Don't worry! We're approaching an action scene now, which means detailed, but short posts while the other posts in retaliation/response. I do want a faster reply rate though. 2 days apart for an action post is tough on the energy and momentum
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- A Linguistics major at the Chinese University of Hong Kong, specializing in multilingual acquisition and education
- A simultaneous, functional trilingual of Cantonese, English, and Tagalog - now learning Mandarin and Hong Kong Sign Language
- A bookworm, preferring science fiction and science-fantasy. Brandon Sanderson is a god
- A dancer, dabbling in Hip Hop, Jazz Funk, and Ballroom Dancing
- A pathetic excuse of a polymath, with interests in engineering, physics, chemistry, environmental science, politics, history, anthropology, law, and Art
- A dabbler in learning the guzheng and basketball
- A music enthusiast who will literally listen to anything
I'm too busy for my own good. LOL
- A simultaneous, functional trilingual of Cantonese, English, and Tagalog - now learning Mandarin and Hong Kong Sign Language
- A bookworm, preferring science fiction and science-fantasy. Brandon Sanderson is a god
- A dancer, dabbling in Hip Hop, Jazz Funk, and Ballroom Dancing
- A pathetic excuse of a polymath, with interests in engineering, physics, chemistry, environmental science, politics, history, anthropology, law, and Art
- A dabbler in learning the guzheng and basketball
- A music enthusiast who will literally listen to anything
I'm too busy for my own good. LOL
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Hahaha! Writing about Cambodia makes me miss the country so much
"Our agent is well-disciplined, and will report back anything immediately."
The video conference had ended. One by one the faces disappeared from Maria's laptop and everyone resumed their operations of handling this shit-storm. There were now reports of people protesting outside the Turkmenistan government building - and some have resorted to violence with tipped-over cars, petrol bombs, and aggressive behaviour. The people are scared. At this point, people don't want to know why this creature came into existence, but more really they want to know that they can get rid of it.
However, there is a problem. The Russian respondent lied; Andjela is not well-disciplined. She is a ruthless loose cannon. She's armed to the teeth with the old wartime bases and bunkers littering old Soviet Russian lands. There's probably another shitstorm coming.
Andjela was in the hallway of an old house. Its brick walls provided reliable warmth for those inhabiting the place. She noted the door all the way to the back of the house, as well as the staircase leading to another floor upstairs, and the basement door in the far wall. The few people that had been staying in when Andjela entered had either scuffled back to their rooms, unable to escape through the front door. Let them handle their business, they must have thought. They wouldn't dare interrupt her, not when her blade was against the landowner's throat.
"Соседи сказали, что вы уже выходя из вашего пути, чтобы ухаживать за кем-то; вы пропустили собрание, ваши ежедневные прогулки ...
Где они? | The neighbours have said you've been going out of your way to care for someone; you missed a gathering, your daily walk...
Where are they? "
The landowner, who omitted a foul, drunken odour, cigarette bud fallen from his fingers, afraid to speak as his stubbly throat pressed against the sharp edge of the blade, replied carefully:
"Я не знаю, о чем вы говорите! | I don't know what you're talking about!"
Andjela smirked, knowing fully well he was lying. She dragged him to the kitchen, shoving him to the ground as she searched the area for clues. Her eyes caught the trash bin - and the blood-soaked gauze and bandages the landowner must have forgot about.
"Ушиблись, у нас сейчас? | Hurt yourself, have we now?"
His eyes were wide and scared, his body trembling with the chill of the harsh weather, and the nearing of the end of his life. He barely registered the blade flying toward him as it pierced his left eye and into his frontal lobe.
She slowly crept her way to the staircase to start scouring the rooms. Anyone smart now would have betrayed the three targets now. Fortunately, an old couple were perched on the top step, yelling at the top of their lungs:
"Они внизу! В подвале! Пожалуйста, не убивайте нас! | They're downstairs! In the basement! Please don't kill us!"
She kicked the basement door open, and chucked a flame grenade inside. Targets be damned.
