884/Log

Log
Date of Scene:	10 June 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Kian t'Kaeh, 34

Kian t'Kaeh has posed:
    Kian is deeply appreciative of Danny's hospitality, but Kian is utterly incapable of remaining indoors. However, he also appreciates the need for discretion, so he's waited until after dark to get outside.
    And he *needed* to get outside, to get the wind moving under his wings, to... huh. This place looks familiar. If he were familiar with homing pigeons, he might make a joke about having them in his ancestry, but that's an Earth bird he hasn't met yet.
    He does *not* go out over the water. Still has bad dreams about his arrival here. Instead, he skirts the shore, maybe two hundred meters up, lazily coasting along the air currents.

Jonothon Starsmore (34) has posed:
    If there's a really bad time to wander the woods, it's at night. Jono's not too worried about it, though; all he'd have to do is pull down the thing wrapping around his face and it'd send anybody running, man or beast. Unless they had harm intended for the nearby school. Then Jono would have to hurt them a little. And the attention that would draw would probably bring at least ONE teacher out.
    But no, he's all wrapped up this evening. Black shirt, black jeans, black boots. And his face is wrapped up with black cloth, from just underneath his nose, at least down to his neck. The wrappinggoes beneath his shirt, so it's impossible to see how far down it goes. Aside from that weird black wrapping, he's actually pretty nondescript... just another brown-haired, brown-eyed white guy.
    But what might attract Kian's attention, even from up high... is that he has a telepathic signature. A signature in bold script that covers the whole page, made with NEON PINK INK, but a signature nonetheless. Definitely enough to sense. Enough to bring someone who happens to be psychically active right to him...

Kian t'Kaeh has posed:
 Not at first, Kian doesn't notice. He's enjoying the feel of the wind rushing past. But when one swoop brings him near, oh yes, and whoever's down there may hear the sound of wings beating from above as Kian performs the aerial equivalent of slamming on the brakes.
 It's another mind, all right, but it's not another Akiar, not another of his people. He can see that, even at his altitude, even in the dark. And it doesn't feel like an Akiar mind. He hovers there a moment, irresolute, then takes refuge in the upper reaches of a tall oak.
 And very tentatively sends out, <Hello?>

Jonothon Starsmore (34) has posed:
Jono pauses as he hears the sound of REALLY BIG wings above. Immediately he tilts his head up, looking for the source of the sound. The shape of a vaguely human form, WITH WINGS, makes his eyes go wide. But then the winged figure lands in a tree above him. Jono turns in the direction of the tree, narrowing his eyes. But still, he's just as uncertain. After all, it didn't try to attack him. Besides, what even IS it?
His eyes go wide again at the words. His broadcast telepathy may be send-only from his end, but he IS a telepath... his mind is open to receiving telepathic contact specificially sent at him. And so he returns, the only way he can, {{...'Ello?}} His mental voice carries hints of his uncertainty.

Kian t'Kaeh has posed:
<You have the /ki'thar/, the mind gift.> It's a statement, and threads of mild confusion and tentative delight are tangled up with it. 
Kian gets more comfortable on his branch. <Forgive me for staying hidden. I am... not of this world. I'm given to understand my appearance would not go unnoticed. Or are you also lost on this world?>

Jonothon Starsmore (34) has posed:
It's odd for Jono to 'hear' emotions, even though he tends to send them when he speaks. So he blinks a little bit, confused himself. As for people not having it? {{Most don't. Some of us, we're different.}} There's an accent to those mental words, one that Kian might not have heard in Earthlings as yet. It's very thick, but the words are understandable. It's kind of hard to NOT understand words that are right in one's head after all.
Jono would smile if he could, as the winged person mentions his own appearance. As it stands, his 'voice' is amused as he notes, {{You're not the only one.}} But he shakes his head to the question. {{Not really. Y'know what they say -- 'not everyone who wanders is lost'.}}

Kian t'Kaeh has posed:
<Do they say that here? It's very difficult to get lost at home. There are mental beacons at regular intervals. So you know if you're about to stray over someone else's land.> Kian peers downwards; there are really too many branches and leaves in the way to get a good look, enhanced vision or no. <My name is Kian.> It sounds -- as much as mental contact has a sound -- like 'KEE-ahn'.

Jonothon Starsmore (34) has posed:
{{Yeah... we don't 'ave a lot 'f things like that 'ere,}} Jono confirms. {{Not a lot 'f us'd be able ter take avantage of 'em.}} He nods to the introduction. {{Jono,}} he offers in return. A pause, and then he tilts his head up, squinting through the trees. His eyes aren't enhanced, so he can't see that well.

Kian t'Kaeh has posed:
A pause. <Cho-no,> Kian tries, with evident limited success. <I'm sorry, that first sound is unusual. Well, much of this world is.> An embarrassed pause. He drops to a slightly lower branch, trying to get a better glimpse.

