Begin with the familiar (in terms of grammar/syntax/etc.) to get them a grounding in the language and then you can flesh out focusing on the differences, perhaps. It can give them a good basis. Vocabulary helps. Conversations with them would also be extremely helpful as it would let them think in the language more easily.
Olivia fell asleep Miss Spike's lap. They were going to visit Casey's manor, then. Cherno looked out at the horizon of the night sky. ... Where was Theodore? He walked towards Harley and asked. "What happened to Theodore's truck?" And then there was an answer later in the night but eventually Cherno got in the vehicle and was led to sleep in Casey's manor like everyone else. He then entered his designated room and fell asleep. But he kept tossing and turning, wondering what in the world happened with the last truck. He thought about waking up in the morning and wondering if they could go get a search party out. No man left behind. Cherno had promises to keep.
For once in his life, Cherno was glad - and surprised to see such a changed - Casey. He gratefully ran up to him and shook his hand, saying that the others were in the other trucks and would come soon. Looking at Casey's vehicle he asked to tell him to make room for the others, for we can go into the manor. After that, Cherno helped his and the other truck open up its doors and ran off towards Casey's vehicle to meet the others.
[/url] TUMBLRxxx LOGICxxx VECTOR TIMExxx INTERACTIONxxx MENTAL HEALTH MEMORY surface | nuclear rhapsody xxxxx xxxxxCherno exited the vehicle and indicated the others to do so. Little to no officers who barely seemed to notice them, as if distracted. There we go. Time to rendezvous.
TUMBLRxxx LOGICxxx VECTOR TIMExxx INTERACTIONxxx MENTAL HEALTH MEMORY surface | nuclear rhapsody xxxxx xxxxxCherno stopped the truck as they reached the Heliocanthea, gritting his teeth as he waited for the other trucks. Off over in the distance, he saw another vehicle approaching. Was it those so-called fugitives, then?
[/url] TUMBLRxxx LOGICxxx VECTOR TIMExxx INTERACTIONxxx MENTAL HEALTH MEMORY surface | nuclear rhapsody xxxxx xxxxxThey broke through towards the surface! Cherno kept driving the truck forward. He didn't know the streets of Brookridge as well - or, what was left of them, really - but he knew the campus was a general south of where they were. Cherno made a quick right around a piece of rubble on the road. ... Damn. The surface was a real mess, here. Buildings were torn apart, their skeletal carcasses left remaining among mountains of rubble. Smoke trailed out from amorphous slabs of rock. Shattered glass was a common sight, trees were uprooted, and the very road itself was lined with cracks. This was gonna be a challenge, but Cherno loved challenges. The bumps kept the truck jostling, and Cherno calmly informed John and Thomas to calm their boots in this insanity. He then opened the window and called out to Harley. "Brother! You're the vanguard! Prepare yourself for a ride of a lifetime, then!" They drove to the point that they could see the spires of the Academy, grey and lifeless.
[/url] TUMBLRxxx LOGICxxx VECTOR TIMExxx INTERACTIONxxx MENTAL HEALTH MEMORY underground tunnels | quantum tunneling, quantum immortality xxxxx xxxxxExplosions! Cherno kicked the acceleration when he heard Threnody's voice among a few of them. Shoot. They were ahead, and they had to get out fast. He DROVE FORWARD QUICKLY, heading for where he could find the exit. And then the truck exited in a cinematic scene reminiscent of a Die Hard movie or something.
Olivia's Diary Entry | xxx « Not thus, in ancient days of Caledon,Was thy voice mute amid the festal crowd. » collapse : : oratorio of the first flight Olivia, sitting comfortably on Miss Spike's lap, glancing cunningly at Miss Sario, did not let out a single word during the entire duration of the ride in Mr. McClean's vehicle.
Olivia's Diary Entry | xxx « Not thus, in ancient days of Caledon,Was thy voice mute amid the festal crowd. » [/url] collapse : : oratorio of the first flight Olivia flew into the Orchestral Hall, the officers sufficiently off distracted by the other end of the campus. Near the stage, she spotted Miss Spike by Miss Sario, presumably helping the others up. "We must be hasty," Olivia chirped. "The distraction - even as lovely as the song was - was a temporary one, and the officers will most certainly return to their original positions after searching the forest outskirts. Is there any word on the trucks appearing?" A voice called out behind Olivia. "You guys?!" She turned, and flew towards the ... boy? Who was this?No matter. "Come with us, stranger. And er, please do not mind the reasoning behind a talking bird. We are waiting for trucks that shall unite us with the rest of our little party."
