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Post by Sarah Jane on Sept 20, 2011 1:29:57 GMT -5
Trust could be the better part of valor, she had learned. Besides, if this creature intended her harm, she dare say she'd have little defense, though she'd bet her favorite pair of shoes that she could outrun him, thinking of the slick glass of his feet lacking traction over the old carpet and hardwood floors.
This image brought a little laugh she cannot suppress, imagining of his careening and slipping about after her. She held her laugh behind her hand. Oh. The stairs. Don't think of the stairs.
She got herself under control.
Now she contemplated Denatus' hand that had turned so menacingly dark and was held in invitation before her. From her seat, Sarah Jane took a breath and let her eyes close. The thought came easily.
She is twelve. She is picking apples for the summer. It is hot and dry and beautiful. The grasses are yellow and green, the sky is as blue as a kitten's eyes, and tree leaves are the dark green of late season. All around her, the apples. Shining, red and fragrant.
The Farmer has only one ladder, or so he says. She must wait for him, buckets full and already sent by rope to the ground. Now she only need wait, and still paid by the hour with a job already well done. She sits so comfortably in the crook of a tree in her overalls.
This she holds in her mind carefully cohesive, and then reaching out to touch those cool fingertips blindly. Now carefully built, she feels it all at once again. Just after she feels him touch her, she remembers in particular the big juicy crisp bite of apple, her sharp young teeth cutting through, the juice flooding her mouth.
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Post by Jack Harkness on Sept 20, 2011 13:07:54 GMT -5
The second their hands touched once more a connection was made.
The memory being transfered from thought to golden sparks.
The pitch black smoke flared up with golden light. Traveling to the center of the man before settling there.
Whirling around as sand caught in the wind.
'Those fruits are called apples?'
He could feel the warm earthly sun on his own skin, as if he had been pulled into her world in exchange for his.
'you have beautiful knowledge of your world...'
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Post by Sarah Jane on Sept 20, 2011 13:22:46 GMT -5
"I love my world." She half whispered, still lingering on the memory of that day. She was so glad nothing bad had happened. That fleeting thought brought back to mind her image of the glass man creature slipping and sliding along, trying to run on his bare slick feet. Laughter bubbles up out of her, and she tries to quell her thought. It is not easy. Suddenly she is a 12 year old sitting at the top of the railing eating and apple watching him pinwheel down the stairs, only just keeping his balance.
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Post by Jack Harkness on Sept 25, 2011 9:23:51 GMT -5
Every single thought and whisper was taken into the black smoke, whirls of golden sparks lighting up his hands before it turned pitch black again.
'humans have interesting minds'
He noticed the side tracked fragments of thoughts which made her smile.
Which was rather odd, the thought of him slipping.
Lux rarely traveled by foot. They certainly didn't like running.
But this was why they had learned how to travel through portals.
Their bodies did not need air or heat so they were perfect for traveling through the portals in space.
'and brilliant memories'
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Post by Sarah Jane on Sept 25, 2011 19:38:17 GMT -5
"Denatus, I think you're very much like a traveling man I once knew. You're really just curious. Alright. I give you permission to explore Earth. All I'm worried about now is you getting caught. Most people will be alarmed by the way you look. They'll run away. They'll call people with weapons. You'll have to hide yourself with clothes or something. Any ideas? I could go find you some clothes tomorrow, but you'd have to stay hidden until then."  |
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Post by Jack Harkness on Sept 26, 2011 12:07:16 GMT -5
Denatus was quite suprised anyone could be afraid of him. He had no reason to be a threat to this planet.
But if these were the conditions he would happily agree.
'clothing?'
There was a good reason his race didn't wear clothing, touch was their primal way to learn. Clothing would obstruct his learning.
Which would mean he'd have to stay longer as expected.
'If this is the case...I shall wait for your return'
He wouldn't leave the house until it was absolutley ok to do so.
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Post by Sarah Jane on Sept 26, 2011 12:36:42 GMT -5
She could see now, how eager he was to leave. She bid him a fond goodnight. It wasn't much past 10:30 when she made her way back up the hill on her vespa, it's tiny boot packed with clothes.
She hurried through the door, excited, hoping it wasn't all some freakish dream. She thumped her way right up into the attic, packages in hand, helmet still on. She is in a fall dress and boots.
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Post by Jack Harkness on Sept 26, 2011 13:05:05 GMT -5
Denatus had stayed exactly where he had been, not a single piece in the house out of place except for a small glass mirror.
The attic now filled with glass objects and Denatus silent as his fingertips were attached to the window he had been touching before.
He noticed Sarah Jane the moment the door opened. Her presence a welcome addition to the room.
The Lux carefully turned around, his left hand still resting against the cool glass as he turned towards the human.
'I must apologise...I have moved these pieces of glass...'
He hadn't asked to do so, he just ended up with the mirror in his right hand and the window pressed to his left.
These pieces of cool glass were just...like magnets to the Lux.
Simply beautiful for someone like him.
Someone who had been away from home for centuries and found pieces of his world on another.
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Post by Sarah Jane on Sept 26, 2011 13:51:20 GMT -5
She quick stepped in, carrying the bags and boxes and putting them over on a couch with a sheet over it.
"Oh!" It had not occurred to her that he would feel the need to ask."Of course it's alright, Denatus."
She turned, stood, and smiled at him. She saw the changes he had made, and with what longing he touched the glass.
