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Post by Fateful on Oct 14, 2016 19:18:49 GMT -5
Mello shrugged. "Couple million years, you know, evolution and all that involved." He stated, looking to the ceiling, entirely exhausted. "I just..." He paused for a moment, hesitating and a little unsure. "I'm one for for history of all that though, i was just curious as to if our culture was the same age or not. Probably not though, yours seems older." He chuckled at the thought of it and he looked over the male's body, somewhat captivated by the nakedness of it and the fact he didn't have to hide looking at him since they were talking.
"Why do your people..." he paused, licking his lips. "Does everyone dress like this? In minimal clothes, showing so much skin?" Honestly, the blonde didn't mind it. Somehow, he found it enticing and in a way he knew he shouldn't. he could hear his father's voice screaming that it was a sin, that he was wile. "It's hotter here than earth, so..." It did mean something, but not all earthlings were conservative. Mello's family had been politically, but he hadn't always dressed that way. After all, they were short materials on the ship more often then not.
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Post by otakulady89 on Oct 14, 2016 19:27:34 GMT -5
Matt blinked, before sweeping his eyes down his own chest, devoid of the shawl he usually wore. His beaded, embroidered loincloth was tied in the fashion of the day, and he was actually really liking the way it looked on him. It was difficult not to compare himself to the beauty of his brother, even if his brother's size was small and delicate. Near was goddess touched beyond imagining, while Matt was simply favored, and people did not hesitate to compare them, and it made Matt a little self-concious.
"Every peice of clothing our people wear is handmade." He explains, pointing to the wrap on his hips, "This, was embroidered by my mother before Near was born, and I beaded it myself. My shawl I wove myself, and Near embroidered it for me, as a gift. There are sacred charms in all of them, tales in the thread and magic in the hemming. They keep me safe, and protect my spirit and flesh." He smiled, "And they look good on me. As you pointed out, it's very, very hot here. Why wear more than we really absolutely have to?"
"The real question is, why do you people dress as you do? So many different ways of dress, and all of it too hot for your own good. Gevanni looks as if he's going to pass out from the heat on the regular. Wedy sweats so much-" His nose crinkled, because honestly, the woman smelled awful. "Only Aletta seems any sort of intelligent, what with her strange blue loincloth and that shirt she wears." He had to admit, a croptop as she called it, was a good choice in the jungle. Although... Insects were a problem.
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Post by Fateful on Oct 14, 2016 19:32:39 GMT -5
The clothing made more sense now, but Mello somehow found himself unable to look away from that incredible skin, and the freckles that sparkled his skin.
"The culture on our planet is really what makes the difference." he replied. "Some of us dress more revealingly and some of us dress conservatively. Wendy raised Gevanni, so he follows her style, her rules. She is his mother." He could tell family was important to Matt and the blonde knew that the prince's had lost their mother when they were young, so somehow, it made sense to him to appeal to Matt in this way. "I don't much understand it, but she's catholic, which is a sort of religion that teaches modesty and..." He paused for a second, his eyes dilating, his pulse speeding up.
He licked his lips and leaned forward. "Can I ask you something?" He stated. "When your brother kissed me, he made it so we can speak the same language, but how did he know which one to take? I speak four languages..." He wondered if Matt would be able to learn about religion from him if it was actively on his mind, if he could take it just as Near had taken English, since it was the language had been speaking in.
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Post by otakulady89 on Oct 14, 2016 19:50:00 GMT -5
Culture... How strange. "Does the culture on your planet vary so much from region to region? Here, it mostly changes the designs we put on clothing. A long time ago, before the Tlatoani system was in place, there were seperate cultures, but... For millenia now, we've only had one culture, one religion, one government. I suppose I can see why there would be so much variation... But in our experience, not as much as we see in your people." Maybe it was because their own people were so stictly relegated to a specific stripe of jungle on the planet. They couldn't spread all over because their bodies couldn't withstand the extreme heat everywhere else.
Mello's pause, however, drew Matt's attention. His eyes dilated, and Matt had to stare, because goodness, they were so blue... His lean forward, the lick of his lips, they drew Matt's attention to them, and Matt had to wonder... What would it be like to kiss those lips? He'd never shamed himself for his thoughts before, even as far as lusting after others, but in this case... All he could think about was what it would be like, and what it would cost, if it turned sour.
