Sooo change of plans. I may not be able to write until later or tomorrow because we're having a crisis situation. It's possibly not safe for us to be home today, so we're staying with friends until things calm down again.
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I like that idea! It could tie all of that together nicely.
And I'll get a post up later today! Our church finally reopened for the first time since March, so the squad is all going and then getting lunch together afterwards ^^ It's exciting. Our county is down to just 60-70 cases per week (even less for our city) so things are pretty safe again.
And I'll get a post up later today! Our church finally reopened for the first time since March, so the squad is all going and then getting lunch together afterwards ^^ It's exciting. Our county is down to just 60-70 cases per week (even less for our city) so things are pretty safe again.
They’re really good! It’s been like 3-4 years since the last time I watched the movies, so it’s fun to go through them again.
We'll be starting the Harry Potter series! Definitely won't finish all of the movies today, but we've been wanting to go through them for a while.
I managed to get one more done today. That'll be my last one for now though because I'm going to a friend's house to watch a movie soon!
After another few hours of rest, Azdrei’in awoke during what he guessed was probably late morning, if the day cycles on the Earth were anything like the ones that his people had simulated on their ship. He sat up, a little groggy, and exposed his sharp fanged teeth in a yawn. Taking in the room, he marveled again at how strange his experience on this new planet was already turning out to be. When he’d been assigned to join the Yihai, he had expected to spend his time exploring unfamiliar terrain, exterminating threats and finding prey to hunt, then returning to his personal craft to sleep whenever he needed to rest. Instead, he was practically living with an Earthling while his commanders discussed what to do with her on the mothership.
Orders were orders though, and he wasn’t unhappy with his new task of keeping watch over the human he’d found. She was eager enough to communicate with him and had exhibited no violent tendencies, even when he’d actively hooked his claws around her throat. Coupled with his own interest in what her species was like before they had been all but killed off, he doubted he would get bored of spending most of his time in her company. Now that he’d found a way to better learn her language, he was hopeful that they would cover more ground if they conversed again too. His word bank had improved decently overnight, and he felt like he grasped the structure of the sentences.
Too tired to bother washing off the remnants of his hunt before he’d fallen asleep, he noticed that there was some dried blood stuck to his clothes and hands and jaw, so he first went into the adjoining room—bathroom, as he’d since learned from the little screen—to use the water from the shower to rinse off his face and scrub the dark red stains from his palms. If he’d had another set of clothes to change into, he would have stripped off the dirtied garments too, but unfortunately, this was all he’d taken with him. He would just have to learn to be cleaner the next time he went hunting, so he wouldn’t stain the white top more than he already had.
Satisfied with his reflection in the mirror, he strode out of the bedroom Artemis had lent to him and made his way out to the common area, where he could hear the low sound of voices. For a second, he wondered if there were other humans with her now, but he didn’t sense any other creatures in the room large enough to be Earthlings, so he cast the thought aside. It seemed that she was just watching another video by herself.
As he stepped into the room, Azdrei’in spotted Artemis sitting at the tall counter with a recently finished bowl, her attention fixed on a screen that was playing something that looked like a recording. She had changed clothes, no longer wearing the shirt and pants that she’d had on before she had gone to sleep. He observed her quietly, taking the opportunity to study her exotic features before she’d noticed his presence.
Her coloration was the most interesting detail to him. It felt peculiar to look at a being that so closely resembled his own people but had delicate, pinkish skin, orange-red hair and bright green eyes. Everything about her was more fragile than a Lunvalgan female too. She was like a babe of his own kind, lacking the fangs and claws they developed when they achieved adulthood. The missing built-in weapons made her seem weak, but he knew better than to assume she was incapable of protecting herself. After all, she had hit him over the head when he’d tried to track her down the first time. What she lacked in sharp ends, she made up for with a quick wit. The faint ache in the back of his skull was a reminder of that that he wouldn’t soon forget.
