A City of Bleached Bones (open)

[snarky-raptor.livejournal.com]

Sharp Tongue's been avoiding the city since she woke up. It's instinctive for a raptor. The buildings, the streets, it's all very human and therefore not something that makes her feel welcome. To make matters worse, it's larger and far more sophisticated than the settlement she knew from the edge of her tribe's territory.

But still, it does demand her investigation if no one is going to stop her from poking around. She is a shaman and there are strange, unknown things. It's her duty to look.

The raptor stalks along the city's streets, claws clicking on stone and concrete and other forms of alien paving, head weaving back and forth in a wary fashion, and a stream of soft muttering going meant for her ears alone.

"Strange place. Very empty. No prey. No hunters. No plants. No life..."

It's not just broken. The brokenness of this place was obvious from the first step she'd taken into the city. No, this is all dead.

(OOC: Sharp Tongue's wandering all over the city. Feel free to dictate where you come across her if you want.)

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[toariversodeep.livejournal.com]

The girl nods. "But it will have to wait until the next time you sleep. Shyama can only be met by the living in dreams."

[snarky-raptor.livejournal.com]

Sharp Tongue snorts. "You do not even need plants to call your spirit."

She's derisive and condescending, clearly believing Roxie can't be right about this at all. Because the raptor way is the only way of course!

[toariversodeep.livejournal.com]

"Plants?"

Roxie fumbles through her pockets, retrieving a pair of brass coins and a single silver one. All three are of uncertain and ancient design, the faces of long-dead kings weathered into near-bluntness by the passing of ages.

[snarky-raptor.livejournal.com]

"Exactly," says the raptor. "What use are those?"

Except in trading, of course, but raptors aren't really all that great with understanding the "money" concept.

[toariversodeep.livejournal.com]

"They're how you get to Shyama's domain. You put all three under your tongue when you sleep... the two brass are for the ferryman, to and from, and the silver is for the actual admission."

If only Sharp Tongue wasn't a raptor, she could get possibly even more confused at the mash of mythology Roxie is invoking.

[snarky-raptor.livejournal.com]

Sharp Tongue has never heard of anything similar, mostly due to the lack of money thing again.

"That," she says, "is impossible. Unless you have been at the sparkleroot, which I doubt." They already went over the lack of plants!

And besides, she has no idea what a "ferryman" would be anyway.

"Your god takes money?"

[toariversodeep.livejournal.com]

"No, but the ferryman does, and it's traditional to tip the doorman," Roxie says. "If it's impossible, you should have no issue trying it and seeing that it doesn't work."

[snarky-raptor.livejournal.com]

Sharp Tongue snorts again, giving her head a wide shake.

"If it is impossible, it would be a waste of my valuable time," she replies coolly. Not that Sharp Tongue's found any good use for this valuable time lately, she has none of her usual duties here and cannot even gather plants.

[toariversodeep.livejournal.com]

"If it's not impossible, you'd be giving up on a chance to see something you've never had," Roxie counters again. Her hands are folded together primly against her middle.

[snarky-raptor.livejournal.com]

"And if it is impossible, you have made me look like a fool."

If Sharp Tongue were human, she'd fold her arms smugly. Instead she has to settle for leering.

[toariversodeep.livejournal.com]

"How would you look like a fool? It's just a little sleep." Roxie flips the coins between her fingers, all three going synchronized separate ways like a prestidigitator's trick.