"Ah, no. We don't choose what language we learn. The power simply takes all languages known by each, and shares them between. From what we understand, our brains are designed to take the information, and store it neatly in newly-created neurons." He shrugged, "It's just something that's done. Children receive their Kiss around the age of two, when the brain is developed enough to create those neural connections."
It was quite an honor, actually, to give a child it's first Kiss. if one of the parents didn't do it, the person they appointed to do so was usually, after that, considered another guardian for the child, and very close.
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Post by Fateful on Oct 14, 2016 20:43:03 GMT -5
"The entire planet was populated. We had people of all skin tones, colors, it was actually incredible before we destroyed it. Our entire planet had lie and all that life developed differently, on continents all throughout the planet. All the cultures in those respective lands developed differently and therefore, they were all different. Even Gevanni and i are from different countries originally and that is why we look different. We were on the same continent - roughly - but there was a considerable distance between us."
Mello watched him closely, a she would do anything for such an ability, to learn anything in such an incredible way. The idea of it, really, to the suck the language from someone's mind, it was amazing. The blonde looked around, as if to assure they were truly alone before he said something, something quiet, barely above a whisper, something he had not heard since his mother had died. He spoke to Matt in Russian. Most languages died on the ship, but his grandparents and great grandparents held onto it and used it in the army to ensure the language survived. His parents both spoke it, from a small section of the ship that barely understood. Mello grew up listening to his mother and sister sing it, speak it beautifully. And he had been encouraged to do it as well.
Since Near had kissed him and it was clear he had kissed Matt, Mello wanted, or rather, he needed to hear if what the red head said was true, if he understood what he was saying to him.
In truth, Mello had said very little, but the praise he did utter meant something simple, "I want to be taught."
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Post by otakulady89 on Oct 14, 2016 20:50:58 GMT -5
Matt never even noticed his mind taking the contextual hint, and switching to a different language center in his brain. His next words simply flowed into russian without any true thought. And, in fact, he seemed to know it better than Mello, if only because his brain had the whole of Mello's lexicon, all of the words he heard as a baby and a toddler, and heard in passing without properly translating them to himself, Matt knew it all.
"Taught? It isn't... something that can be taught really. It's a gift that Makneshi gave her people in the cradle of our civilisation, so that we might never have to worry about misunderstanding one another. Language is entirely pointless if no one understands." He smiled, "If you want to be taught, I can teach you how to speak the languages I know... but it would be slow, and kind of annoying." His nose wrinkled at the thought.
He leaned forward himself, "Why are you whispering? Is this language so important to you?" He asked, trying to ignore the fact that their fringes were touching, that their heat was mingling, and that mello smelled... amazing. He tried not to be obvious about it. He really did. But watching Mello, he found himself taking in every detail, pupils slowly expanding to catch him in different lights.
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Post by Fateful on Oct 14, 2016 21:01:46 GMT -5
Mello look surprised suddenly, not horrified, but strangely impressed. Then he seemed almost disappointed. He laughed, but continued to speak in Russian, "You can't even tell the difference..." he said, because the red head didn't seem to even calculate the different sounds, the sensations he heard. So, Mello softly reached out and took the hand that inched toward him and put it on his throat. Their strength was obvious and this was not lost on Mello, because the alien could strangle him with great ease.
"Close your eyes." He instructed, the hand upon his throat feeling the tingle of the numerous vibrations as he spoke. Once the alien had done so, Mello smiled and he spoke in English, a rather complex, changing tone vibration. Then, he repeated the same thing in Russian, but the vibrations were longer, more distinct and guttural. The language changed the feeling of this throat, the tickle of the vibrations coming in different patterns altogether from English.
"This," he continued in Russian, "was my native language. That your tongue is for you. This... this is how i knew my parents, my sister, my people. IT connects me to what I once was and who I am. This is... this is what I am, expressed in words."
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Post by otakulady89 on Oct 14, 2016 21:37:04 GMT -5
It was intimate. More intimate than any fumbling tryst Matt had had in the bowels of the temple, or in the trees of the jungle. His hand spread along the soft column of Mello's throat, the blonde's eyes locked to his, and Matt felt as if his hearts were being eaten. He felt as if he were falling into something, with no way out.
