Setting 26: 1822 DAY 23, Deling City, Caraway's Mansion B1

"They consider me to have sharp and penetrating vision

because I see them through the mesh of a sieve."

-Gibran, Kahlil

"A Handful of Sand on the Shore"

       We're almost there  Nonspecifically directed, self-assured declaration

       How many times have we imprinted him in total?  Earnest interrogative

       Too many times to avoid notice Stalwart declaration, exasperation, and latent bitterness

       How long do you think it will take for the city officials to trace the power surges to this location?  Information interrogative and vestigial disgruntlement

       We still have time Calm declaration, mutual reassurance, commiseration, and hope

       Rinoa, curious about the distant yet crystal-clear voices, crept silently down the steps and peered through the bars under the railing.

       Who in Terra is throwing a party in my basement at this ungodly hour? she wondered.  She was more miffed at not being invited to attend than annoyed by the thought of strangers stepping taking liberties in her house.  She spied two small luminescent dolls standing motionless in the center of the room.  A soft blue light emanated from their jelly-like bodies, topped off by glowing yellow orb at the end of each of their heads.

       She thought they were the cutest things she'd ever seen.  She wanted to gush over them, coo, dress them up, and play tea time.  If they had been on sale at a choice department store in the Galbadia mall, she would have bought them because of their appealing cuddliness.

       A second later she noticed the workbench next to the two intruders, crowded with many complex gadgets and advanced technology.  In their midst, strapped helplessly to the table, was the General.

       ?  Awareness and curiosity

       That wasn't you, was it?  Specifically directed interrogative and wishful thinking

       No  Apprehension-bordering discomfiture

       Then who – 

       We have company  Declaration and bittersweet humor

       !  Sudden realization, shock, and apprehension

       That was all she had to hear to know that they had detected her presence.  Standing up, she boldly derelicted her cover.

       "Who are you people?" she demanded to know.

       Unfortunate you had to see this  Patronization, affected sympathy, and imbedded threat

       It suddenly dawned on Rinoa why she could hear them with such clarity though they did not make any visible effort to communicate with her.

       "Why are you inside my head?" she cried at the frightening realization.

       Goodnight  Punchy retort and condescending dismissal

       One of the beings had moved over to the table and grabbed what she prayed was a stun gun and not a limb-severing laser.  Before she could move, it had aimed and shot her.  The blast knocked her off her feet and out of consciousness before her limp body could roll the remainder of way down the steps.

       Holy Mother!  Panic

       That was unexpected  Declaration of mild annoyance

       Is there a contingency plan for this?  Specifically directed, information interrogative and anxiety

       At least we don't have to worry about fear of exposure anymore  Mitigating ludicrous assessment and humor

       Quiet!  Sudden expletive and flood of annoyance

       Am I interfering with your calculations, comrade?  Derisive rhetorical question

       Be constructive for once, please!  Brusque imperative directive and dismissal

       …  Conceded tolerance and mocking patience

       What do we do now, QyQy?  Specifically directed interrogative and prepared deference

       We follow procedure  Facile declaration and hint directive

       Which is what?  Information interrogative and curiosity

       Annihilate them  Nonspecifically directed imperative directive and sharp apathy

       …  Uncertainty, internal conflict, fading confidence, and resigned concession

       Annihilate them all  Specifically directed imperative directive and relentless affirmation

DIVISION 1: On the BREACH Terminus

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Jeremy's Scribbles:

If you didn't catch this in Setting 01, the syntactical structure might seem a bit weird at first glance, because I have a unique method of transcribing what the aliens are communicating.

The "stage directions" after each line they communicates are necessary, and they aren't stage directions; PuPu's alien clan does not communicate with their voices, only their thoughts. They don't have facial expressions either, which means to communicate elements such as sarcasm or emotion, I have to add the "stage directions" and, if you noticed, keep the emotion-denoting punctuation marks (question or exclamation) outside of the brackets.

In actuality, those "stage directions" are called the "pragmatics" of language. The words they actually "speak" are called the "semantics" of language. Because they aren't actually making any sounds with their mouths, I used brackets instead of "quotations" to indicate what they want to communicate with their thoughts. Also, throughout the rest of the story, thoughts are italicized and speech is unmodified. So what the aliens want to communicate show up like this.

However, even by including the pragmatics after the semantics, there is still no way I can differentiate for you which alien is which. If they did not greet each other when a third or fourth being waltzed in, or say their respective names in each line, we would have no idea who the addresser and addressee were for any given statement. That is the flaw of indirect narration, I'm afraid, and I will try to find was to rectify it.

I would appreciate your reviews for this chapter so I can see what you are thinking or feeling, so as better to go back and make corrections for other readers if I see that everyone is stumbling between the same two chapters.  Also, if you catch any spelling or grammar mistakes, would you please notify me via email so that I may correct them as soon as possible?  Thanks in advance.