Thanks so much =) And yea, I'm eager to see what Elysia does!
I'm going to link to my blog in my sig. There's not too much content yet, but new albums are coming out all the time so it should grow pretty quickly.
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Elise blinked several times quickly when Dr. Plant made the vines sprout to block the door and took a half step back. “I am afraid your visit has come to an end,” she heard him say. The hostility caused her to freeze up and she never looked at him directly. She could still see him in the corner of her eye. So I was right, she thought, though without much conviction. She searched all her life for extra-terrestrial life or even a hint at it, and now that all that stood in her way were vines and a locked door, she increasingly began to question herself. But Abal indicated that there were dozens of different life-forms in the city, she recalled. How could that be possible?
There was the sound of movement behind the door. Elise listened carefully, trying to determine what was happening. “Have you been kept prisoner?” she asked, hoping for an answer, but one didn’t come, despite movement in the room continuing. “My name is Elise. I can help you,” she said, her heart now beginning to beat loudly, knowing that Dr. Plant’s anger would surely rise after hearing it. There was still no response and it suddenly hit her that if whatever was in there was an alien, it possibly didn’t understand her. However, before she could regret it, she heard the window shatter in the room.
She gasped and said frantically, “don’t jump, I can help you! Don’t jump!” But soon after her words were said, all sounds of movement from the room disappeared. “What have you done?” She said with distain as she looked at Dr. Plant directly for the first time, before racing out of the suite and into the elevator to the first floor.
“Immigrants?” Gilgamesh repeated the phrase that was said with genuine confusion and surprise. And on Elysia went about how she came to the country, explaining that she was sent by her government to hunt poets, much like his own life-story. However, he unintentionally began to stop paying attention and if asked what she had just said a moment ago, he wouldn’t have been able to recall. She can’t possibly still be trying to hide that she is an alien, he thought, perplexed by her defense and insulted. Afterall, she was carrying a weapon that clearly surpassed any technology that could exist on Earth. And he knew that there was no such government that was protecting or hiding the technology from the public. He had worked for other governments before working with America. He knew things that many others did not. He had seen many of the developing technologies that many governments had prototyped already. Her firearm wasn’t one of them.
“I have not heard of Skylar. Would he happen to be from your planet?” Gilgamesh asked, clearly unimpressed by her story of being an immigrant. I thought about the possibility of being mistaken and how nicely her story would have explained her behavior when the twins had made their appearance, but he took his warning of a massive influx of aliens appearing on earth seriously and he was taught from the beginning that second guessing often has dire consequences. She looked out of the ordinary from the beginning—her size, especially given her position in combat, her advanced weapon and, now that he was close enough to notice, her silver eyes. He couldn’t back down. He felt it in his gut that something wasn’t right and he wanted to know why.
“All jokes aside indeed. I don’t know what you take me for, but if you plan to stick to your story about being an immigrant and expecting me to believe you, then I’m just going to have to drop you off right here and now,” he said with conviction. “You possess technology that doesn’t exist on this planet. So, let’s be absolutely clear about the situation you’re in. The American government already knows you’re here. I haven’t the slightest clue how they know that nor do I care. As I’ve said, my only concern is that poets are dying, so if you can help me with that nobody will touch you. Before I do any of that, I need your trust first and I need to know how the hell you got here and why you’re here in the first place,” he said, hoping the message was received loud and clear.
And if you don’t cooperate and request to be dropped off, I’m confident that you’ll be dead in a week or less because not even your technology in your hands alone can stand up to the American military, Gilgamesh thought. Although revealing that the American government knew she was here implied that they were after her in some way, he didn’t want to directly threaten her. At the end of the day, he wanted her on her side. And beyond that, he wanted to know what aliens were doing on Earth. Although it wasn’t his primary concern, his superior made it sound more than urgent and if he obtained information that his superior wasn’t aware of, maybe that would give him an advantage when the conflict developed. If that meant suspending his usual tactic of making people afraid of him for a little while, then so be it. Those tactics were meant for poets anyway, he thought.
“My cards are laid out on the table, Elysia. I’m not playing games with you, so don’t play them with me.”
