03-10-2010, 08:53 AM
The royal lizard-girl already stood out way more then she wanted to, but the new clothing that she had been changed into didn't help matters any. She strolled out of the small alleyway she had woke up in and glanced around the arcade area of the carnival. Typically she wore a tank top and pants, with a hoody to cover her face from the human crowds; but after her recent adventure the attire had changed.
"Nice costume, sweety," a woman said as she walked by the reptilian, giving her a friendly smile. Alura was surprised to get such a nice reception by a human, though after a thought she wasn't sure the woman was a human at all. Regardless, the girl looked down at her tall body, adorned with the pirate jacket over a black shirt, some ripped pants, and a nice big pirate captain's hat atop her gold-plated skull.
At first Alura thought it had all been a dream. A normal reaction, she imagined. After all, it had been a normal day on Namek when she was kidnapped and woke up in this carnival. After that, she had been swept into a nightmarish reality that saw her almost swallowed by with a pirate vessel. For all intents and purposes, she should have been dead. But luck had saved her. Luck had gotten her out of a stormy ship battle, and put her right back in the carnival.
"From one prison to another," she commented to herself as she strolled down the arcade booths. She thought about the families enjoying the various games, such as the baseball throw or the drunking booth. How many were real? Was any of it real? Maybe she was the only real person in the entire carnival.
That theory was shot the second Alura saw a familiar face in front of her, apparently also trying to shake an experience out of his mind. Once the human Juno recognized the lizard-woman, he nodded his head at her and walked near her. "Hey. Nice outfit," he greeted, "I guess we made it."
"Guess so," Alura said, disinterested as she turned away from him. As happy as she was that the boy wasn't killed by the monster that attacked them out in the open, it didn't really make her feel better to know that it was true. Juno being there proved that she wasn't dreaming. She was really there, in a virtual carnival, and she had absolutely no hope or escaping.
"You okay?" Juno asked, "I would have thought you'd be happy to see me."
The scaly face of Alura turned around to face the human. He meant well, really did. She knew it, too. But for some reason she just had enough; her face snarled and she spat at him angrily: "I don't even know you, human."
Before he could answer, she teleported away.
"Stupid," she said to herself, angry at her own grumpiness. She was happy to see she could teleport again, but the bitterness in her mouth after she had just spat out at the only friend she had made was too sour to let her enjoy herself. The girl walked through the shopping area of the carnival, thinking about the things she and Juno had experienced together; that was one friendship she wouldn't get back. "...Stupid."
The reptilian stopped as she noticed a sign on the way towards the ride area. Fortune Teller. The girl glanced around to see if anyone was looking at her, as if wanting to avoid being judged for considering the foolish fortune teller, and then entered the small tent.
The fortune teller at the Freakz circus Alura had originated from had hated aliens, so she didn't really interact with him much. This one, however, was significantly older and didn't appear to be bothered by Alura's foreign features. "Come in, my child," she beckoned from her table, where she had been drawing tarot cards.
"You arn't real," Alura accused, "You're just a program."
"Real is such a broad term," the old woman countered cheerfully, "I am sitting here, talking to you. You can see me. You hear my voice. If that does not make me real, then what does?" Alura tried to come up with a counter to that argued, but couldn't. "Sit," the woman directed gently.
The reptilian woman took a seat in front of the old fortune teller. "Are you going to tell me my future?"
"I would," the woman said, "If I could. But I don't know what your future holds. I'm just an old woman with years of wisdom and experience... knowledge about the world you're in, and the world you come from."
Alura frowned a bit, not quite believing the old hag-looking human. "What good are you if you can't tell the future? What do you know about me?"
"Alura," the woman said gently, looking up from her tarot cards. For the first time, Alura noticed the cold darkness in the eyes of the otherwise sweet-looking female. The eyes seemed to flash white for a brief moment, then back. It continued to shuffle colors, as if she was channeling images into her head. "Show performer. Freak. No, Freakz. A circus like this one. Then a runaway. Fugitive. Dirty alien, they called you. Then a monk. A warrior monk. Protector of the namekians. Heir of Reptilia. A princess who doesn't want her throne. A royal heir with an obligation to her people."
There was a silence as the woman's eyes returned to normal. Alura was shocked by the human's knowledge of her. "How do you know that?" Alura asked. "How?" No answer. "Tell me. Have robots been spying on me?! Do you a file on me? Is that 'Gamer' in your head? Answer me!"
No answer. The fortune teller smiled politely. "I'm sorry, darling. All I do...is offer wisdom. What you do with it while you are here is up to you."
"I don't even belong here!" The reptilian screeched out at the calm old bat. "I'm not a fighter! I'm just a teenager from a circus, wearing freakin' pirate clothes! I'm a nobody! I wasn't meant to be here!"
The woman rather calmly pointed to her tarot cards. She knowingly pulled the top card from the deck and turned it over, setting it in front of her. Fate. "You are not here in Kill Town by accident, Alura," the programmed fortune teller said. "Don't doubt your purpose. You are meant to be here. You are here because you have a job to do...you have a role to fulfill."
"What role? What job?" The frustrated alien-teen asked, irritated. "Why am I here?"
The stoic, wrinkled old woman just smiled again. That annoying human smile. "When it faces you, you'll know it."
Both angry and frustrated by the lack of answers she was getting, Alura turned for the door of the tent. "Fuck you and your fate," she spat as she walked for the door, tired of being fed a lot of riddled bullshit. Before the woman could call the lizard-girl back, she teleported away in mid-step.
