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Post by Ancients on May 3, 2015 7:47:33 GMT -8
"Indeed." Inkidortes tilted her head to Myo who seemed to be stuck behind her and wondered once again, as she had done so many times in this second life, why she was deemed worthy of being hid behind. The biggest part about her was her hair, and that didn't offer much disguise.
Myo and Stevenson seemed to think otherwise.
After a mere moment's hesitation Inkidortes followed the the two in front of her, curious as to where they would end up. She knew there were a few new exhibits in the museum, all of which she hoped had nothing to do with Rome. But if her hopes were slashed she would deal with that problem then.
It seemed her assessment of the pink-haired one was correct: she would be a excellent tour guide. The woman spun a detail picture of ancient relics resting peacefully while being enhanced by modern techniques and technology. And then completed it by remarking on the obvious faults in a charismatic manner that almost glorified the faults to be something of almost no importance. Faults didn't matter so much as long as the true images remained in one's memories.
Citlal's explanation ended with a description of lamps. Inkidortes wondered how many lamps would go missing if some of the sneakier apprentices heard of the exhibits. It certainly would made a nice addition to their rooms until she found out. While thinking such scenarios out she had instinctively paused as Citlal turned to them and remarked once again on the lamps and their expedition to discover the rest of the museum.
Next thing she knew tour guide time was over and her elder was to lead the way. Fine with her, she trusted Vorenus' judgement and she was quite happy to tag along for now. She had a week until her time ran out but... deep inside her there was still and unsettling feeling of wrongness the longer she stayed in the living world. But, like she thought earlier, she had a week and an hour of time would not be detrimental to her activities that needed her at home. Hopefully no situations arose there.
Inkidortes brows crinkled as Citlal spoke of the exhibits which pertained directly to her. She knew there had to be a seed of sadness in that phrase, but if Citlal was to cover it with happiness Inkidortes certainly would not disturb that facade.
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Post by ChurroChariots on May 3, 2015 17:16:35 GMT -8
Alcaeus followed along at an even pace with Citlal, leaving the girls to follow after them. “Still can’t believe your people didn’t have horses, it really is a tragedy.” He gave her a look of mock sympathy befitting the very unfortunate nonexistence of Aztec horses. He laughed a bit then, eyeing the bracelets that glittered in the light, “Good, because those are too nice to give up. But, you know, gold would have gotten you a very good seat.”
He listened to Citlal rattle off different exhibits with enthusiasm. All of the exhibits sounded interesting, but the Tiffany lamp collection sounded the most spectacular. Having come across Tiffany lamps in his readings over the years, he already knew that they were beautiful lamps that held colorful glass in magnificent patterns. If there was a whole exhibit on them, it would stand to reason it might be the best one to go to first. A horde full of colored glass designs glinting in the light was sure to interest the others, right? Even if they weren’t into history, which they had to be if they were in a museum of all places, they had to appreciate the craftsmanship that went into the makings of those lamps.
At the end of Citlal’s speech and her tug of the arm, he glanced back to the others. He didn’t want to be the one who got the only say in what they were seeing, but hopefully they wouldn’t mind. And although Citlal’s last comment sounded like it held sadness hidden underneath, like sand-covered glass under sea water, he didn’t want to push it. Something light-hearted would benefit them all, and what was more lighthearted than a colorful exhibit that held no upsetting cultural ties to the people here.
He gave her a smile, “The Tiffany lamp exhibit sounds like fun. If no one minds, it’d be nice to go there first.”
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Post by snip on May 4, 2015 2:29:58 GMT -8
Tiffany lamps. Oh dear god, they were talking about Tiffany lamps.
The others didn't look like they had any objections to that particular exhibit, so Esther bit down whatever noncompliance she had thought of uttering and nodded.
Tiffany. Tiffany. Oh, ew. There was no time to reminisce on old, insignificant memories... except while they walked, and while the others were preoccupied with conversations or silence -- oh, dear; it seemed there was all the time in the world to remember it, suddenly.
Esther had known three Tiffanys in her life. Her living life, at least.
One had been a classmate. A sneering girl who... well. The details had blurred over time. Esther suspected that Tiffany No1 was merely unpleasant to be around, rather than the outright horrible person as conjured up by decades gone past and a mind struggling to remember a face. She'd had a clear face and clever hands, both of which Esther could admire, but she'd made English class a daily hell. Slur here joke there smile when you make a mistake in front of the entire class and want to hide your face....
