<Hello&htllip;do I know you?> Rob headtilted in a very birdlike fashion, not recognizing Alex. Not that you could blame him. Since his voice changed Rob doesn't recohnize it, and photos don't help either.
<Hello&htllip;do I know you?> Rob headtilted in a very birdlike fashion, not recognizing Alex. Not that you could blame him. Since his voice changed Rob doesn't recohnize it, and photos don't help either.
''Idiot'' one part of his brain said to the other. Alexei looked away, embarrassed because he didn't realize already that Rob wouldn't recognize him. Nervously scratching behind an ear he shily mumbled “I'm Alexei.”
''Idiot'' one part of his brain said to the other. Alexei looked away, embarrassed because he didn't realize already that Rob wouldn't recognize him. Nervously scratching behind an ear he shily mumbled “I'm Alexei.”
Robert headtilts for a moment, straightens up...then droops a bit.
Robert headtilts for a moment, straightens up...then droops a bit.
Line 101:
Line 101:
Robert responded with a telepathic snicker. <One up on me.>
Robert responded with a telepathic snicker. <One up on me.>
He smiled. This reminded Alexei that he really wasn't too bad off. He had been told by his vet that with sufficient practice he might even be capable of mastering fairly level stairs, although the vet did admit that he was the first taur he had treated. Talking about vets ... he eyed the bandage and stated the obvious. “You're hurt.&rdqo;
He smiled. This reminded Alexei that he really wasn't too bad off. He had been told by his vet that with sufficient practice he might even be capable of mastering fairly level stairs, although the vet did admit that he was the first taur he had treated. Talking about vets ... he eyed the bandage and stated the obvious. “You're hurt.”
First of all, I apologise for my months of absence, my inbox is absolutely stuffed with spam and the concerned and increasingly irate mails from you three readers. I was indisposed.
I caught the Torch and got lucky. I am now a Teefer, TFOR victim, I was one of the 33, forgot to pass the torch, got lit up, etc. the euphemisms keep on coming.
Needless to say, this is a bit of a bummer.
On a bright note, TFOR did not debilitate me severely, which means to you, dear reader, that you can enjoy rants about my arse that's now the size of Saturn for the next couple of months. To me it means that I can pick up all my little hobbies where they left off, which is just peachy. Seriously, where would you be if you couldn't RP anymore.
Seriously though, the last couple of months have been pretty tough, I had to relearn to do pretty much everything, including breathing. Which also has it's emotional effects, I had to spend the last month kicking off antidepressants. So, now with college in shambles I'm using the free time to re-establish my online contacts, resubmitting my chars and getting used to life being not quite human.
Which brings me to the point where I stop dawdling around the point and tell you what I have turned into. For those freaks that think this kind of stuff is awesome your time has come. ;)
In short order I am a 'Taur' cat thing, if you don't know what it is, look it up, that's what dictionaries are for. I enjoy the luxury of a nice silvery coat of fur and similarly coloured hair. Point and laugh at your digression.
And with this I sign off again, I do hope that I have entertained you three and that you bother to check this page again for updates.
~Alexei
{{#if:k|{{#if:|
{{{2}}}
|}}|}}
He submits the blog and eye his wardrobe, mostly stuff left over from before. He picks out a T-shirt, mostly to just be wearing something at all, as he hadn't quite figured out what was proper dress for a 'Taur', and his built in coat served well to keep out the Autumn chill. Then he headed out, off to meet some old friends.
Alexei made his way to the bus-stop, sat down, and waited. He still hadn't quite gotten used to the guilty stares he got from people. Not that he got many, teefers had still to loose there interesting new shine but it was rapidly becoming taboo to give them too much attention. Much like regular disabled people.
He closed his eyes, listening to the people, the cars, the cacophony of the city. After TFOR everything was different. Smell, sound, sight and touch were different. This could be blamed on the fact that his senses were different, he could hear a far greater range of sounds, it was far easier for him to identify smells, and his sense of colour had deteriorated slightly. Nevertheless there was more to it, the sounds weren't just louder, smell more meaningful and the night less of an obstacle, this alien thing wasn't his body, his body was that of a gangly student who spent long nights and days glued behind a computer screen and didn't have trouble with stairs. He wasn't Alexei at all, just some cheap disease induced shade of his former self, making him wonder exactly what and ... “and I need another fix of antidepressants.” he said to himself, startling to old biddy who had been cautiously floating around the bus-stop and him for five minutes now. The whole torch affair had given her a dreadful fright and she just wished that all these TFOR people would go somewhere else, preferably not here, perhaps Europe or something.
