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 Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 11:11 am
"Thousands of years ago the world was covered with water and everything was aquatic according to fossil records. Some of the fish here are the oldest living things dated and surviving, next to the bacteria that's lingering all over the place - but who cares about bacteria? You can't see it, fish you can see. Most notedly, they've given their hints of intelligence in a vague manner. These animals are way older than us, they know more, and in honesty they're the ones who pointed us in the right direction to finding so called proof of the lost underwater cities of planets - except, no one has ever found these cities, so the proof isn't exactly tangible or easy to trust. All scholars have, or rather museums, are some mosaics that could be from anywhere or any time period, but they depict the civilization of a group of natives and their gods, their goddesses, one deity of which happened to be a dragon of storm like quality named Hissu'metsu here on Gaia. Now, Hissu'metsu was shown to be a barbaric or a gentle god, depending on which mosaic panel you're looking at when you see them. The panels are an enormous mural, but everything was split up to go in different places - so you'll likely never see the whole thing intact. Don't ask me why people with money do such a thing. It's ridiculous as I see it! If I had the money, they'd all go together to one location so the stories they told at least made sense. It's hard to explain about a two-faced god when there's only one tile in this museum.
What was I saying? Oh, oh... Hissu'metsu was either crude or kind, often asking for human sacrifices - preferably of small children or young widowed women. On the up side, the god steadied the rivers, the sea, and the storms that plagued the terrain - which in turn gave birth and created the habitat for the civilization's god of forests and harvest, whose name eludes me... It was... Pomaic'edeus, and she was often doubled as the goddess of fertility, considered the mother of all living things birthed by the storm and water - which was considered to be the basis for the world itself and their creation. You see, they were insanely advanced. I wouldn't doubt flying cars or something of the sort just because we haven't seen it. For an ancient civilization, rumored or not, to know we're constructed primarily of water and to mythicize it is unheard of. It's stunning, and --!
Hey, kid, are you listening?"
What a trip the day was proving itself to be. Two full nights under the watchful eye of a hidden torturer aiding in the gaining power of his tangible curse. Activity never seemed to cease - the drive for finding something entertaining to keep the curse subdued never ended. Kenneth York was on his own epic quest to save his world from widespread pandemonium, and the only way that had seemed to work was to lecture about one thing or another - particularly the mythical aspects of Gaia and the worlds flooded throughout the immense universe. One thing the educator had noted was that his curse was easy to amuse with careful wording and mention of aquatics. Animalistic and obsessive, the youth of which he had been saddled with would lose the reins of the peace of the world, thus no longer being equip with the chance to create the anarchy of which the child thrived. The boy would be defenseless, crippled by the power of knowledge!
Or he would be face pressed against the glass of the aquariam within the Aquatic World exhibit of the local museum ... ?
A heavy sigh was given as Kenneth nudged his glasses up the bridge of his nose, his hand eventually contributing to the poor habit of stroking the fuzzy beard that grew upon his face. There, far behind him, was that otter boy - still as still could be - which was either good or bad when he thought about it. His sleek body was tilted, muzzle pressed ridiculously close to the glass and fogging it up; his hands were set on each side of his face, leaving grubby finger prints all over the aquarium. Rhythmically, the boy's tail had tapped the ground, each colorful ring situated on his tail clacking or rattling with the motion. "For real, Pie? T...T...There was a God for Rivers? Lookit, lookit that one, lookit that fish! It looks like a snake!" A boisterous laugh had been sent forward as the child had tapped the glass with his fuzzy brown fingers. His whiskers wriggled with his nose as he pulled away, bouncing in place before making a mad dash to Kenneth's side in a ludicrous manner - hunched over and on hands and feet, like some sort of hound!
Kenneth smiled coyly over the question, tucking his hands within his pockets and continuing down the hall of fish. Every now and then he would glance off to the side at the colorful creatures, but it wasn't as often as a museum dweller might have been expected to do. Instead, he talked, or rather rambled. "Was there? Kid, hundreds of cultures have deities they worship dedicated to the river, ocean, and water in general. There's such a thing as dehydration. Without water, you would dry up and die. Your body needs liquid - very basic." Pausing in mid-motion, he had looked back to see the so called snake-fish, his eyes glistening with a certain glee. "That would be an eel, and would you stop calling me Pie?"
"Okay, Pie." The child had snorted, folding his arms over his chest. "Stop callin' me kid, it's a deal. My name is Max."
"And mine is Mr. York." Kenneth had grunted, giving a harsh stare for a moment.
"I'm not callin' you Mister anythin', Mister!" The otter, thusly dubbed Max, had retorted. A sly look befell his face as he looked to the ground, noticing the tiles of which they stood upon. OH! The glory of tiles. "You said there was a tile here with a picture of that d...d...de... God?"
