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Of Things Beyond My Grasp
Title: Of Things Beyond My Grasp
Location: Stacy; Level Four, The Holy Sepulchre
In the before-now, Renne had heard tales of many gods. Glimpses of creative and destructive entities of awesome power. Someone, long ago, had taught him about a One-God that was all-loving, all-understanding and compassionate.
He had prayed to that and other gods many times before.
Renne still knew next to nothing about it all and such thoughts had crossed his mind as he found himself carefully exploring this massive...place...ship....? He didn't know what, but he knew it was enormous. Vast. Enough that he could explore, be curious. Even try to face down some of the demons of past and present.
Darkness, Darkness, be my blanket
Cover me with the endless night...
The shirt hangs over his left shoulder.
He'd managed to find his way here, to wherever here is. It's indoors, that's agiven, but the quiet of it perplexes, annoys, even frightens him a little. Bare hand/paws and feet patter eerily along the smooth floor.
When he finds himself running into something not-stone surrounding a stone, Renne tries not to proceed any further. The shirt, he pulls off of his shoulder and folds it. Tears well in his eyes as he places it in front of the thing holding the rock.
He'd not prayed in a long time and now, many gods are beseeched alongside the One-God whose name he doesn't know.
Location: Stacy; Level Four, The Holy Sepulchre
In the before-now, Renne had heard tales of many gods. Glimpses of creative and destructive entities of awesome power. Someone, long ago, had taught him about a One-God that was all-loving, all-understanding and compassionate.
He had prayed to that and other gods many times before.
Renne still knew next to nothing about it all and such thoughts had crossed his mind as he found himself carefully exploring this massive...place...ship....? He didn't know what, but he knew it was enormous. Vast. Enough that he could explore, be curious. Even try to face down some of the demons of past and present.
Darkness, Darkness, be my blanket
Cover me with the endless night...
The shirt hangs over his left shoulder.
He'd managed to find his way here, to wherever here is. It's indoors, that's agiven, but the quiet of it perplexes, annoys, even frightens him a little. Bare hand/paws and feet patter eerily along the smooth floor.
When he finds himself running into something not-stone surrounding a stone, Renne tries not to proceed any further. The shirt, he pulls off of his shoulder and folds it. Tears well in his eyes as he places it in front of the thing holding the rock.
He'd not prayed in a long time and now, many gods are beseeched alongside the One-God whose name he doesn't know.
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He paused and folded his arms, waiting for Renne to finish. He knew better than to interrupt a man's prayers.
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The sound/smell of another life-form however, perks the oddity's ears up. It's likely not all too rational, this protective position the oddity takes over a little red shirt but living emotion isn't always in harmony with logic.
Nevermind that any James Kirk or Len McCoy might make a face at this one's addressing to such names.
"Eeee? Wha-t is? Dahm-mit Djihm? Cankie-uhs Djoo-bee?"
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Both ears flick forward, then back, then forward again. Although he leaves the red shirt where he'd put it, the oddity carefully sniff-crawls toward that unfamiliar scent. If he's being stared at, he has practically no idea. And no, he doesn't even try attempting eye contact. Can't, and all.
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"Forgive me, I did not mean to intrude."
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Chirrup. When he's decently near enough, the oddity's head angles down to let his nose have a sniff of this newcomer. Well, maybe he's as new as the oddity. Any which way, the little beastie's quite curious. And it shows.
"Wha-t yeu is?"
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Chirrup. Don't mind him, he's sniffing up a storm here, like a curious dog sniffing at a new Human's ankles. Trill. Not-entirely-human...he gets that. Isn't afraid, in fact is a bit relieved as might be indicated by the slight downward-flop of his ears.
Ironic as it is, he's more terrified of Humans than of any other creature.
Oh, and yes. He'll mutilate any name under any sun.
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It's not human is it? It probably doesn't even have a soul. You could kill it without guilt.
Daimon's brows furrowed as he ignored the thoughts stirred to the surface by his darksoul.
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Well, he tried to say it anyway. His English is, quite clearly, not all that great. Giving one last sniff, the little beastie sits on his big feet in front of the new life-form.
"Yeu is frrrrom wherrrre?"
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"I am from Earth. I was born in the United States of America, Fire Lake Massachusetts to be precise. My father, however, is ruler of Hell."
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Two chirps, then a nod. Ruler of Hell? He's actually heard that one before, so there's no expression of terror, or even awe. Just a chirp with an "Oh, okay" tone.
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"Renne? Is that your name?"
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Chirps. An occasional trill. And those ears never seem to stop moving for long.
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Two chirps. Then, yes, a webbed hand/paw extends up to try and offer a handshake. He's familiar enough with Humans to know some things.
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He should say something now, shouldn't he? "If you would- like to be alone right now- I understand."
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"Eee...Rrr-enne ohn-lee thin-k. Trrry, un-derrr-stahn-d thin-gs Hew-mahn do."
Mind, he has no clue about the Sepulchre, none at all.
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Trill. Hand by now lowered, the critter's ears give a flick forward.
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Daimon searched his mind for a name that could have inspired such a bastardization. "It is possible. I am afraid I do not understand your abbreviation of names."
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Give him a second. Ah, right. The whole name. Got it. He may mutilate names but his memory? Quite sharp.
"Djihm. Currrrk."
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How does one explain a possibility of mistaken identity? How does one explain that possibility with, essentially, a multiversal duplicate running about?