Crossing the rest of the distance between them, he approached her from behind and leaned over the table next to her, folding his arms on the surface as he fixed his gaze on the same screen she was watching. At first, he’d thought she was looking at a recording, but he quickly assessed that it was another fictional story, since the humans and other creatures on the screen were in outer space. His commanders had told him that Earthlings didn’t seem to have achieved the ability to explore the cosmos like his people had, so the video was probably fake.
He turned away from the screen to look at her instead, deciding to test out his communicative abilities now that he’d memorized more of her language. “Good morning, Artemis,” he greeted her first, using the words he’d learned that humans used after they woke up. His speech was still accented, since he couldn’t quite mimic the way her kind spoke, but he was much more articulate than before. “I talked to my leader at night. She is waiting, and I am waiting to be told what to do with you; but it is agreed I should not kill you.”
Orders were orders though, and he wasn’t unhappy with his new task of keeping watch over the human he’d found. She was eager enough to communicate with him and had exhibited no violent tendencies, even when he’d actively hooked his claws around her throat. Coupled with his own interest in what her species was like before they had been all but killed off, he doubted he would get bored of spending most of his time in her company. Now that he’d found a way to better learn her language, he was hopeful that they would cover more ground if they conversed again too. His word bank had improved decently overnight, and he felt like he grasped the structure of the sentences.
Too tired to bother washing off the remnants of his hunt before he’d fallen asleep, he noticed that there was some dried blood stuck to his clothes and hands and jaw, so he first went into the adjoining room—bathroom, as he’d since learned from the little screen—to use the water from the shower to rinse off his face and scrub the dark red stains from his palms. If he’d had another set of clothes to change into, he would have stripped off the dirtied garments too, but unfortunately, this was all he’d taken with him. He would just have to learn to be cleaner the next time he went hunting, so he wouldn’t stain the white top more than he already had.
Satisfied with his reflection in the mirror, he strode out of the bedroom Artemis had lent to him and made his way out to the common area, where he could hear the low sound of voices. For a second, he wondered if there were other humans with her now, but he didn’t sense any other creatures in the room large enough to be Earthlings, so he cast the thought aside. It seemed that she was just watching another video by herself.
As he stepped into the room, Azdrei’in spotted Artemis sitting at the tall counter with a recently finished bowl, her attention fixed on a screen that was playing something that looked like a recording. She had changed clothes, no longer wearing the shirt and pants that she’d had on before she had gone to sleep. He observed her quietly, taking the opportunity to study her exotic features before she’d noticed his presence.
Her coloration was the most interesting detail to him. It felt peculiar to look at a being that so closely resembled his own people but had delicate, pinkish skin, orange-red hair and bright green eyes. Everything about her was more fragile than a Lunvalgan female too. She was like a babe of his own kind, lacking the fangs and claws they developed when they achieved adulthood. The missing built-in weapons made her seem weak, but he knew better than to assume she was incapable of protecting herself. After all, she had hit him over the head when he’d tried to track her down the first time. What she lacked in sharp ends, she made up for with a quick wit. The faint ache in the back of his skull was a reminder of that that he wouldn’t soon forget.
Crossing the rest of the distance between them, he approached her from behind and leaned over the table next to her, folding his arms on the surface as he fixed his gaze on the same screen she was watching. At first, he’d thought she was looking at a recording, but he quickly assessed that it was another fictional story, since the humans and other creatures on the screen were in outer space. His commanders had told him that Earthlings didn’t seem to have achieved the ability to explore the cosmos like his people had, so the video was probably fake.
He turned away from the screen to look at her instead, deciding to test out his communicative abilities now that he’d memorized more of her language. “Good morning, Artemis,” he greeted her first, using the words he’d learned that humans used after they woke up. His speech was still accented, since he couldn’t quite mimic the way her kind spoke, but he was much more articulate than before. “I talked to my leader at night. She is waiting, and I am waiting to be told what to do with you; but it is agreed I should not kill you.”