Dara woke up and rolled to the empty side of her bed. Thy had woken up early and had probably gone outside. She climbed out of the bed, and took the twin's slippers. Really it should just be called her slippers, because Thy almost always goes barefoot anyway. She hadn't forgotten about her dad in the middle of the night, and as she walked to their living room she prepared herself to talk to him. Instead, she found that there was food prepared on the rickety table, and no dad to be seen. Used pans and cutlery was evidence that he had cooked and left early. They ought to discuss it tonight instead, for dad must be trying to find some way to solve their predicament.
The twins were about 11 years old but they were already very self-sufficient and mature for their age. Leaving them to stay at home alone and play outside in the neighbourhood wasn't uncommon, and their neighbours had gotten used to it. Dara walked to feel the bright sun baking on her dark skin. Her eyes adjusted to the dirt and mud-covered roads, the Cambodian infrastructure not very well-developed in Siem Reap, despite being a tourist spot. Only the inner city was urbanized, whereas the rural areas remained rural and will probably remain rural for quite a while. Potholes and cracks were present, and there were more motorcycles than cars for better manuveourability in these bumpy roads. Rubbish and wildlife littered the sides of the roads, no streets or pavements bordering the people from the vehicles. Everyone had the mind of minding where everything was, and it was fairly safe. Dara walked to the empty lot that the twins frequented, not surprised to see Thy there playing with himself in a dirt mount that was as tall as a man.
Dara reached out to Thy's mind and spoke telepathically:
"ដែលជាកន្លែងដែលឪពុកជាអ្វី? | Where is dad?"
Unlike Dara, Thy cannot speak telepathically, and spoke out loud:
"លោកថ្លែងថាលោកកំពុងតែស្វែងរកជំនួយមួយចំនួនដើម្បីជួសជុលរ៉ឺម៉កម៉ូតូកង់បី។ គាត់បានប្រាប់ខ្ញុំពីអ្វីដែលបានកើតឡើងនៅព្រឹកនេះ។ | He said he's looking for some help to fix the tuk-tuk. He told me what happened this morning."
Dara was just behind Thy when she saw him perform his gift from the Gods:
For a ripe young age, Thy possesses an incredibly powerful Earth manipulation - meaning he has control over the earth and any earthen material whatsoever. The twins found that Thy can only do this if he has contact with any earthen material, thus his accustomed state of going barefoot. It had first been slight: being able to shift the soil and sand under his feet, to being able to locate and manipulate metals touching the earth or buried within, to being able to manipulate actual bones and fossils. Many things have earthen materials in them, and Thy has shown that he can control them. What Thy was doing now was reanimating the fossil of a dog's skeleton, the gaps filled in with compacted soil, controlling this terra-reanimated animal.
There was no school today, so Dara and Thy looked to spend the afternoon looking at what else they could do. They feel great power within them, but they had to learn how to use it.
The video conference had ended. One by one the faces disappeared from Maria's laptop and everyone resumed their operations of handling this shit-storm. There were now reports of people protesting outside the Turkmenistan government building - and some have resorted to violence with tipped-over cars, petrol bombs, and aggressive behaviour. The people are scared. At this point, people don't want to know why this creature came into existence, but more really they want to know that they can get rid of it.
However, there is a problem. The Russian respondent lied; Andjela is not well-disciplined. She is a ruthless loose cannon. She's armed to the teeth with the old wartime bases and bunkers littering old Soviet Russian lands. There's probably another shitstorm coming.
Andjela was in the hallway of an old house. Its brick walls provided reliable warmth for those inhabiting the place. She noted the door all the way to the back of the house, as well as the staircase leading to another floor upstairs, and the basement door in the far wall. The few people that had been staying in when Andjela entered had either scuffled back to their rooms, unable to escape through the front door. Let them handle their business, they must have thought. They wouldn't dare interrupt her, not when her blade was against the landowner's throat.
"Соседи сказали, что вы уже выходя из вашего пути, чтобы ухаживать за кем-то; вы пропустили собрание, ваши ежедневные прогулки ...
Где они? | The neighbours have said you've been going out of your way to care for someone; you missed a gathering, your daily walk...
Where are they? "
The landowner, who omitted a foul, drunken odour, cigarette bud fallen from his fingers, afraid to speak as his stubbly throat pressed against the sharp edge of the blade, replied carefully:
"Я не знаю, о чем вы говорите! | I don't know what you're talking about!"
