Shimmer (batfish_crazy) wrote in birthrightrpg, @ 2020-07-19 23:55:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | james hutchins, shimmer |
WHO: Shimmer/James Hutchins.
WHAT: "HI!"
WHERE: Curiosities, Las Vegas.
Somewhere in the Pacific, a patrolling US Navy submarine's sonar operator leaned in, scrutinising their equipment. Millions of dollars had been invested in the most highly sensitive of acoustic equipment, able to detect the slightest difference between marine biology and the prospect of potentially hostile naval hardware encroaching upon defended waters.
"Sir, I believe we may have a fast-moving contact. It doesn't seem to match any known profiles and..."
A high-pitched noise was throttling through the water at an impossible speed. The operative was ordered to place the audio over loudspeakers and the results only became more puzzling.
"...flag boy and your flag boy..."
Strange words and bizarre rhythmic vibrations accompanied the words. Were they a cryptic electronic interception? Had they happened upon a hitherto unknown attempt at acoustic masking?
"...talkin' 'bout... ...hey, now...!"
The crew braced for impact as the object of neared at an impossible velocity and... Nothing. In a playfully dolphin-like corkscrew pattern, it veered off into the murk. One more strange, otherworldly encounter submariners of the deep would come to record as an perplexing anomaly of the seas. It wouldn't be the first, nor would it be the last.
And the lyrical tune of the Belle Sister's rendition of 'Iko Iko' would continue to raise questions for years to come...
The reason for it would later arrive ashore, humming away to the small music player hidden away in a waterproof pack she had carried upon her etheric self. No longer a streak of light, but appearing in seemingly normal humanoid form, walking along as if nothing untoward had happened.
Since then, months later, that same figure hadn't caused much inadvertent concern to the US intelligence community. None she was likely to admit to, anyway. As of now, Shimmer's not terribly imposing height was less of a cause for military alertness and more of one for window shopping. Or, more accurately, trying to look as if she was doing so, as she turned into the doorway of a place named Curiosities and starting casually picking up this object and that; shaking one, giving a sharp little gasp of surprise to another and then pausing to pick up a piece of fabric and holding it to her ear in professional-seeming appraisal.
"Yes, the owners of this establishment are surely to be commended on their choice of finery," she spoke aloud to herself.
The fabric in question was a window drape.
"Hey!" It was suddenly blurted out. The brunette rounding on the only other figure in there, with alarming enthusiasm. "You know what a place like this needs?!"