Kenneth had nodded knowingly, as if he had seen it a thousand times and new its location without much effort. Such a motion had seemed to please Max, for he had slapped his tail against the tile floor and backed up. "Thas wha' I'm talkin' 'bout. Now to find it!" Max's heart had started thumping, excitement filling his veins as he jittered, danced from foot to foot. Finally, he had ceased the antsy motions and given Kenneth a bemused glance. Two fingers were brought up to his forehead in the form of a salute, and, in an instant, they brushed back the uneven, messy hair. A smile was flashed, teeth shining in the dim light of the room as he spoke. "Bye, bye, Pie.", the otter had chimed - emitting a round of sonorous laughter before diving at the tile floor. Even lacking a water slicked coat, he still seemed to slide with great ease. Curved, slanted, he slid down the museum's tile flooring, disappearing into the next room before Kenneth was even aware of the action.
Unfortunately, sliding had been a mistake. Max had flown with ease down the hall, but once in the room he had smacked against a wall - the same sort of motion that had led to the destruction of his fun on the day he had met Kenneth. "OW!" He wailed, sliding his body up and placing a hand on his scalp, rubbing away at the already tosseled hair. Angry, he had cast a glare at the wall - only to find he had not crashed into a wall, but rather a large looking slab of colored stones. Crawling back a few steps and tilting his head, Max's job dropped; his eyes grew wide. There, on the slab, was a majestic looking dragon - blue, green, and silver in color, its body wild like the river, and the hair sliding clear down its back thick and flowing. Standing far below the dragon was a young woman figure, beautiful as beautiful could be. Though Max was unaware, Kenneth had been wrong about Mosaics - and as anyone could see it was a slab of rocks stuck together and painted upon, not colorful stones placed carefully. Regardless, Max was hypnotized. He swung his legs around and sat crossed-legged on the floor, his mouth agape and eyes frighteningly large. "W-wow...", he had mumbled. With childish glee, he had leaned forward to touch it, only to stop and spin around, rise to his feet. Comparing himself to the slab, he was much, much smaller than it - the size of an ant perhaps! It was enormous, and perhaps that was why Max was enthralled. In a daze, he had walked backwards, head tilted up and mouth opening wider by the second, until, after a few moments, he tripped and fell against a trash can that was still taller than even he was - the curse of being a young boy: shortness. As the thing plummeted, the otter had squeaked, jumping back as if shocked, then, in a frenzy, he had moved away and turned around, shouting all the while: "I didn't do it- G-Ghost! Ghost!"
To Kenneth's dismay, it had been the sight to greet him when he had finally passed through the fish hall to the main exhibit. Quickly, he slapped his forehead at the sight of the garbage can on the floor and the few bits of trash that had skidded out of it. He needed to work on preventing the sliding on tiles...
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 8:41 pm
“Don’t touch that!” Lewis’ stretched out hand froze, mere inches from the display case of an undoubtedly priceless vase. The small wings upon his back twitching, Lewis turned to face his reprimander, a mixture of guilt and disappointment written upon his face. He had only wanted to look at the pretty…thing! “Weren’t gone do nuttin’!” Lewis shook his head as he defended himself, the dark curls topping his head bouncing wildly as he did so. Why was the aleen worrying? Ever since they had stepped through the museum doors, that’s all the toddler had heard, the dreaded ‘don’t’ word. It wasn’t as if he was going to break something, not like he had broken that plate. That had been a complete accident! In fact, the glass and clock had both been accidents, too! He wasn’t going to smash anything this time, he’d show the aleen!
If Bug’s eyes had been capable of rolling, they would have done so. The toddler’s words were almost as believable as those of a convict. Bug knew now…he knew quite well. It had hardly been two days since that blasted D-Corp had contacted Bug about the guardianship of the flamingo child. They had threatened him! Panicked, Bug had contacted his home planet, begging them to somehow find a way to fix the problem. Then, much to Bug’s horror, his superiors had requested that he go along with D-Corp and actually raise the mutant child. It would be a great research opportunity, they had said! Bah! Since then, the Zurg had watched as his once neat abode was turned into a mess and his possessions destroyed. Though Lewis had claimed that all of the incidents were accidents, Bug wasn’t quite sure he believed the toddler. He had seen the evil glint in those cold, gray eyes!
Lewis had, as most children his age, been ecstatic when Bug told him they were to visit a museum. This was, of course, before they realized what a museum actually held within its walls. Bug needed to go, as part of his research was to find out about the history of Gaia. However, though he held his datapad within his hands, the alien had yet to take the first note. His large, unblinking eyes were constantly upon Lewis, assuring that all artifacts remained as they were: intact. “Let’s go this way, you,” Bug stated, grabbing Lewis’ hand as he started to walk.. This direction didn’t seem to have as many exhibits in glass cases, as instead they were displayed in small cutouts in the wall or even upon it. Too high for a toddler to reach, thankfully.
