New Fangled Techno-Rology (Ari, Closed) Feb 20, 2018 15:49:14 GMT
Post by Hematite on Feb 20, 2018 15:49:14 GMT
It was simply confusing, that was the only word the fusion could state with the situation she was in, a message received simply out of the blue on the strange technology she held, the outlying message was beyond her really; unbeknownst to many, she actually couldn’t read English as she hadn’t spent as many years doing so compared to other languages. It was odd, gem-tongue shared the same way of speech, but lacked any form of semblances when regarding the written portion of it. So when her strange phone flashed, and she tried her hardest to impress Lloyd, who was kind enough to buy it for her, by acting like she knew what she was doing--she only became more estranged by the situation.
“Uh, yeah—it’s from someone named, Ari. Says she wanted to meet you here.” A female voice would say to her, and Hematite looked up from her raspberry cheesecake, sitting in a familiar café with a grown woman in front of her, her hair cut into what some would call a ‘skrillex shave,’ though one side was braided and the locks on the other were longer. She had green eyes which complimented her nearly tan tone—displaying a sort of South-Eastern European descent that gave her a rather gipsy-like look, her black curly hair dashed with green-highlights, and she was decked out in the attire of a closet-raver.
Hematite registered those words, but her mind shifted to purpose of it, she took another bite of cheese cake, skeptical as she looked to a window and thought, Ari- Arsenic? She had forgotten that she sent one of the most old-fashion of communication methods and had a messenger-bird of all thing’s track her down. Written gem-speech, though showing signs the gem was actually forgetting her kin’s own written-language.
“Arsenic, we need to talk. Homeworld is pushing its influence here in America, an entire city of them actually. Rebellion is also worrying me, shows signs of forcing their integration here on earth beyond just the small town I live in, let me know when you get here.
The only reason she knew of where to go beforehand was that her finger accidentally tapped the 'show destination,' response given to her by the sender and it showed this place, mysteriously, a cafe she had visited with Lloyd.
“Never used a phone? I mean, it’s pretty simple once you get the hang of it.” The young woman would say to her as she sipped her coffee.
“I’ve lived in very rural areas of Japan for most of my life, we don’t normally use those things.” In fact she only knew how to open and answer calls thanks to the fact that Lloyd showed her how, and that was enough to make the gem a little nervous that he’d start picking out the inconsistencies of her past.
“I’ve never seen anyone who didn’t know how to use a phone, except some old people.” The girl would say jokingly. “Japan really has places like that?”
“Yes, some places strictly maintain much of their heritage and culture, they are considered sacred, and such technology rarely reaches them.” Sometimes it was looked down upon, especially when one considered the history of her Homeland Okunoshima and the horrible madness that had happened there.
The young woman sitting across from her in the small booth would raise her brows with interest, “That’s crazy, kind of like the Amish people here in American.” She drew a line. And Hematite would seem to let it slide as she didn’t know what the human was speaking of, her thoughts more centered on what was happening with Ari—though the word Amish immediately made her think of the Ainu, and a long lost friend briefly flashed through her mind’s eye.
She looked around, not necessarily seeing Ari, she chose the city to give a good explanation of what was going.