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nexus_crossings2021-06-04 08:52 am
rockin_thehousedown) wrote in nexus_crossings2021-06-04 08:52 am
A Leopard Can't Change it's Spots
The singer was still in awe of the Nexus and all it's residents as he was now currently walking around the Plaza but he wasn't alone. Following behind the Swede, who was dressed in his trademark leopard print clothing is a rather strange purple cat. It's a Liepard Pokemon who had followed the singer from the Wild area after Hunter took a brief stroll through the woods earlier. There was some sort of attachment between man and beast, possibly due to the singer's Pagan roots. Hunter worshipped Freyr the Norse god of virality, harvest and fertility. Perhaps this Liepard found nature and comfort in the man since he was caring and almost motherly to his band and those around him.
Sitting down on a nearby bench, Hunter wondered about visiting a cafe or tavern since it was a hot day and a glass of red wine felt good right about now. A glass or five. The man lived on red wine. His Pokemon came up to rub against his leg, purring and looking up expectantly. The Swede offered a friendly smile and petted it's head. The creature was a beautiful elegant animal and was rather prissy too, a little like Hunter himself.
"What am I going to do with you, hm? You seem to like me but I have no name for you. What will my band members think of you? Aarne will probably adore you but you must not chase Rik's rat, Bønne. Vars may like you too since he has some birds already. No chasing them either, blomma."
Blomma meaning flower in Swedish. Hunter often defaulted back to his mother tongue when talking as was natural for him. Now, he was folding one leg over the other leaning back on the bench to enjoy some of the midday sun on his fair skin. Glancing around at the comings and goings of the Plaza he decided to pitch a question to those who were passing as he glanced up to the shifting clouds in the blue sky.
“Dreams are strange things. What would be your ultimate dream and would you wish it to come true?”
Sitting down on a nearby bench, Hunter wondered about visiting a cafe or tavern since it was a hot day and a glass of red wine felt good right about now. A glass or five. The man lived on red wine. His Pokemon came up to rub against his leg, purring and looking up expectantly. The Swede offered a friendly smile and petted it's head. The creature was a beautiful elegant animal and was rather prissy too, a little like Hunter himself.
"What am I going to do with you, hm? You seem to like me but I have no name for you. What will my band members think of you? Aarne will probably adore you but you must not chase Rik's rat, Bønne. Vars may like you too since he has some birds already. No chasing them either, blomma."
Blomma meaning flower in Swedish. Hunter often defaulted back to his mother tongue when talking as was natural for him. Now, he was folding one leg over the other leaning back on the bench to enjoy some of the midday sun on his fair skin. Glancing around at the comings and goings of the Plaza he decided to pitch a question to those who were passing as he glanced up to the shifting clouds in the blue sky.
“Dreams are strange things. What would be your ultimate dream and would you wish it to come true?”
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Attracted by the animal - mostly, she draws forward, peering at the pair. Teri looks about 11. Her head is hooded, and she has the traditional cowl that covers most of her face, and reveals only her eyes.
"I like dreams," Teri tells the stranger. "It's hard though. 'Cause I want to be a noble warrior, like my grandpajei, my Manei and Pajei. But I don't want war. So." She shrugs. "It's difficult isn't it?"
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"Hello there, ung en(young one)."
The Swede slipping into his native language to offer a greeting to the young stranger. Her plight caused him to frown a little since war was always a hard subject for anyone. Nodding slowly, he pushed some hair from his face and stroked his Liepard on the head.
"Indeed. Sometimes what you dream can actually become a reality. Are you a warrior?"
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Teri holds out a hand for the creature to sniff at, if it wants to. She doesn't try to pet it yet, but waits with her hand in one place, so it can bump her palm with its head. Her pack have taught her properly, not to assume an animal will respond well to being hugged, or grabbed, or even petted the wrong way.
"Oh! Yes it can," she agrees politely. "My uncle Vahl's a god of dreams. He can make them real." Tilting her head she seems to ponder a bit. "I'm a good shot, and I know the Form, but that doesn't make a warrior, does it? Are you one?"