No worries! I prefer quality over quantity, so don't feel like you need to add a lot of fluff to match the length of my post :)
That post ended up being super long, but I'm finally done! Azdrei'in had a very busy night, haha. He'll be more fluent in English the next time he and Artemis talk though, which she'll probably love :)
Azdrei’in watched as Artemis gave him what seemed to be an entrance key to the door of her living quarters, taking in one last piece of important information before he veritably shut down for the day. It was interesting to him that humans used codes to open locks. His people preferred bio scanners that worked on hands, faces or eyes. He didn’t feel like explaining that to her though, so instead of sharing a mental image, he leaned into the cushioned back of the furniture he was sitting on and closed his eyes to relax.
When she left, he realized idly that she could escape from him while she was gone. If there was any part of her that was determined to survive, it was the perfect opportunity for her to run away. Just because he had deemed that she wasn’t a threat didn’t mean he trusted her wholeheartedly, so, while she was gone, he passively tracked her heat signature to make sure she didn’t disappear beyond the radius that he could sense. If she did, he wouldn’t hesitate to get up and go after her. Because of her knowledge about fertility treatments, he wouldn’t kill her, but he wouldn’t allow her to leave now that she’d made herself valuable to him either.
Fortunately, there was no need for drastic measures. Artemis didn’t wander too far, and before long she had returned with his communication device inside of a cage. The sight was amusing to him, a creative solution, and he looked up at her with a hint of interest before removing the piece of Lunvalgan technology from its holding.
The following gestures she made were ones he understood as beckoning, so even though he was tired, he reluctantly indulged her by standing up to see what it was that she wanted to show him this time. Ambling along to a different room, he was mildly surprised to find that she had taken him to a space designated for sleeping. He’d thought she would have left him on the other furniture, since that was where he’d woken up the first time. He stepped over to the bed, which was quite a bit larger than the one in his quarters on the mothership. It looked softer too, and he was suddenly eager to find out how comfortable it would be to lay down on.
First, though, he let Artemis show him the attached room, where he watched as she demonstrated the use of a system he’d never seen before. He studied the “shower” curiously. It looked like it was designed for the purpose of bathing, but he’d never seen an upright bath before. His kind used pools of water to cleanse themselves of dirt and grime as needed, often in a shared space separated by sex, so they could conserve the precious resource. He supposed humans wouldn’t have the same need, since their planet was covered by so much of it, but he was still intrigued by the design of the system.
Once he was alone, he strolled back over to the bed and collapsed onto it tiredly, his first order of business being to get some sleep after the incredibly long day. The human hadn’t killed him earlier, so he felt fairly confident that he was safe enough to rest without fear of being murdered in his sleep. Between the plush surface underneath him and the mental fatigue of learning so much in the span of a few hours, it took no time at all before he’d drifted off into a light slumber.
Like the rest of his kind, he didn’t remain unconscious through the entire night though. After some time, while it was still dark beyond the human’s hideout, he stirred, drawn back to wakefulness by his empty stomach. He stretched languidly on the bed and sat up, gathering his bearings before he eased himself to his feet. His vision during the night was equally as clear as it was during the day, so he located the door in spite of the lack of light in the room and strode back out to the common space. With the artificial lights turned off, the bioluminescent patterns on his dark skin glowed a soft silvery white, matching the same dim glow of his crystalline irises. On Ashad’te, the genetic feature helped the Lunvalgans blend in with their environments, but on the Earth, it would cause him to stand out inconveniently at night.
Regardless, he was hungry and restless and determined to find something to eat. Artemis had shown him her frozen slabs of cow meat, but he bypassed the freezer and went straight to the door, entering the code she had shown him to get out. He wanted to hunt his own meal, so he went outside to search the area for wild prey, thrilled by the prospect of catching something for the first time.
