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Post by Junko Ishibashi on Sept 15, 2013 1:01:13 GMT -6
Going from having a set, stable routine to being quite busy, and in a still-unfamiliar place, was quite the jarring experience. Not bad, but... jarring. As such, it was only natural that she attempt to combine her activities. It was the only way she would be able to keep to her responsibilities, and do what she wanted to do without waiting for 'someday soon' to roll around. Thus, armed with little more than a few basic supplies, a simple meal, clothes and a hat she was growing increasingly fond of, Junko made her way out to a portion of Ilusia she hadn't really explored yet. She couldn't go too far, what with having to attend school and go to the library in the near future, but she could venture into the gardens at least. She wasn't sure who or what they were in memory of, but it seemed a serene and quiet place. Not isolated, being a public area as it was, but secluded enough. There was enough green to allow her to forget the proximity of civilization, which was always nice. Still, she could not forget her homework. Coming out here to allow her a different space to work through things had been the plan, but... well, reading and writing in Adonean still came a little slowly, so it was understandable that she still struggled to translate her thoughts and ideas onto a page. She glanced down at her bad of books and papers, chewing her lip lightly. She knew she should be hard at work, forcing words out onto paper, but it was hard to force her legs to stop moving. Coming across a bench helped steel her resolve, and she managed to sit down, with something of a sigh. Well, that was the first step. Maybe coming out here wasn't the best idea, as now Junko wanted to wander and explore the unfamiliar territory, to see all that there was to see. She dutifully extracted the book from her bag, but found herself distracted once again by the array of blooms and plants. She didn't think of herself as being especially fond of or drawn to botany, but natural beauty was exactly that, and was difficult to deny. "Minna wa 'Junko, Adonea-go wa muzukashii gengo da' to itta. Doushite atashi wa kikinakatta?" Junko didn't bother to keep her voice down, despite the fact that she was complaining only to herself. Well, she had chosen this path, and, difficulties with the language aside, she needed to learn how to express her thoughts in plain, written Adonean, not just muddle her way through explanations in the spoken word. She shook her head, and again summoned her will. "Okay. I can do this." Maybe if she complained in Adonean, it would help her get into the right mindset. Suppressing any further grumbling, she forced herself back to reading the passage and taking notes, forcing herself to make those notes in Adonean. Well, at least the subject matter wasn't so bad. There was that, at least. Still, she would not go as far to say that she enjoyed homework. Any kind of homework was something to be endured, not sought out. ★ maeve
★ sorry about the slight delay and things.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2013 21:04:39 GMT -6
Wren (n.) a small songbird  Uncharacteristically ov 'er, Maeve an' allk a bi' ov a break an' 'onest she felt as if she was ‘baaaht ter collapse in truth. She just didn’t 'ave da same stamina, but nawmally she just gritted 'er teef an' wen' at i' any ways, no need ter slack, ‘cause mayhaps as a result ov 'er lackin faif in some sort ov over reignin deity, she wasn’t blessed much wiv da luck. Mae West be prepared an' she grumbled incoherently as she placed 'er face ‘gainst da 'ard grain ov da shaft ov da 'oe she 'ad been usin in an attempt ter turn da soil, make i' ready fer da next batch ov ... er... Perennials, yup tat was da word she was lookin fer. Her brearf evened aaaht even if 'er body did no such fng, an' she begrudgingly allowed 'erself a break from da back breakin. It was like an ill fated omen ter come. She wasn’t ‘xactly muvver material, anyone wiv eyes could see tat, but she knew a bi' ov what she was in fer ...tat back pain was gonna be a constan' if what she 'eard was correct an' she 'ad no reason ter suspect uvverwise. Least ov caaahrse some ov da older gossipin 'ags felt like givin 'er a scare, which she wouldn’t put i' past ‘em. Not like she was much ov a proper bird in their eyes, but they sure chose a strange topic then. Thuff 'er limbs still felt a bi' 'eavy, she attempted ter stretch, ter keep movin, uvverwise 'er legs would freaten ter buckle undernearf 'er, well mawer. Oi, oi, dis was a bi' embaressin, she’d almost laughed at 'erself at 'ow useless she felt right now, ‘cept i' just manifested on 'er face at a grimace.