Slap, slap, slap. Lewis took huge steps as he walked with Bug, enjoying the sound that his bare, webbed feet made against the clean floor tiles. As they neared the wall, Lewis blinked at it in disdain. He couldn’t even see anything, let alone touch it! Indeed, shortness was the bane of being young. Letting go of the aleen’s hand, Lewis tried to peer farther down the hall. More wall, more wall…taking a step forward, Lewis strained his eyes, quite certain that the wall color changed aaaaall the way down. Though he couldn’t tell exactly what it was, it looked like perhaps there was a picture on it? Aagh, he wanted to go see! But the aleen wouldn’t be too happy with that…
The Zurg, hardly noticing as the toddler’s hand left his grasp, examined as best he could with a piece of glass in front of him, an ancient piece of fabric that was apparently a relic of some bygone culture. What odd customs these Gaian folk had! On his home planet, clothes were not worn! Citizens were proud of their natural bodies and refused to hide it. Bug had learned after about a minute of living on Gaia that this planet did not share his views. As a result, he now dressed, though his fashion sense left something to be desired. Worst of all were the ‘underwear’ things, he no longer felt fre-Bug’s musings were interrupted by the sound of something hitting the floor and a small voice shouting. Bug, fearing the worst, added his own shouting. “LEWIS, WHAT DID YOU DO?!”
Lewis, who had been painstakingly nearing the picture-wall-thing step by step, yelled his indignation at the accusation. “It weren’t me!” It hadn’t been him who had made that noise, but now the aleen was advancing down the hall, and his big ole’ green beak-mouth was puckered up like it had been when Lewis had knocked that clock off of the table! His eyes wide, Lewis started to run awkwardly down the hall, the slapping sound that his feet made now reverberating from its walls. As he neared the end, and the picture-wall-thingy, the toddler slipped suddenly upon a stray piece of trash, his scaled feet flying out from beneath him. Lewis was the second toddler that day to bump into the garbage can, or rather, in Lewis’ case, bowl into it.
Sitting up and attempting to push his thick hair from his face, Lewis groaned as he heard the footsteps of Bug coming up from behind him. Well, at least he had made it to the picture-wall.
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Posted: Thu Jan 11, 2007 3:28 pm
Carelessly, Max had jerked to toss the garbage back into the trash can - in the process making things worse through careless positioning and not attempting to turn the contraption up again. His eyes were wide and shaking, the noise having startled him just a tad more than the idea of Kenneth yelling at him in public. Kenneth had yet to yell at him, but he had heard the booming voice at too large a volume prior. He did not want to hear it repeat. Thus, with haste, he scrambled and chattered, trying to rebuild the garbage can and erase the mess of which he had created. Even if Kenneth had already seen it, maybe his cleaning it would make him forget? Maybe?
His hairs began to rise, tingling as his motions came to a full-hearted stop, Kenneth having turned the trash can back up before giving an unenthusiastic stare. There was no disappointment, only distaste for the action, but that was more than enough to make Max smile sheepishly. The small otter had looked away quickly, only for his eyes to fall upon something or another - or rather, another who had been yelling the same tune he had been just a few moments before. He stared, idly listening to the sound of shuffle to pick up the garbage. In the frenzy, he hadn't noticed someone else had barreled into the thing. He hadn't even realized there was anyone else within the room! The Hall of Fish had been bleak, empty, and the room, when he had slid inside... Had he even bothered to look around? His mouth opened, then closed. He could see an escape route! Blame the kid with the funny looking legs and hair and maybe... He paused, finding the plan futile. He had already sealed his fate - or had he? His mind twisted, turned with the idea.
Before he could say anything, Kenneth had cleared his throat, listening to the dramatic issue. His fingers stroked his temples - his cheeks, his beard, until the hand had dropped to his side and he had smiled carelessly, eyes on the floor. No look in the direction of the two - only a small glimpse taken of Lewis and Max both - not even a sight of the Zurg. "Sorry." He spoke firmly. "Kid's right. Wasn't him.", and with that he had snorted, eyeing Max up and down, and blinking at the sight of Lewis. It wasn't that often he saw toddlers bumbling around museums - even accompanied.
"It wasn't me either, I swear!" Max had stagger breathed, patting his chest with his fist as if to suggest he were honest. Casually, he had glanced towards Lewis, eager to prove his own innocence. "It just falls into people. right?" A verbal nudge had been given, along with a sort of lip twitch, as if he were signaling a play along. "It flung itself right out there - promise!"
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