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with_my_teacup) wrote2013-12-09 08:03 pm
with_my_teacup) wrote2013-12-09 08:03 pm
R35 - Carnivore animal
[Public & Kitchen Spam]
Noch breffast, chicos.
[Anyone who comes into the kitchen will notice that Riddick is all but non-verbal. He doesn't really understand English or any of the other major languages, and anyone who doesn't have a grounding in several common Earth languages won't understand the language he speaks-- the child of accented English and space-travel Spanish and technical Chinese with loanwords peppered in like... well, pepper, subject to extreme grammatic drift, with even the familiar verbs conjugated in unfamiliar ways and prepositions hiding where they're least expected
So he's not talking much. Instead, much pantomime, much grunt and shrug. ...And much picture. Enjoy your breakfast menu, barge.]
Noch breffast, chicos.
[Anyone who comes into the kitchen will notice that Riddick is all but non-verbal. He doesn't really understand English or any of the other major languages, and anyone who doesn't have a grounding in several common Earth languages won't understand the language he speaks-- the child of accented English and space-travel Spanish and technical Chinese with loanwords peppered in like... well, pepper, subject to extreme grammatic drift, with even the familiar verbs conjugated in unfamiliar ways and prepositions hiding where they're least expected
So he's not talking much. Instead, much pantomime, much grunt and shrug. ...And much picture. Enjoy your breakfast menu, barge.]
Spam
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[A grunt with raised inflection -- universal inquiry. Whether Arthas can guess Riddick is asking about how he's doing, less certain. Riddick keeps the distance he knows is comfortable for Arthas, close but not all over his space.
Spam
[Arthas is flipping his fruit knife and pacing, frustrated.]
Spam
C-E-S-in ge'hn; or?
Spam
[That's pretty easy to pick out. Unless that's not translating either, which he wouldn't put past this flood.]
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Re: Spam
Spam, perhaps timeskip or assume or whatever you like
[Yeah, okay. Two something more in the kitchen, maybe minutes or hours, probably the latter since he interrupted Riddick's shift. Arthas nods and waves - bye.]
It's just a jump to the left
It's slightly more than two hours before he shows up at Arthas' door, but the delay was to get him a mug of weapons-grade stomach-lining-destroyer strong coffee, and pick up his impatient, confused dog.
Partner, fortunately, speaks hand-signal and Riddick's language.]
and then a step to the right
Það tók þig nógu lengi.
[He nods in greeting, then-]
CES?
Surrender now or prepare to fight (Wait no)
C-E-S.
[He holds out the metal mug.]
Coffee.
riffraff that's right!
[That's in English, with only a slight accent. He's heard that particular one enough today to mimic and he's pretty sure he knows a handful of other words too - "hello," "please," "flood," and one that means "calm down" or "stop pointing that knife at me" or something like that. And now, "coffee."
Mm coffee. Arthas takes a sip as he steps out and closes his cabin door behind him.]
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[That's in English, too, in the US accent that prevails on the barge.
Riddick is visibly relaxing as he walks; there was just a little tension in his shoulders from the whole... dealing with people he couldn't talk to thing.]
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Riddick leads him up to the deck, through the warden area and to the door of the CES, giving him a little 'after you' wave. Partner recognizes the door and shifts in agitation, whining happily.]
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Arthas makes a satisfied noise and strides inside.]
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Riddick's mouth quirks again. His desert dog; short hair, huge heat-venting ears, optimized for heat and low moisture. He'd hate this environment if he was still alive, if there was any heat to vent.
He shivers, but he knew they'd be someplace cold; he's wearing more than his usual arm-bearing getup, and he pulls the hood of his cloak up over his head. ]
Partner! Hup!
[The dog comes pelting back at a run.]
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But he can't, and lets out a frustrated hiss instead and jerks his head off in the direction of the eagle roosts. Come on, there's a thing over here when you're done with whatever you're doing with the dog.]
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[Riddick grabs a stick and hurls it into the wilderness for Partner to go find, and then falls into step with Arthas.
Partner comes running back before they get far, shoving the stick against Arthas' hand to try to make him throw it.]
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The next group of redwoods they pass opens into the remains of a stone temple, bombed-out, crumbling and scorched. Every inch of what remains is carved with intricate spirals and on the highest pillars that are still standing are dozens of nests. The eagles circling are large enough to pick up a person, but Arthas doesn't seem concerned. He does, however, stay at a healthy distance from any occupied nests.]
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Mmmm?
[Are they going someplace in particular? he means.]