Amy stood still, dumbfounded. She had absolutely no idea what this woman was saying to her still, and clearly couldn't communicate with her. Unfortunately, the only other thing she knew she could do was make people feel really uncomfortable. Unfortunately for her, that wouldn't be useful, even if she wasn't doing that already, without using any gifts. And she didn't even know what language she was speaking. In her almost seventy years with the SBD, she had never heard it. Or more precisely, she had never learned what it was; she'd heard it before coming from some of the holding cells. Very specific holding cells, and she hoped that this woman wasn't one of...those.
The woman yelled something at her before apparently charging her and falling to the ground. The next noises were probably curses or anger, but she didn't seem to be targeting it at Amy. By the time she turned around to see what it was, though, it was already gone, dispatched by a thrown sword. She turned back around, and snapped her fingers, her fingers suddenly on the brim of a stetson, the other hand buried in the pocket of an also instantly-appearing duster, both what she considered 'on-the-job-apparel'. She smiled confidently. "So, let's see about getting you a place to stay. Not that you have any idea what I'm saying. Still assuming you don't, because I don't understand you. Well, follow me. I'll take you home with me for the night and bring you to the SBD in the morning." She walked toward the edge of the rooftop and held her arms out before turning around and looking at the other woman. "Try not to land on anything." She leapt backward and fell slowly for a few second before ust teleporting to the ground below on her feet: an unoccupied alley.
She'd ended up a couple blocks farther from her home than before she found the other woman, and she wasn't looking forward to walking all the way back. Whatever she is, she'd better make this up to me. I'm not in the habit of letting strangers stay with me. She wasn't entirely sure what the other woman was going to sleep on. And she'd have a lot of fun trying to relieve herself; Amy'd broken the toilet one night in anger, then disassembled it to make a porcelain and brass candelabra. Honestly, she wasn't sure what to feed the woman, either. She'd turned the fridge into a small bed for the neighborhood stray cats. The woman could have tea, though. She had tea. She's only staying the rest of the night. It's not like I have to keep her for the rest of her life or anything. She didn't wait at the base of the building for long at all, instead immediately walking away. If the woman was going to follow her, she would, but if she didn't...
Amy stopped almost immediately. She couldn't really let this woman go when she could still be a threat. She'd just have to call an authorized agent to come get her when they got home. They'd be able to find out what language it was, at the very least, and be able to translate it. She started talking, mostly to herself, but it was intended for the other woman, even if she wasn't there yet. "I don't know what you are. I won't lie. But I'm very curious about you. I don't know what laws might apply to you, or what you're capable of. I'm supposed to assume you're a threat on first contact: if not for me, then for the general public." She waited a little longer to see if the woman would come down. If she took too much longer, Amy would have to go up again and look for her.
Dextra jumped slightly before tilting her head to the side in curiosity when a hat and a coat suddenly appeared on the spirit in front of her. That was new to her, but considering where she was she would have to get to used to strange things. For instance she was pretty much having a one sided conversation with someone that was basically dead. She still was having a hard time believing that she was 'talking' with a spirit, she had only ever seen them in the other realm on the rare occasion that they 'accidentally' wondered into her father's territory.
Spirit's made great spies and that was why she found herself casting a wary eye over the one in front of her. She was on Earth yes, but that didn't mean that she could be working for someone. It wasn't as if her existence and travel to the human world was kept secret, especially not after the bit of a mess she made getting here. No doubt she would never hear the end of it from her father whenever they managed to speak with each other again, the man had the memory of an elephant and the stubborn personality of a mule. But that was neither here nor there.
Dextra watched the female ghost carefully, but even though she was a spirit her instincts weren't screaming at her that this person was dangerous. She couldn't sense any malevolence from this being and considering that a ghost was primarily made up of pure energy that was saying something. That was probably one of the few good things about spirits, it was easy to tell which ones wanted to do harm and which ones just wanted to be left alone. Surprisingly it seemed like this one was neither of those things, judging by the way she walked to the edge of the roof, looked back at her and said a few things before jumping down.
Okay so clearly she wanted her to follow her.
Dextra re-sheathed her sword on her back and followed over to the edge of the roof as well, looking down at the female ghost before jumping down. She landed with a hard thud that sent a small vibration through the ground and creaked a few cracks in the concrete underneath her feet. The woman kept on talking and Dextra really wished that she could understand what in the seven hells she was saying, but she was completely stumped and could only nod politely to whatever it was she was saying. Just because she didn't understand if didn't mean she wasn't listening, she was actually listening very intently; focusing on the sound of her voice, the level of it and her tone trying to pick out anything that would make her hackles rise and give her a reason to either turn around and walk away or take out her sword and put the wondering soul where it belonged.