There was the sound of movement behind the door. Elise listened carefully, trying to determine what was happening. “Have you been kept prisoner?” she asked, hoping for an answer, but one didn’t come, despite movement in the room continuing. “My name is Elise. I can help you,” she said, her heart now beginning to beat loudly, knowing that Dr. Plant’s anger would surely rise after hearing it. There was still no response and it suddenly hit her that if whatever was in there was an alien, it possibly didn’t understand her. However, before she could regret it, she heard the window shatter in the room.
She gasped and said frantically, “don’t jump, I can help you! Don’t jump!” But soon after her words were said, all sounds of movement from the room disappeared. “What have you done?” She said with distain as she looked at Dr. Plant directly for the first time, before racing out of the suite and into the elevator to the first floor.
“Immigrants?” Gilgamesh repeated the phrase that was said with genuine confusion and surprise. And on Elysia went about how she came to the country, explaining that she was sent by her government to hunt poets, much like his own life-story. However, he unintentionally began to stop paying attention and if asked what she had just said a moment ago, he wouldn’t have been able to recall. She can’t possibly still be trying to hide that she is an alien, he thought, perplexed by her defense and insulted. Afterall, she was carrying a weapon that clearly surpassed any technology that could exist on Earth. And he knew that there was no such government that was protecting or hiding the technology from the public. He had worked for other governments before working with America. He knew things that many others did not. He had seen many of the developing technologies that many governments had prototyped already. Her firearm wasn’t one of them.
“I have not heard of Skylar. Would he happen to be from your planet?” Gilgamesh asked, clearly unimpressed by her story of being an immigrant. I thought about the possibility of being mistaken and how nicely her story would have explained her behavior when the twins had made their appearance, but he took his warning of a massive influx of aliens appearing on earth seriously and he was taught from the beginning that second guessing often has dire consequences. She looked out of the ordinary from the beginning—her size, especially given her position in combat, her advanced weapon and, now that he was close enough to notice, her silver eyes. He couldn’t back down. He felt it in his gut that something wasn’t right and he wanted to know why.
“All jokes aside indeed. I don’t know what you take me for, but if you plan to stick to your story about being an immigrant and expecting me to believe you, then I’m just going to have to drop you off right here and now,” he said with conviction. “You possess technology that doesn’t exist on this planet. So, let’s be absolutely clear about the situation you’re in. The American government already knows you’re here. I haven’t the slightest clue how they know that nor do I care. As I’ve said, my only concern is that poets are dying, so if you can help me with that nobody will touch you. Before I do any of that, I need your trust first and I need to know how the hell you got here and why you’re here in the first place,” he said, hoping the message was received loud and clear.
And if you don’t cooperate and request to be dropped off, I’m confident that you’ll be dead in a week or less because not even your technology in your hands alone can stand up to the American military, Gilgamesh thought. Although revealing that the American government knew she was here implied that they were after her in some way, he didn’t want to directly threaten her. At the end of the day, he wanted her on her side. And beyond that, he wanted to know what aliens were doing on Earth. Although it wasn’t his primary concern, his superior made it sound more than urgent and if he obtained information that his superior wasn’t aware of, maybe that would give him an advantage when the conflict developed. If that meant suspending his usual tactic of making people afraid of him for a little while, then so be it. Those tactics were meant for poets anyway, he thought.
“My cards are laid out on the table, Elysia. I’m not playing games with you, so don’t play them with me.”
Sorry, I've been writing a ton lately. Started both a music review blog and a writing workshop with my friends last week for our poetry and fiction. My post is halfway done though. Will have it up tonight.
"A presentation on how the poor can not translate" 
Kirra said
Nice! And here's another post! I wonder how long it is going to take before Elysia forgoes her stubbornness and realises that she isn't in a simulation but in the real world.
She seems awfully persistent!
I literally laughed out loud about the pope thing. Google translate is really silly :p
"I didn't love her," Iral immediately retorted. "She was extremely talented for her age and demonstrated tremendous potential. And all that potential went to waste," he said, clenching his fists. Jupiter questioned his logic in wanting to return to Vulban along with his resolve for vengeance, which struck him as surprising coming from someone who had killed 400 in a day, but then again one should not overlook his sensitivity. "I do not blame you for your skepticism, but before arriving here, I had no idea who or what existed outside of my planet. All I knew was that somebody brought an end to someone I deeply respected and that the entire planet was about to become a police state. The one who killed her deserves to die and nobody deserves to have their freedom taken away from them. Well, that's not entirely true, but I was born there and I won't see it go to trash without a fight. It's not important that the population is aware of or even appreciates my efforts. It just needs to be done," he explained.
