Sniper Tondry
Feb 6th, 2001, 12:47:26 PM
(ooc) Since words are the name of the game here... and since I haven't visited the locale... :)
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Pierce Tondry wandered around on the planet he'd managed to somehow crash on. He had the worst luck with civilian transports, but for some odd reason no one else had survived the crash. Mental trauma had apparently gotten everyone but him.
He was unhurt.
The area around was odd. It sent tickles down his neck hairs, not cold ones that occurred when he knew danger was near, or hot ones that developed when he got angry-
Just tickles. As though the forest around bore him no malice because it did not regard him as anything but an accidental trespasser.
In the end, he came upon a building that he couldn't quite define. Whenever he looked at a specific part of it, that part came into focus and stayed there, but the rest of the building seemed to squirm uncomfortably.
"Is there anyone there?"
There was no apparent answer, not that lack of a response was unexpected. That sort of thing tended to happen around new places, especially suspicious ones.
He approached the high, arched doorway and spotted an inscription. The first thought that came to Pierce's mind in response was ' What the hell?'
It was poetry of an awkward sort. Pierce blinked and considered the situation. Poetry to greet the new?
One might as well try.
"When he comes," Pierce called out. "The solitary places shall be glad. The eyes of the blind shall see, and the ears of the deaf shall be opened."
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Pierce Tondry wandered around on the planet he'd managed to somehow crash on. He had the worst luck with civilian transports, but for some odd reason no one else had survived the crash. Mental trauma had apparently gotten everyone but him.
He was unhurt.
The area around was odd. It sent tickles down his neck hairs, not cold ones that occurred when he knew danger was near, or hot ones that developed when he got angry-
Just tickles. As though the forest around bore him no malice because it did not regard him as anything but an accidental trespasser.
In the end, he came upon a building that he couldn't quite define. Whenever he looked at a specific part of it, that part came into focus and stayed there, but the rest of the building seemed to squirm uncomfortably.
"Is there anyone there?"
There was no apparent answer, not that lack of a response was unexpected. That sort of thing tended to happen around new places, especially suspicious ones.
He approached the high, arched doorway and spotted an inscription. The first thought that came to Pierce's mind in response was ' What the hell?'
It was poetry of an awkward sort. Pierce blinked and considered the situation. Poetry to greet the new?
One might as well try.
"When he comes," Pierce called out. "The solitary places shall be glad. The eyes of the blind shall see, and the ears of the deaf shall be opened."