Earth. She's heard so much of it all her life, but never was there ever a chance for them to visit. The Ancients might've touched one version of it, but it was never enough to give the Arcana a reason to go save it--except now. Maybe there were some strings pulled to get this mission going. She wouldn't be surprised.
Katve spoiled her rotten with earthling culture, showing her the video cassettes of movies he cradled close to his chest, crowing about their brilliance and earthlings being so creative. He bellowed so loud sometimes, she'd been entranced as a little goober when his tentacles flew all around his head. Young, impressionable minds soak that shit up like a sponge.
What Velia finds impressive about earth is how much of a shithole it looks like. Her team is further off, and she's left to wander into the city known as M-a-n-h-a-t-t-a-n, with the briefing which tells her she's been born for this place. Or maybe it's the other way around. This city, with all its smell of piss and bright lights, was definitely made for her. Look at all the humans scurrying around her!
Most of them avoid walking too near her, despite how appropriately she's dressed. There's a little minion with its mother, but the old hag shoes the boy off when he points up at her tattoos. They cover her arms, a spiraling pattern mostly, but with strategically placed 'circles' all about. Her clawed bracers glisten in the sunlight.
This place sucks, Horace, her ghostly familiar whines.
"That's because you have no appreciation for humans."
They're not very advanced. More like monkeys.
Monkeys? Well, that one with the adorably larger ears, the slicked back hair, and uniform that's so prim and proper could look like one, maybe. He's minding his own business, of course, which is why she approaches him. The beads in her braided hair clack against each other, her heels snapping against the concrete as she shuffles after him.
And before he can scurry away, before he realizes he's been caught, she loops their arms together. "Hello, darling."
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BLOOP. that time when a space baby invaded earth and made arthur's life hell
Date: 2019-03-26 12:41 am (UTC)Katve spoiled her rotten with earthling culture, showing her the video cassettes of movies he cradled close to his chest, crowing about their brilliance and earthlings being so creative. He bellowed so loud sometimes, she'd been entranced as a little goober when his tentacles flew all around his head. Young, impressionable minds soak that shit up like a sponge.
What Velia finds impressive about earth is how much of a shithole it looks like. Her team is further off, and she's left to wander into the city known as M-a-n-h-a-t-t-a-n, with the briefing which tells her she's been born for this place. Or maybe it's the other way around. This city, with all its smell of piss and bright lights, was definitely made for her. Look at all the humans scurrying around her!
Most of them avoid walking too near her, despite how appropriately she's dressed. There's a little minion with its mother, but the old hag shoes the boy off when he points up at her tattoos. They cover her arms, a spiraling pattern mostly, but with strategically placed 'circles' all about. Her clawed bracers glisten in the sunlight.
This place sucks, Horace, her ghostly familiar whines.
"That's because you have no appreciation for humans."
They're not very advanced. More like monkeys.
Monkeys? Well, that one with the adorably larger ears, the slicked back hair, and uniform that's so prim and proper could look like one, maybe. He's minding his own business, of course, which is why she approaches him. The beads in her braided hair clack against each other, her heels snapping against the concrete as she shuffles after him.
And before he can scurry away, before he realizes he's been caught, she loops their arms together. "Hello, darling."