Andjela smirked, knowing fully well he was lying. She dragged him to the kitchen, shoving him to the ground as she searched the area for clues. Her eyes caught the trash bin - and the blood-soaked gauze and bandages the landowner must have forgot about.
"Ушиблись, у нас сейчас? | Hurt yourself, have we now?"
His eyes were wide and scared, his body trembling with the chill of the harsh weather, and the nearing of the end of his life. He barely registered the blade flying toward him as it pierced his left eye and into his frontal lobe.
She slowly crept her way to the staircase to start scouring the rooms. Anyone smart now would have betrayed the three targets now. Fortunately, an old couple were perched on the top step, yelling at the top of their lungs:
"Они внизу! В подвале! Пожалуйста, не убивайте нас! | They're downstairs! In the basement! Please don't kill us!"
She kicked the basement door open, and chucked a flame grenade inside. Targets be damned.
Dara woke up and rolled to the empty side of her bed. Thy had woken up early and had probably gone outside. She climbed out of the bed, and took the twin's slippers. Really it should just be called her slippers, because Thy almost always goes barefoot anyway. She hadn't forgotten about her dad in the middle of the night, and as she walked to their living room she prepared herself to talk to him. Instead, she found that there was food prepared on the rickety table, and no dad to be seen. Used pans and cutlery was evidence that he had cooked and left early. They ought to discuss it tonight instead, for dad must be trying to find some way to solve their predicament.
The twins were about 11 years old but they were already very self-sufficient and mature for their age. Leaving them to stay at home alone and play outside in the neighbourhood wasn't uncommon, and their neighbours had gotten used to it. Dara walked to feel the bright sun baking on her dark skin. Her eyes adjusted to the dirt and mud-covered roads, the Cambodian infrastructure not very well-developed in Siem Reap, despite being a tourist spot. Only the inner city was urbanized, whereas the rural areas remained rural and will probably remain rural for quite a while. Potholes and cracks were present, and there were more motorcycles than cars for better manuveourability in these bumpy roads. Rubbish and wildlife littered the sides of the roads, no streets or pavements bordering the people from the vehicles. Everyone had the mind of minding where everything was, and it was fairly safe. Dara walked to the empty lot that the twins frequented, not surprised to see Thy there playing with himself in a dirt mount that was as tall as a man.
Dara reached out to Thy's mind and spoke telepathically:
"ដែលជាកន្លែងដែលឪពុកជាអ្វី? | Where is dad?"
Unlike Dara, Thy cannot speak telepathically, and spoke out loud:
"លោកថ្លែងថាលោកកំពុងតែស្វែងរកជំនួយមួយចំនួនដើម្បីជួសជុលរ៉ឺម៉កម៉ូតូកង់បី។ គាត់បានប្រាប់ខ្ញុំពីអ្វីដែលបានកើតឡើងនៅព្រឹកនេះ។ | He said he's looking for some help to fix the tuk-tuk. He told me what happened this morning."
Dara was just behind Thy when she saw him perform his gift from the Gods:
For a ripe young age, Thy possesses an incredibly powerful Earth manipulation - meaning he has control over the earth and any earthen material whatsoever. The twins found that Thy can only do this if he has contact with any earthen material, thus his accustomed state of going barefoot. It had first been slight: being able to shift the soil and sand under his feet, to being able to locate and manipulate metals touching the earth or buried within, to being able to manipulate actual bones and fossils. Many things have earthen materials in them, and Thy has shown that he can control them. What Thy was doing now was reanimating the fossil of a dog's skeleton, the gaps filled in with compacted soil, controlling this terra-reanimated animal.
There was no school today, so Dara and Thy looked to spend the afternoon looking at what else they could do. They feel great power within them, but they had to learn how to use it.
Wowwwww
That's pretty good hahahhaa, must be a busy mind you have there
That's pretty good hahahhaa, must be a busy mind you have there
How many RPs are you a part of now? :o How many of those are you heading? xD
By the way, I chose Cambodia as a place of origin for my twins because as you may remember I was there recently. My memories of that place are still fresh, and I want to share as much of the eye-opening experiences I had there with you haha
By the way, I chose Cambodia as a place of origin for my twins because as you may remember I was there recently. My memories of that place are still fresh, and I want to share as much of the eye-opening experiences I had there with you haha
It's fine!
