The little things give you away (Gary)

[daniel christopher johnson]

Half and hour earlier

Daniel gave his little sister a stern look before rolling his eyes. “Fine, I’ll buy you a book before I get back. Just, for the love of all that is good, let me do this.” He sighed, giving in to his sisters demands. It had taken a good 10 minutes to get a reasonable demand for him to be able to use her image for a while. He only wanted to see how long he could last before having to change back. Dan grabbed a pen from off the table, taking the cap off before listening to the book title that his sister wanted. It should still be there later and this way he wouldn’t forget about it. “Right, give me your hand.” Holding his hand out, Daniel waited for his sisters hand. It would save him a little bit of energy doing this, no matter how well he could shift into his sister. Feeling a small hand in his, Dan closed his eyes, letting his instincts take over as he smoothly shifted into his sister. Opening his eyes, he stared straight at his sister and then looked over himself. It had worked, like normal and the writing was still on his hand. A smile appeared on his lips as he started walking out of the house. “You know what to do and I’ll see you later.” Dan said, looking at his sister. She rolled her eyes and nodded. He nearly sprinted out of the house before she could start on what he was wearing.

Present

He had been wandering along the beach for about twenty minutes now. So far, everything had been going fine. People weren’t confused when they spoke to him since he’d managed to get his sisters mannerisms down to a T. Her voice on the hand was still a bit of a problem. He was close to getting it spot on but there were times when it slipped and his real voice came out. That was probably the one thing that would give him away if he tried to impersonate someone else. His voice. Many people in Honey Tree knew him already due his job and home, which meant they’d probably heard him speak. Not too many people around the small town had an Australian accent, so it was difficult to mask. Daniel had to spend a few hours a day to get someone’s voice right. That’s if he worked hard enough to be able to do it. Dan sighed and headed off in a different direction. This test he’d put himself up was beginning to bore him a little. He was coping just fine and there hadn’t been a problem so far.

Deciding to go somewhere he hadn’t explored, Daniel decided to Origin cave. The place where he worked was named after it and it seemed a little bit stupid not to have been. Ten minutes later and Dan stopped at the entrance, peering into the cave, being careful as to not get dripped on. Even though it was light enough outside, there were places that were still shrouded in darkness. He patted down his hair and took a few steps within. Looking around, Dan grinned. “This place is actually kinda cool.” He muttered to himself, looking at the various drawings on the wall. “Some of these must be old though.” He wasn’t a history expert, but there were various pictures on the wall that could have dated back a few hundred years. Of course many of them had been scribbled over with newer ones. Probably by people who thought it was cool to do such a thing. Daniel grunted and stood up straight after looking at a few. Taking a few steps backward, he looked at the rest of the cave he could actually see. It was fairly large, parts of it had crumbled away due to weathering and such, but it didn’t look at all dangerous. In fact it was the perfect place for him to stay and wait his shifting abilities. He might not have all the much to do, but looking at the cave could take a few minutes.

Venturing further into the cave, Daniel took his phone from his pocket and flipped it open. Using the light from the screen, he searched around the back of the cave. It wasn’t much different from the nearer the exit, it was darker and damper than usual. Dan looked at the markings on the wall back here. There were less of them, but they were still pretty interesting. “Trust me to find an interest in something that others would find duller than a brick.” He muttered to himself as he walked along the back wall. Just as he got to the last corner, there was a small clap like sound and out of reflex, he jumped and spun around, nearly slipping over. Looking down at himself, Dan found that he was back to his old self again. “Oh God damnit!” He yelled rubbing his forehead. It hadn’t been the first time it had happened and it had annoyed him to no end when it did. Taking a few steps forward and out of the semi-darkness, Dan’s eyes focused on a figure standing near the entrance of the cave.

[gareth abel mckane]

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[daniel christopher johnson]

Dan knew he shouldn’t be angry at the stranger that just appeared in front of him, but there was a little side of him that was boiling and ready to explode. The next couple of minutes and the words he said would be important for him. It wasn’t even the guys fault; Daniel should’ve been more alert and focused in case something like this actually happened. But then again, he wouldn’t have known something like this was going to happen anyway. Dan suppressed a sigh and looked towards the guy that had wandered in the cave. The word ‘hello’ came from his mouth in a cautious tone. That was understandable. “Hello back at you buddy.” Dan said. The words come out colder than he had meant them to. “Sorry, you made me jump and lose my concentration on ke-“ He was about to say ‘keeping the form of my younger sister’. Of course that would sound completely normal to a complete stranger. “On trying to figure out what some of these things are.” Dan’s eyebrows creased ever so slightly. That was the best he could come up? Even though there wasn’t much else to say about it, he could have come up with something smoother.

