Post by Redgrim on Dec 2, 2015 1:40:27 GMT -5
It would seem that Tem spent way too much time resting after her interaction with Zak. Way too much as in over the entire winter season and spanning until the tail end of the summer. It wasn’t quite her fault in that sense, the island had gone under a sudden flash freeze that left her frozen in place during her slumber. The amount of time she spent there far exceeded her freeze spell as she didn’t remember awakening until a rather intense ray of sunshine hit her particles.
The pile of dirt in the grass slowly began to move and eventually she was able to throw herself into the wind and carry herself to somewhere far more familiar. The golem spent a good amount of days scoping out her old life, though refrained herself from returning completely. Her mind hadn’t had much time to expand her thoughts and come to a decision of what she was going to do with herself.
What Tem did notice was that most people had presumed she had died or gone missing. Her boss was quite aware of her background and had guessed that the reckless being of sand had finally given up her task as police officer and moved on to other things, whereas others feared she had passed away. There was a search put out for her, but it ended not too long before the summer time came around. It made sense, she was not exactly the easiest being to find. If she wasn’t pretending to be any number of people, the golem would be a pile of sand. In the end though, she was let go of the force and someone was already populating her old office space. She was not opposed to it.
Tem returned to her apartment, thankful that her prized possessions were still within their place. She tended to pay her rent a couple years ahead of time because she usually forgot to do it otherwise. Her humble abode was quite different from the regular human’s, not that much of a shocker since she did not require the same type of nourishment that actual people did. The kitchen was completely disassembled, no bed, just a lot of ancient looking pots and a sarcophagus or two. It gave the place a homier feel. It was also probably one of the leading reasons why no one would’ve bought the place if she did pass away.
As the blob of pebbles funneled into the room, her trail of sand crossed paths with something. A crusty creature that just lied at the centre of her floor. She began to morph up into her true form, her jeweled eyes peering down at the immobile arachnid. It was Mentuhatep, her pet scorpion.
The goliath scooped the creature off the floor like a delicate flower and slammed the door behind her. Her gaze never left her deceased pet, though it was not a sorrowful mourning. She couldn’t even count how many scorpions she had to replace him with over the years and never felt detracted. It was just something about the life cycle of the being that had her caught in thought.
“Heh, look at you. Dead. You know, I thought I was dead too. Kind of wished I was. I guess if I was able to think I was dead I wouldn’t be alive. I sometimes wonder if I could ever be like that, dead. You, I’ve seen you dead countless times. I kind of want to know how it feels. I kind of want to know how it is to feel. Not pain though, I know pain. Fire brings pain. Like you, what did it feel to catch something in your pincers or stab something with your stinger? I bet it felt good” the being pondered aloud.
The golem began to saunter into what would have been her kitchen, if she didn’t eject her fridge out of her window the first day she arrived. She set the crumbled ball of a critter on her counter space next to some Egyptian urn. Her crystal orbs gazed out the window, watching people passing by on the street.
“They live for a mere millisecond of my existence. You, even less than that. Does that make me superior?” Tem questioned the corpse.
Mentuhatep continued to express how dead it was.
“Of course it does. I don’t know how though. I seemingly cannot die, they can, and you can. They are curious creatures. I feel the need to hate them, despise them and their weak and squishy bodies. The one in the forest though… He was annoying. Very annoying. Do humans enjoy that of which is annoying and does not admit defeat? Probably. That sounds like something humans would do.”
“I feel the need to do something, Mentuhatep. I do not know what it is. It isn’t that job, I know that now. I don’t think it’s kill the humans either, answers are never that easy. Perhaps there is something more out there, something I can’t comprehend.”
The pile of dirt in the grass slowly began to move and eventually she was able to throw herself into the wind and carry herself to somewhere far more familiar. The golem spent a good amount of days scoping out her old life, though refrained herself from returning completely. Her mind hadn’t had much time to expand her thoughts and come to a decision of what she was going to do with herself.
What Tem did notice was that most people had presumed she had died or gone missing. Her boss was quite aware of her background and had guessed that the reckless being of sand had finally given up her task as police officer and moved on to other things, whereas others feared she had passed away. There was a search put out for her, but it ended not too long before the summer time came around. It made sense, she was not exactly the easiest being to find. If she wasn’t pretending to be any number of people, the golem would be a pile of sand. In the end though, she was let go of the force and someone was already populating her old office space. She was not opposed to it.
Tem returned to her apartment, thankful that her prized possessions were still within their place. She tended to pay her rent a couple years ahead of time because she usually forgot to do it otherwise. Her humble abode was quite different from the regular human’s, not that much of a shocker since she did not require the same type of nourishment that actual people did. The kitchen was completely disassembled, no bed, just a lot of ancient looking pots and a sarcophagus or two. It gave the place a homier feel. It was also probably one of the leading reasons why no one would’ve bought the place if she did pass away.
As the blob of pebbles funneled into the room, her trail of sand crossed paths with something. A crusty creature that just lied at the centre of her floor. She began to morph up into her true form, her jeweled eyes peering down at the immobile arachnid. It was Mentuhatep, her pet scorpion.
The goliath scooped the creature off the floor like a delicate flower and slammed the door behind her. Her gaze never left her deceased pet, though it was not a sorrowful mourning. She couldn’t even count how many scorpions she had to replace him with over the years and never felt detracted. It was just something about the life cycle of the being that had her caught in thought.
“Heh, look at you. Dead. You know, I thought I was dead too. Kind of wished I was. I guess if I was able to think I was dead I wouldn’t be alive. I sometimes wonder if I could ever be like that, dead. You, I’ve seen you dead countless times. I kind of want to know how it feels. I kind of want to know how it is to feel. Not pain though, I know pain. Fire brings pain. Like you, what did it feel to catch something in your pincers or stab something with your stinger? I bet it felt good” the being pondered aloud.
The golem began to saunter into what would have been her kitchen, if she didn’t eject her fridge out of her window the first day she arrived. She set the crumbled ball of a critter on her counter space next to some Egyptian urn. Her crystal orbs gazed out the window, watching people passing by on the street.
“They live for a mere millisecond of my existence. You, even less than that. Does that make me superior?” Tem questioned the corpse.
Mentuhatep continued to express how dead it was.
“Of course it does. I don’t know how though. I seemingly cannot die, they can, and you can. They are curious creatures. I feel the need to hate them, despise them and their weak and squishy bodies. The one in the forest though… He was annoying. Very annoying. Do humans enjoy that of which is annoying and does not admit defeat? Probably. That sounds like something humans would do.”
“I feel the need to do something, Mentuhatep. I do not know what it is. It isn’t that job, I know that now. I don’t think it’s kill the humans either, answers are never that easy. Perhaps there is something more out there, something I can’t comprehend.”