[/url] TUMBLRxxx LOGICxxx VECTOR TIMExxx INTERACTIONxxx MENTAL HEALTH MEMORY underground tunnels | quantum tunneling, quantum immortality xxxxx xxxxxOh, that was the smell? Cherno rubbed his nose, as they slowly walked back to camp. No more expeditions for now, but he was glad to note that whatever hole existed there seemed to take advantage of the bedrock's weak points. The little lady Heidi had brought back a collection of interesting loot that presumably dropped from whatever the hell Antilum was doing. But that smell - was it sewage, contaminated water, perhaps some remnant of laboratory experiments? More importantly, did it have an opening up on the surface? ... That could prove troublesome. Very, very troublesome. Cherno arrived at the set-up camp. Threnody was awake, joy of joys! Yeah. Okay. He still looked mighty sickly. Oh well. He said something about gas masks. The radiation couldn't be that bad, could it? Cherno looked at Heidi's equipment. "We picked these up down further in the tunnels. No gas masks, right sister?" Cherno glanced inquisitively at Heidi. "Unless, 'course, there's some other trip-hoppin' place that could hold these gas masks. That being said, we'll need to drive all three of these trucks, yeah? Perhaps quickly, as well. It is definitely getting dark. Harley and Threnody can take those two. I- well, I still have my license, even though its no real use right now, so I'll help drive the third and we can get a move on quickly." Cherno loaded a number of supplies into the third truck before sitting in the driver's seat.
Olivia's Diary Entry | xxx « Not thus, in ancient days of Caledon,Was thy voice mute amid the festal crowd. » [/url] collapse : : oratorio of the first flight She did not appear very bothered by Olivia's presence. Well, well, that was a first, and a good one too! There may in fact be some positives about this, then. Olivia let out another sparkly, chirping laugh. "I do indeed. Take the roundabout path following the river, Miss Sario. I am sure you are familiar with those secret alleyways that existed between the Faculty buildings. We- we all used to fool around in them. Yes ... quite." Those ... those memories. They seemed like so very long ago. And it was almost painful to remember. Olivia ducked her head. What was happening to her, recently? "... Well then. Ordinarily, the officers should completely miss you. But just in case, I shall fly into the trees and provide a lovely distraction with my immaculate, golden voice. They should move in the direction completely opposite to your path. The others are hiding within the trap door of the stage in the orchestral hall. Miss Sario, you have always been a lady of action, and as the lady of active action to my ladyhood of passive actions, I trust our combination shall work best in tandem to save the others. And please, do tell me of life in those dirty Antilum tunnels, when you may. I have not been in the many hundreds of Brookridge tunnels since we were all children." Olivia nodded her head, stretched out her wings, and took off. She flew across the campus, the wind cold against her feathers, slicing through the currents with the speed of a dart. At the other end, she perched herself atop a tree. From here, she had a ... A wonderful look ... Yes ... on those officers. Dirty scumbags. This was his unit! She let out a taunting song. olivia's third lullaby And with that, the officers took the bait. Oh! They heard her voice, so-called! Immediately, one by one, they began to move towards her direction, closer and closer to the forest, and away from Miss Sario. Olivia fluttered further off into the forest, all the while interspersing her soothing, gentle song with tinny, mechanical laughter. Godspeed, Miss Sario.
Olivia's Diary Entry | xxx « Not thus, in ancient days of Caledon,Was thy voice mute amid the festal crowd. » [/url] collapse : : oratorio of the first flight Miss Sario had arrived, as was said! Olivia flew off her branch with a jet-like start, and fluttered like a butterfly towards the girl. She looked rather ... tired? Olivia was much, much too eager to hear about all of the news; but of course, getting the move-on was much more important at the time. She gently perched herself on Miss Sario's shoulder. Even with her avoidance of women, she hoped that she had few objections. "Excuse me, Miss Sario. Do you know who I am? I shall be your lovely, beautiful guide to the others, if you would certainly not mind." Olivia let out a chirp of sly amusement.
My calendar does not have any dates, unfortunately. That is why I had to go buy more of them from the grocery store.
