Post by Zeppelin on Jul 3, 2016 15:58:19 GMT -5
Although Zeppelin was loath to admit it, the dome was a sort of great piece of art. Whoever initially built the thing must have been some sort of genius- she was on the border of a desolate desert with no water in sight while a waterfront and a lush area of grassland stood at her back. In the real world, such drastic changes in terrain would not be wholly possible beside each other and yet here it seemed natural and not unusual at all.
She'd been dropped off smack dab in the middle of the dome with nothing but the clothes on her back, a hatchet, and a decision to travel to the edge of the dome for measurements. She would walk all the way to the end just to turn around and make her way to the complete opposite side- it wasn't a terrible plan; she had nothing else to do and no purpose other than getting out of the dome. One thing was stopping her: crossing the desert.
Zeppelin's ancestors lived in the same place that she was born for hundreds of years, it was the only way to live that she knew; swamp lands. Dangerous, nasty, unyielding- but her people knew every trick in the book to conquer the unforgiving waters. They knew nothing of the dry heat and the sand- nothing of the sparse cacti and absent water. Common knowledge dictated that she knew the basics of it- cacti held water, or water could be collected over night in a receptacle, or… the third option. Zeppelin was not a squeamish sort of person, but the third option was not something that she wanted to do. And she knew once she planted a foot in the bright sand, she would have to. After all, she had no water canteen- no plastic or tin receptacle, and she wouldn't always be around a cactus when the thirst overtook her.
What she had was a blade- she could kill an animal and pry away the eyes so that she could pop it into her mouth and suck the water out of it like a grape. She shuddered at the thought. What lay before her was an ultimatum: attempt to cross the vast expanse of the dry void, or be content to sit about and do nothing in the woods. She had to do it. Giving up was not an option.
With a huff, she plopped down to the dirt in the shade of a sparse bush, she would wait until evening when the sun wouldn't be beating down on her like an unrelenting dehydrator. She sighed and looked at her tattooed hands, wrinkled and dying just a week ago; the past two months had been nothing but misery and confusion. Plucked from the only world she knew and thrown into a cage with only herself for company, she had already been through seventy years of failure- she would not make the same mistake again. She would cross the desert and make it to the other side, or she would die trying. She owed her people that much.
A rather large beetle decided to scurry out of the bush and crawl incredibly close to her still form, but it stopped next to her foot and turned towards her before continuing whatever journey it was venturing on,
“I thought I told you to go away.”
She spoke venomously to the retreating beetle. At that moment, a lizard scampered from under a rock a pounced on the bug.
“Ha!”
That's what he gets for sticking his nose in her business again. The lizard scooped the beetle into its mouth and turned his head to her, standing completely still. She didn't know if it was assessing whether she was a threat, or if there was some form of comprehensive coherence within him- she assumed the second guess was correct.
A thought occurred to her, one of thousands that occurred throughout the average day- seemingly small, fleeting, and unimportant at first. However, this particular thought gave her pause and quite suddenly, she gasped and leveled an accusing finger at the lizard who was now running back to his rock,
“Holy shit! I get it!”
It was so obvious now.
God wasn't everywhere in the sense of an encompassing presence, he was only everywhere by transference. She often spoke aloud to him, well- insulted him mostly. But, he always answered in some form or another. If she said something to him, a bird would call, she would say something else, and the wind would blow. His voice was transferred from the bird to the skies that he rode on. Or in this case, from the bug to the lizard that ate it. He could only move through the spirits that touched each other.
“You think you're so damn smart, well- I've figured you out!”
Not that it really did her much good, but it brought her a sense of profound elation. She'd figured out an aspect of God- something that almost no living soul could claim.
Silence abruptly followed her shout and the wind was still- that sure shut him up for now. Zeppelin wondered if he was mad; nothing she'd said so far seemed to make him stop interacting with her (she'd even threatened to throw her lot in with the devil.) Perhaps he would take the hint and screw off for good.
With God gone for the time being and nothing much to do besides wait for dusk, Zeppelin decided to take a nap in order to be on full alert when she finally started her long trek across the desert sands and to the very far-off mountain rage that lay beyond. She would be alone and out in the open without any hope for cover and therefore vulnerable for any able-bodied person to attack. It was extremely doubtful because no sane person would live in the desert; on the other hand, nothing was certain in this chaotic universe.