The change of language was like the purr of a beast, and somehow... Somehow, the change that made Mello who he was, the words that were of his people, was more beautiful to Matt, suddenly, than his own. He swallowed, hard, to fight down the odd feelings rising in his chest, and pulled his hand back. His fingers twitched with want of that warmth. He set his hand carefully on the blankets, and nodded. "...It's a beautiful language." He began to wonder if his own people has lost some of that beauty somehow, by failing to recognise the differences in language.
"Tell me about your people." He asked, finding a small, slow smile coming onto his face. The light sparkled around Mello's eyes when he spoke like that, and Matt kind of wanted to see more of it. A lot more of it. For a long, long time.
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Post by Fateful on Oct 14, 2016 21:45:15 GMT -5
The strength and gentleness was almost alarming, as Mello had seen Matt do incredible things. He had seen him move part of one of the buildings here and throw it as if it was nothing. These people... they were incredibly strong, frighteningly powerful. And yet, he touched, caressed his throat so gently, not wanting to inflict pain. The look in his eyes said it all. Matt understood, he knew exactly what the difference was now, he could feel it and somehow, he experienced it in some strange way.
And just like that, the hand was gone.
"My people?" He almost sounded surprised. "Um..." He paused, deeply considering this, how to explain his people. "We're stubborn and strong. It was cold, Russia was freezing and ti snowed all the time." He was hoping that Matt had a better understanding of snow because he learned it from Mello, because his family remembered it. There was a time someone had created it on the ship when he was a boy, but it hadn't lasted for long: a failure in one of the air conditioned units that caused frozen water to come down from the ceiling.
He had never forgotten it.
He told Matt this story as well, how happy he'd been, how much he'd laughed and how his fingers had been red and stiff for what felt like hours. His mother warmed them and made hims something hot to drink and scolded him for being foolish, yet she meant none of it. Then, he talked about the geography of earth and how different things were. He even drew a few maps to show him how large their land masses were.
And finally, as they laughed about the foolishness of mortals, there was a light behind the dark, drearily clouds to signal the day had started and there was movement in the house.
Naomi had knocked and come inside to greet a half dressed Gevanni and a rather flustered Wedy who was struggling to put on a robe. The woman who entered had tightly tanned with with an incredible curved body. It was lean, full and incredibly strong. She was just slightly under Matt in height and she had bright, captivating blue eyes with long, dark hair that flowed down her back, collected with small ties to keep it from getting caught on the plants. There was a bag around her body and she pulled it off, resting it now on her shoulder.
She said something, something they were unable to understand. Then, she sighed and called out Matt's name.
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Post by otakulady89 on Oct 14, 2016 22:00:27 GMT -5
Laughter came quick to his lips when Mello was telling a story. Light came quick to Mello's eyes when he was enjoying a memory. Matt wondered if that was what his mother had looked like to Light. Matt wondered if Mello was what starlight looked like, given human form.
Naomi's voice shattered his reverie and he jolted as if woken from a dream. "Excuse me." He halted Mello, before darting out of the room. "Naomi!" He took her shoulders in his hands and held her for a moment, looking her over. "You look well! Why are you here? Did Father send you?" It was the most logical course of action. If Light had thought Naomi could help NEar recover from the posession faster, then he would put aside his odd dislike for the woman. He smiled, happy to see her.
"He's this way, come and take a look." He pulled her towards the bedroom by her hand, and settled himself in the corner while she examined him. "The goddess only said a few words, from what I understand. Apperantly, he fought her."
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Post by Fateful on Oct 14, 2016 22:07:32 GMT -5
"It was Rester's idea, but yes. I am here to see Near. Take me to him."
Mello understood nothing that was said. Well, nothing except one word. The woman had said Nia and he knew then that she was here to see the prince and attempt to heal him. L was still gone, so Mello held out his hand. "It's okay." He wasn't sure if Wedy and Gevanni needed to hear this, and even Aletta who was now up in an oversized t-shirt that no longer fit Gevanni.
Naomi followed Matt into the room and touched Near's wrist and then examined him. She ran her hand from his neck down his right side and she looked genuinely surprised. "It is a wonder he is still alive." She glanced to the red prince. "His heart has failed." Her hand was above the lower heart, at the second portion of his lung, under the other on the right side. Of course, they had two different circulatory systems, which is what kept them so powerful, but the blood did meet in the enlarged pancreas.
