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Post by Avery Heartshorn on Dec 19, 2008 21:47:10 GMT -5
Her brows rose, and she made a mental note not to allow Taaru near Collin, her own driod.
She jumped around the driod and ran off to the training room.
"Taaru, where are you?! This is really important!"
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Post by Taaru Masako on Dec 19, 2008 21:55:14 GMT -5
The training room, naturally, was soundproof. Entertaining guests would be somewhat complicated by the sounds of metal shattering or the occasional explosion, so the basic precautions to ensure the comfort of the other house guests were necessarily installed.
Not that it was necessary at the moment. As Avery bumbled her way into the control room for the adjacent training arena, she could quickly spot Taaru, stripped down to a kama, sitting cross-legged in the middle of the large room with his hands gathered in his lap.
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Post by Avery Heartshorn on Dec 19, 2008 22:00:28 GMT -5
When she spotted Taaru, she suddenly forgot what was in her hands and merely squinted at him.
"Uhhhh...."
She looked for the words, but instead found herself exhaling loudly, closing her mouth, and furrowing her brows in thought.
Was this one of those things you were supposed to wait for? Was he meditating? She waited, and clutched the papers to her. The soft crinkling noise could be heard from her arms.
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Post by Taaru Masako on Dec 19, 2008 22:11:48 GMT -5
The serenity of the training was completely shattered, as the wall opposite of Taaru erupted into thousands of tiny fissures and exploded outward, showering the whole room with splinters of ferracrete and rebar rods.
Taaru opened his eyes, and swiveled to look directly at Avery, the sack expression on his face turning into a mix of disapproval and curiosity. He motioned for Avery to use the PA system for the training room.
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Post by Avery Heartshorn on Dec 19, 2008 22:22:11 GMT -5
The look of disapproval in his eyes made her shrink back a little but she pressed the button.
"I um... I found something....in the hieroglyphs?"
She rose her arm full of papers emphatically, the crinkling noise errupting again.
"I think I figured it all out, Taaru."
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Post by Taaru Masako on Dec 19, 2008 22:32:30 GMT -5
Taaru stood, wordlessly, and swept an arm in front of him. A gust of wind cleared the debris before his bare footsteps, as he proceeded to the arena's exit.
He joined Avery presently, tapping a button to notify the mansion's droid staff that the training room needed repairs.
"What have you found?"
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Post by Avery Heartshorn on Dec 19, 2008 22:42:11 GMT -5
She smiled excitedly and rolled out her papers, laying them all on top of each other and she flipped through them as she talked.
"It's a poem. It's a poem that references the beginning of our time...and-"
She pointed to the hieroglyphs.
"-our potential end."
Her eyes rose up to his as she allowed him to read her translations, which had been written below each sign.
"Taaru, you were right about the universal language... This whole thing- this poem... it's all prime numbers."
Her voice was hurried and her eyes flicked from his face to the papers, and back. She was amazed. Her hand rose to push her messy hair away from her face.
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Post by Taaru Masako on Dec 19, 2008 23:00:23 GMT -5
Taaru scanned her scribbled notes, tying his loose hair back into a knot as he did. Ancient poetry was all fine and good, creation myths marginally so. But Taaru wasn't interested in the floral parts: "Synopsis, please. How does it help us?"
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Post by Avery Heartshorn on Dec 19, 2008 23:18:30 GMT -5
She was not impressed with him at the moment.
"Prime numbers...a luminary!"
She paused, waiting for him to jump in, but when realizing he wasn't going to, she sighed and pointed to the poem.
"Lain to waste, the Garden
To the beating of drums
So falleth the Rest
From the throne of Creation
Yet at the End, a Seed
Awaits fruition
Where no man can stand
The stars are star-crossed
Seeketh the Luminary, that guiding light
Who dwells in Dream, awaiting the moment
To restore the stars to their first homes
And begin Paradise anew."
She looked back up to him after she read.
"'Who dwells in Dream.' Notice how it's not read as 'in a dream'. Dream isn't what you think it is. Dream is a PLACE. And this Luminary, it's not a person. It's a THING. Look."
She pointed back to the poem.
"My translation may not be prime...but the poem actually IS."
She smiled and looked back at him expectantly to see if he had figured it out.
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Post by Taaru Masako on Dec 19, 2008 23:27:54 GMT -5
He looked at her hasty translation, glanced at her, and grunted.
"I am taking shower. Then will confirm your research."
He grabbed a fresh towel from a nearby bin and swung it around his shoulders, wiping his face.
He made his way towards the door, but stopped in the frame, without turning to face her again.
"For own safety, try not to disturb me in training room."
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Post by Avery Heartshorn on Dec 19, 2008 23:32:22 GMT -5
"Yeah.... of course...."
She was disapointed he didn't seem as excited as she thought he would be. She turned back and began piling her papers together again, rolling up the larger parchments, and tucking them under her arm.
"I'll be in my room when you're done..."
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Post by Taaru Masako on Dec 19, 2008 23:47:13 GMT -5
Thirty minutes later, there was a knock on her door.
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Post by Avery Heartshorn on Dec 19, 2008 23:53:08 GMT -5
In that time, she had dropped her stuff off at her room and had Collin bring her a bag of her clothes. By the time Taaru was knocking, she had already changed into a fresh set of clothes.
"It's open."
She yelled back to the door. Avery had taken up a spot on the couch, and was engrossed in a book.
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Post by Taaru Masako on Dec 20, 2008 0:00:11 GMT -5
Taaru entered, non-chalantly brushing his teeth with one hand and tossing a flimsi with a section of star chart on her lap with the other.
Rather than spout toothpaste spittle onto her rug, he indicated for her to look at it.
Indicated on the chart was the Klasse Ephemora system, with hastily drawn scribbles plotting a hyperspace jump to the gas giant Mobus.
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Post by Avery Heartshorn on Dec 20, 2008 0:08:54 GMT -5
She set down her book, and while adjusting her glasses, she took a look at the chart.
"Mobus. Yeah, that's what I thought too."
She pointed to her desk, where she had circled part of the poem and wrote "Mobus".
She then pointed to the bathroom.
"Go finish brushing and then we'll discuss the plan."
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