The second had been a woman. Merely a woman. A face to be unremembered, passing by and leaving without a significant imprint on the life of the person that remembered her now. The only thing Esther remembered of her was the name. She'd stressed the ee sound of the last syllable and wore a cream-colored coat.
One had been a coworker. A kind woman, but with an extroverted personality that had doomed her to difficulty in the profession she possessed then. Chewed gum and smoked and almost gotten fired from their job in that horrible factory because of one mishap that rendered several articles of clothing unwearable. Swore buckets and swore on her mum and acted older than her twenty-something years. Same boat, different story in the end (because the end for Esther had been the loving embrace of death -- she had no idea whatsoever what had become of Tiffany, and didn't particularly care to go hunting for an answer). The several times Esther had talked to her, they'd commiserated (quietly) over wages and life in general.
Tiffany had offered her a piece of gum, once. Esther declined, but the gesture was nice.
She was only aware that her eyes must have glazed over when she nearly crashed into one of the benches littering the hall. A small huff of surprise escaped her, but she avoided most of the collision (her knee groaned in pain, but it would fade). Mentally, she chided herself -- pointless reflection and nostalgia had been part of what had contributed to her... period of silence, for lack of better description. That dark, foggy place at the beginning of her apprenticeship.
Esther shuddered. She'd avoided slipping back into a rhythm of self-pity and mental wandering for quite a while, now. And she'd be darned if it would begin again so soon.
Tiffany lamps it would have to be.
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Post by mrslayton44 on May 4, 2015 6:36:10 GMT -8
Sienna listened curiously as Citlal spoke and then it seemed the tour guide powers would now be passed to Al. She flicked her gaze back to him a moment as he mentioned an exhibit.
At the mention of lamps and it being like a fantasy the dark-skinned girls eyes lit up in interest. She'd seen plenty of Tiffany lamps thanks to this new life she was leading and she'd always found them quite lovely. She'd have preferred more simple designs herself but still they were pretty to behold.
"The lamps sound nice." She spoke up shyly, finally coming out from behind the safety of Inkidortes' shadow as she moved to hover in between both groups. The sound of someone hitting something caused her head to whip around though as she looked back to see their other companion slightly angled over in pain. She was soon hovering near her, small hands half outstretched to the other shy female. "A-are you okay?" She asked looking genuinely concerned. One could never be too careful.
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Post by Deleted on May 6, 2015 13:41:06 GMT -8
Seeing the Tiffany lamps again sounded like heaven. Citlal had been in there for a minute before deciding that she was going to save that exhibit for last; colors and light enfolding her like a maze was exactly what she wanted at the moment. Going there with others would be even better.
At the sound of a collision, Citlal turned. Pity danced over her features for a moment, with genuine compassion at its tail. Without a word, she slipped away from Alcaeus and moved back to where Esther had stumbled, hooking her arm through Esther's instead without a single indication that she was going to do so. It was unclear as to whether she was providing Esther with someone to lean on to take pressure off her knee or if she was just showing support--likely both. She was always that way.
"Having hips like mine has always caused me trouble," she said softly, laughing. "I'm always hip-checking people or bulldozing potted plants without realizing it. Any small catastrophes in the headquarters are usually due to my own girth." The light self-teasing was obviously intended to comfort. She moved forward with the intent of Esther walking with her, flashing a smile upwards at the other apprentice.
She was very good at self-depreciation for the sake of helping others. Half the time, she didn't even realize she was doing it. Her confidence was so embedded into her surface persona that remarks like that could be easily brushed off, and perhaps should be. After 500 years, her sense of self was extremely muddled.
She brushed it off. Easiest solution. She didn't ask if Esther was okay, mostly because Sienna already had, and Esther seemed the kind to abhor pointless redundancy. She opted for something else. Something simpler--a question that would let Esther know she cared without being overwhelming. She hoped. "Esther, right? I've seen you around headquarters." She was about 98% sure that was the girl's name. "Citlal. Let's go forward, if you're able." She cast a look around the room, smiling with pleasure at how fewer humans were looking Esther's way. "The humans are already forgetting."
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