[/url] TUMBLRxxx LOGICxxx VECTOR TIMExxx INTERACTIONxxx MENTAL HEALTH MEMORY underground tunnels | quantum tunneling, quantum immortality xxxxx xxxxxWhat a goddamn embarrassment, he was. Real smooth, Cherno. He shifted himself off of the ground, rolling upon his jacket, after scalpel rudely pushed him off. How in the hell did the silver-haired girl make friends with this guy, anyway? Cherno stood up, and brushed off the dust of the tunnel from his mildly dirtied pants. "Yeah, yeah. Sorry 'bout that. I didn't- well, I was in a rush. Haha." Cherno looked away in embarrassment. Ever since this little tunnel adventure - nay, the time travel adventure, he had felt like he was isolating himself more and more from this ragtag group. But that wasn't important right now. Quin was here too, huh? How long and how far had this little expedition been going on, anyway? "Yeah, I've come to join, or maybe to warn, at least." Cherno took out his notepad, making sure it was not crushed under the weight of that violent impact. He turned his gaze towards the tunnel, generally well-lit from the combined power of all of the flashlights. The tunnel was drier here, and the familiar watery streams seemed like thin gossamer threads upon the jagged rock. The droplets echoed barely through the cavernous darkness. "I need to make sure that things won't go antidandy when people don't know what they're getting into, you dig?" That's strange. "I've been missing for a jiff, but for good reason, I'll tell. Take a look at this notepad, won't you? I've gathered enough data to know about some of the weak spots and water sources of the caves - not that the latter will help as much, since all the water must be contaminated - but it gives a good idea of where not to go through your little Shackleton-esque adventure." Cherno's nose twiched, and his eyes darted off to the side. He tried to avoid looking straight into the black abyss of the farther tunnel, but it seemed as if something was drawing him there. It was a familiar smell. Something like ... what, rotten eggs? Even sulfuric acid? But that wasn't the strange part. The strange part was the fact that he had seen it before. You've definitely seen it before, Roncesvalles. Don't tell me you forgot these tunnels, too ... What? Oh. Oh. Cherno could have sworn, at the back of his head, he heard something. He turned to Quin, and was tempted to ask her how she knew of the name "Roncesvalles". But upon gazing at her, her face seemed like it made no indication of even speaking beyond any of this. Huh? I want out soon. Cherno looked down and scrunched up his face. ... Did he still have those pills? Guh. "I- I-" He breathed, lightly tapping his head. This wasn't going to happen again, no. That dream wasn't going to haunt him again. It couldn't. He breathed. "Well, let's see how far this tunnel goes, yeah? I'll make sure things don't go down south with the tunnel structure until we get far-stretchin' enough that these here structural functions don't model the place properly anymore. Heck-" Cherno pulled out his pen again. "If necessary, I wouldn't mind helping map out this place either, if the Threnody kid's still out cold. Scouting's important, in a place like this. Were you thinking of ideas for which way to move, was it?" Cherno turned to scalpel, with that boy's cold eyes. Boy, he must have hated Cherno with a passion at this point. Cherno simply smiled back at him, almost deviously. That's right. He meant to ask scalpel the name of that silver-haired girl.
Olivia's Diary Entry | xxx « Not thus, in ancient days of Caledon,Was thy voice mute amid the festal crowd. » [/url] Olivia waited, and the wait was unbearable. collapse : : oratorio of the first flight She perched atop a tree in, well, what was left of Hastings Garden. Long ago, the school had been evacuated. What was left was a derelict shell of a once-blustering, boastful academic hub. The crown jewel of scholars in the region. The Academy was now a hollow shell, devoid of students, grey in temperament, and filled with straight-faced officers patrolling the damned area. They disgusted Olivia, all of them. They all reminded her of him. He wouldn't be among them, would he? ... Of course not. He couldn't be. Hahaha. But from here, she was safe, for now. Safe, and with a wonderful view of the nigh-lifeless, lawless landscape of the school. If the officers were to see her, she would simply be to them a mere bird. Olivia wondered if they were aware of the incident at the Damocles laboratories all those days ago. Oh, most likely not. But waiting here, waiting for Miss Sario, offered a beautiful, yet haunting, introspection on everything around her. The clouds were a deep, condescending overcast, and they had been for the past few days. Was it all of the violence? Would the rain come, and reinvigorate her soul in this half-tinned can with the powers of flight? The air seemed clean, though. And the mild silence was soothing. It was as if the Academy, for once, was at peace. Yet, this peace came only with its death. Olivia felt a chill in her feathery body; not from the cold, but from the simple contemplation of that very idea. She almost felt like singing. How long had it been, even? Singing ... Was it entirely possible she could distract the officers? It would allow Miss Sario to at least reach the stage without troubling incident. Olivia kept that idea in her head, and decided to offer the parlance to Miss Sario when she would appear. It was a shame, a true shame! She could not sing to that aloof lady. Her very voice would lead all of those buffoon officers to Miss Sario's point of arrival, and that would be terrible ... Terrible ... terrible, just like everything else in this existence that has turned so very morbid. But at the pith of Olivia's heart, she still felt the small sparks of some remaining warmth. She was just happy Miss Sario was alive, again. But what about Ben dear? ... There was a whistle on the wind. Olivia took off from the gnarled branch of the oak she was perched on, and relocated to the branch of a large spruce at the very edge of the campus, close enough that she could easily see any incoming traffic from the road.