"You're eager to get out of here." She pulled off her helmet, her hair falling in raven wings around her face. "Come see what I brought. Come try these on." Even as she was opening up the packages, she realizes that her new friend would not know how to put them on. She stands as he approaches, holding out her hand in invitation.
"Do that thing you do. Let me show you how to put these on." Surely he could figure out the shapes, and Sarah Jane could have helped him, but oddly in asking him to dress, it was the first time she'd thought of him as undressed, and heat rose to her cheeks. Better he learn to do it alone anyway.
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Post by Jack Harkness on Sept 26, 2011 13:59:12 GMT -5
The Lux carefully placed the mirror down on one of the dusty boxes before closing the distance between the two of them.
His fingertips turning pitch black before his complete hand followed.
It seemed she wanted to teach him something, and he was eager to learn.
Certainly if it would help him make contact to other of her kind.
The second he made contact sparks of familiar golden whirred through his system.
The pitch black smoke taking in the new information without a single problem.
He could even register the feint heat rising to her cheeks.
And he did know that symptom, at least.
He thought he did.
'you're temperature is rising?...are you in good health?'
If not, he'd happily help her.
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Post by Sarah Jane on Sept 26, 2011 17:31:08 GMT -5
What exactly is your plan Sarah Jane, she wondered a second before their fingertips touched.
"I'm fine thank you." She said, additionally spun by the fact he'd read her heat.
For a reflexive instant, she shows him how it feels when she is getting dressed. This image she immediately rejects for obvious reasons. She takes a deep breath, mind blank. She looks away from him to the window.
Now in her mind,, she is remembering a man dressing before a window. Resigned and amused, she remembers all the way from the socks up.
He doesn't know what that is about. Just let him watch, she thought, trying not to exhibit her pleasant discomfort in any additional fashion.
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Post by Jack Harkness on Sept 27, 2011 11:04:12 GMT -5
Denatus took in every piece of information he could gather.
Even the part that it was, in one way or another.
Embarrasing or just weird for humans to share this information.
'I believe I am able to use this articles of clothing now'
He gave her the feeling of a smile before carefully pulling his hand back.
The glass man took the pieces of clothing into his hands and casually started to put them on.
The fabric weird against his skin. Not that he would complain.
This was basically all he needed to do before he could start exploring this world.
It took him a few minutes to get dressed and he didn't know wether to agree on the socks and shoes. But he wouldn't start complaining.
He still had his hands to feel with, and it seemed he did not need to cover his head.
'is this right?' he asked her, tilting his head slightly as if he were looking down at the clothes.
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Post by Sarah Jane on Sept 27, 2011 21:42:57 GMT -5
"Oh!"
He looked so . . .human. They were good clothes that would fade in. Timeless. Plain but neatly tailored. He stood just like a man. The hat was in the last box. She plucked it out and put it on him. It was a serious hat, but she'd gotten it at a costume shop. it had a wig sewn right into it. Unremarkable but realistic brown hair with a nice, long, artistic cut covered him half way down his neck and fell across his face.
"Wait, wait, don't look yet." She took the gloves from the hatbox. She'd cut the tips off to leave his glowing glass fingers out. She could only hope people thought it was the latest in rugged wear, that impossible "fabric" of the glass of him.
"Come look now.." She took him by the hand and lead him over to the mirror. "Now you look nearly human." She sighed. "But perhaps not human enough. You're going to have to hide your face, or stay in the dark. I brought a scarf for your face, but . . . ." Who would want to be so encumbered? Sarah Jane went to get the last items anyway. A pair of dark shades, a bit of electrical tape, and a black silk bandanna. She held them out to him.
"If you want to go out in the day, you'll just have to cover everything. We don't have glass people on Earth, and someone might hurt you for being different. You do understand you'll have to be very careful?" She wished it was not so, and this sadness was in her voice. "There are so many planets you could go to, so many wonderful places where you could just be yourself. Why Earth?"
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Post by Jack Harkness on Sept 28, 2011 12:58:37 GMT -5
Denatus was quite alright with the suit and shoes, but it seemed none of his skin were actually welcome.
The sparks of gold flared up slightly at the gloves.
The only way for a Lux to learn anything was by direct contact or thoughts.
And since rocks didn't think that much he definitly needed his hands.
'I must apologize Sarah Jane...but, if you cover up my skin ...I will not be able to learn anything'
He knew his fingertips were still open, but already his vison was being blocked by a significant amount of fabrics.
He could harldy feel the air on his skin, he already couldn't feel the dust underneath his feet.
And now he could barely feel with his hands.
'would it be ok for me just to use the suit? I shall promise you none of your race shall remember I was ever there...'
It had been one of the tricks he had picked up along the way of traveling.
He had once met a race which one could not see, but he had simply listened and felt. They had tought him how to change minds.
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Post by Sarah Jane on Sept 29, 2011 23:19:05 GMT -5
The sorrow in him was downright painful. She also felt that putting clothing on him was like putting spray paint on a lily. Or hiding a light under a barrel. Worst of all, now she could understand better how his senses worked, and what a tragedy it was to send him out muffled.
However, it was not so much different than an Astronaut in a space suit. He might have to just live with the limitations of a world that was not ready to accept Alien life forms casually. She reached up and stripped off his hat. Then with a sigh, she started pulling off his gloves as well. Another leap of faith it would have to be.
"Denatus, show me how you do it. How you make them not remember." She made a little nervous laugh. "Be careful in there. I have a lot of stuff I want to remember." This moment she is being brave, one can tell by the seriousness on her face, if one can read a human face. "Show me.".
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