Now there was a semi-awkward moment between the two of them. Despite his cocky attitude, Dan was actually a little stumped for words. That was rarely the case for him, but it was a situation he wasn’t all too comfortable with. As he got a closer look at the guy, he realized that he’d seen him around the town once or twice. “Hey, I remember seeing you around the town a few times earlier.” He said. It then dawned on him what he’d just said. Earlier he was his sister and he couldn’t really get himself out of this one now. Unless he came out with what he was. However he usually steered clear of telling people what he was. They usually freaked out when he said and then gave him a demonstration because they were so confused. A few people actually stood by him when he told them and he got used a few times if they needed help. He wasn’t making a very good first impression and currently wanted to punch himself in the face. Jeez, he was nearly never like this around people. Clearing his throat, Dan took a few steps forward to get a better look at the guy.

Notes: Oh lord, I’m sorry for this post. >.< It’s not my best and my brain is currently flailing around madly. It’s really bad and I’m sorry.

[gareth abel mckane]

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[daniel christopher johnson]

Daniels’ lips pressed into a thin line at the awkward smile the guy gave him and the few steps forward he took. Dan took a step or two back from him. He wasn’t exactly comfortable standing in a wet cave with someone he’d only just met. He managed to bite his tongue on the sarcastic reply, hoping to dull it down a bit with what he said next. “No the ones that have been sprayed all over your face.” He said, a sarcastic tone in his voice. “Of course the ones of the wall.” It seemed his sarcastic comments were making more of a show today than they would’ve been normally. It wasn’t something he prided himself on, but sometimes peoples stupid comments or questions made him want to whack his head against a wall. The males next comment nearly made him do such a thing. Instead of replying with another sarcastic comment, Daniel offered a weak smile. Comments of all sorts were running through his head and he was having a hard time trying to contain them. Does this guy take me some sort of idiot? I know what the hell a wall is. He though, letting his smile fade. “Thanks for the tip, I’ll try to keep that in mind next time I see one.” A very small hint of sarcasm plagued his voice. Daniel mentally sighed. He really needed to cool down and stop with this attitude. He wasn’t behaving as himself at all. He turned to face one of the walls of the cave and stooped to look down at the drawings. Thankfully the man hadn’t questioned why he’d cut his sentence off as well as the coldness in his voice.

Briefly listening to what the guy was talking about, Dan kept looking at what the paintings were. Some of them looked like they were telling some sort of story, others just looked like they were just painting. It wasn’t something Dan would take interest in, but it had piqued his interest ever since he’d taken the job at the restaurant. He gave a few simple nods at what the man was saying, paying nearly no interest in what he was saying. It was only the last few words that made him look up, a confused expression on his face. It quickly went when he saw the pamphlet in his hand and pieced things together. “Mm I guess so. If you find caves interesting.” Said Dan, mumbling the last sentence. How could anyone be interested in caves? There was hardly anything in them apart from rocks, occasionally bats and water. “Any idea what some of these mean?” Pointing to several of the paintings he was confused about. A couple of them he’d managed to figure out already, even if they didn’t necessarily makes sense He was slightly hoping the man was going to be have some help.

“I’m Daniel. Who are you?”

[gareth abel mckane]

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[daniel christopher johnson]

Dan gave the guy a weird look as he flipped through the tourist guide, managing to stop himself from eye-rolling. Unfortunately his curiosity got the better of him when the same markings were held up on the wall and he inched closer. He craned his neck a little, trying to get a better look at what it was saying without looking like he was too interested. Looking back to the wall and then at the page, Dan lifted an eyebrow. “Yeah, it’s pretty dead then. Though most of these are pictures though, so surely they’d be able to decipher some of them?” He asked, his gaze flitting back from the guide to the wall. He had no idea when the birth of Honey Tree Town was, but it must’ve been pretty old if the language was practically dead. That didn’t mean they couldn’t do something about it. It seemed easy enough. He said that now, but as he looked around the cave he could see just how many there were. “Okay, maybe not.” He mumbled out loud. Well people still could try to decipher the pictures and see if the rest made sense. Dan would certainly be willing to help with it. “How old is the town anyway? Surely they’re able to find something around here that could help.” It seemed a bit odd that they hadn’t found anything that dated back a hundred years or so to help them. Surely others might have tried to figure out what these markings were and tried to decipher them.

