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towerofanimus2012-11-23 02:20 pm
warriorscribe) wrote in towerofanimus2012-11-23 02:20 pm
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All that is familiar is foreign (backdated to the 20th)(Language: Alternian)
Characters: Enoch and anyone
Setting: Room 3-18; Floor 5, Nov 20
Format: Starting in prose, but I'll match you!
Summary: Enoch wakes up and happens to notice he can't read his own language anymore! Also may or may not figure out the concepts of "friend" and "enemy" are now a single word depending on the turn of conversation.
Warnings: None yet! (but possibly language, depending on who tags in)
Room 3-18
There was only one language in his time, in his world. So it took him completely by surprise when his position in his sleep pushed the card Armaros had given him halfway out of his pocket, and when he looked at it...he didn't recognize the words. Logically, he knew they read my hero, but the letters that had been so familiar to him, that he had been taught, that he had written all his life, were alien.
Worry slowly dawning on his face, he slid out of bed so fast he took his sheets with him, and trailed them a step or two on his way to his chest. He hurriedly opened it and pulled one of his Meridian journals out of the bundle he'd left them in since the whale attack. All of it was gibberish. Vaguely familiar in shape, but unrecognizable.
He closed the book and the trunk, and sat on top of it, staring at the card, as if looking at it long enough would make the letters more familiar to him. He couldn't even remember the mnemonic song his father had taught him, that he'd taught every child he'd raised, repeated over and over across his centuries-long journey...
"Why?" he wondered aloud, not realizing his language was that of another world's entirely.
Floor 5
The NPCs at the security station were no more understandable even now that his language wasn't even his own. Not being able to understand what anyone else was saying, when there was no precedent for him, was jarring. Eventually, he meandered to the outer ring and sat down next to a viewfinder, taking a moment to gather his thoughts. Eventually, his gaze traveled up to it, lingered, and then returned to the floor. Someone had painted over every one of these when he'd first managed to wonder what they were, and between this and the fact that the lenses were shaped and positioned for a pair of eyes, Enoch assumed they were trying to protect people from whatever they did. It was probably for the best he not look, and just stay here where there weren't very many people talking. Maybe if he waited long enough, he'd hear someone he could understand.
Setting: Room 3-18; Floor 5, Nov 20
Format: Starting in prose, but I'll match you!
Summary: Enoch wakes up and happens to notice he can't read his own language anymore! Also may or may not figure out the concepts of "friend" and "enemy" are now a single word depending on the turn of conversation.
Warnings: None yet! (but possibly language, depending on who tags in)
Room 3-18
There was only one language in his time, in his world. So it took him completely by surprise when his position in his sleep pushed the card Armaros had given him halfway out of his pocket, and when he looked at it...he didn't recognize the words. Logically, he knew they read my hero, but the letters that had been so familiar to him, that he had been taught, that he had written all his life, were alien.
Worry slowly dawning on his face, he slid out of bed so fast he took his sheets with him, and trailed them a step or two on his way to his chest. He hurriedly opened it and pulled one of his Meridian journals out of the bundle he'd left them in since the whale attack. All of it was gibberish. Vaguely familiar in shape, but unrecognizable.
He closed the book and the trunk, and sat on top of it, staring at the card, as if looking at it long enough would make the letters more familiar to him. He couldn't even remember the mnemonic song his father had taught him, that he'd taught every child he'd raised, repeated over and over across his centuries-long journey...
"Why?" he wondered aloud, not realizing his language was that of another world's entirely.
Floor 5
The NPCs at the security station were no more understandable even now that his language wasn't even his own. Not being able to understand what anyone else was saying, when there was no precedent for him, was jarring. Eventually, he meandered to the outer ring and sat down next to a viewfinder, taking a moment to gather his thoughts. Eventually, his gaze traveled up to it, lingered, and then returned to the floor. Someone had painted over every one of these when he'd first managed to wonder what they were, and between this and the fact that the lenses were shaped and positioned for a pair of eyes, Enoch assumed they were trying to protect people from whatever they did. It was probably for the best he not look, and just stay here where there weren't very many people talking. Maybe if he waited long enough, he'd hear someone he could understand.
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She waved her hand in a way that she hoped would say 'Don't worry about it. It's nothing.' before thinking about how she could at least get her question understood. She flipped a page and drew Enoch holding a small gift box. She then drew a line from the gift box to a question mark before showing the notebook to Enoch again. Hopefully, this time, he would understand.
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And she couldn't understand him. Enoch sighed and raised a hand to his head.
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He tried to think of what to draw to represent what he wanted to say. Eventually, he took the pen and notebook and drew a person writing at a desk with a quill, and wrote You would not understand this beneath it, connecting it with an arrow. Beside that, a person attempting to read a scroll, a question mark over their head to show confusion.
Hopefully, that was good enough. Enoch returned them with the new drawing, watching Tohko's face for sign of comprehension.
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So, when took back her notebook-with a nod and smiled that she hoped read 'Thank you!'-she looked at the drawing for a few minutes, trying to decipher it. She could only think of two meaning for this drawing, and both were terribly sad. The first was that he wanted his old life back as a gift. The person standing over him probably couldn't read the scroll due to tiny handwriting or smudged print, and he was asking about it.
The second was that right now, no matter what either of them wrote or drew, they wouldn't be able to communicate with each other. Sad, Tohko drew two more pictures above Enoch's and connected it with arrows.
The first showed a person writing at a desk with a quill, but this time, the person trying to read the scroll had an exclamation point over his head, and he was smiling. The second showed two collared figures actually talking with each other, and a man wearing a business suit was crying over his smashed computer.
She then handed the notebook back to Enoch, hoping he would understand the message: That, eventually, he would go back to living his old life and that, eventually, they would be able to speak to each other using words again.
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He wasn't sure what the first picture was for, other than the assumption that logically, writing would become understandable too once the effect was over or the control was removed. He nodded in acknowledgment of what he did understand, at least, and tapped the pen against the paper for a bit as he tried to think of what to follow that up with. Eventually, he gave up, handing them back to Tohko. It was hard to find things to say in a situation like this that weren't completely dependent on language. Like his syntax was really strange now, and he wasn't sure how he was so fluent.
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