She let her cloak fall around her again as they walked, glad for the extra layer of warmth it gave her from the dropping temperatures in the air. She had never really seen weather before, but if it was one thing her father had taught her it was the fragility of the Earth's energy. She had hoped that she hadn't caused too much of a disturbance when she entered the human world as to cause a sudden change in weather patterns or much, much worse. She was really starting to regret not letting her father open the portal for her, but no she had to try and impress him and show him she was an adult now. Who the hell was she kidding? She was only thirty years old! She may look like an adult, but compared to the rest of the deities she might as well be a waddling toddler.
She shook her head of such thoughts and looked around the area as they walked, keeping her senses open for any signs that this ghost was leading her into a trap. Instead though she lead her straight into one of the smaller buildings compared to the rest of the city. At this point all caution was replaced with a growing sense of curiosity and a little excitement that she would be going into one of these human buildings and seeing what it looked like on the inside.
Originally Posted by Rilla
"If I'm thinking about getting something, and I go back and forth on it constantly. I obviously don't want it."
Originally Posted by Card VII
"Oh, what's that dearie?"
"Oh, it looks like the those booby toonies the kids are into these days."
"You mean those anime things?"
"What? Speak up!"
"YOU MEAN ONE OF THOSE ANIME THINGS?"
"YES, SOME ANIMALS HAVE WINGS"
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, MY RING IS RIGHT HERE"
"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT, I NEVER SING WHILE DRINKING BEER"
Originally Posted by Ozymandias
I'm using America wrong? I'm not a politician.
Originally Posted by Elendra
Humanity is like a mentally handicapped puppy.
It does all it can to make you happy and be a good friend
but it shits on the carpet and eats it, in a repeated cycle, while destroying all your things
And then wonders why people talk to it with a belittling tone.
Originally Posted by CommunistZed
You are a Goddess of Awesomeness, Kuro.
That is all.
Originally Posted by Krinos Solstice
And how badass you are. ;-)
Originally Posted by SherlockHolmes
Honestly, I think the main goal of the parties isn't to do their jobs to fix the country.. It's just that they simply exist at this point to spite one another. They're too busy trying to burry the hatchet in each other to simply just burry the hatchet, period.
Originally Posted by Ozymandias
Oh man, Kuro, like... dude. I love you, man.
Originally Posted by ♠Ace♠
"Some problems are beyond our power to solve."
SO LET'S ASK THE INVISIBLE CLOUD-GENIE!
Originally Posted by Drakell
I just <3 you....
For you are obviously awesome.
Originally Posted by Elendra
Someone who RPs and doesn't think they really belong on any catalog of Spam. Also sees what The Nexerus did there.
Once they entered the building, Amy led her up to the second floor. She'd never really had anyone in her house before, usually meeting people in public and not having any reason to take anyone home. Even when she tried dating, every guy told her she had to eat, and most found it creepy she didn't unless they knew what she was. She made sure to tell them everything that was off limits. But how was she supposed to tell this new person what was off limits and everything that they wouldn't be able to do in her home? She looked around to make sure no one was looking before walking through the closed door to unlock it for the other woman. Had she not known the camera wouldn't see her, and that it didn't work anyway, she'd probably leave a key outside the door somewhere.
Past the door, the room was empty except drawing on the wall itself, including a significant amount of writing -- she always rewrote notes on the wall. She was careful to not mention distinctive sidhe traits when it was avoidable. One of the more recent cases was written out on the wall in front of the door. She had a couple folding chairs on a stand in the corner, and willed them to the middle of the room, where they opened and placed themselves. She walked over and stood behind one. "This is probably the only comfort you'll have. I don't have anywhere for you to sleep, either, but if you have anything you like to do in your spare time, feel free. Meditate, maybe?" She was hopeful that the other woman was peaceful, but it wouldn't really matter; they couldn't understand each other. "I need to call someone better suited to taking care of you. Not sure who could understand you, though."
She walked over to the wall phone, held it to her ear, and rotated the dial, dialing the number to report a new sidhe. She wasn't exactly sure what to say; she usually only dealt with them after they'd done something big that they'd probably go away for. "Hello? I'm not sure what she is, but I found someone. She's in my apartment. No, I'm fine. I- Yes, I'm sure I'm safe. It's not like I can die again, and even if I do, it's-- yes. Dr. Amy Smith, esquire. Yes. I can keep her here for the night, but I don't have much in the way of comforts. I have a sink, a folding chair, and...yeah, that's really it. No, there's not really a need for anyone to pick her up tonight; I can watch her. Just wanted you to know. I'll bring her in tomorrow. But I wouldn't mind someone who could translate what she's saying. I don't even know the language, so I can't even talk to her to keep her entertained. That'll be easier in person, though. But I'll bring her in tomorrow, like I said."
She hung up and teleported into her chair with her legs crossed and her hands folded over her knees. "So, I'm going to bring you to the SBD tomorrow. I figure as long as I keep my voice at just the right tone, you'll understand me well enough. It's not a bad place, and they probably won't do too much to you. They might lock you up, but I doubt it. You seem perfectly harmless, even if you attack the darkness."