Another weird expression made its way onto Dan’s face as he stared the male. Clearly this guy had a screw loose in his head or something because he’d take Dan’s statement pretty seriously. “You’re not joking are you?” A clear ‘You need help’ look on Dan’s face as he took in the males expression. How anyone could find caves even remotely interesting was beyond him. Though then again, that was slightly hypocritical of him since he’d been so interested in it moments earlier. Okay, he might be a little interested in them, but that was only because of this whole ‘old, dead language’ thing. “Well some of them aren’t that hard, because you know, they’re just pictures. Clearly people haven’t been looking at them right, because they sort of either clump together or string along in a big line.” He explained, pointing to one or two of the clumps of pictures as well as lines of the things. “I guess once you find out what one or two of them mean you can practically figure out what they mean. The worded parts are obviously harder to figure out because of the whole dead ass language thing you were talking about.” Now it was his turn to ramble on about God knows what. Of course he couldn’t really figure them out right now because of the whole light issue thing, but if they had a torch or some more light it would easier. Plus he’d need to be able to get a closer look at them and possibly have some knowledge about cave paintings and stuff.

“Nice to meet you Gary.” Daniel took the mans hand and gave it a firm shake before letting go. However the next words that the man said caught him off guard. Dan couldn’t keep staring at Gary because of his question. It was a few seconds later that he realized he was still staring and snapped out of it and answered. “Not particularly. I was only in here because I wanted to test something out.” His cheeks threatened to turn pink when he realized what he’d just said. From what Daniel had seen of this guy, he was slightly hoping that he wouldn’t think of anything like that. But better to be safe than sorry. “Not anything like that though.” He added, clearing his throat. Though he was becoming rather interested in this one, but Daniel wouldn’t start admitting it to someone he’d only just met. “You put me off when you stepped it and made me lose my concentration.” He explained briefly. On staying like my sister Daniel thought afterwards.

OCC: All I can think about at the end of this post is this.

[gareth abel mckane]

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[daniel christopher johnson]

Daniel vaguely nodded along, only taking snippets of information in that were of some importance. He didn’t consider it rude, just a way of getting the relevant points in to make a decision. It was something he’d learnt from his father while he wasn’t ignoring Dan for the majority of his life. “Well they must be some form of it. I don’t see how they could be anything else unless they’re derived from it.” He said, gently tracing his fingers along a painting on the wall. Taking his fingers from the wall, he rubbed his thumb and index finger together for a second. He wasn’t expecting anything to come off, but there was a weird feeling on his fingers. He wasn’t someone who usually went around touching walls. Dan’s lips moulded into a thin line as he thought for a few seconds, pacing a little. “Well if it was established as a town, lets say, in the 1600s, as you said, then it couldn’t have been very much before hand. Even before that, there couldn’t have been many people here and I highly doubt they would’ve drawn on walls to be able to communicate. But there’s a high possibility of there being life before that here. Who knows though. Unless someone figures this lot out, we’ll never truly know what went on.” He shrugged, turning his back on the wall. He was getting slightly bored of this cave now. Not that it didn’t hold some interesting things about it still, like trying to figure out what was on the walls, but it was losing it’s appeal.

A complete and utter ‘Are you serious’ expression stayed on Dan’s features. Surely this guy wasn’t serious was he? No-one in their right mind would like to go around in caves for a hobby. Hell, if it weren’t for where he would, Dan wouldn’t even be here. His eyebrows crinkled at Gary as he responded. “Because from the majority of people I’ve known, they don’t like going round caves for a hobby.” In fact there were very people he knew that actually liked doing it. Gareth was the first person that he’d come across in the past few years that liked walking into the caves and wondered how they got here and shit. Maybe he was just looking in the wrong places for people with this sort of interest? In any case, Daniel felt it was a rather weird interest. He pushed the thought to another place in his mind and gave a small snort. “Seriously?” Dan turned back to the wall and squinted at it, making out a few of the pictures. It was one of the ones he was looking at earlier and had some sort of thoughts on it.

