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[May 24] [Tales of Rebirth] Exposed
Title: Exposed
Day/Theme: May 24, 2010 "Somewhere sunshine burns"
Series: Tales of Rebirth
Character/Pairing: Tytree, Annie, Hilda, etc.
Rating: G
"Ugh," Tytree groaned, "Someone tell me again what we're doing out on this plateau? It's almost as bad as that desert."
"Nothing is as bad as the desert," Annie insisted. Her voice was firm and cold. Of course, it wasn't the desert itself that Annie hated- it was the terrible experience she had had as a result of traveling the underground waterways that made her memories of their trip through the region so painful. But if it weren't for that horrid desert, draining every drop of heat from your body and wracked by terrible sandstorms above, there would never have been any need for them to travel those ancient, polluted waterways in the first place.
"We have to find those children," Hilda reminded him. She wasn't enjoying the heat anymore than anyone else. Her long, thick hair was tied back into a hasty ponytail to give a slight measure of relief to the back of her neck, but her turban also held the atmosphere in over the top of her head. "Between this heat and the viruses out here, who knows what might happen to them if we don't find them soon." She didn't want this to take any longer than necessary, and Tytree wasn't much help with his constant lack of focus. She was about ready to grab him by a scrawny, pink ear (they were both slightly sunburnt) and start yanking him around from one place to the next.
"Annie? Can't you make it rain?" he pleaded.
"Trust me, it's not worth it. The rain won't stay cool for long with air this hot. Then you'll just be all hot and sticky, like you're stuck in the middle of the jungle. It'll be worse, not better."
"Oh, definitely," Hilda agreed. Sometimes after washing my hair on a steamy day, I feel like I'll never be able to expel the cloud of hot air that accumulates under there."
Eugene wiped his brow with the back of his hand, but he was stoic as ever. Duty came easily before comfort for him. And as hot as Tytree imagined all that fur would be making him, maybe he really wasn't that uncomfortable after all. Otherwise, how would any furred sort of Gajuma be able to stand living in a place like this?
Mao was blithe and bright-eyed. Not that that surprised anyone. He wilted only slightly under the pressure of even the most painful sun rays. It was like he was made of fire and thrived off its continued touch.
Veigue was the opposite. He had taken off his gloves. He had rolled up his sleeves to the elbows. His braid was pinned up onto the top of his head (with a pink hair clip borrowed from Annie), but it was more embarrassing than useful. He was fading fastest of all, having spent his entire life until this journey as a man of the mountains and northern climes. It occurred to Tytree that as a result of this upbringing and subsequent suffering that it might be easier to convince Veigue to help him out.
"Hey, Veigue, Annie can't keep us cool, but what about you? Why not whip up a little ice for everybody?" Tytree asked, giving his good friend a welcome and comradely grin.
"Can't...use...my force," Veigue groaned, "Not...enough...energy..." He trudged along helplessly, trying to stay in the mild shade provided by Eugene's shadow.
"Yeargh!" Tytree yelled, pulling at his hair, "Am I ever going to be cool again?!"
Day/Theme: May 24, 2010 "Somewhere sunshine burns"
Series: Tales of Rebirth
Character/Pairing: Tytree, Annie, Hilda, etc.
Rating: G
"Ugh," Tytree groaned, "Someone tell me again what we're doing out on this plateau? It's almost as bad as that desert."
"Nothing is as bad as the desert," Annie insisted. Her voice was firm and cold. Of course, it wasn't the desert itself that Annie hated- it was the terrible experience she had had as a result of traveling the underground waterways that made her memories of their trip through the region so painful. But if it weren't for that horrid desert, draining every drop of heat from your body and wracked by terrible sandstorms above, there would never have been any need for them to travel those ancient, polluted waterways in the first place.
"We have to find those children," Hilda reminded him. She wasn't enjoying the heat anymore than anyone else. Her long, thick hair was tied back into a hasty ponytail to give a slight measure of relief to the back of her neck, but her turban also held the atmosphere in over the top of her head. "Between this heat and the viruses out here, who knows what might happen to them if we don't find them soon." She didn't want this to take any longer than necessary, and Tytree wasn't much help with his constant lack of focus. She was about ready to grab him by a scrawny, pink ear (they were both slightly sunburnt) and start yanking him around from one place to the next.
"Annie? Can't you make it rain?" he pleaded.
"Trust me, it's not worth it. The rain won't stay cool for long with air this hot. Then you'll just be all hot and sticky, like you're stuck in the middle of the jungle. It'll be worse, not better."
"Oh, definitely," Hilda agreed. Sometimes after washing my hair on a steamy day, I feel like I'll never be able to expel the cloud of hot air that accumulates under there."
Eugene wiped his brow with the back of his hand, but he was stoic as ever. Duty came easily before comfort for him. And as hot as Tytree imagined all that fur would be making him, maybe he really wasn't that uncomfortable after all. Otherwise, how would any furred sort of Gajuma be able to stand living in a place like this?
Mao was blithe and bright-eyed. Not that that surprised anyone. He wilted only slightly under the pressure of even the most painful sun rays. It was like he was made of fire and thrived off its continued touch.
Veigue was the opposite. He had taken off his gloves. He had rolled up his sleeves to the elbows. His braid was pinned up onto the top of his head (with a pink hair clip borrowed from Annie), but it was more embarrassing than useful. He was fading fastest of all, having spent his entire life until this journey as a man of the mountains and northern climes. It occurred to Tytree that as a result of this upbringing and subsequent suffering that it might be easier to convince Veigue to help him out.
"Hey, Veigue, Annie can't keep us cool, but what about you? Why not whip up a little ice for everybody?" Tytree asked, giving his good friend a welcome and comradely grin.
"Can't...use...my force," Veigue groaned, "Not...enough...energy..." He trudged along helplessly, trying to stay in the mild shade provided by Eugene's shadow.
"Yeargh!" Tytree yelled, pulling at his hair, "Am I ever going to be cool again?!"