the compass shifted [OPEN]

[allsongs]

Date & Time: 1/24-1/30
Location: wilderness
Characters: Simmaeri the big honkin' dino-thing and you!!
Summary: WELCOME TO MAHOU JURASSIC PARK
Warnings: No clue, just a giant creature atm



Simmaeri took slow and careful turns then. Lumbering, methodical steps from massive, heavy legs made the closest scenery quiver. The feeling of stony, withered ground was slow in processing, much slower in understanding; it was such an unusual addition to the mix of already unusual things bombarding her senses. She could see no open expanses of white or gray, smell no fresh ice or snow, and hear only whispers of wind, gusting more like little gasps, choking on the chemicals mixed into the air itself. It stung her nostrils, made her eyes itch unpleasantly.

This was what her brothers and sisters had sought and embraced? It made no sense. It was as empty as it was unkind to her in that moment, and startled creatures quickly fled before she had chance to turn her head and regard them. Those, at least, would have been exciting; she did not know any creatures other than herself; seeing something new would, perhaps, make up for this startling change.

Either way, she lifted her head back up (not too high; the stinging seemed worse higher up) and let out another long, low sound, rumbling up from her neck and out through a snapping of her jaws. It filled the air and soon passed, and she waited well after the echo for a reply.

Was she really so far away that none could hear her back in the north? The terrain had changed so suddenly...what odd, foreign magic had done this?

Am I lost now? How strange this is.

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[commentboxtroll]

She could speak normally now, could she? Well, normal by his standards. The way she had gone on before must have been perfectly normal for her then. Not surprising, though, seeing how she went and changed species entirely along the way. The wariness does not pass unnoticed and he raises his hands up, palms out, showing he wasn't armed or anything dangerous like that.

"I won't have anything at all of you, Simmaeri. We were just talking a moment before, when you were bigger. You don't remember?"

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Worse things had come with the visage of a youth, Simmaeri knew. But she sensed an earnestness in his body language, in the rattle and cadence of his words. It contradicted the strange things those words were trying to get at. Her eyes narrowed slightly, quickly parsing through those words.

"Tell me what you mean to say bigger," she said. It was not a request, her level tone hinting at an edge of authority she was willing to unleash if she deemed it necessary.

[commentboxtroll]

"Exactly what I said. Bigger. Bigger than anyone I've ever met before," Caesar replied, though he went on to explain it further since that alone wasn't doing the job, apparently. "You weren't human, but a lizard. A giant one."

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She took time to turn over his words, trying to put them in a context that made sense. Some did, of course – she knew the words, knew she, herself, had once been quite big in her past. Her distant past. That he would know her in that form was extremely unlikely if he were the mere boy he appeared to be. If Exsilium were a simpler place; she only knew the barest of things about the distortion of time, of the reality of the missions. Frankly, it mattered very little to her in the scope of her comings and goings.

"I have not been so for a much long time," she said slowly, picking each word with care. "Not here."

[commentboxtroll]

"As true as that may be to you, I met the you from that time regardless of you remembering it or not." It was just the truth and he said it with a shrug, finally lowering his hands again and sticking them into the pockets of his coat. "Time doesn't seem to matter right now. If you still need proof, there might be footprints."

As something that size might vanish back into time, but would the evidence of it having passed do the same?

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Footprints?

A lot of what he said made sense only in certain ways; of course time didn't matter, but to him? Shouldn't it? What was he, then?

Simmaeri turned, but not too much to lose him in her peripheral, and gazed about to look for them. Deep pits in the earth...but were they, truly, what he said they were? Had she really been herself, born and made, for a forgotten moment? And why forgotten?

"Was this your magic?" she asked, turning her attention back to him wholly, her brow furrowed.

[commentboxtroll]

As she turned to look at the huge prints left in the dirt, he walked over to look at them alongside her. Not directly alongside, of course, but close.

"My magic?" That startled him for a second, enough that he looked back up from the footprints. The idea that someone might think he, of all people, had magic! It was laughable. Caesar was quick to shake his head. "No. I'm no good at any kind of magic, definitely nothing that could have done this."

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The wind kicked up again, Simmaeri giving up on the cause of her hair to draw her hands to her elbows, pinning bell sleeves to keep from flapping too wildly. All the while she pondered Caesar's words, her eyes never leaving him, watching for a telltale quirk of the mouth, a darting of the eyes in the thick of a lie. She found none.

"Peoples here speak of time much," she said, taking care with her words. "Of lost time. Old time. New time. Is this what you speak of now? My old time."

[commentboxtroll]

He bowed his head against the wind when it started up, but with his hands coat pockets, there wasn't a whole lot left to pin down on his own body, nor any free arm to shield his eyes or mess of red hair from it with. He looked up again once the wind had lessened a little and gave her a nod in reply.

"That's right. It was you from your old time."