As she continued to examine his body, she was awed, not by the goddess, but how sick he was inside. To get a better look, she lifted the medallion from his body and placed it on the table with a loud clack, as it was incredibly heavy. She took out a syringe and injected him with a purple dye that looked like a thicker version of the purple water. After that, she brought some black water to his face and tilted his head back. However, unlike the others, she had no fear. Panic swear the room as she poured almost an entire gallon into his mouth. And Near swallowed all of it, despite being unconscious. She paused in pouring it so he would be able to breath and there was no issue.
Once she finished this, she cut his arm with a sharp blade she pulled from her breast. She studied the blood both visually and by moving it in her hands. The cut was small and barely bled. however, she looked worried.
Then, she looked at the group of startled humans and studied their faces. "Who is the most skills in medicine and herbs in their world?" he asked Matt. When told it was Wedy, she stood from the bed and approached the woman. Then, she grabbed her roughly and kissed the woman, sucking from her a great amalgamation of knowledge, latin, and healing.
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Post by otakulady89 on Oct 14, 2016 22:44:27 GMT -5
Wedy in particular watched this woman like a hawk, confused as to what this woman with woven hair and very little clothing thought she was doing. Now, the catholic woman wasn't a doctor herself, not at all, she was a botanist, a chemist, a biologist, but she wasn't even close to a doctor. So watching this woman check pulses, take temperatures, watching her remove that torture device of a necklace...
"...What in the world is that thing?" She asked, pointing to the necklace. It had BARBS.
Matt answered her while Naomi injected him with the purple dye. "It was a gift from our father for his ascension to adulthood. We're still awaiting results, but I am pretty sure he is in the top five along with my father and myself." He smiled, a little sad. "I just... worry now that he won't get to celebrate it." His language turned back towards the original language, as he spoke to Naomi, "What happened? How did his heart shut down? WAs it the lightning?"
The woman's answer was short, and Wedy balked as the woman stalked towards her and then suddenly kissed her full on the lips. It felt like her soul was being sucked out, and suddenly she wondered if her soul was damned. When the woman turned away, Wedy turned to the prince to demand an explanation as to why the fuck that was necessary.
Matt beat her to it, "It's the same reason Near kissed Mello. She needs your knowledge of medical and botanical terminology in order to explain to all of you what's going on. She thinks better when she's explaining something to someone." With that, he turned to Naomi, "Well? Why is my brother's heart stopped? Why is he dying?"
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Post by Fateful on Oct 15, 2016 8:15:40 GMT -5
The anger of the woman's words surprised Naomi. Did Wedy not wish for the prince to get better? What an odd thing to be so upset about.
When waiting her diagnosis, Naomi wiped her hands off on a sterile cloth she brought with her.
"He isn't dying." Came Naomi's honest answer. "While his heart has stopped, it will quickly repair and regenerate. The damage that's been done is fairly small and will likely correct itself in a day or so. I can speed up it's healing." She turned to Matt. "His heart failed because a biochemical interference, although I am not sure exactly what that reaction was caused by. It could be something he has injected with these people," he gestured to the humans, "but it could also be something he drank in ours. Near won't eat poisonous plants, he knows better, so perhaps he was instead struck with something venomous. Again, I will not know what exactly it is until we are back in the city, but his heart will heal before then and it shouldn't be much of an issue. However, he is wise, had the goddess taken over his body, he would have died of dual heart failure."
She showed Matt the place she had cut Near's arm, and the mark had already healed. "The remainder of his body seems to be doing nicely. The mark so high on his body, the vessel of the goddess carries other perks. You mother was never ill while she carried the goddess and she healed from minor injuries within a few minutes or hours. Near had not been trained because, well, honestly, we had expected it to be you." Matt had always been trained in the ways of the goddess whereas Near in government.
Even when he was a boy, Naomi had been particularly struck with Near and agreed he would be king just by the color of his eyes. To hear that the goddess had something else in mind was particularly shocking indeed.
"Now," she sat on the bed again, looking over the boy's body. The marks were the spikes had been had also healed. Her hands ran over the lower half of his body and she paused, thinking for a few moments. It was so strange to her how much his body was starting to remind her of Misa's, well, Misa toward the end of her life, and that was a frightening prospect.