"The benefit is that the person who killed her will be dead," Iral said with a shrug. "Sorry if that doesn't satisfy, but that's really all there is to it. I'm not interested in bringing her back and I have no idea if that's even possible. Her time had come. It's absurd that somebody with so much talent should die so early, but mistakes were made and people died for them. If somebody can make her time come earlier than intended, then I will make their time come early too. I want them to know that killing the wrong people comes with its consequences," he explained, understanding that his logic was going in circles, but vengeance was never meant to be a logical concept and is cyclical in nature. He could feel his anger rising again, thinking about her death and who could have possibly killed her. Probably a nobody, he thought, which angered him more. He tried to put it passed him, to prevent making mistakes like the ones that got him in prison in the first place, but he couldn't help but be irrational when it came to her death. It just wasn't fair, he concluded, and people needed to die for it.
Iral wasn't sure what to make of Jupiter's declaration of doing his best to earn his freedom. It was within his own best interest, of course, but he made it sound so personal. "I certainly won't waste it. When I get back to my planet...," he snickered at the thought. "I'm going to bring them hell. As for your family... indeed. If there's time. There's a lot of work to be done."
"The benefit is that the person who killed her will be dead," Iral said with a shrug. "Sorry if that doesn't satisfy, but that's really all there is to it. I'm not interested in bringing her back and I have no idea if that's even possible. Her time had come. It's absurd that somebody with so much talent should die so early, but mistakes were made and people died for them. If somebody can make her time come earlier than intended, then I will make their time come early too. I want them to know that killing the wrong people comes with its consequences," he explained, understanding that his logic was going in circles, but vengeance was never meant to be a logical concept and is cyclical in nature. He could feel his anger rising again, thinking about her death and who could have possibly killed her. Probably a nobody, he thought, which angered him more. He tried to put it passed him, to prevent making mistakes like the ones that got him in prison in the first place, but he couldn't help but be irrational when it came to her death. It just wasn't fair, he concluded, and people needed to die for it.
Iral wasn't sure what to make of Jupiter's declaration of doing his best to earn his freedom. It was within his own best interest, of course, but he made it sound so personal. "I certainly won't waste it. When I get back to my planet...," he snickered at the thought. "I'm going to bring them hell. As for your family... indeed. If there's time. There's a lot of work to be done."
What do you do, Ryver?
Sounds good guys =p
"Four hundred?" Iral repeated in disbelief. "In one day? Unreal. I almost want to say it's impressive, but even I have some decency, which may come as a surprise to you. Not that I feel any sympathy for those dead, it's just a lot of blood to spill over nothing. I'm amazed that they even returned after losses like that, but I suppose greed knows no bounds and Terrans were never known for their intellect anyhow," he continued, with the number still in his head and trying to picture that many people dying in a single day. He almost wanted to call him a liar because of how ridiculous it sounded, but he's seen enough of Jupiter's behavior to know that he wasn't exaggerating. "Four hundred," he said again. "I probably won't have a kill count of half that in my entire life. I wouldn't be proud of it either way. I enjoy fighting-- the killing is just an annoying side effect. Unless I want them dead, of course. And there are a lot I want dead."
Jupiter went on to say that he doesn't know what ever became of his family since his being captured and Iral shook his head in a way that indicated that he understood what it was like. "So you're here for defending yourself. That makes sense," he said, knowing that it was his turn to tell him why he was there as courtesy, even though he didn't ask. He stared at the ground for a bit and grunted, unable to figure out where to start or how much to say. Iral was there ultimately because he met defeat and he wasn't accustomed to experiencing it, especially in the manner that he did. "Well... unlike me, a lot of my people have powers that involve using their minds. They have waged war among each other since Vulban's inception and after a while they got really damn good at it. This isn't unique to other planets, but when you have an entire planet of people who are excellent in using abilities based on the will of their own minds, warfare becomes much more complicated than being stronger than the other person. For the record, warfare didn't bother me. I was born in it and I thrived in it. But it bothered many other people, so somehow the idea that we could collectively surrender the content of our minds to a single source in order to prevent war from ever occurring again caught traction.
