slowly she made her way towards the tree and secured the string with another tee. A tag marked in sharpie she had attached when making the string told her how many feet and meters it made, and she recorded both in a little notebook.
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CrimsonCutie666 Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2012 9:34 pm
((Oops my bad Gey! Sorry!))
Watching her he tilted his head to see what exactly she was doing. Whatever it was he had never seen someone do something quite so.......strange. At first he had assumed she was doing something with golf. He had spotted the tee first, then followed her paw to the string connected to the tree. The oddness and slightly scientific look of it send another pang of pain through his chest as he was reminded of Sarah and what scientific things she would babble about or do in front of him.
He had lost himself in his thoughts again when he noticed her writing down something or another. His curiosity was beginning to get the better of him, even if his emotions were driving every little thought like needles into his chest. "What's so interesting about a string, a tee, and some trees?" Flicking his tail slightly he eyed her equipment again before turning back to look at her, his neck protesting slightly to the extra movement it didn't want. "Most people don't normally do something like this." Gesturing offhandedly toward the tree she was working on he sighed heavily a weighted down smile on his face. "No offense to ya but it doesn't exactly look normal."
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2012 11:57 am
Elizabeth shrugged. If she had been someone else, she might have been offended, but to her, the stranger seemed honest and outspoken. She appreciated that. "I'm making a map," she explained. "Just for fun, and to see if I can. I attach one end of the string to one landmark and the other end to another so I can see what the distance is. She held up a knot in the string that was marked with a little plastic tag that read 1 meter, 1.09 yards. "Then I mark the distance in this notebook. I'll mark it on my map later." She brushed a loose strand of brown hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear, frowning when the wind blew it back into her face.
"I'm not really interested in normal," she said. "I'm not a normal person, and I'm not afraid to admit that. I have hobbies that are different than other people. Normality should have no effect on that which we love."
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CrimsonCutie666 Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2012 12:27 pm
A map? She was actually making a map? He'd never heard of anyone making a map, though he assumed there were people who did it. After all how would there be so many for different areas floating around? Did they all do it this way? He doubted it, after all with technology and GPS's it probably was hardly even a job much any more.
"Most people wouldn't think map making is fun. What made you decide to do it? I take it you aren't around her much if you've decided to make a map." Of course he knew she didn't have to be from far away to do this if she was doing it for fun it just seemed like it, and it was an easy way to learn about her. He smiled slightly as he got up and moved closer, gazing at her equipment, and now knowing what it was used for. It was somewhat scientific, though primitive, it must take a lot of time. Sarah would have just loved the idea....... "How far are you planning on marking? Just from watching you I bet it takes forever just to do a small area." He glanced at the tree he loved, another wave of sadness settling in his stomach. "How do you remember where you left off?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2012 11:21 am
"Well, most people aren't as interested in being as systematic and orderly as I am, I guess. And I've been around here a couple times. Mapping this place so I don't get lost wasn't really the plan. The plan was more like 'do something interesting,' or 'get outdoors,' or 'get to know this place better,' or 'see how we could do things if technology suddenly failed.'" She wasn't ready to admit yet how much this activity made her feel like an explorer. She got a little thrill from games like that when she was a kit--Elizabeth Myers, daring explorer, going where no kit had gone before with a packed lunch!
"I'm marking mostly just this field. This is actually the first one I've done," she admitted. "I haven't done any others. I just kinda...look at my map, I guess, and figure out where the next places I need to mark are. I could do it more scientifically, but I'm not."
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CrimsonCutie666 Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2012 3:47 pm
"I wouldn't think map making is orderly but yeah I can understand where that might make a difference in your entertainment value." He probably wouldn't enjoy it for very long. He'd either get bored after ten minutes or he'd be annoyed that he was making a map he could just go buy and scrap it. It would be more interesting to make up a place and then create a map for it. Then again he wasn't really into science except for the certain areas Sarah had taught him.....and he needed to stop bringing her up in all of his thoughts, otherwise he was going to probably do the girliest thing ever and break down on this girls shoulder.
"How's it going then? I mean I guess you haven't gotten frustrated enough to stop but how do you like it?" He tilted his head again and finally gave her an actually smile, though small. "I'm Damian."
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 11:38 am
"It's going alright. I've been trying to be more patient, so this is helping a bit." She tucked her hair out of her face from where it was blowing in the wind and put the paper away. If she was going to get into a conversation, she should invest herself in it fully, not get distracted. "As for orderliness? It's not making the world orderly, I guess, but it's putting disorderly information--nature--into an orderly, easy-to-understand format. And there's a certain amount of analytical thought required to make a scale drawing. Like I said. It's not for everyone."
Elizabeth returned his small smile with a brief one. "Nice to meet you, Damian. I'm Elizabeth Myers, but you can call me Liz."
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CrimsonCutie666 Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 3:33 pm
Laughing at that he shook his head. "I'm not that great with patience. It's not that I can't be when I need to, it's that I tend to get distracted far to easily. I blame my kithood." He listened to her talk, taking his time trying to figure out all the words she was saying and mentally beating himself up for his dumbness. "Right. I wonder about what it was like in the past making maps. Must have been difficult, not having any idea what they were doing."
Myers. He wondered where he'd heard the name before and figured it was something Rogue had said. After all weren't most of these armored people related somehow? He couldn't remember off the top of his head, and asking this new girl seemed kinda rude so he shoved it aside. "Nice to meet you too Liz.
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2012 1:48 pm
"Why do you blame your kithood?" she asked without thinking. If that was rude, he'll tell me. Most people don't have a childhood that's so horrible that they won't want to talk about it. I mean, besides the inordinate number of noodles who do seem to have horrible childhoods. Liz hadn't experienced that herself, but some of her friends and relations had. She had thought that she had learned a long time ago now to ask people about their pasts, but it seemed that just wasn't so.
"Probably a combination of exciting and frightening. This was back when people thought there were monsters everywhere, and going to new places meant new languages and new people who may or may not be hostile. You know, back when there were sailing ships and bandits everywhere." She couldn't help but smile at what she thought of next. "It's probably a bit like that now with exploring the stars and new stellar systems with new aliens."
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