There were a few animals on the farm, some large like the antelopes the human had showed to him earlier and some small like her bunny. Since he was only out to feed himself, he tracked down the latter, only needing enough meat to fill his stomach for one meal. He found a few tiny creatures in the structure that housed the cows. They had round ears and long tails, with short brown hair that covered their bodies. He easily snatched up two of them after frightening them out of their nest in a wall and then caught a slightly larger beast with a bushy tail and ringed patterns in its hair that he discovered snuffling around the outside of the building.
The fresh meat was immensely more satisfying than the supplements he’d been fed on the Lunvalgan ship, both in taste and texture. By the time he’d finished his hunt, he sauntered back to the human’s hideout with a pleasantly full stomach and the lingering metallic taste of blood on his tongue.
On his way to the door, he decided to take a moment to report back to his commanders now that he had his communication device back. He hitched the piece to his ear and pressed down on the transmitter, relieved to find that he had a clear signal. “This is Azdrei’in, reporting,” he spoke into the receiver, stopping just outside the structure to lean against the wall while he checked in with the mothership. He didn’t even have to wait before one of the commanders, Zalla, responded.
“Azdrei’in, where have you been?” she asked curtly. “We could not reach you for hours. We considered sending a rescue team to find out if you had been killed.”
“I am fine. I just lost track of time,” he replied, choosing not to admit that a human had knocked him out for a while and stolen his communication device. No harm had been done, so Zalla didn’t need to know about that. “I have made some discoveries that may be of interest to our people though.”
“What do you mean?” Zalla asked.
“I found an Earthling that is still alive,” Azdrei’in explained, idly brushing at a spatter of blood on his clothes from his prey. “It is a female that seems to have been unaffected by Strizin. She has been living in some kind of safehold on a farm by herself, so I am unsure if there are others who have survived as well.”
“There have been multiple reports from the other Yihai of Earthlings who are not dead yet,” Zalla said somewhat jadedly. “You did kill this one, did you not?”
“No. This one is completely unaffected, commander,” he pressed. “It exhibits no signs of mania, uncontrolled impulses or illness. It is not violent either.”
“That does not matter,” Zalla snapped impatiently. “Need I remind you that your orders are to kill all Earthlings you come across? They are a danger to our people and must be eliminated.”
“I understand that,” Azdrei’in exhaled. “However, I have a good reason for keeping this one alive…” And he explained everything Artemis had taught him, reciting the information to the best of his ability. The news that the human was educated about medicine and fertility shocked Zalla, and she reluctantly agreed that he had made the right decision by not killing her right away.
“I will have to look into this,” she mused. “I will pass what you have told me along to the Om’phaers and find out their thoughts on the matter. For now, continue doing what you have been doing, and do not let this Earthling out of your sight. If it is valuable to us, they may want you to bring it back to the ship.”
“I will keep an eye on her, commander,” Azdrei’in said obediently.
The transmission ended, and he entered the code to return to Artemis’s hideout. With nothing left to do, he supposed he could go back to sleep, but as he passed through the common room, he noticed that she had left the small screen out that he had been using to communicate with him earlier. He stopped and studied it. The device seemed to have quite a few different functions, and he wondered if he could learn how it worked if he tried to use it.
Foregoing sleep for now, he picked it up and sat down at the table, fiddling with the screen for a while and pulling up different pages of information written in a language he couldn’t read. It would be difficult for him to effectively learn anything when he didn’t know what all the symbols meant. So, he decided that was his next challenge.
He browsed the device until he came across a feature that read the words on the screen out loud in a feminine voice. From there, he searched for one of the words he had been taught by Artemis by speaking it out loud to the machine. The device picked up his voice and ran a search for “food” (it was the easiest word for him to conceptualize) and he managed to figure out via the disembodied feminine voice that the name of the language he had vocalized was English.