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Hunter was finding this young girl to be fascinating and her uncle was god of dreams? What a fantastical thing indeed! Of course he was slightly skeptical but believed in the supernatural being a pagan. If any of his band were here now he was sure either Aarne or Vars would be intrigued too.
"My name is Hunter Ivarsson. I am far from home but never far from friends."
His Liepard nodded and offered the girl a head rub along her hand and then looked up at it's master once more.
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"He can take you into Al'Karingha(the dreamtime) when you're awake. It's soo cool." She neglects to mention that said god is also known globally as The Nightmare, but then he's kind to children so she sees none of that. "It's a wonderful thing, to sing. You make people happy. We sing too but the Sidiar wraith sing the prettiest of all of us."
She pets the pretty cat thing, quite happily for a few moments and then pushes back her hood and takes down her cowl. It's probably nicer if the man can see she's smiling. She's clean and well cared for, but her hair is untidy, as always. "Can I be a friend too? I'm Teri di Lucca."
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He smiled and nodded gently. Now, that she was removing her cowl he could see her face properly. Ah, that was better. She was a pretty little thing and Hunter found her a polite young lady indeed.
"Of course we can be friends. I have a band called The Hammers and I'm the band leader as well as the lead singer. You like singing too? Even better. Nice to meet you, Teri di Lucca."
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She may be a naughty little rule-breaker and refuse to comb her hair, but Teri is never rude. unless someone is rude to her first.
"Whoa, a band. Wait 'til I tell Keeta. She's my bestie. I like the name Hunter. Are you from..." Hmm, she's not so great with Terran geography but he doesn't sound American or British. "Europe?"
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Hunter often performed exuberantly on stage and in his own flamboyant way along with his crazy band mates full of their own energy.
"Thank you. My name was derived from the ancient Swedish herdsmen who have herds of reindeer. They also hunt as well as keep their own animals. I am from a land in the North of Europe known as Sverige or Sweden in English."
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She's about to go on to say she doesn't know Sverige but will look it up, when something dark and sleek moves from the shadows. There turn out to be four of the somethings. Phantoms, seemingly made of pure shadow, weave their way around the bench and the two figures. Billowing and changing shape, they're careful not to go too close the cat-creature, for fear of alarming it; but one passes around Teri's head and she looks up.
"Uh-oh. Busted."
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Hunter beamed. Then, something changed in the air as the Swede took a step back watching the phantoms weave their way around the bench. Spirits? The singer was a pagan and this? This frightened him somewhat as he gasped and held his hands to his mouth in slight shock.
"What---what are they? What is happening?"
Were they dangerous?
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The shadow who seems to be at the head of the others, alights in front of them, subtly shape-shifting her form, becoming a young-looking female. She looks at Teri, trying to feign annoyance, but her voice nowhere near angry. More resigned.
"Thérèse di Lucca. What am I going to do with you, young lady?"
To the human with her daughter, Spectra says "I'm sorry, we didn't mean to give you a start. I hope she hasn't been pestering you."
One of the other shadows has also manifested as a humanoid female, and is offering her hand to the cat creature.
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Hunter knew what to expect now that he was within the strange and fantastical world of the Nexus. Mythical beings and spectral wraiths were also included among the menagerie of creatures it seemed. A far cry from back home in the rock star world.
"I am Hunter Ivarsson. Ett nöje att träffa dig. (A pleasure to meet you.)"
He slipped into his native tongue out of accident as he often liked to greet strangers in Swedish. The Liepard looked up at the shadow creature and bristled it's fur slightly before relaxing and sniffing the hand offered to it.
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"Peace and freedom." She tells him as she sits at a comfortable distance from the bench. "An end to war and our tyrant. What would you dream?"
She's patient and attentive while speaking to the human.
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Then, the huge lion creature talked. It talked.
"Åh min! Ett jättelejon som pratar! Är inte du en vacker varelse?"