“This one was obviously painted during the winter months. Which is obvious due to the blue paint and the various dots and swirls around this little stick person thingy.” Pointing at the relevant picture, he moved onto the next. “They’ve had trouble finding some stuff to eat due to food shortages and ended up having to eat-” A expression of absolute disgust came over Dan’s face. “Okay, I’m not quite sure what that is. But it’s another person, some sort of animal or something I’m not going to mention. This last one I’m not too sure what it means, but I’m pretty sure they must have had several bad winters or something to be able to do that.” He said, pulling a face as he stepped backwards a bit. It was probably one of the easier ones in the cave, but he could always be wrong. “Either that or they were complete madmen.”

Daniel smiled in what felt like a long time, letting go of Gareth’s hand and nodded at him. Though his smile went down a little at the mans next question. Maybe he’d said a little too much, but there was no harm in telling the guy was there? As long as he didn’t get shunted for it, all was well. Shaking his head a little, Dan gave the guy a small smile. “It’s fine. I might as well tell you seeing as I’ve already brought it up.” He said. Letting the silence drag out a bit while he thought of the best way to put it, Dan crossed his arms. Finally figuring out the right way to ask, he looked at Gareth with a straight face. “I was trying to keep the form of my younger sister to see how long my powers could hold out.” He explained, going back to pacing a little. “Have you ever heard of people that can change their form? Shapeshifters and the like.” Dan asked, hoping that Gareth was smart enough to catch on a little bit.

[gareth abel mckane]

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[atrb=style, text-align: justify; background: #191919; color: #787883; padding: 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 20px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px;][style=height: 302px; overflow: auto; padding: 4px;]Gary nodded his head, agreeing with Daniel. He had some good ideas, and he wasn't going to doubt him too deeply. To doubt the ideas of another person while being unsure of your own was a completely ridiculous thing to do. Besides, Daniel's ideas were good. The only problem that Gary had, was why, and how, could two random men figure out a language that baffled exceedingly bright minds? He knew that it was unlikely, but for all he knew Dan was a scientist trying to work this out and Gary was preaching to the choir. He stopped thinking about that and instead continued to look over the drawings. There were supposed to be beautiful and baffling pieces of work on these walls, and he supposed that that was exactly what he was seeing. He was beginning to get frustrated at not being able to work these things out, however. The man with the foreign accent spoke again and the Air Sprite bobbed his head. "Yeah, most likely. I don't doubt that before there was a town, or before this place was even established, or noticed, that there was life here." There had to be, Gary thought. If there wasn't then these drawings had to be more recent. He'd have to read into the history of it a little more when he had some free time at the library. There was no doubt that he didn't have the resources. That and, thanks to his interest in the caves he had had plenty of experience in finding out what was legit and what wasn't. Daniel seemed to want to close the topic, and that was okay by him. He was beginning to get a headache from looking at all of the pictures anyway. Gary stopped staring so intensely and leaned back, deciding to continue on with the conversation he had engaged in with this man. It was a little bizarre, but enjoyable none the less. It seemed as though the conversation on the pictures was going to pick up again, however. Which wasn't a bad thing, and it was a decent enough sort of thing for the two of them to talk about. It wasn't like there weren't other interesting things in the cave but the paintings seemed to be the most obvious. Gary was fine with talking about them, he was interested in them, after all. He could, and had, managed to talk about the drawings in Origin cave for many many hours. A lot of it was written down in blogs and the like. It was nice because he met a lot of other people that were interested in the same sort of subject. He loved the internet for that, he didn't have to go hunting for people that might have enjoyed the same things he did. He nodded his head in response to the blonde man. "Yes, seriously. It's so different to every other language, because there haven't been any other recorded languages that have been written in colours and stuff." Gary explained. He was more than happy to talk to people about what went on in his head and the things he had learned. He didn't see the point in knowledge if he couldn't share it with people. Gary leaned forward, looking at the winter picture Daniel had pointed out. It seemed to make sense. "That does look likely. Depending on age cannibalism could have been a very real sort of threat that was going around. Especially in winter." Said Gary, finding somewhere to sit. There was a large polished looking boulder nearby that he decided to place his buns of steel upon. He crossed one leg over the other and stretched. He was going to continue talking, but not until he was comfortable. "There was also some interesting conversation about the colours not just relating to seasons and whatnot but also to the sprites and the various supernatural hanging around," he spoke smoothly. Surely if this person lived, or even was just on a visit into Honey Tree Town he would know about the sprites and whatnot. "The dark blues and dark browns and reds would be fire and water sprites. The greens and the light blues would be earth and air. There are a few drawings of people-animals, like the one you just pointed out that looks strikingly similar to a person in mid shape-shifting. The Tricksters I'm not so sure about, but illusions are hard to spot, after all." Said Gary, stroking his chin a little. He thought that the idea made sense, and he was hoping that Daniel would agree with him. Gary offered nothing but a polite smile as Daniel explained what he was doing in the cave. He nodded his head. "Yes, I am. I've lived in Honey Tree Town for a very long time, it's not too hard to miss the people just learning how to use their powers. How come you chose somewhere so secluded?" Asked the Air Sprite, curious to hear his reasoning. It was fair to say that he might have wanted somewhere quiet to tame his powers, and Gary had trampled all over that. Still, the cave wasn't owned by anyone and he was intending on staying and looking over the cave some more.[/style]