It took some trial and error and awkward fumbling for a while, but eventually, he succeeded in learning the language’s alphabet phonetically and found a source to use to begin studying more words and grammar. He spent the rest of the night refining his knowledge of English until he grew too tired to keep his eyes open anymore and went back to his bed to get some more sleep.
When she left, he realized idly that she could escape from him while she was gone. If there was any part of her that was determined to survive, it was the perfect opportunity for her to run away. Just because he had deemed that she wasn’t a threat didn’t mean he trusted her wholeheartedly, so, while she was gone, he passively tracked her heat signature to make sure she didn’t disappear beyond the radius that he could sense. If she did, he wouldn’t hesitate to get up and go after her. Because of her knowledge about fertility treatments, he wouldn’t kill her, but he wouldn’t allow her to leave now that she’d made herself valuable to him either.
Fortunately, there was no need for drastic measures. Artemis didn’t wander too far, and before long she had returned with his communication device inside of a cage. The sight was amusing to him, a creative solution, and he looked up at her with a hint of interest before removing the piece of Lunvalgan technology from its holding.
The following gestures she made were ones he understood as beckoning, so even though he was tired, he reluctantly indulged her by standing up to see what it was that she wanted to show him this time. Ambling along to a different room, he was mildly surprised to find that she had taken him to a space designated for sleeping. He’d thought she would have left him on the other furniture, since that was where he’d woken up the first time. He stepped over to the bed, which was quite a bit larger than the one in his quarters on the mothership. It looked softer too, and he was suddenly eager to find out how comfortable it would be to lay down on.
First, though, he let Artemis show him the attached room, where he watched as she demonstrated the use of a system he’d never seen before. He studied the “shower” curiously. It looked like it was designed for the purpose of bathing, but he’d never seen an upright bath before. His kind used pools of water to cleanse themselves of dirt and grime as needed, often in a shared space separated by sex, so they could conserve the precious resource. He supposed humans wouldn’t have the same need, since their planet was covered by so much of it, but he was still intrigued by the design of the system.
Once he was alone, he strolled back over to the bed and collapsed onto it tiredly, his first order of business being to get some sleep after the incredibly long day. The human hadn’t killed him earlier, so he felt fairly confident that he was safe enough to rest without fear of being murdered in his sleep. Between the plush surface underneath him and the mental fatigue of learning so much in the span of a few hours, it took no time at all before he’d drifted off into a light slumber.
Like the rest of his kind, he didn’t remain unconscious through the entire night though. After some time, while it was still dark beyond the human’s hideout, he stirred, drawn back to wakefulness by his empty stomach. He stretched languidly on the bed and sat up, gathering his bearings before he eased himself to his feet. His vision during the night was equally as clear as it was during the day, so he located the door in spite of the lack of light in the room and strode back out to the common space. With the artificial lights turned off, the bioluminescent patterns on his dark skin glowed a soft silvery white, matching the same dim glow of his crystalline irises. On Ashad’te, the genetic feature helped the Lunvalgans blend in with their environments, but on the Earth, it would cause him to stand out inconveniently at night.
Regardless, he was hungry and restless and determined to find something to eat. Artemis had shown him her frozen slabs of cow meat, but he bypassed the freezer and went straight to the door, entering the code she had shown him to get out. He wanted to hunt his own meal, so he went outside to search the area for wild prey, thrilled by the prospect of catching something for the first time.
There were a few animals on the farm, some large like the antelopes the human had showed to him earlier and some small like her bunny. Since he was only out to feed himself, he tracked down the latter, only needing enough meat to fill his stomach for one meal. He found a few tiny creatures in the structure that housed the cows. They had round ears and long tails, with short brown hair that covered their bodies. He easily snatched up two of them after frightening them out of their nest in a wall and then caught a slightly larger beast with a bushy tail and ringed patterns in its hair that he discovered snuffling around the outside of the building.
