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paixaorpg2007-08-08 08:33 pm
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Close Encounters of the Furred Kind [Completed]
Character(s): Remy and Ahnassi
Content: What happens when a world-class rat chef and a rather feline monk/thief run into each other?
Setting: Vanaheim area, around Actua Are
Time: Early afternoon
Warnings: Remy is NOT for lunch!
Despite the unusually pleasant reception he'd received at the gate, Remy continued to stick to the shadows as he made his way further into the city. Even if people could understand him now, it didn't mean that everyone was likely to be friendly to a rat. Not to mention, he preferred to not get stepped on, even by accident. Some humans just didn't know how to look where they were going...
He spent an hour or so in exploration, even taking to the rooftops for a brief period of time just to get an idea of the sheer scope of the city. It was larger than he had expected... He hadn't been able to imagine a domed city the size that this one seemed to be, but the proof was right before his eyes. He was a little surprised that he'd never heard of such a place. While he wasn't exactly well-traveled, he had spent a good deal of time reading and had always liked to think he knew more about the world around him than most others of his species. Apparently there were still more than a few things out there in the world to surprise him. He realized that he hadn't even gotten the name of the city yet. He wondered how far he was from Paris, and how he had gotten from there to here in the first place.
Eventually, the rat settled down into a quiet corner and began to examine the second item of interest - the journal he'd been given at the gate. He'd taken a brief glance at it right after coming into the city and found it to be an electronic device rather similar to some kind of personal organizer. Initially, he'd given it little attention besides the brief lookover. He'd seen that sort of thing before, although he'd never really had the chance to use such a device himself. Now he tried to get a little more familiar with the device. It might be possible to use it to his advantage, perhaps even to contact his friends and find a way to get back to Paris and his beloved restaurant. It was worth looking into, at least.
Content: What happens when a world-class rat chef and a rather feline monk/thief run into each other?
Setting: Vanaheim area, around Actua Are
Time: Early afternoon
Warnings: Remy is NOT for lunch!
Despite the unusually pleasant reception he'd received at the gate, Remy continued to stick to the shadows as he made his way further into the city. Even if people could understand him now, it didn't mean that everyone was likely to be friendly to a rat. Not to mention, he preferred to not get stepped on, even by accident. Some humans just didn't know how to look where they were going...
He spent an hour or so in exploration, even taking to the rooftops for a brief period of time just to get an idea of the sheer scope of the city. It was larger than he had expected... He hadn't been able to imagine a domed city the size that this one seemed to be, but the proof was right before his eyes. He was a little surprised that he'd never heard of such a place. While he wasn't exactly well-traveled, he had spent a good deal of time reading and had always liked to think he knew more about the world around him than most others of his species. Apparently there were still more than a few things out there in the world to surprise him. He realized that he hadn't even gotten the name of the city yet. He wondered how far he was from Paris, and how he had gotten from there to here in the first place.
Eventually, the rat settled down into a quiet corner and began to examine the second item of interest - the journal he'd been given at the gate. He'd taken a brief glance at it right after coming into the city and found it to be an electronic device rather similar to some kind of personal organizer. Initially, he'd given it little attention besides the brief lookover. He'd seen that sort of thing before, although he'd never really had the chance to use such a device himself. Now he tried to get a little more familiar with the device. It might be possible to use it to his advantage, perhaps even to contact his friends and find a way to get back to Paris and his beloved restaurant. It was worth looking into, at least.
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"I'm not that different, though," he said, stubbornly resisting the idea despite its possible merit, "All rats are my size, where I come from... Well, about my size, anyway. Everyone always says I'm too skinny. And I couldn't talk before I came here, either..." Suddenly realizing that he'd just discounted the one reason he was still alive, he fumbled for an explanation, "Uh, I mean, not to humans... Not, uh... Not by WORDS, at least. I mean, we could communicate just fine!" he exclaimed, his voice growing a little more agitated as he tried to make himself clear. "I used gestures, mostly. You know... head nods, waving, pointing... smacking their hands with a large wooden spoon... That sort of thing. Like sign language, except... not. Anyway, I could talk to other rats... And I can read too!" he added, grinning when he reached this particular revelation. He'd always thought of literacy as a mark of intelligence, and he was just about the only rat he knew of that read things on a regular basis.
"But... It's pretty weird," he admitted. "I mean, the only reason I didn't talk before is because I couldn't manage it. Don't have the right vocal cords for it. But ever since I got here, everyone's understanding me. It's so bizarre, like the language barriers are just gone. I'm not even TRYING to talk like a human... I'm just talking like I would to any other rat, and everyone knows what I'm saying. I have to admit, it was kinda freaking me out..."