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[/url] TUMBLRxxx LOGICxxx VECTOR TIMExxx INTERACTIONxxx MENTAL HEALTH MEMORY underground tunnels | quantum tunneling, quantum immortality xxxxx xxxxxThere! There was the party! Shit shit shit shit shit shit. He wasn't late, was he? Goddammit, they could all get hurt and it would be his fault. Hurry your useless self up, Cherno! His feet moved like blurred lightning, the tunnels filled with sharp cracks as his boots echoed through the dark emptiness. The beam of his flashlight played and danced with the wet tunnel walls, and the loneliness crushed his soul. This was ridiculous. It was ridiculous, but it was quiet. Quiet, simple. It was almost peaceful, if not for the dreadful hell they were in. Eventually- eventually- There! There they were! Cherno picked up his past, his legs flying over in arches, and he yelled out, frantically. ... His vector of running had too much force behind it. Oh fuck. "AY YO! SCALPEL! SCAAAAAAAAAAAAALPEL!" His voice echoed loudly through the tunnel, but he was able to time it marginally well. The notepad he clutched tightly in his hand bore the data of his efforts. Weak points in these tunnels had specific functions to them, and by identifying them in certain areas, he could make sure things did not collapse - among other uses. All of that work had left his hands dusty and chalked. A few loose pebbles jumped down from the side of the wall, stirred awake from his noise. But right now, Cherno was worried more about his momentum. "SCALPEL WATCH THE FUCK OUT-" Cherno tripped on one of these pebbles and flew wildly past the others in Elliot's party, and with a fearful face, crashed straight into him.
Olivia's Diary Entry | xxx « Not thus, in ancient days of Caledon,Was thy voice mute amid the festal crowd. » [/url] "Enough is enough, my dears." Olivia fluttered out her dirtied white wings and flew towards Miss Spike, landing upon her shoulder with a dusty huff. She turned her head to Miss Williamson, with a gaze as intense as a cybernetic dove could offer as such. collapse : : oratorio of the first flight "Miss Williamson." Olivia adjusted the tips of her wings a bit. Oh, she hoped she was not tickling poor Miss Spike. And even if she were, she would hope that Miss Spike enjoyed it. But this was no time to act silly. How scared was this girl? Olivia didn't blame her, no, but she hoped that there would be a bit more backbone to the young lady. In her time, it was an expectation ... "Miss Williamson." Olivia's mildly metallic, chirpy voice echoed through the small room. "While it's fine you feel safe and unsure here, would you rather risk your life, alone, up on the surface, where you could be hunted down and, dare I say, murdered at any moment?" Olivia's position among the students never was direct. She was better at galvanizing others into doing things, of course. Oh, how Lorinda was doing ... "It may be true that not many of us are fond of each other, yes. But, Miss Williamson, in times of crises such as these, 'tis in the best interest if you'd stay with us, and at least provide the skills I know you do possess to get us out of this little tiddy, what say you?" Olivia briefly turned towards Miss Spike, looking her in the eye. She seemed cold, did she? Cold and depressed. Of course, who wouldn't be such in this godforsaken radiation mess? She turned back to Miss Williamson. Ack. For a moment, her vision blurred and glitched. That cursed radiation was going to be the end of her soon ... right. Right, she should get it out of the way soon. "Miss Williamson. Have faith in human beings when crises hit them collectively. And-" She strut along Temperance's arm. "If you truly do not believe her, then let it be certain that I do have a back-up plan we will be able to follow through if all of you would be patient and respectful." "But alas ..." Olivia gazed back at Miss Spike. Ahaha ... If birds could smile, hers would be cunning and sinister. Olivia moved her bird body closer to Miss Spike's cheek. "Look here, Miss Williamson. You have given Miss Spike her coat, and I have given her the warmth of my Viola dear's woooooonderful plumage. Kukukuku. Have faith in yourself and in others." Through the voice of this bird, her ordinarily ticklish laughter turned into something canned and mildly monotonous. Hahaha. Curses. Curses to it all. This nonsense couldn't stay on forever. It was all fun and games until people