She slowed and then stopped. She sighed and stood from the bed, leaning over the boy and looking down at him. "His body is still too small." she turned to look at Matt. "We always knew he would never grow to be full-sized because he was born too early, but this..." she paused. "Now that the goddess is within him, he will never grow to be as tall as you or your father and some of his organs are still undersized for his age and they shouldn't be. He's struggling to hold her because he hasn't had enough time to properly develop. She picked him... much younger than she usually does." Now, she looked at the humans, as if to say something was happening and the goddess was acting without regard to her chosen.
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Post by otakulady89 on Oct 15, 2016 18:47:43 GMT -5
"...Two hearts." Wedy breathed, suddenly in awe of the species before her. Two hearts, no wonder they were so strong, so virile. It was clear that there were other organ changes between the two species too. She wondered if she could request a medical text from the princes, to see if maybe, just maybe, they were less similar than one might think. Of course, the less ethical part of her wanted to cut one of them open, keep them alive and see how their organs worked, how they breathed, how their neurons flowed. She wanted to measure the electricity along their nerves. She wanted to watch their lungs inflate.
Matt's nose crinkled, the scent of wedy's want absolutely nauseating to him. He looked to Naomi, listening intently to her explanation. The idea that fighting off the goddess was brilliant was anathema to him, Matt had always been taught that the goddess' will superceded one's own. Then again, he had been trained as a priest, while Near... Well, Near had only the teachings of their father and the ancient kings written in books. He was unguided, and so had thought to fight her off.
"Injec-Look, Ma'am, we haven't injected anything in either of the princes, or any of your other people. The IV there is saline, which is basically... Well, water." Gevanni explained, the only one in the room besides Wedy with medical knowledge. "It's meant to keep him hydrated, even if he's asleep. You can test it all you want, and we'll be happy to test it on ourselves too, to prove it. We only wanted to help."
"What age does this goddess of yours normally pick her vessels?" Wedy couldn't help but ask. Maybe the 'goddess' was some kind of hormone induced hallucination? She was still trying to work out what it might be.
Aletta crossed her arms, curious now, about what this woman was doing. She crept closer, eyes sparkling in wonder. "...That herb. It has teeth." She commented, pointing to one of the plants she'd had to fight off on her many adventures outside the city.
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Post by Fateful on Oct 16, 2016 12:02:50 GMT -5
Naomi turned to the man before her and intently studied him. Then, seeing no reason to keep distance, approached him and circled around him in an almost feline way as she examined him. "You may be strong for your people, but I see weakness in you. I meant not that you intentionally infected him. If I believed you of that, I'd have already killed you." She honestly meant this statement and it showed in her tone. Perhaps language was not the only thing she had adopted from Wedy's English. "I meant it was something he acquired from you, from exposure and affection, like an injection." Perhaps she hadn't adapted to the language well enough. They had forced it inside of him.
However, somehow she believed there was something else entirely.
"Our people are chosen at many different ages, so it is hard to tell such things. However, the goddess does not usually manifest until the chosen is able to control the change when she takes over, which takes years of training. Their mother had not mastered such a skill until in her twenty-fifth year." They measured age so strangely. Looking at them, she could not tell their ages, but she could assume them, of course. "The high priestess before Misa learned it around the same time in her life, but did not hold it as long as Misa was able to. Of all those who have held her in recent memory, Misa undoubtedly held the goddess for the longest time, however, compared to the holy ones of the last four centuries, that is nothing. One priestess held the goddess for close to one hundred years, but she did not hold the goddess until she was in her fiftieth year."
Somehow it seemed that the older the vessel, the longer they live with the goddess, but there were other examples.
Aleta's childish curiosity drew Naomi's attention and she turned to look at her. She arched a brow and lifted the plant she spoke of. Then, she put it close to Near's body. The plant swayed for a few moments, reacting to chemical signals before it swung directly in front of Near's skin. The teeth touched his skin and then drew away without leaving a mark or puncturing the skin. For this plant, that was considered shocking, as it lived on the blood of other animals. The fact it did not draw blood from Near confirmed what Naomi had already stated: something toxic - likely poisonous - was in his blood.
Naomi then placed the plant down in the bag she had brought. With the plant now safely placed away, she watched the beautiful, goddess touched child with a smile. "Give me your arm." she asked the girl, curious as to her curiosity.
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