Thread: All Hail the High Queen! (FoxWriter/Uminator)

Aaron just looked more worried when she sat down and he was quick to make her coffee and tried to get her settled, wondering if she was really going to be okay? Was she ill maybe? He'd never seen her sick before but that didn't mean it couldn't happen. Nattie? Seriously. Are you alright? Your trembling. Your not sick are you? he asked, worried about her, he didn't even glance at the drawing. Once he dre them, it was like they stopped existing for him. They had tried to show him, once or twice, what he'd drawn but he always forgot immediately after and saw only blank paper. Trying to bring his attention to it only made him agitated ad upset and then he had asthma attacks. It was best to just let him think she had a fever or that something else was happening. Once he was sure she was mostly okay he raced back up the stairs and pounded on Cleo's door. Cleo! Wake up! Somethings wrong with your Ma, I think she might be ill or got a bad email or something. he explained through the door. He knew better than to just race in there, he didn't know if she still slept naked or not but he didn't doubt she'd beat his head in if he opened that door without her permission. She'd done it before. Neema scowled at Drixel. She did not appreciate being made fun of and if he had been anyone else she might have cut out his tongue. Still, he had been with her for well over sixty years now and she was used to him. She wouldn't cut out his tongue when he had performed so well the last week. i will enjoy tearing them apart. she admitted, lifting her hands and curling them into claws like she was going to check her nails, two inch long talons slipping out over her normal looking fingernails. Those where what she used with such deadly precision when punishing someone. Removing their tongue or eyes, ears or fingers. Depending on the transaction. More often then not she just swiped whoever had annoyed her across the face. It was when she let her wings out that you knew you where probably going to die. She examined her Talons for a moment before letting them slip back under her skin and fidgeted in her clothes, quite unhappy with them. They where tight in awkward places and too loose in others and they itched! clearly your more mad than you think if you are testing my patience Drixel. she warned, her voice holding that sharp edge of warning. Only an idiot did not head warnings given by Neema. Most didn't even get a warning. They only knew they'd overstepped when they where bleeding. This is true. she conceded. What was uncomfortable clothes compared to the amazing, perfect task of finding the lost daughter? ugh... she agreed when he complained about the pollution, tying the cloth around her face so she could continue to breath she pulled open something on her wrist. It looked not unlike cling wrap pulled very taught, but was much stiffer and sturdier, though still extremely flexible. On it was an array of images and words written in their language. The Collective says that the humans growth rate has been reduced by almost sixty percent due to the pollution. Common health problems include breathing and lung malfunctions, brain deformities, tumors and cancers, and... this is a very long list. she admitted. i think first order of buisness should be scrubbing the atmosphere to be honest. Look at this list of pollutants. They have gone so far as to destroy pieces of their own Ozone. I don't think there's enough time for basic restoration, I think we have to get in there with the Scrubbers and take care of it manually. Scrubbers where basically massive cylinders that sucked in huge chunks of atmosphere, sorted it out, killed the pollutants and then released the clean stuff back out on a continuous loop. It could damage the life on the planet if used too close to the surface however so it was only for upper atmospheric cleansing, while the restoration was used for closer to the ground. Normally, the restoratives would eventually take care of the upper atmosphere too, but if they waited that long who knew how bad the Ozone would get. As it was, it would take years to fix the gaping holes, even with advanced technology rebuilding Ozone was a laborious task. Collective's says that they are known as Automobiles. Or Cars. she read from her odd little display. Well, odd for a human anyway. Most people had a Portable Collective's Display. Neema's was top of the line of course. they emit extreme combinations of gasses. It says here that they have only just begun to explore powering their transportation using their main power course known as Electricity. she admitted. apparently it is the same power that creates the lightning. she admitted, looking quite interested. they also use wind, natural gas and water to power some things. Mostly, it is a noxious combination of oil and chemicals that power most of their world. Disgusting. she admitted. most disgustingly, is what they do with their refuse. she admitted, looking a little sick. The idea of them digging massive pits and just tossing all of their trash into it, or simply hurling it into the ocean.... these people truly where a parasitic species. With a good, guiding hand though, she was sure these creatures could be... tamed, perhaps wasn't the word she wanted to use.