I'll do a post on the twins on the next post, I'm sorry!
I'll do a post on the twins on the next post, I'm sorry!
For a long time, Gershwin did not reply. They were both right and wrong at the same time. She did have a right and obligation to live... but she doubted that they could begin to comprehend... the volatility of just walking out the front door. If anything, Gershwin thought she was being selfless by opting not to be with them. For now, she'll go along with them - but in protest, and in extreme exercise for caution.
"Okay," she said tersely, "but out of all of us, you need the most to rest, Agent Caits. Besides, we're in Russia - the biggest country in the world. They could be looking for us here, and we'd be gone before they know it."
All the respondents fell silent. One could slice the air with the tension so tangible and suffocating in this moment. The Russian respondent was first to speak:
"Our information tells us the two Subjects and one Agent are most likely within the Russian and Chinese borders, as was ordered by your right hand's direction." That was a remark to Viccar who did a lot of the action for Maria.
"I have liaised with the Chinese government and have isolated the possible areas to be within the Southern borders, in Novokuznetsk near Mongolia. The border and sea patrol have reported no sign of them, so they must still be within the southern tip."
The Chinese respondent added: "Our borders have not seen them either."
The Russian respondent concluded the event with: "One of our Agents is currently in the town where the three targets might be. Her current orders are to monitor and convey information back to us, and to you. Are there any instructions for us or our Agent?"
Andjela had a keen ear to listen in to conversations, and a modest, nonthreatening look entrusted by her "fellow community members." She was a part of the society, but she had no connection whatsoever to them in terms of emotional ties. She could not give a damn if she had to kill off some and have to move on and assume another identity. A lot of Agents had morals and let intuition and instinct guide them. FOr her, they'd be lucky to find some semblance of a heart in her. She was to the books.
She was closing in on her third building owner for the day, and was about to execute her plan of "punch first, ask questions while punching" to find the three targets. She could tell she was close. Each consecutive one would tell her that this one owner in a ramshackle building was acting differently from usual; but it didn't hurt to be sure.
"Okay," she said tersely, "but out of all of us, you need the most to rest, Agent Caits. Besides, we're in Russia - the biggest country in the world. They could be looking for us here, and we'd be gone before they know it."
All the respondents fell silent. One could slice the air with the tension so tangible and suffocating in this moment. The Russian respondent was first to speak:
"Our information tells us the two Subjects and one Agent are most likely within the Russian and Chinese borders, as was ordered by your right hand's direction." That was a remark to Viccar who did a lot of the action for Maria.
"I have liaised with the Chinese government and have isolated the possible areas to be within the Southern borders, in Novokuznetsk near Mongolia. The border and sea patrol have reported no sign of them, so they must still be within the southern tip."
The Chinese respondent added: "Our borders have not seen them either."
The Russian respondent concluded the event with: "One of our Agents is currently in the town where the three targets might be. Her current orders are to monitor and convey information back to us, and to you. Are there any instructions for us or our Agent?"
Andjela had a keen ear to listen in to conversations, and a modest, nonthreatening look entrusted by her "fellow community members." She was a part of the society, but she had no connection whatsoever to them in terms of emotional ties. She could not give a damn if she had to kill off some and have to move on and assume another identity. A lot of Agents had morals and let intuition and instinct guide them. FOr her, they'd be lucky to find some semblance of a heart in her. She was to the books.
She was closing in on her third building owner for the day, and was about to execute her plan of "punch first, ask questions while punching" to find the three targets. She could tell she was close. Each consecutive one would tell her that this one owner in a ramshackle building was acting differently from usual; but it didn't hurt to be sure.
I'll do a post about the twins after your post. I can't wait for you to see what the brother does!
Gershwin recoiled and almost collapsed in her sudden rush of melancholy.
"No! I mean, no, not yet - not when your condition is like this. I still don't feel like myself.."
"Hah. Who am I kidding? I got us out of the facility, you said? I flung you out, Agent Caits? What even am I...?"
