by Zev the Reveler Sun Jul 10, 2011 7:22 pm
[ Bebop II, Viewing Deck: ]
Zev: *Gazes out at the stars*
*A figure moves up behind him, before sitting down at his side*
Namah: So...What's our next course of action, Your Excellency?
*She waits for an exaggerated reaction, but at Zev's silence, she turns to gaze at him*
Zev: ... *Finally speaks* ...Uterio comes first and foremost. As much as I want to protect the Royal Trees... *Sigh*
Namah: ... *Gently touches his shoulder* I'm sorry, Zev...I know how hard this must be, to let something so dangerous to the Royal Trees go free. I don't think I can really know how close the Juraian Royal Family are to the Royal Trees...But I know what it's like to feel like you can't protect what you love.
Zev: ... *Smiles softly* Thanks, Namah. It's nice to know you're here when I need someone to talk to.
Namah: ... *Gives a very slight smile* ...Don't mention it. *Abruptly frowns, staring out into space like Zev had been*
*Her brow furrows noticeably as she lays a finger on her chin in thought*
Namah: I just can't help but wonder about the Shima Brothers...One thing above all...
Zev: ...Yes? What is that? *Something visibly begins to jog in his mind*
Namah: ...Why would the Shima Brothers even want the Arboretum Notes? They'd need to have - ...Their own...Royal...Tree...
*She and Zev turn to stare at each other, both rapidly turning pale as sheets*
Zev: ...Come with me. I need to ask mother something.
*They both hurry out of the room*
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[ Ryuten, Hidden Chamber: ]
Hishima & Takashima: *Enter the Sanctum*
*At the center of the large chamber is a simply massive tree*
*It rests within a shallow pit depressed into the metallic panels of the floor*
*Connected to the tree's roots and the pit's floor are numerous computers*
*Some resemble large, dark red spheres rested atop masses of cords; others resemble huge rectangular blocks*
Hishima: *Leads Takashima over to an exposed floor section of wires and circuits*
Takashima: *Gently sets the Arboretum Notes from its place rested on his shoulder onto the designated area*
*Wires of its own connecting into the floor, the Arboretum Notes computer begins to flicker and whirr into life*
*More of the computers begin to beep and whirr and flash*
Takashima: Glah!? *Stares up at the tree "through" his eyeless mask*
Hishima: What? You sense two sentients, brother?
*He turns to gaze up at the tree, which has started to release beams of iridescent light*
Hishima: I see...You hadn't been told, brother. One, of course, is her...And the other is the Royal Tree itself.
*Eyes narrowing, he watches as an elliptical patch begins to glow on the tree*
Hishima: ...It is with him that our conquest lies.
SPLORTSSSCCCHHHHH!!
Hishima: Aaahh... *Trembles noticeably*
*With an abrupt spray of saplike liquid, a figure begins to emerge*
Hishima: *Kneels with Takashima* At last...You have waited for so long...
*The diminutive female completely leaves the tree*
*Possessing a short stature and petite build, she physically looks like she couldn't be over twelve years old. Her keen, attentive eyes possess golden irises (Both with a thin circle that creates the illusion of a dual iris in either one), she is possessed of twin small, partly-hidden fangs, and her skin is a light golden tone*
*With largely straight hair, the frontmost half is a coffee tone tan-brown. The rest, however, is a pale blonde; she possesses two large, crescent pigtails that curve back and taper neatly to the ends, while framing her face are two curious locks that resemble wings. Most distinctly, her narrow, tan-brown furred, almost feline ears stick out laterally, with a slight back-and-upward angle to their position*
*Clad in nothing at all, her nude body still drips slightly with a mixture of water, sap, and unknown substances from within the tree. In addition, two metallic half-rings around the sides of her ribcage bear orange caps over her chest; two bands hooked into cords rest around her neck and right thigh; and numerous electrodes are attached across her body*
Hishima: Master Yume!
Yume: Hmph! *Scowls dangerously*
Hishima: You'll catch a cold... *Offers her a towel* Please...
*There is a faint whistling of air and a flicker of motion*
*A small, yet shockingly powerful fist crashes into Hishima's face*
*He is sent hurling into the pit's side, face partially shattered*
Yume: *Has snatched the towel, fist still clenched* Slowpokes...!
*She moves to dry herself off as Takashima goes to Hishima's aid*
Yume: You're 7,200 hours later than planned!!
~ ~ ~
OOS: Show of hands. Who wasn't expecting this?
/raises hand