Jonothon Starsmore (34) has posed:
Jono gives a smirk at the pronounciation. {{Close enough,}} he decides. When Kian mentions 'this world' again, Jono tilts his head. He waits to speak up, though, since Kian's dropped down to a lower branch. He blinks then, noting the wings, even if small details are still in shadow. He's used to mutants, but the references to 'this world', as if it's not the one Kian came from...
So he decides to ask about it. Guy's been nice enough. {{Yer keep sayin' 'this world'. D'yer mean... you're from a different one that this?}}

Kian t'Kaeh has posed:
<Yes, I am not from this world. There was an accident. I... don't really know what happened yet,> Kian explains, as best he can. That sounds almost like a shamefaced admission of a deep dark secret, not a statement of what's probably blindingly obvious -- wings and telepathy not being par for the Terrestrial course.

Jonothon Starsmore (34) has posed:
A... mutant alien? Jono's mind possesses a profound sense of confusion at the realization. But he can't help but deal with the confusion and incredulity with snark. Because he's British, of course he does. {{If it makes yer feel any better, it's not the telepathy that people'll notice first.}} Since he doesn't know what other abilities Kian might have aside from flight and telepathy.
{{But as for bein' not normal? You're in good company then. Neither'm I.}} That, too seems like a shamed admission of something deep and dark. There's undertones of sadness, frustration, guilt, and self-loathing in the statement.

Kian t'Kaeh has posed:
 Kian absorbs that.
 Then, with very little noise, just a rustling of leaves and the creak of a branch that's had a weight removed from it, he drops lightly to the ground, about ten feet away from Jono.
 He bows, spreading his wings slightly. "/Kie/." His physical voice sounds quite like his mental voice. <Forgive me, I do not speak your language yet. That is our greeting. It means 'peace'.>

Jonothon Starsmore (34) has posed:
For whatever reason, Kian's drop down from the tree doesn't startle Jono. He does take a step back, though it's mainly to give Kian more room for his landing zone. Wouldn't do to get whapped with a wing because he was too close.
The greeting prompts a raised brow. {{'Key...ay'?}} he tries. Oddly, he's still using the mind touch, even in speaking distance. But Jono nods to the explanation. {{I can see it. Yer just got 'ere?}} he asks.

Kian t'Kaeh has posed:
Kian nods once. <Very recent, yes. And very well done -- I think you did that better than I did with your name.> He finds nothing odd in continuing to communicate mentally -- but if he's from a race of telepaths, he wouldn't.
Even in the dark, it's obvious that Kian is staring, but not at Jono's wrappings. At something just over Jono's left shoulder -- or more accurately, at something that *isn't* just over his shoulder. The birdman blinks rapidly. <Forgive me, I still find it so very strange to not see wings behind someone obviously adult.>

Jonothon Starsmore (34) has posed:
{{Thanks.}} This to the compliment on his pronounciation of the greeting. And at the mention of being very recently arrived? {{Well, welcome t' Earth, if yer 'aven't already been welcomed. I'm a right poor tour guide, but I hope your stay's... tolerable.}}
He notices Kian staring over his shoulder, and turns briefly to look that way; was there someone there? But when Kian explains what he's looking for, Jono turns back. {{Oh right. Humans're primates. Never 'eard of a winged monkey, 'cept in that old movie.}} The connection might not be deep enough for Kian to get impressions of what a 'winged monkey' is, but there's definitely amusement in the statement.

Kian t'Kaeh has posed:
<I... don't understand. But I'm getting used to that.> Kian's wings flex, and re-fold. Fair enough question, really -- he does rather look like a human slightly scaled down. Excepting the wings, of course. Possibly a few other things, who can tell in this dim lighting?

Jonothon Starsmore (34) has posed:
    Jono's eye is drawn to Kian's wings when they move so. Somehow seeing them up close, moving like that... it brings into sharp clarity that those are REAL wings. They're part of Kian's person. They're not just some oddly tacked-on thing that a mutation at puberty caused to suddenly 'pop' into place. They're... real. Like Jono's own arm or leg. There's practice in those movements, an ease and efficiency of motion, that tells of practice only possible in a naturally winged being.
    {{...Gordon Bennett,}} he half-mutters. How one can 'mutter' mentally is anybody's guess. But it's also clear he's not naming an actual person. That's just a phrase of surprise. He also realizes he owes an explanation for that one. Looking sheepish with what remains of his face, he notes, {{...Sorry. I'm just realizin' that those wings're real. Like me own arm or leg.}}
    Though he does shake his head at the question. {{Doesn' look like it,}} he notes. {{You're probably avian. Bird. Maybe birds were the species that evolved ter this level on your planet. I'm no scientist, though}}