I didn't want that and anybody with a brain didn't want it, but those that wanted it outnumbered the ones who didn't, so all those against it were forced into hiding. There were many resistance organizations that formed, but for a long time none were worthy of having me be a part of, so I wandered alone and caused trouble to the best of my ability to prevent the plan from ever coming to fruition. Eventually, I heard about an organization that might be worth looking into. They were led by an 18 year old girl who was more powerful and talented than anyone I had ever met. She was clearly a prodigy and I respected her for that, so I joined. Talented or not, she was still young and inexperienced, so I acted as an adviser and essentially a second-in-command. We succeeded in countless operations and did plenty of good. However, one day we didn't. She got herself killed and I wasn't anywhere near to do anything to prevent it. I was took command and I was more angry than I ever remember being. So I led a small group of soldiers to the headquarters of some of our top adversaries," Iral paused and looked as though he wanted to punch somebody in the mouth. "And it was a bad idea. We fucked up. I fucked up. I was acting on rage and it got my men killed and myself captured. They hated me so much that they would rather have me tortured in this prison than have me killed on the spot to make sure I wouldn't stop them from turning the entire planet into a dictatorship."
Iral released a long, frustrated sigh and looked Jupiter right in the eyes. "So that's my story. I don't belong here. As we speak, the freedom of my people are being taken away and they don't even care. And, more importantly, somebody needs to be avenged. I can't wait to see the look on their faces to see me back on Vulban. The sooner the better."
Jupiter went on to say that he doesn't know what ever became of his family since his being captured and Iral shook his head in a way that indicated that he understood what it was like. "So you're here for defending yourself. That makes sense," he said, knowing that it was his turn to tell him why he was there as courtesy, even though he didn't ask. He stared at the ground for a bit and grunted, unable to figure out where to start or how much to say. Iral was there ultimately because he met defeat and he wasn't accustomed to experiencing it, especially in the manner that he did. "Well... unlike me, a lot of my people have powers that involve using their minds. They have waged war among each other since Vulban's inception and after a while they got really damn good at it. This isn't unique to other planets, but when you have an entire planet of people who are excellent in using abilities based on the will of their own minds, warfare becomes much more complicated than being stronger than the other person. For the record, warfare didn't bother me. I was born in it and I thrived in it. But it bothered many other people, so somehow the idea that we could collectively surrender the content of our minds to a single source in order to prevent war from ever occurring again caught traction.
I didn't want that and anybody with a brain didn't want it, but those that wanted it outnumbered the ones who didn't, so all those against it were forced into hiding. There were many resistance organizations that formed, but for a long time none were worthy of having me be a part of, so I wandered alone and caused trouble to the best of my ability to prevent the plan from ever coming to fruition. Eventually, I heard about an organization that might be worth looking into. They were led by an 18 year old girl who was more powerful and talented than anyone I had ever met. She was clearly a prodigy and I respected her for that, so I joined. Talented or not, she was still young and inexperienced, so I acted as an adviser and essentially a second-in-command. We succeeded in countless operations and did plenty of good. However, one day we didn't. She got herself killed and I wasn't anywhere near to do anything to prevent it. I was took command and I was more angry than I ever remember being. So I led a small group of soldiers to the headquarters of some of our top adversaries," Iral paused and looked as though he wanted to punch somebody in the mouth. "And it was a bad idea. We fucked up. I fucked up. I was acting on rage and it got my men killed and myself captured. They hated me so much that they would rather have me tortured in this prison than have me killed on the spot to make sure I wouldn't stop them from turning the entire planet into a dictatorship."
Iral released a long, frustrated sigh and looked Jupiter right in the eyes. "So that's my story. I don't belong here. As we speak, the freedom of my people are being taken away and they don't even care. And, more importantly, somebody needs to be avenged. I can't wait to see the look on their faces to see me back on Vulban. The sooner the better."
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