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Private Finished What Do You Mean I Can't Sleep Here?

Discussion in 'The Pacific' started by Lucidity, Jan 29, 2018.

  1. Lucidity
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    If Samson had indeed asked her about her licking up the blood, he would have discovered it was most definitely not a species thing. Aimouryllice was just strange like that. His hopes had already been dashed and he didn't even know it.

    Aimouryllice didn't struggle when he took a hold of her hands and was very patient while he cleaned them. "No. I amn't want to cut. My nails are my weapon for evil. . .If evil comes. I am not evil. I promise."

    If Samson had picked up on her fear, he sure did a good job at hiding it, she thought. Not that she was complaining. She was glad, really; she'd rather not have to face someone who made it known that they were very aware of her weakness.

    Aimouryllice watched as he left again and gently flexed her freshly-bandaged hands. It was going to be a little difficult holding her spear for a while, but she wasn't going to need it anyways. When Samson returned, her eyes were glued right back to him--specifically muscles--and she made a noise of disappointment in her teeth-chattering way when he started covering them up.

    How rude.

    "Thank you for heal hands. I amn't know you are healer. Samson Hawk, you are many things. It human sads me--.....happ--?" Aimouryllice began verbally listing off the various human emotions she was learning in English, contemplating them until she arrived at the correct one. "Surprise. It human surprise me. I think. Human emotions are hard understand."

    His offer of food had her teeth snapping with hunger, but she knew she had to hold herself back. The outward effects of her hunger were minimal, but present. Purple-rimmed eyes, droopy fins, and her increased rate of breathing (which was normally slow, had he ever noticed; if not, that part seemed normal).

    "Yes, but no. I can not eat. I can not eat long time."
     
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    “I’m not really a healer. Knowing basic first aid is handy for my job for when….things happen.” So from what she said about emotions, Samson was sure she didn’t fully understand them. He was actually more sure that emotions were expressed differently by her people. Yeah. He was starting to notice that...was it just body language?

    “Yes but no?”
    He gave Aimouryllice and odd look. Was this some other weird culture thing? Maybe she just didn’t eat after a certain time or it was bad for her to eat after a certain time. LIKE THE GREMLINS. Samson doubted that was the case though...

    “If you are hungry you should eat. No need in waiting for a long time. I even got fish in a cooler if you want to eat some.”

    Samson hasn’t brought it up yet but something was- There was a weird ringing noise. Well at first he thought he was just tired and hearing things but now that he was basically fully awake he was sure there was something going on. A bell? No...he didn’t have any sort of bells. He did thing about the windchimes on his porch but he SHOULDN’T BE ABLE TO HEAR THOSE.

    He rubbed his ears and looked around the room.

    “Why are my ears ringing? Did you do something?”
     
  3. Lucidity
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    "Yes, but no. I can not eat. I mustn't eat. It is bad--bad for...." Aimouryllice wracked her tiring brain for the correct words, not wanting to give in to speak in her language just yet. That would be like getting a language charm and taking the easy way out; she wouldn't be learning anything that way.

    "I take from myself permission to eat. It is...is pun-ish-mint for not respect Ritual. If my people crush respect, they mustn't eat many days. Long time. We hunt on day death wants for us. If not die, we are let live, and forgiven."

    Aimouryllice paused at his mention of his ringing ears, and she pressed her lips closed. So he was affected by her voice. There was some small hope in her somewhere that maybe he was immune to it, but it had just been dashed. She wondered sometimes if everyone would be affected like this were they to hear the voices of her people, too; however, since she was the only Vox Somni on the island, she wasn't going to get her answer any time soon.

    She lowered her voice to a very soft whisper. "...Yes. I am sorry. It is because I speak. My voice hurt ears of the people."
     
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    “Well that’s fucking stupid.”

    She wasn’t eating because she was punishing herself? What...why...WHY?! The more and more Aimouryllice explained to Samson the things of her culture….the more he wanted to question it. Her culture suddenly seemed unnecessarily complex with this whole ritual system, but whatever. He was just going to have to let certain things be.

    Certain things that don’t include starving yourself nearly to death just because you have to punish yourself.

    So Samson grabbed her hand and tugged her along to go downstairs and into the kitchen. He wasn’t going to just let her starve herself.

    “You are going to eat. Now.”

    About time they made it down to the kitchen his ears should be fine….no more ringing for tonight hopefully.

    Samson turned to Aimouryllice and then pointed to the kitchen. “I am going to get you food and you will eat the food because right now you aren’t with your people and you are here. You don’t need to punish yourself at all.”

    He also still needed to get around to lecturing her on THE LAWS. The laws that state BREAKING IN WITH A WEAPON IS VERY ILLEGAL.
     
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    The struggle didn't start until Samson commanded her to eat. Aimouryllice went willingly along, but when he mentioned eating something, she pulled and dug her feet in and refused to go any further.

    In a desperate attempt to distract him and hopefully make him forget about feeding her, she grasped his shirt in her clawed hands (and while she tried not to cut the fabric, there would definitely be some holes left behind), snagging it and trying to tug him back.

    "...No. I must not eat--it is bad, very bad. If eat, I start ritual again--..." she tried to explain, her shark teeth clicking together in protest. "...You no get food. I eat on day of hunt. I eat after hunt. I eat soon, but not now...Samson Hawk, very please do not make to disrespect ritual..."