Kian t'Kaeh has posed:
<That's okay,> Kian replies. <I'm still letting it sink in that you really don't have them. And even weirder, you don't seem to mind not having them. I can't--!> Well, not only can he not imagine not being winged, he can't even think about just imagining not being winged. <It's just... I really do look like one of your kind, but smaller and winged. Or you look like my kind, but taller and not. The resemblance, the more I think about it, is a little frightening.>

Jonothon Starsmore (34) has posed:
Jono tilts his head, thinking about what Kian's saying. He can see that. {{S'pose if I suddenly found meself on a planet full 'f people who had no arms, it'd probably be a little... weird,}} he reasons, with a nod. {{Though, yer can't miss what yer never 'ad. Don't think most people on this planet've ever 'ad wings.}} He's probably unaware that might just make things weirder!

Kian t'Kaeh has posed:
Kian has the look of a man trying to absorb an impossibility -- imagine handing the Pope actual documentary evidence that Catholicism is wrong and, say, Buddhism is right -- and ultimately failing. He really can't imagine such a thing. Even when he tries to. One has to wonder, even this far out in the country, that Kian considers the population density out here 'so close together'.

Jonothon Starsmore (34) has posed:
Jono just assumes that Kian means in the city, not necessarily out here. {{Too bleedin' many of us on this planet,}} he notes. {{People livin' on top 'f each other, practically.}}
Though that makes him think about something. {{So yer lived on a bigger planet? Or just less people on it?}} he inquires, curious.

Kian t'Kaeh has posed:
<Less people, many less people,> Kian 'sends. He means the campgrounds; that's clear more through mental context than his actual message. <And it was not large, not like I was a head of line or head of clan or something.> He thinks about the buildings he's seen. <You pack many hundreds of people into single large buildings, and...> He trails off, and shudders, the feathers of his wings fuffing out.

Jonothon Starsmore (34) has posed:
Jono is clearly impressed with Kian's description of his estate. {{Wow. Most people in the city are lucky ter get an apartment the size 'f a cardboard box.}} The beauty of mental communication is that the flat snark and the humor in the statement communicates clearly. Which means there's a distinct possibility that Kian might pick up on that he's kidding.
And yes. The mention of stuffing people into a small building gets a nod. {{Jus' like sardines,}} he agrees. {{I s'pose not needin' the space ter... well, stretch one's wings, can lead ter gettin' comfortable in such close confines. I don't like it meself... though not for the same reasons...}} There's that shame again...

Kian t'Kaeh has posed:
<Yes, we live mostly apart or in small family or mated groups,> Kian explains. The shame confuses Kian, and he steps to the side as if trying to look behind Jono again.

Jonothon Starsmore (34) has posed:
And again, as Kian steps to the side and looks around him, Jono turns to look behind him again, as if looking for someone or something back there. He doesn't see anything. {{Somethin' back there?}} he asks, looking at the area behind him a second time.

Kian t'Kaeh has posed:
<No, nothing,> Kian 'sends. <Which is the part that I have so much trouble understanding.>

Jonothon Starsmore (34) has posed:
{{The lack 'f wings?}} Jono inquires. A nod. {{May take some gettin' used ter. If you're plannin' on stayin' a while.}} He's not sure how long Kian's planning to stay, and doesn't want to assume. For all Jono knows this is just a summer vacation or something. Though he doesn't exactly know how to tell age for an alien, so...

Kian t'Kaeh has posed:
 Kian sends, and for all his effort not to, he sends it not a little sourly.

Jonothon Starsmore (34) has posed:
Jono blinks. Still not used to receiving emotions as well as being able to send them. {{Crash landin'?}} he asks. Though as he realizes he's getting a bit nosy, he actually blushes, looking away and turning slightly to the side. {{...That is... if yer feel like talkin' about it,}} he adds awkwardly.

Kian t'Kaeh has posed:
Kian is mentally silent for a moment. he 'sends. By 'here' he means both this planet, and this particular location. He points to an otherwise undistinguished patch of water. <And skipped off it and laned just off shore.

Jonothon Starsmore (34) has posed:
Jono seems relieved when he notes that he hasn't upset Kian by prying into his business. He listens attentively, frowning with sympathy. {{Sory t' hear it. Gettin' stranded on THIS mudball, of all places.}} He pauses. {{I'm... kinda displaced meself. It's still on the planet, but I had ter leave home an' come 'ere.}}
He looks back in the direction of the school. He better not stay out too late. Then he looks back at Kian. {{I need ter be gettin' back, before someone misses me. I'm out after curfew. If you're around some other time, I mght be able ter come back an' see if I can 'elp yer a little.}} He's got a little money to his name, after all!

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