She walked back to the sweat-soaked bed and laid there.
"If you guys do decide to go, leave me here. I'm not going. I'm not... I'm too dangerous to be out there. Hell, I'll walk out right now and freeze myself to death. Or is that going to trigger me too?
Fuck me."
Readying herself, she switched the computer channel feed to 15, and up came the different representatives of four major political world powers. Apparently they had begun arguing with each other before the appointed time. Some took video conference's feature of seeing the person face-to-face literally, and stuck their greasy, angry faces right at the monitors. When Maria's video feed came through to their ends, they ceased their bickering, but only temporarily:
"Madame," they all said in unison.
The French spokesperson began with an irate speech he most likely prepared:
"How are we now into tracking down the monster?"
"Asset." The Chinese spokesperson interrupted.
"It's not exactly an asset anymore if it's caused damage and is terrorizing everyone and everything around the world."
"Yet we're not exactly going to get rid of that thing completely - not without extracting what we can out of it," the Chinese spokesperson retorted.
"We can't be seen trying to subdue and keep the monster, however. That will only turn the public face against all of us," the US spokesperson tried to reason. His intentions were unclear, but his goals were certainly for the US gain.
"Never-mind the militarization of the powers of this beast. We can't deny that we have much to learn from its very existence. It could bring light to many of our folklores and legends in history. Consider the advances in how we understand evolution and animal genetics!"
"It's not a fucking animal. It's a monster, you drunken fool. That thing looked like it came straight out of Hell and you're talking about genetics?" The French daringly said to the Russian.
"Ты гребаный мудак. | You fucking asshole"
"I don't speak Russian you vodka-slurping couillon."
"That's enough, gentleman. Let's settle thi-"
"You're enough. You Americans are always looking out for your own end. First it's both World Wars, then it's the Middle East conflicts. Now this? Why don't you grow some actual balls instead of buying from us?" The Chinese berated.
Clearly this was not going anywhere.
"No! I mean, no, not yet - not when your condition is like this. I still don't feel like myself.."
"Hah. Who am I kidding? I got us out of the facility, you said? I flung you out, Agent Caits? What even am I...?"
She walked back to the sweat-soaked bed and laid there.
"If you guys do decide to go, leave me here. I'm not going. I'm not... I'm too dangerous to be out there. Hell, I'll walk out right now and freeze myself to death. Or is that going to trigger me too?
Fuck me."
Readying herself, she switched the computer channel feed to 15, and up came the different representatives of four major political world powers. Apparently they had begun arguing with each other before the appointed time. Some took video conference's feature of seeing the person face-to-face literally, and stuck their greasy, angry faces right at the monitors. When Maria's video feed came through to their ends, they ceased their bickering, but only temporarily:
"Madame," they all said in unison.
The French spokesperson began with an irate speech he most likely prepared:
"How are we now into tracking down the monster?"
"Asset." The Chinese spokesperson interrupted.
"It's not exactly an asset anymore if it's caused damage and is terrorizing everyone and everything around the world."
"Yet we're not exactly going to get rid of that thing completely - not without extracting what we can out of it," the Chinese spokesperson retorted.
"We can't be seen trying to subdue and keep the monster, however. That will only turn the public face against all of us," the US spokesperson tried to reason. His intentions were unclear, but his goals were certainly for the US gain.
"Never-mind the militarization of the powers of this beast. We can't deny that we have much to learn from its very existence. It could bring light to many of our folklores and legends in history. Consider the advances in how we understand evolution and animal genetics!"
"It's not a fucking animal. It's a monster, you drunken fool. That thing looked like it came straight out of Hell and you're talking about genetics?" The French daringly said to the Russian.
"Ты гребаный мудак. | You fucking asshole"
"I don't speak Russian you vodka-slurping couillon."
"That's enough, gentleman. Let's settle thi-"
"You're enough. You Americans are always looking out for your own end. First it's both World Wars, then it's the Middle East conflicts. Now this? Why don't you grow some actual balls instead of buying from us?" The Chinese berated.
Clearly this was not going anywhere.
I finally get like 3 straight days off from work...
So happy hahaha
So happy hahaha
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