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Finders Keepers [m]

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Cheesigator:
She caught it, the slight move upward of his chin, the flash of flesh at his throat and as she listened real closely she could sense it, the pickup in his heartbeat. There was something else about him she noticed too, something ebbing and tugging at her senses, keeping all of her focus right on him and she didn't like it.

Not one bit.

He took a slight step towards her, saying something and she reprimanded him like she would a goat, snapping a sharp "Ah-ah!" And making a motion with the gun that she knew now damn well what she had in her hands (supposedly, unless if he was bluffing) and she was not afraid to shoot him.

He answered her question though, and while she didn't understand most of the words she narrowed her eyes at one that did sound familiar.

Ship?

Ship--No. This was no ship.

She stared hard at him, glaring, feigning that she was keeping her attention on him as in reality she turned to her other senses. A ship? Had this been a boat she'd have felt it. Felt the rock and pull of the waves, heard the water licking the sides, felt the life teeming below, the fish she was so connected with.

But the only connections she got were from him, and the aquarium tank right behind her. Which she now finally pried her gaze from him to throw a hard glare over her shoulder at; every single fish was floating in front of the glass, hovering in a small school, all turned to face her, wiggling to try to get closer. Not a single one looked familiar.

She drew her gaze slowly around the rest of the room, keeping an eye on him all the while to make sure he didn't get any ideas other than more towel wiggling, which to her was simply stupid. Intimidating? Sure he was. That was why she kept the gun trained on him. But really the towel just made him look more a fool than anything, and as she got her wits about her and really started to focus on her environment, he became less scary by the minute.

Whatever he was, he was a living, breathing thing. One of so few in the vicinity that her ears could pick up. The scents were stale and clinical--it smelled like a home without the life of one. There were no breezes, no scents of home cooking or of strangers who'd come by. Just his scent. All him. Warm, inviting, mildly threatening as every hair raised on the back of her neck.

A ship.

She glanced at the tank again, watching the sway of the fish in the water who were doing little to move. It was largely still. She listened closely; heard no birds, no outside din, no sea.

So they must be in space, then?

A cold chill settled over her as the realization dawned on her that if this was true, if they were in space, then there was no way she was escaping here alone. Despite her name, she'd never been up in the stars before, only looked at them. And knowing she was up here, so far away from her home--now that sent another chill that froze her heart right over, and she took in a deep breath to keep the sudden urge to cry at bay for now.

How did she get here? This wasn't where she wanted to be, where she was meant to be. What happened to her home?

And this guy, this... Thing, as pretty as he was to look at, to smell, to listen to, might be her only chance of getting back home.

If there was a home to go back to.

Slowly, warily, she lowered the gun and kept it in her hands but pointed at the floor, distrust clear in her shining eyes as she stared at him and asked with the slightest waver in her voice,

"What happened to the earth?"

Draconian:
Thank all sorts of fuck that she'd pointed the gun away.

Sera watched her, trying to keep the weariness from his eyes and his posture relaxed and unassuming. If he was calm, collected and not afraid, she would... Also be that? Hopefully? The incubus even did his best not to look at her parts that were just out there in the open still, even moved to hold it up to cover her better. 

The question caught Sera off guard and he blinked at her, eyes wide for a moment before he just frowned at her. What happened to the earth? Sera took a hesitant step forward, shoulders back and calm and he moved towards the woman slowly because he was very interested in putting her tits away.

"Well, a lot's happened." He said softly, more slow steps towards her before he was right in front of her and placing the towel against her shoulders. There was something sexier about someone who was only partially dressed. The boobs were put away now, but having the towel draped over them and the naked shoulders. Sera stared at her throat, watching her pulse before he remembered he was answering a question. "Pollution. Killed all the life-stuff. And then it kinda snowballed. Dragon's took over. Made a dome. Now they're the leaders, Edanith is sorta green but not really and Libra is a space station."

Sera pat her on the shoulders and took careful steps back. "So... How long were you in that statue for?" He pat at his chest, slowly moving down, patting the pockets of his butt before he finally found a chunk of that jade he'd taken earlier. "We found you in this and you were kinda dirty so i gave you a bath," Sera shrugged like it wasn't a big deal and she was totally able to process all of this. "My room is your room. Welcome to your new home?"

Cheesigator:
Stardust hesitated for a moment, and the hand that held the gun twitched as he came closer. She was still on guard, still didn't trust him or know who he was--but what other choices did she have for now, other than to try and use her wits to get her out of here? And that meant at the very least pretending to trust him.

The closer he stepped the more she was directly engulfed in his scent, his invisible aura. He was definitely a demon of some kind, because she recognized the warm feeling trying to blossom in her gut amidst all the confusion and fear. She couldn't tell if he was doing it on purpose, or if it was just an inherent feature of his person.

She let him drape the towel around her obediently, lifting her chin with mock confidence as she caught him staring at her throat. If he dared do anything, she wouldn't hesitate to claw him. Not that he knew that.

"Dragons..?" She inquired, narrowing her eyes as she glanced away, trying to ignore the irritating 'come hither' urges rolling off of this stranger in waves as she searched the depths of her memories.

She scoffed a little, eyes a bit distant as she remembered the last few years she'd been awake.

"Are they really dragons? Or are they those abominations?" She asked, looking at him directly with some sort of a defiant look in her eye, almost as if she expected him to be the mastermind of it all, as if she expected him to say 'Aha! Yes! It was I, all along, who brainmelded the dragons and destroyed all of earth's society!'

Maybe she'd picked it up from a movie forever ago or something, but she wished it would've been that easy. To just punch him in the face and be done with it.

But from the sounds of it, there was no undoing however many centuries had passed--and it sounded like it had definitely been centuries. Changes like that didn't occur over the course of six months.

She stepped away from him, holding onto the towel with her free hand, gun by her thigh although she'd taken her finger from the trigger. Instead she moved closer to the fish tank, peering at the little creatures teeming with life inside curiously. They were unlike anything she'd ever seen before.

"Who's to say?" She answered him with another question, looking over at him as her wet hair fell over her bare shoulders in a mess. "The only way a person knows how long they've been asleep is by the time on their alarm as it rings. I've no watches or other timekeeping devices on my person now, do I?"

Stupid.

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