Defaulting back into Swedish, Hunter was in mild shock as he rubbed his eyes and noticed the lion was still there. Not the coke this time. Definitely not since he hadn't taken any.
"Peace and freedom? Your tyrant? Oh. I--you are such a beautiful creature. What are you? You look like a huge lion but you have wings."
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"I am an angel, the lion of God, once." She tells the human before settling in to lay down with the kittens jumping on her and biting at feathers and tail. The kittens aren't lions though. They look like slightly larger house cats with wings.
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"En ängel? The lion of God? I have never met such one as you."
Hunter was a pagan and found the talking lion to be such a special thing indeed. His brown eyes fixed on the now playing form of the kittens jumping and biting her tail. It really was very cute.
"I am Hunter Ivarsson, singer and band leader for the band The Hammers."
He suddenly realised that the lioness might take offence to his attire. Leopard print. Surely, the beast would notice that he meant no ill will towards big cats or any other creature since it wasn't real fur.
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"I am Lucifer, the Morningstar." The way her body language changes suggests a smile even if it's not a smile of the mouth. "I'm fond of singing and music."
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It was a nice change to actually speak his own language without having to change it to suit another's preferences. This Lucifer Morningstar was a knowledgeable creature indeed. The Devil had many guises it seemed and this one was powerful and regal at the same time. Hunter loved cats and lions were on his list of favourite animals too.
"What sort of music do you enjoy, blomma? I, myself, am a rock singer. My band, The Hammers, have Aarne, the loud and excitable Fin who is my drummer, Vars, the tough, broody Norwegian bassist and Rik, the warm hearted, energetic Dane who is my lead guitarist."
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It was worth the warning for the safety of the human who appeared to be overly gregarious.
"I am a patron of most arts." Lucifer tells him while listening to the man about his band. "Classical will always bring me happiness and the harder music, rock and metal, is not misnamed the Devil's Music."
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Hunter wanted to reach out and touch the lion's short coarse fur but knew better than that. This was no mere beast but an angel and the Devil at that. Only a fool messed with Lucifer.
"How wonderful indeed. Your fur----is it hot to the touch? I wonder if I may touch it?"
It was a bold ask but the Swede had never been one to hide away from doing wild things and breaking down rules and regulations. Was touching the Devil in lion form prohibited under an angel code or the like? Hunter wanted to touch the fur.
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Though it could be learned, many had learned aggression over time.
"My fire changes. An enemy will find it burns while a friend will find warmth like a summer sun." She cocked her head, ears flicking forward to listen to Hunter before her large head motions toward the rest of her body. "You may sit with us if that is your wish."
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Hunter moved closer towards the lioness while his Liepard stayed a little away, offering a coy glance to the lioness before sitting down to clean it's fur. Typical cat behaviour. It was as sassy as it's owner it seemed. The Swede then noticed movement out of the corner of his eye and a strange chirping sound. It was almost like talking but it sounded like a bird talking.
Turning around Hunter spotted Gilly walking towards them all with a strange bird atop his shoulder. The drummer seemed a little put out as he kept glancing to it trying to shoo it off his shoulder but the bird was fixed onto the blond's shoulder permanently it seemed. Liepard cocked it's head but didn't attack the bird since it was a fellow Pokemon.
"Gilly, what---what is that?"
The drummer frowned and huffed a little. The bird Pokemon had flown down from a tree somewhere while he was looking for Hunter. He may have gotten a little lost and ventured into the Wilds looking for the Swede. The little bird attracted to Gilly with it's chirpy words.
"Blondie pretty. He loves you. Haahah He loves you!"
It was a definite parrot-like chirp and Gilly just gasped and blushed red. The damn thing could speak and was now embarrassing him. Then, the drummer turned and squeaked as loud as his Pokemon when he spotted the huge lioness with the colourful kittens.
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Lucifer turns her head to look toward the human that is coming, ears twitching to listen to the bird chirping. She lulled her head and purred.
"I promise we do not hurt humans nor eat birds." There's amusement in her voice as she glances back at the drummer, eyes crinkled a little around the corners like laugh lines.