This feeling of alienation in his own body was steadily becoming more subtle, which reminded him that he was already forgetting what being human was like, a frightening realisation in and of itself.
A couple of minutes pass as he watches several youths get kicked out of a local store for shoplifting, or perhaps just being noisy and scaring away paying customers. They cursed the shopkeeper until they got bored and sauntered off to divide the spoils, a couple of bottles of beer and a packet of crisps. Another five passed as he savoured the warm light of the sun, he could feel it through his fur but it wasn't quite the same as feeling the the star's brilliant radiance on bare skin, a surprisingly primitive but uplifting sensation that he would sadly never truly experience again. He mused.
The bus came and he feels the throbbing rumble of the engine through his feet as he carefully steps into it. Guiltily he liked this part of his particular brand of TFOR, he had been forced to get used to walking barefoot because he couldn't afford two pairs of practically custom made shoes tailored to his specific needs, and so he discovered that while his feet had thick pads made to take the impact of walking he could feel every piece of rubble, every crack in the concrete, and now the sticky rubbery no-slip matting of the bus. Simple utilitarian and never quite clean enough, his feet always felt sticky after being in a bus and he tried not to think of what late night detritus had caused this particular sensation.
Folding one of the front seats out of the way, sitting down there for the ride. Though it wasn't quite sitting, a still quite confused part of him was convinced that he was still standing up allthough he was doing it on his hands and sitting down at the same time. To make matters worse he held onto one of the vertical poles for stability as the vehicle pulled away and manoeuvred it's way through the streets. In the face of this melting pot of sensation and confusion this little part of his mind curled up and did it's best to do it's job. The vehicle whisks them away to regions unknown. In this case the bus terminal. From there he went on to Rob's place up in the mews of an old hotel adjoining this teefer centric bar.
My kind of place now. He thought as he entered the former hotel and stops dead in front of the stairs.
Drat.
Sure, a couple of steps he could handle but going down several flights of stairs was a big no no, that's what other people are for.
Failing to find a handy someone in the 'hotel' itself he turned to the bar which was now essentially part the same building. As he entered the bar he eyed the colourful patrons and a number of them eyed him back. TFOR had done the weirdest of things to people and although it was taboo Alexei couldn't help but think they were weird, perhaps even a bit scary.
Get over it, you're one of them too.
“Um sir. Is Robert Gallian in?” Alexei he informed at the bar in his now quite sexually ambiguous voice.
{{#if:k|{{#if:|
{{{2}}}
|}}|}}
Alexei sat outside the old hotel lobby as Robert was summoned. He fidgeted, worrying about how Rob would react. This was silly of course because Robert was a teefer himself and had been… “And still is a good friend.” He corrected himself.
His worries were cut short by the red tailed hawk with a bandaged wing that swooped down from the mews atop the building and landed on a nearby bench.
<Hello? You needed me?> Robert asked in a burst of telepathy, startling the taur. He never had quite gotten used to Rob's telepahy and the four month forced break hadn't done any good. With a jerk he looked around towards the bird looking sheepish. "Um, hi Rob."
<Hello&htllip;do I know you?> Rob headtilted in a very birdlike fashion, not recognizing Alex. Not that you could blame him. Since his voice changed Rob doesn't recohnize it, and photos don't help either.
Idiot one part of his brain said to the other. Alexei looked away, embarrassed because he didn't realize already that Rob wouldn't recognize him. Nervously scratching behind an ear he shily mumbled “I'm Alexei.”
Robert headtilts for a moment, straightens up...then droops a bit.
"It finally got me. ... I - I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier."
<It's ok, you had to have been pretty sick...>
Robert sways just a bit edgily.
"I'm okay now." He said, keeping silent about the antidepressants. He then tugged an ear to lighten the mood and joked "I got cool ears though."
Robert responded with a telepathic snicker. <One up on me.>
He smiled. This reminded Alexei that he really wasn't too bad off. He had been told by his vet that with sufficient practice he might even be capable of mastering fairly level stairs, although the vet did admit that he was the first taur he had treated. Talking about vets ... he eyed the bandage and stated the obvious. “You're hurt.”
<Not bad; it's healing.>
Alexei frowned. Rob was a small dude now and could get badly hurt easily. "What happened?" It was unlikely that he had fallen off his perch.
<Golden eagle went gunning for me at work a few days ago.> Which evoked a stare from Lex. "Damn... but you're a bird of prey too."
<I am. I'm also smaller, and he or she was obviously hungry.>
Ptah women. He joked in the privacy of his mind, but said "Damn I'm glad I'm still big ..." He narrowed his eyes and thinks for a moment. "But don't your guys have one of those people who can heal stuff?"
Chapter One 
|
Chapter One 