She flopped down on her back and threw an arm over her closed eyes. If there was one thing that could cure a bad mood, it was afternoon naps.
((OOC: Ohhhh @missvoid! We're ready!!!))
She'd been dropped off smack dab in the middle of the dome with nothing but the clothes on her back, a hatchet, and a decision to travel to the edge of the dome for measurements. She would walk all the way to the end just to turn around and make her way to the complete opposite side- it wasn't a terrible plan; she had nothing else to do and no purpose other than getting out of the dome. One thing was stopping her: crossing the desert.
Zeppelin's ancestors lived in the same place that she was born for hundreds of years, it was the only way to live that she knew; swamp lands. Dangerous, nasty, unyielding- but her people knew every trick in the book to conquer the unforgiving waters. They knew nothing of the dry heat and the sand- nothing of the sparse cacti and absent water. Common knowledge dictated that she knew the basics of it- cacti held water, or water could be collected over night in a receptacle, or… the third option. Zeppelin was not a squeamish sort of person, but the third option was not something that she wanted to do. And she knew once she planted a foot in the bright sand, she would have to. After all, she had no water canteen- no plastic or tin receptacle, and she wouldn't always be around a cactus when the thirst overtook her.
What she had was a blade- she could kill an animal and pry away the eyes so that she could pop it into her mouth and suck the water out of it like a grape. She shuddered at the thought. What lay before her was an ultimatum: attempt to cross the vast expanse of the dry void, or be content to sit about and do nothing in the woods. She had to do it. Giving up was not an option.
With a huff, she plopped down to the dirt in the shade of a sparse bush, she would wait until evening when the sun wouldn't be beating down on her like an unrelenting dehydrator. She sighed and looked at her tattooed hands, wrinkled and dying just a week ago; the past two months had been nothing but misery and confusion. Plucked from the only world she knew and thrown into a cage with only herself for company, she had already been through seventy years of failure- she would not make the same mistake again. She would cross the desert and make it to the other side, or she would die trying. She owed her people that much.
A rather large beetle decided to scurry out of the bush and crawl incredibly close to her still form, but it stopped next to her foot and turned towards her before continuing whatever journey it was venturing on,
“I thought I told you to go away.”
She spoke venomously to the retreating beetle. At that moment, a lizard scampered from under a rock a pounced on the bug.
“Ha!”
That's what he gets for sticking his nose in her business again. The lizard scooped the beetle into its mouth and turned his head to her, standing completely still. She didn't know if it was assessing whether she was a threat, or if there was some form of comprehensive coherence within him- she assumed the second guess was correct.
A thought occurred to her, one of thousands that occurred throughout the average day- seemingly small, fleeting, and unimportant at first. However, this particular thought gave her pause and quite suddenly, she gasped and leveled an accusing finger at the lizard who was now running back to his rock,
“Holy shit! I get it!”
It was so obvious now.
God wasn't everywhere in the sense of an encompassing presence, he was only everywhere by transference. She often spoke aloud to him, well- insulted him mostly. But, he always answered in some form or another. If she said something to him, a bird would call, she would say something else, and the wind would blow. His voice was transferred from the bird to the skies that he rode on. Or in this case, from the bug to the lizard that ate it. He could only move through the spirits that touched each other.
“You think you're so damn smart, well- I've figured you out!”
Not that it really did her much good, but it brought her a sense of profound elation. She'd figured out an aspect of God- something that almost no living soul could claim.
Silence abruptly followed her shout and the wind was still- that sure shut him up for now. Zeppelin wondered if he was mad; nothing she'd said so far seemed to make him stop interacting with her (she'd even threatened to throw her lot in with the devil.) Perhaps he would take the hint and screw off for good.
With God gone for the time being and nothing much to do besides wait for dusk, Zeppelin decided to take a nap in order to be on full alert when she finally started her long trek across the desert sands and to the very far-off mountain rage that lay beyond. She would be alone and out in the open without any hope for cover and therefore vulnerable for any able-bodied person to attack. It was extremely doubtful because no sane person would live in the desert; on the other hand, nothing was certain in this chaotic universe.
She flopped down on her back and threw an arm over her closed eyes. If there was one thing that could cure a bad mood, it was afternoon naps.
((OOC: Ohhhh @missvoid! We're ready!!!))