Each species was adapted to the environment of their hex.
Each race had an Embassy and a Well Gate that led to that Embassy at the center of their hex, and each had its tech and magic level.
In the South, where often radical departures from the original human form were found was Slelcron with its rooted plants and bees.
Are you there?
Nabiki would have stiffened if she had the ability to do so. Instead she just folded petals in protectively in a surprise reaction. That communication had not come from a bee, but somehow from outside.
Oh good. I have found you, Nabiki Tendo.
Nabiki tried to figure out how to respond to this alien form of communication.
We are your neighbors. We are the Zettai. We once were Yuka/Sayuri but now we are more.
Nabiki mulled over the image of will-o-wisps that accompanied that, wondering if this was what they'd look like to her bee-eyes.
Yes.
Were they even solid flesh?
No. We are, however, communication specialists. Freefloating telepathic/telestatic entities. We are a Unity lifeform, much as Slelcronian are, communal yet discrete.
Nabiki thought that didn't make a lot of sense.
Existence is often self-contradictory.
Nabiki turned her attention to the next bee that pollinated her, getting the outside image of a flower that was orbitted by a wispy ball that moved along in the air.
We are Yukuri, Sayuka, or other. We are establishing contact with nearby Hexes. We are moving you.
Nabiki went into a brief panic at that.
No, silly Nabiki. We are moving you to your hex embassy. Many of your fellows have already lost individuality within their Unity. You retain sense-of-self, for now. Come now, and let self remain.
Ranma was watching the figure as they tried to communicate with sign language, which wasn't easy at all. Eflikian wasn't Japanese, but with some effort they could force Japanese out past whatever caused their language to translate. It was somewhat easier to do the written language.
The rock-monster made all sorts of rock-crunching noises, so a common language wasn't going to happen but halfway through the long process something apparently clicked in Rocky's head and he began miming a few things that Ranma recognized himself.
Such as tying a headband into place and picking up a stick and miming having an umbrella.
Once upon a time, there had been a martial artist and father named Soun Tendo. He had lived in Nerima and owned a house, and that had been his identity for the most part.
Then there had come the aliens. Now he was different, now he was:
(Posted Thu, 22 Jan 2009 17:44)
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