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crux_fleet2014-06-27 01:34 am
crux_npcs) wrote in crux_fleet2014-06-27 01:34 am
FRIENDS AT MISCUN: very friendly!!
Who: High Priest of Kore, Prime Minister Ezo, and their four volunteers
Where: Kore, capital city of planet Miscun
When: June 26, around noon
Warnings: Crazy aliens!
The High Priest of Kore - no one gives a name for them, referring to them only by title - greets the four Fleet citizens with a solemn bow. They are dressed similarly to the lower priests and the monks in the Temple: in long, heavy robes that appear to be made of dozens of strips of cloth, sown together at odd angles, with a variety of mismatched adornments. The jagged pattern compliments the chaotic, pointy architecture of the Temple, although it isn't necessarily pleasing to look at.
The tall alien leans forward, eyes gleaming. They seem to be attempting a friendly demeanor, but something about it makes it feel predatory instead.
"Friends, your presence here honors me. When we detected your Fleet passing through our solar system, we suspected that you might be on board. It is fortunate that Prime Minister Ezo was able to contact your leader."
The Prime Minister in question stands at the edge of the gathering, nodding to each of the Fleet members repeatedly. They are clearly an old Miscun, with an unusually wrinkled face, and it makes them seem regal and imposing. The rapid nodding does dispel those notions, though, since it looks rather silly, sort of like a bobblehead. When the High Priest motions to Ezo, they step forward, the nodding becoming even more frantic before tapering off as they begin to speak.
"This may be sudden for you," they say, "but we have made all possible arrangements down here for you. There are rooms ready, and you may have anything you wish. All you have to do is remain with us, in this most sacred space. Where you belong."
Ezo's face stretches into a smile. It looks almost painful on that wide mouth.
"We are certain that your leader will understand how important this is for us. And surely your presence will allow us to prosper under the Chaotic One..."
Where: Kore, capital city of planet Miscun
When: June 26, around noon
Warnings: Crazy aliens!
The High Priest of Kore - no one gives a name for them, referring to them only by title - greets the four Fleet citizens with a solemn bow. They are dressed similarly to the lower priests and the monks in the Temple: in long, heavy robes that appear to be made of dozens of strips of cloth, sown together at odd angles, with a variety of mismatched adornments. The jagged pattern compliments the chaotic, pointy architecture of the Temple, although it isn't necessarily pleasing to look at.
The tall alien leans forward, eyes gleaming. They seem to be attempting a friendly demeanor, but something about it makes it feel predatory instead.
"Friends, your presence here honors me. When we detected your Fleet passing through our solar system, we suspected that you might be on board. It is fortunate that Prime Minister Ezo was able to contact your leader."
The Prime Minister in question stands at the edge of the gathering, nodding to each of the Fleet members repeatedly. They are clearly an old Miscun, with an unusually wrinkled face, and it makes them seem regal and imposing. The rapid nodding does dispel those notions, though, since it looks rather silly, sort of like a bobblehead. When the High Priest motions to Ezo, they step forward, the nodding becoming even more frantic before tapering off as they begin to speak.
"This may be sudden for you," they say, "but we have made all possible arrangements down here for you. There are rooms ready, and you may have anything you wish. All you have to do is remain with us, in this most sacred space. Where you belong."
Ezo's face stretches into a smile. It looks almost painful on that wide mouth.
"We are certain that your leader will understand how important this is for us. And surely your presence will allow us to prosper under the Chaotic One..."
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The door was right there. He wanted to leave, but not without the rest, at least, not without Fionna and Odo. If Grell wanted to stay, he would not stop her. He looked at the exit, wondering if they could just walk out. They said they must stay, but what was really stopping them?
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"I will be in need of a dozen red roses, red rose petals scattered all over my bed, which should have the finest of cotton linens, and a pet phoenix."
That all seemed pretty reasonable to her!
She did look to Odo for his remark.
"Have you voiced your displeasure at the fleet captains and scientists when you initially arrived?" Because she was fairly certain they've been all kidnapped before these people did.
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We should leave. I can unlock the door."
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"How can you do that?"