Wif a rollin' ov 'er shoulders an' a clap ov 'er 'ands ter get rid ov some ov da mawer superfluous dust, Maeve shrugged up 'er sleeves, le'in' aaaht a sigh as a strange sort ov language came ter 'er ears. Now she wasn’t exactly da model ov perfect speech 'erself, right she’d be a 'ypocrite fer sayin' so, thuff she still spoke common. She’d 'eard quite a few dialects an' accents over da years... 'ell tat made 'er sound old, but i' was none da less true. Tis was curious, she knew tat uvver 'ad a bi' ov trouble when i' came ter 'er own speech, but she never 'eard anuvver so garbled tat she couldn’t even make aaaht a single slip ov da language she butchered 'erself wiv a bi' ov pride. The stray thought tat mayhaps i' was anuvver manner ov speakin came ter 'er mind, but i' didn’t really lodge itself there as she straightened 'er back. A break didn’t 'urt no one an' ‘sides thuff she 'ated ter admi' it, she felt, she needed one, if just ‘fawer a lil while. Just enuff time ter fruff 'erself back in'er da fray, an' top off by da end ov da afternoon.
If she was truly bein' 'onest though, i' was ‘cause she was a bi' curious, thuff she wasn’t apt ter admi' it, an' all much curiosi'y well da sayin 'andled i' pret'y well. Not like i' applied 'ere though, not since da only person nearby was a lil creepmouse 'oldin in 'er 'ands some kind ov book, lookin at i' a bi' an' off ter da side. What she could only be assumed was writin was growin across da pages, thuff i' was only ‘cause she could see da younger’s 'and movin' across rarfer quick like. Withaaaht so much ov an introducshun, she moved over ter da bench an' sat down 'erself, shovel still in 'and, an' da dirt still clingin as if tat was any big surprise. Not tat i' was... At all. Maeve, watched fer a momun', wiv shovel 'ead down in da parfway, ‘fawer askin' rarfer blun' like fer i' really wasn’t in 'er nature ter go ‘baaaht on 'er toes, “Was tat yew I 'eard a momen' ‘go?”. Wif what she just blinked, just satisfyin 'er curiosi'y was all an' wiv tat she laid back, only ter catch a lil be'er look at da books on da younger’s lap. Well she wasn’t stupid, she got da writin part right, but only da blind could 'ave not guessed tat. Still she raised an eyebrow as she pulled 'er legs... They was beginnin' ter 'urt to, nice ter get a bi' ov weight off ov ‘em.
Blazes, she was startin ter feel like da flaaahrs she cared fer an' she didn’t like i' none.
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Post by Junko Ishibashi on Sept 18, 2013 21:00:11 GMT -6
It was not surprising that Junko's first response was flat and unblinking incomprehension. "A-Ano..." She repeated what was said over in her mind, and came up with next to nothing. It took a few tries, some nervous glances, but she thought she got to the gist of what the stranger said. Her arrival was a little more welcome than she would've liked to admit, and she closed her book for the time being. "I'm sorry, did I disturb you?" It seemed to Junko that it was her talking to herself that drew attention. It wasn't as though Romudans were common in Ilusia, so that was understandable. But Junko wasn't even completely certain that this person was speaking the same language as her. If nothing else, it was incredibly colloquial, though it didn't sound familiar or offensive. Junko bit her lip, wondering if her next request would sound rude. "Would you mind speaking more... slowly? I am having trouble understanding you." It was true. She could mostly work out what was being said, but she wasn't exactly confident in her translation. if she received a flat look of confusion in response, Junko would be fully aware of the gap between them. "Common is not my first language, so..." She genuinely hoped that she was getting through to the other woman, and she smiled, a little uneasily. "I am Junko Ishibashi, by the way." Now, the only thing to see was whteher or not they were actually speaking the same language. ★ maeve
★ sorry about the slight delay and short post and things.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2013 21:21:42 GMT -6
Wren (n.) a small songbird he Faerie could not 'ep but notice da way da young bird sorta just blinked back at 'er, bitin on 'er lip as if she was still toddler findin aaaht ‘baaaht 'er teef awer somefink. Took 'er a bi' not ter laugh as she apparently fer a few momun's rendered da lil bird incapable ov speech, seemed she 'ad a way ‘baaaht 'er tat did tat awer at least cause a bi' ov starin. Funny picture really, an' she shrugged at da lil bird, ‘cause i' most certainly not da first time she 'ad stopped a few words... least she thought da girl was 'ryin ter speak. Could be wrong, could 'ave just be incoheren' rambling, sounded like i' ter 'er, then ‘gain probably da lass was fnkin da same way. She was 'alf tempted ter ruffle da lil bird’s fearfers, by tat, she mean' ruffle 'er 'air, an' just laugh i' off. Hell, she knew what da girl was askin ov 'er, not like she cared an' all much ‘baaaht 'ow she was 'eard, but guess she could make an excepshun fer 'er on da accoun' she was polite ‘nuff not ter ‘dress da cawer ov da issue. Tat an' she probably just gave da bird a bi' ov a 'eadache if common wasn’t 'er first tongue. Maeve leaned back an' stretched 'er arms back, crossin 'er legs, as if she was ladyfolk... not tat she wasn’t, she didn’t act like i' much though. Wif tat, she closed 'er eyes an' spoke meanderin, 'ryin' ter annunciate, wiv a trace ov a smile on 'er face, “I think what yew mean lil bird is to ask me to speak nice, plain, and clear... slow like would probably help teer now thinking ‘bout it. Not used to it meself, well , the slowin down part at least, suppose I can make an ‘xcept of sorts for yew.”
