ANIMORPHS: Book 1: The Intruders

[shakoa]

(k) *starts making a life* Ooh! Cookies!

[Forlin (old)]

Forlin was a...little embarrassed when she said that, but lightly he laughed as she spoke. It was obvious they intended it as humour. He nodded to Galanor, who had told him of the harpy. It was sad he hadn’t known that; mythology, human myths, was an interest of his. <We should wait until we have more members to choose a leader,> he suggested before they left for Elizan’s ship.

He turned to Galanor. <Do you have a place to stay? If not, I have a hotel room, if that wouldn’t be too...awkward.>

[Galanor Rosewind]

Galanor had since demorphed. She was still almost in disbelief that she could, finally, do so. She had the power at last. She felt useful. She could fight. She could actually help.

Forlin spoke, and she turned to face him. "Well," she said. "I didn't actually think this through. I drove up here, and didn't even think about finding a place to stay." She laughed. "I was so convinced that it was going to be an ambush, I guess, that I didn't think I'd need to make arrangements." She could find her own hotel to stay in, of course.

Finally, she decided. "It wouldn't be awkward. Besides, I can help you out if you need an errand run and don't feel like morphing to go do it. Not that I can really think of anything. But still." She chuckled. "I'd be very grateful."

Besides, she thought. What's an Andalite really like? All I know of him is what he's told me on the forums. Which isn't much.

[Forlin (old)]

<You came almost positive this would be an ambush?> he replied. <Then it is a good thing it isn't. And I would be delighted. Come; it is not far.> He started morphing human; within a few minutes, he had assumed his human form: a man with short brown hair, looking rather odd in his morphing outfit of a tight pair of bike shorts and a t-shirt.

[Galanor Rosewind]

She nodded. "Anyone giving away the morphing technology... it seemed so obviously too good to be true. I came prepared. Now, I think, I was being too cautious. Then again, is there any such thing?" She laughed, and then followed him.

They arrived at the hotel a few minutes later. She volunteered to drive, because she knew that he'd flown. Even though she had a bird morph now, she knew that crows weren't very good with night flight. After all, she didn't want to leave her car in the middle of this district of time. With Forlin's directions, they arrived without any mishaps.

Galanor had brought a change of clothes, luckily. They were in her sturdy duffel bag, along with several more weapons that she'd brought for a just in case situation. She unloaded her pockets into it, securing her daggers, pistols, and other weapons inside. She showered, and then after a bit of television (nature channels, of course) she went to bed, falling asleep in one of the plush armchairs. She wasn't sure how Andalites slept, so she left Forlin the bed. She could stand a night asleep in a recliner without much difficulty. She didn't think that an Andalite could do so very easily.

"Try not to move around too much in your sleep," she warned Forlin in a friendly manner. "It'll be hard to explain how we cut the bed in half, or something like that." She chuckled, then began to drift off to sleep.

[shakoa]

(guys, plz dont go on without me. im on my dsi, and it is very hard to read like this. thx.)

[Forlin (old)]

((Sorry; we're not passing you buy, we're just doing the Forlin/Galanor part if that's alright. They've just gone to bed. This part doesn't really affect your character; it's more character development for the two of us. And I typed this post up before I read yours; sorry.

I'll let you know when they return to the ship. Please, I want to do this part. I'd love it if Elizan and Claire could join Forlin and Galanor for the morning ritual.))

"When there are Yeerks around, it is always advised to use caution," Forlin agreed, using the mouth of his human morph to form sounds in English that made words, stringing into sentences. "Caw. Shun. Sssshunnnuh." He knew not to form the sounds when in public, but with someone like Galanor, he was sure it would be fine unless it annoyed her. In the car, he felt cramped, but it made him feel better to listen to what was on the radio and form more mouth-sounds.

When they got to the hotel room, Forlin went for the cookies he'd bought. He let Galanor have some, if she wanted them; the rest of the package, he devoured--including some of the package itself, though it wasn't very appetising and he spat it out. He closed the window, demorphed, and watched television with her, and was quite impressed by her arsenal. He, too, had some weapons of his own: two shredders, several powercells, and a bandolier to keep a weapon in. Though his tail was what, primarily, he would be using. He hoped that his self-taught techniques would be enough against Hork-Bajir warriors and who knew what else he would be up against.

When the sun began to set, he politely asked her to mute the TV, and he walked to the window, opening the blinds slightly and raising his four eyes to the setting sun. <From the rising of the sun to the setting, to its rising again, we place what is hard to endure with what is sweet to remember and find peace.> He was an Andalite, but an Andalite of Earth; still he honoured his people's rituals and customs, though there were many, many mysteries to him. He closed the blinds, looking to his human friend, who asked him not to move around. She looked as though she was about to fall asleep in the armchair.

<I do not use the bed,> he said, motioning to it. It was a nice, plush double bed. <I sleep standing. Except in the odd times when I like to...'lay on I disagree'...as my friend Kyle so eloquently puts it.> He wondered if she would get his joke. He was trying his best to master human humour and antics. He walked to the living area, where there was the most space. <And I would like you to join me in my morning ritual at sunrise,> he added. <There is a grassy field with a stream that I have located. We will have to fly, but it is not far.>

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[Galanor Rosewind]

"That's fine," Galanor said, moving from the chair to the bed. Now she didn't feel guilty by taking it, since he wouldn't use it anyway. She chuckled at his joke, too.

"Well, I haven't really flown yet. But I think it will be a good way to practice. Flying there, I mean. I would be honored to join you and the others in the morning ritual. Though, I admit, I don't know the words."

[shakoa]

I curl up on the grassy space and fall asleep.
Iwatch her go to sleep, then sleep myself.