One step she was in the fortune tellers tent. The next step, she was walking past the merry-go-round, teleporting into the scene out of nowhere, like nothing had happened.
"Nice costume, sweety," a woman said as she walked by the reptilian, giving her a friendly smile. Alura was surprised to get such a nice reception by a human, though after a thought she wasn't sure the woman was a human at all. Regardless, the girl looked down at her tall body, adorned with the pirate jacket over a black shirt, some ripped pants, and a nice big pirate captain's hat atop her gold-plated skull.
At first Alura thought it had all been a dream. A normal reaction, she imagined. After all, it had been a normal day on Namek when she was kidnapped and woke up in this carnival. After that, she had been swept into a nightmarish reality that saw her almost swallowed by with a pirate vessel. For all intents and purposes, she should have been dead. But luck had saved her. Luck had gotten her out of a stormy ship battle, and put her right back in the carnival.
"From one prison to another," she commented to herself as she strolled down the arcade booths. She thought about the families enjoying the various games, such as the baseball throw or the drunking booth. How many were real? Was any of it real? Maybe she was the only real person in the entire carnival.
That theory was shot the second Alura saw a familiar face in front of her, apparently also trying to shake an experience out of his mind. Once the human Juno recognized the lizard-woman, he nodded his head at her and walked near her. "Hey. Nice outfit," he greeted, "I guess we made it."
"Guess so," Alura said, disinterested as she turned away from him. As happy as she was that the boy wasn't killed by the monster that attacked them out in the open, it didn't really make her feel better to know that it was true. Juno being there proved that she wasn't dreaming. She was really there, in a virtual carnival, and she had absolutely no hope or escaping.
"You okay?" Juno asked, "I would have thought you'd be happy to see me."
The scaly face of Alura turned around to face the human. He meant well, really did. She knew it, too. But for some reason she just had enough; her face snarled and she spat at him angrily: "I don't even know you, human."
Before he could answer, she teleported away.
"Stupid," she said to herself, angry at her own grumpiness. She was happy to see she could teleport again, but the bitterness in her mouth after she had just spat out at the only friend she had made was too sour to let her enjoy herself. The girl walked through the shopping area of the carnival, thinking about the things she and Juno had experienced together; that was one friendship she wouldn't get back. "...Stupid."
The reptilian stopped as she noticed a sign on the way towards the ride area. Fortune Teller. The girl glanced around to see if anyone was looking at her, as if wanting to avoid being judged for considering the foolish fortune teller, and then entered the small tent.
The fortune teller at the Freakz circus Alura had originated from had hated aliens, so she didn't really interact with him much. This one, however, was significantly older and didn't appear to be bothered by Alura's foreign features. "Come in, my child," she beckoned from her table, where she had been drawing tarot cards.
"You arn't real," Alura accused, "You're just a program."
"Real is such a broad term," the old woman countered cheerfully, "I am sitting here, talking to you. You can see me. You hear my voice. If that does not make me real, then what does?" Alura tried to come up with a counter to that argued, but couldn't. "Sit," the woman directed gently.
The reptilian woman took a seat in front of the old fortune teller. "Are you going to tell me my future?"
"I would," the woman said, "If I could. But I don't know what your future holds. I'm just an old woman with years of wisdom and experience... knowledge about the world you're in, and the world you come from."
Alura frowned a bit, not quite believing the old hag-looking human. "What good are you if you can't tell the future? What do you know about me?"
"Alura," the woman said gently, looking up from her tarot cards. For the first time, Alura noticed the cold darkness in the eyes of the otherwise sweet-looking female. The eyes seemed to flash white for a brief moment, then back. It continued to shuffle colors, as if she was channeling images into her head. "Show performer. Freak. No, Freakz. A circus like this one. Then a runaway. Fugitive. Dirty alien, they called you. Then a monk. A warrior monk. Protector of the namekians. Heir of Reptilia. A princess who doesn't want her throne. A royal heir with an obligation to her people."
There was a silence as the woman's eyes returned to normal. Alura was shocked by the human's knowledge of her. "How do you know that?" Alura asked. "How?" No answer. "Tell me. Have robots been spying on me?! Do you a file on me? Is that 'Gamer' in your head? Answer me!"
No answer. The fortune teller smiled politely. "I'm sorry, darling. All I do...is offer wisdom. What you do with it while you are here is up to you."
"I don't even belong here!" The reptilian screeched out at the calm old bat. "I'm not a fighter! I'm just a teenager from a circus, wearing freakin' pirate clothes! I'm a nobody! I wasn't meant to be here!"
The woman rather calmly pointed to her tarot cards. She knowingly pulled the top card from the deck and turned it over, setting it in front of her. Fate. "You are not here in Kill Town by accident, Alura," the programmed fortune teller said. "Don't doubt your purpose. You are meant to be here. You are here because you have a job to do...you have a role to fulfill."
"What role? What job?" The frustrated alien-teen asked, irritated. "Why am I here?"
The stoic, wrinkled old woman just smiled again. That annoying human smile. "When it faces you, you'll know it."
Both angry and frustrated by the lack of answers she was getting, Alura turned for the door of the tent. "Fuck you and your fate," she spat as she walked for the door, tired of being fed a lot of riddled bullshit. Before the woman could call the lizard-girl back, she teleported away in mid-step.
One step she was in the fortune tellers tent. The next step, she was walking past the merry-go-round, teleporting into the scene out of nowhere, like nothing had happened.