The fresh meat was immensely more satisfying than the supplements he’d been fed on the Lunvalgan ship, both in taste and texture. By the time he’d finished his hunt, he sauntered back to the human’s hideout with a pleasantly full stomach and the lingering metallic taste of blood on his tongue.
On his way to the door, he decided to take a moment to report back to his commanders now that he had his communication device back. He hitched the piece to his ear and pressed down on the transmitter, relieved to find that he had a clear signal. “This is Azdrei’in, reporting,” he spoke into the receiver, stopping just outside the structure to lean against the wall while he checked in with the mothership. He didn’t even have to wait before one of the commanders, Zalla, responded.
“Azdrei’in, where have you been?” she asked curtly. “We could not reach you for hours. We considered sending a rescue team to find out if you had been killed.”
“I am fine. I just lost track of time,” he replied, choosing not to admit that a human had knocked him out for a while and stolen his communication device. No harm had been done, so Zalla didn’t need to know about that. “I have made some discoveries that may be of interest to our people though.”
“What do you mean?” Zalla asked.
“I found an Earthling that is still alive,” Azdrei’in explained, idly brushing at a spatter of blood on his clothes from his prey. “It is a female that seems to have been unaffected by Strizin. She has been living in some kind of safehold on a farm by herself, so I am unsure if there are others who have survived as well.”
“There have been multiple reports from the other Yihai of Earthlings who are not dead yet,” Zalla said somewhat jadedly. “You did kill this one, did you not?”
“No. This one is completely unaffected, commander,” he pressed. “It exhibits no signs of mania, uncontrolled impulses or illness. It is not violent either.”
“That does not matter,” Zalla snapped impatiently. “Need I remind you that your orders are to kill all Earthlings you come across? They are a danger to our people and must be eliminated.”
“I understand that,” Azdrei’in exhaled. “However, I have a good reason for keeping this one alive…” And he explained everything Artemis had taught him, reciting the information to the best of his ability. The news that the human was educated about medicine and fertility shocked Zalla, and she reluctantly agreed that he had made the right decision by not killing her right away.
“I will have to look into this,” she mused. “I will pass what you have told me along to the Om’phaers and find out their thoughts on the matter. For now, continue doing what you have been doing, and do not let this Earthling out of your sight. If it is valuable to us, they may want you to bring it back to the ship.”
“I will keep an eye on her, commander,” Azdrei’in said obediently.
The transmission ended, and he entered the code to return to Artemis’s hideout. With nothing left to do, he supposed he could go back to sleep, but as he passed through the common room, he noticed that she had left the small screen out that he had been using to communicate with him earlier. He stopped and studied it. The device seemed to have quite a few different functions, and he wondered if he could learn how it worked if he tried to use it.
Foregoing sleep for now, he picked it up and sat down at the table, fiddling with the screen for a while and pulling up different pages of information written in a language he couldn’t read. It would be difficult for him to effectively learn anything when he didn’t know what all the symbols meant. So, he decided that was his next challenge.
He browsed the device until he came across a feature that read the words on the screen out loud in a feminine voice. From there, he searched for one of the words he had been taught by Artemis by speaking it out loud to the machine. The device picked up his voice and ran a search for “food” (it was the easiest word for him to conceptualize) and he managed to figure out via the disembodied feminine voice that the name of the language he had vocalized was English.
It took some trial and error and awkward fumbling for a while, but eventually, he succeeded in learning the language’s alphabet phonetically and found a source to use to begin studying more words and grammar. He spent the rest of the night refining his knowledge of English until he grew too tired to keep his eyes open anymore and went back to his bed to get some more sleep.
Yeah, I think that makes sense. He'd probably end up blackmailing Iris too by bluffing that he has a way to just kill Caspian and will do it if she doesn't leave the capital to meet with him. Security cracked down heavily, so it would be just about impossible for him to get inside the city to take her at that point. He'd have to trick her into coming to him and leaving the safety of the city.
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