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trans_92011-01-23 01:32 pm
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Exploration! Yay!
It was a fact: Stacy was the most awesome place in a universe full of awesome places. Yes.
There were people, and it was scary that they looked at him and saw him, but they were nice! Hardly any screaming or crying at all, and best of all, they stayed there and talked to him for a long, long time before fear and/or revulsion drove them away. And there was food! Perfect food, made just for him. He'd never had food made just for him, not when he was in his bloody form! It was wonderful, and it had come in a vat-sized portion, and he was happy. So happy. Much bigger, and so, so happy.
And there were places to explore! Lots and lots and lots! He'd never thought there could be a place so big. There wasn't enough room in his imagining for it.
That was what he was doing now: exploring. He had fed, and now there were pieces of him washing along in several locations, building a mental map. To someone with a distant perspective and the right kind of mind, there might have been something pleasing about the intricately branching path of his wandering and the thoroughness with which he explored every surface he could. In time, he came to the city, and then he all but exploded with enthusiasm. Big!
To someone with a more personal, immediate perspective and the unfortunate timing to be right there when Duuv came through, it looked like street was suddenly awash with blood. It swept along in low-crested waves, coiling up walls and anything else that looked climbable, and it had an unfortunate tendency to launch itself off of things, squirting up into the air and expanding into a huge, drifting, happily laughing sheet. The only mercy was that he was careful to leave a healthy gap between himself and others - though there were many who would say that three feet of personal space was not enough when the other person was a large piece of Duuv.
"Whee!"
There were people, and it was scary that they looked at him and saw him, but they were nice! Hardly any screaming or crying at all, and best of all, they stayed there and talked to him for a long, long time before fear and/or revulsion drove them away. And there was food! Perfect food, made just for him. He'd never had food made just for him, not when he was in his bloody form! It was wonderful, and it had come in a vat-sized portion, and he was happy. So happy. Much bigger, and so, so happy.
And there were places to explore! Lots and lots and lots! He'd never thought there could be a place so big. There wasn't enough room in his imagining for it.
That was what he was doing now: exploring. He had fed, and now there were pieces of him washing along in several locations, building a mental map. To someone with a distant perspective and the right kind of mind, there might have been something pleasing about the intricately branching path of his wandering and the thoroughness with which he explored every surface he could. In time, he came to the city, and then he all but exploded with enthusiasm. Big!
To someone with a more personal, immediate perspective and the unfortunate timing to be right there when Duuv came through, it looked like street was suddenly awash with blood. It swept along in low-crested waves, coiling up walls and anything else that looked climbable, and it had an unfortunate tendency to launch itself off of things, squirting up into the air and expanding into a huge, drifting, happily laughing sheet. The only mercy was that he was careful to leave a healthy gap between himself and others - though there were many who would say that three feet of personal space was not enough when the other person was a large piece of Duuv.
"Whee!"
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"Are you...made out of blood?" she asks, unable to get the better of her own curiosity.
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This question seems to deserve some consideration - that, and it is hard to think of what the words mean. He fidgets, then squidges around in a tiny circle, pondering, then cautiously asks,
"Blood? What? Am Duuv..."
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He extends a tendril towards her. It stops about a foot away from her face, waving at eye level. The end of it fuzzes suddenly, furred by a million smaller tendrils, which ripple and heave in a breeze that isn't there.
After a moment, he announces, "Yes."
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On the minus side, she wonders if he just sniffed her. Only fair, but still.
"Well, you're the first...person like you I've ever met, Duuv. It's...a pleasure," she says, bowing slightly and politely. And prays a little that he wouldn't rather shake hands.
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Duuv would rather hug than shake hands, but he's already learned that people do not appreciate being close to him. Which is sad, because he has so very much hugging to give.
He mounds up suddenly, elongating into a hunched column, then carefully sways forward, arching in the middle. There, a bow.
"Pleasure? What is? ....good?" No mistaking the note of hope there.
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He squidges in a little circle, surface rippling. "Pleasure-pleasure-pleasure-pleasure - good word! Good!"
"Bad feeling - word?"
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He settles down a little, sobered by the words.
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And suddenly, well enunciated words spill out. "Can you tell me where it hurts? When did it start? What kind of pain is it? Does anything make it worse or better? Does it hurt when I press here"
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"Er...what?" Signum asks. "Are you alright?"
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There is a long pause while he processes a little more, and then he offers, "Signnum alright?"
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"Let me know if you need anything, Duuv. Like...hands, for example," she adds, by way of offering as she turns to move on.
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What an odd lady.
"Bye-bye!