Maeve opened an eye an' crossed 'er arms, lookin' at 'er currently forced companion as she just drawled mawer after a momen' ov silence,“Naaaw, yew didn’t disturb me, I was lookin for an excuse to break ways. Rather be jawin than starin into space, seems more productive.” Which was true, didn’t 'ave anythin' else ter do an' 'er body was demandin a break, revow'in i' was against 'er will, guess tat was sorta ter be expected. She raised an eyebrow at da younger girl as a free 'and stopped its circlin' in midair, partially on da accoun' ov 'er well... Let’s face it, wasn’t like 'er scars weren’t blaringly obvious ter anyone wiv eyes. Wasn’t like she was starin, just da fact sorta 'i' 'er, made 'er groan a bi' in'ernally, ‘cause she sorta prided 'erself on 'er percepshun... felt like she couldn’t ‘xactly be proud ov da fact tat she 'adn’t been payin' enuff attenshun ter catch da scars. Not like she really ever concerned 'erself wiv appearances none, but i' still made 'er feel a bi' foolish. She 'id i' wiv a quesshun, ‘cause i' wasn’t 'er place ter be askin oi where did yew get 'alf yaaahr face burned off... nor really did she care ‘baaaht da now rarfer apparen' scars on da lil bird. Hell, she’d punch 'erself if she 'eard those words slippin' from 'er mowf. Guess i' made 'er all da mawer in'erested though, an' so she paused fer a momen' brinin' 'er once free 'and ter 'er chin, speakin in a quesshunin way, “So common ain’t yer first tongue eh? Where yew come from then Miss Junko Ishibashi?” Wif tat she tapped da side ov 'er cheek, felt like she was missin something, somethin' rarfer impawtant...fnkin.... Really, she 'adn’t introduced 'erself none? Well tat was all shades ov wrong, somefink she’d 'ave ter fix, ‘ cause one name deserved ‘ nuvver.
The tappin stopped, really she felt like she was slippin, an' she rubbed da back ov 'er slightly as da uvver eye opened a bit, “Ahh guess I be jumpin ahead of meself a bit”. She paused fer a momun', an' tapped 'erself on da chest, almost emphasizin' 'er words further, “ Maeve Finonuala and it seems lil bird I be disturbin yew far more than yew be disturbin me.” It wasn’t as if da closed book 'ad escaped 'er attenshun, 'ah, she wasn’t tat far gone, least not yet. She let aaaht a soft if not abrupt laugh, even thuff there really wasn’t any joke there in da first place. Maeve stretched a bit, an' then readjust 'er seatin... Da benches was mawer comfortable van yew know standing, but not by much, arguably da ground was softer.
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Post by Junko Ishibashi on Oct 6, 2013 16:30:28 GMT -6
There was a glimmer of despair on Junko's face as Maeve continued. Her attempt at speaking more clearly was appreciated, but... it still felt as though she could only understand every other word, if that. Still, she could get the gist of what was being said. She thought. Junko found herself smiling and nodding more than anything else. Was she a 'little bird' to her? Junko's brow furrowed, in incomprehension, but she let it pass. Feeling eyes move onto the right side of her face caused a moment of discomfort, but Junko pushed it down, a task made easier with the experience she had. At least she didn't stare or recoil at the sight. She recovered smoothly, and offered a dip of the head and a polite 'pleased to meet you' before answering Maeve's question. "I am from Romuda. I came here to finish my schooling." It was an explanation that she was used to giving, though she knew that Romudans were not exactly common outside their homeland. "So my first language is Romudan. Common is a difficult language, but I think I have an understanding of it." She was competent, but her speech was accented, slow, and considered, and stress was often placed upon the wrong sounds and syllables. Not to the point of being annoying, but it was certainly noticeable. Reading was certainly easier than speaking or listening, especially when they were, apparently, people who talked like Maeve did. "Are you from Ilusia, Miss Maeve? Your accent is... unique." She hoped that wouldn't come across as offensive, or anything like that, but it was a question borne of genuine curiosity. The book on her lap was ignored, for the time being. She could leave the work until later, right? Right. ★ maeve
★ *Shakes fist at Maeve's accent.*
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