    This just wasn't fast enough, and her mind was beginning to fry. Her language suddenly changed and she was speaking in her native tongue;
    "...If I disrespect the ritual, I disrespect you, too. I am ashamed that I broke ritual and made unwelcome advances upon you when you have given not to me your shell. I want to do this for you..."
     
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    Why did she have to be so complicated? Why are things happening this way?! Samson just wanted everything to be simple right not but no; clearly fate had other ideas.

    Aimouryllice honestly wasn’t putting up much of a fight. She was trying to but…..this is Samson she was dealing with. He’s pretty strong. At the point where she decided to dig her feet in the ground, he just simply picked her up and was going to carry her the rest of the way.

    The shirt….he could care less about the shirt really. It wasn’t his favorite shirt after all.

    Her switching to her native language was a bit...he was not expecting it really. The switch did sorta let him know she was probably growing frustrated or something.

    “You’re not disrespecting me by eating….”

    Samson looked Aimouryllice in her big black eyes and sighed. Since she had made the switch from english to her native language; Samson decided it would be better for him to try to talk to her in her own language? It would easier for her to understand him after all.

    “You did disrespect me by coming into my house without my permission. Not only that you brought a weapon. Aimouryllice you can’t just come into people’s home without permission. That is illegal and you can get in trouble and go to jail. Which is bad.”

    By now he stopped carrying her and had placed her down on the floor. Samson now had his arms folded now as he stared down at Aimouryllice, giving her a very stern look.

    “Human laws are like your people’s rituals that if you break there will be consequences. I would take you to the station now but it is late and I also do not feel like calling someone to come pick you up.”

    Though that was sounding like a good idea. She would be out of his hair and then learn her lesson on WHY TRESPASSING IS ILLEGAL.

    “I’m giving you a warning. If you go into anyone’s home without permission you will be arrested. That also includes my home.”

    “If….you wanted to come over you could have just asked.”
     
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    Aimouryllice stared at Samson in silence for the longest time. Just staring. As usual, no expression on her face. One moment he was ready to make her break the ritual and eat and now he was admonishing her for something totally unrelated.

    "I understand," she said slowly, quietly, switching back to English. "I am sorry. I leave now."

    She turned around and marched swiftly to wherever the front door was, her head held all high because clearly she wasn't wanted here and was wasting her time if she stayed. Ready to force her to eat despite her many warnings against it, even ready to punish her even though she didn't know a thing about these weird and strangely hateful, aggressive rituals--oohhh.

    Human greed.

    That was the explanation every time, Aimouryllice had found. Humans claimed things and refused to share with anyone and got mad when anyone got too close.

    It was upsetting.

    Her gaze turned backwards, and whether he was there or not she spoke in the tongue of her people again; "I want to ask like you say, but it is clear you don't want me here either way. I apologize again, Samson Hawk. Samson Hawk, I want to talk with you, but... I don't know what you want. You remind of waves on a shore. I feel so confused. I don't know what to do about you."

    Her mouth opened to continue, but she snapped it shut and turned and kept on her way. Her hand found the doorknob on the front door and she stood there jiggling it for several moments. Turning it this way and that. Tugging on it, pushing. She didn't even unlock it.

    "Dumb and stupid--how do I remove this obstacle..."
     
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    Did she understand what he was saying? He wasn’t exactly sure. She said she did but he still wasn’t sure.

    Samson just nodded at her when she said she will leave. That’s good! Great. She would be gone and then he can finally get some sleep. He actually saw no reason in stopping her so he wasn’t going to.

    “I remind you of waves on a shore?”

    Was that a compliment? He was going to take this as a compliment. #OceanTitanPride

    “Aimouryllice what I want right now is to just to be able to go to sleep. I also want you to not get in any trouble and I guess stay safe?”

    Mostly he wanted sleep. He could just go to sleep on his couch now. Samson was not going to be able to make his way back upstairs to his bed.

    He was freaking tired and having to deal with Aimouryllice was not helping.

    Samson just sorta stood and watched Aimouryllice struggle with opening his door. Did she not know how to open doors? That was a very funny thought but also sad. Very….very….very sad. He was going to let her figure this out on her own, but he realized how long that could probably take so he went to go help her.

    “You didn’t unlock the door first.” he said as he simply turned the lock on his door to unlock it and then turned the doorknob and pushed open the door for Aimouryllice.

    “Now you can leave and go to your own bed and sleep. It is late….or really early.”

    He forgot to check the time! Great.

    “Um. We can talk….later? If you want to still talk. I’m still a bit curious about your people and I am still going to help you find them. Don’t forget about that.”

    Right right….he still was going to help her with that. He wasn’t going to help her in the middle of the night like this though.
     
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    Samson did some weird finger witchcraft and suddenly the door was open. The chilly breeze that brushed past had Aimouryllice's fins flattening against her head.

    ...Did he just help her?

    "...Thank you," was all the Vox Somni said in return and was out the door before he muddied her mind any more than he already had.

    It was only after Aimouryllice had shed her qipao in the sand and disappeared into the ocean that she realized she'd forgotten her spear inside his house.

    . . .It was time to make a new spear.
     


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