[daniel christopher johnson]

Daniel was glad that Gary hadn’t doubted him. It was hard not too. He had some pretty damn good ideas on the occasion. Not that most of his ideas weren’t good, but there was a limit. But how some people couldn’t figure some of this sort of stuff out themselves was a bit beyond him. Surely brighter minds than his had tried to do this like Gareth had said. Yet how come they hadn’t beeen able to decipher it? Daniel sighed and looked towards Gareth. “Certainly would seem like it. What with some of things here, it would take an idiot to say that there wasn’t.” Daniel mused, scratching as his cheek for a few seconds. There were certainly signs of life that were here before the town was built. The paintings and the cave were two and there were probably various other bits and pieces dotted around as well. It was starting to make his head hurt from thinking too much. This was one of the reasons he hated history so much. There was way too much information to be able to take in. Plus staring at a cave wall with bright coloured paintings wasn’t the best idea in the world either. “This wasn’t exactly how I imagined I’d spend my day.” He muttered to himself, running a hand through his hair.

While the man talked, Daniel couldn’t help but roll his eyes a little bit. “Yeah well, there are quite a few other languages that speak in pictures.” He knew that their technology had advanced since those days, but how anyone could understand what they meant now was a little bit weird in his opinion. Then again, he was being a little bit hypocritical. Seeing as he was able to understand one or two of the pictures. But these looked more like story type things rather than writings and stuff that others were written as. This was another thing that baffled him. How people could sit down and try to translate what all of it was. It seemed very boring, but for some reason, people enjoyed it. “How you’re able to talk about this stuff without getting bored amazes me.” Daniel said, a small smile toying at his lips, glancing round at the male. Some peoples minds baffled him. In fact, half the universe might as well do that.

“Yeesh. They certainly loved each other a load.” Daniel muttered, making a face. He was nodding along with all that Gary said. It made sense from what he’d heard about the town. “Couldn’t the Tricksters be a silvery kind of colour? I mean there’s some sort of silvery grey shadows dotted around here. Maybe that’s what they are? Unless you have a better idea?” Squinting at one of the paintings, Daniel vaguely made out the greyish shapes he was talking about. It was kind of hard to see, but he knew there was something there. That would leave out the Night-walkers. There didn’t seem to be too many of them about really. He started pacing along the wall, muttering to himself about trying to find one. They must be here somewhere. He’d heard about them being around in the present. Were they really rare back then? Or was it because they were able to blend into the shadows pretty easily that they had painted them on here to be difficult to find? “Aha! Here’s one. If my eyes don’t deceive me, I believe I’ve found a Nightwalker too.” Daniel said, pointing at a shape on the wall. If his eyes were correct, there was an arm and a leg sticking out from a painted on shadow.

Daniel raised his eyebrow in Gary’s direction. “I’ve practically learnt how to use my powers, I was just seeing how long they could last.” He explained, rolling his eyes. Over the past nine or so years, he’d been able to expand and learn on what he knew his powers could do. He had believed over the past two however, he’d managed to do all that he could. He’d tried several times to do something bigger than small donkey, but he’d never been able to. “It’s easier for me to not get distracted when there’s less people around. Which means I can concentrate on keeping myself in shape and it helps when I’m alone or with very little people around. Even if I can change into other people, the voice takes some getting used too and there’s a very small chance that people would know it was me when I talk. Due to the accent and all.” Daniel then added. Why did he had to talk so much about it? It seemed like a flood of information to take in.