perished under terrible circumstances, and nonesuch could be made about it. And here they were, children -- mere children -- knowing little and wishing to work together even less, having been forced to escape through these treacherous war zones in order to potentially sacrifice the lives of thousands at the hands of terrorists the country had nothing to do with. What- What would her father say? ... no. NO. No. May that man burn in the bombs' clouds of mushroom flame. Her thoughts briefly turned towards the others. The amnesiac Mr. Roncesvalles and malchik, especially. Marina and the ladylike Quin and her rough-and-tumble cousin. And even that whiny, mopey boy who was the son of the Antlium scientific nonsense brigade. Malchik. That terrible, stupid mutt. He was alive, yes? He better be. All of this calamity had not let up the continuation of their lessons yet ... ... How painful, it was, to shine on in an existence such as this. Where much laced the lace of one's dress and mistrust grew ripe on trees. In these past few days, Olivia had become a master of the facade, for despite her words she could feel nothing but a bubbling bitterness at all of existence, only occasionally poking or spewing out. A bitterness- a bitterness that she had not experienced in such a long time, and thus felt so alien to her. "Miss Spike," She began, absentmindedly. From within her plumage, connected to a few small metal plates, Olivia picked out the tiny cube that the malchik had picked up in the terrifying ... terrifying laboratory. The one that could have contained her body. It was worth the risk, for now. "Miss Spike, this cube contains my original body. When I return, I would enjoy it very much so if you may help me enact the correct computational procedures to return my consciousness. I certainly hope your voice is fly with that." Double pun. What a terrible time to use the tricks taught to her by that unchanging Mr. Cherno Roncesvalles. "For you see," Olivia turned her head towards the ceiling. "I may as well use Viola's body for our own advantage until the smell of the rains may change. I shall fly out towards the campus and keep a look out for Miss Sario, and potentially lead her here. They cannot hunt a bird that has the power of quick flight and virtually no media association with the lovely lady named Olivia. My flight is fast, but my trajectories and communication systems are damaged from all of the radiation, so time may take longer than otherwise." In her mind, Olivia let out a deep sigh. "If you will excuse me, it shall only be a few moments. If not a soul, Miss Sario or otherwise, appears, then I shall find a way to help lead you all myself. The forests and lone roads are my very paradise." And with that, Olivia fluttered her wings quickly and rose, flying out of the room through the hole in her small cranny.
From but a cove above, like a mortal god looking about her subjects, Olivia the bird spotted the others in the dark space of the cavernous trapdoor. It was good, indeed, that they were getting somewhere! What luck, after all. Especially when the radiation did not seem as intense here. She sat, roosting within a small cranny high by the underground parts of the stage, waiting and waiting. Even as a bird, it felt ridiculous of her to just leave the survivors, despite finding them a strange bunch. Three of them. The girl named Bronagh and that famous Temperance lady that Cherno seemed obsessed like a right scallywag fool about. And then a third person that Olivia did not quite recognize. Or perhaps she did not remember? They would have to get out of here soon. Perhaps she could get their attention, and explain a few things? The girl named Temperance seemed to just ... curl up and sleep. Well! Huff! That was unpleasant. Olivia, in Viola's body, turned her beak to the wood nearby and loudly tapped at it to gain their attention, turning on the beam of red light from her eye and pointing it at the person that was not Bronagh or Temperance. Right, Olivia ... With a wing, she held that small cube from Damocles close to her body. "Hey! Listen! Can you hear me? It is I, the one and only Olivia." Tap tap. "May I ask how you came here and what course of action you have to escape? We must judge which ones are the most logical before people are led out accordingly." ((OOC: Will be at school all day so someone else may have to pick up the strings of this conversation until the evening))
