Sae'sha was used to some level of odor. It just came with being around multiple species. But pirate captain or no, H'Naal had a more sensitive nose than she did and always kept in check. It was easy to keep clean on a ship with sonic showers in each person's quarters and food that was replicated and could even be recycled for use in later replicating if too much was made. So rot and decay weren't really a thing she was used to.
All of this to say, she may have been sleeping before she appeared in the graveyard, but the moment she ended up there was like a punch in the face and she woke abruptly, putting her hand over her face and bolting to her feet to get away from the ground and any debris on it as quickly as possible.
Now, usually Sae'sha cut a decently impressive figure, tall and well muscled with an aquiline nose and a default expression that didn't seem angry exactly, so much as like she was looking for a reason to be angry. Of course right now grime coated the back of her coat, and she didn't even want to think about her hair. In addition to that, she'd visibly failed to take care of herself lately. Her hair was around chin length and cut haphazardly, something done in a moment of anger that she'd refused to let Nissi clean up, and her clothes were just that much too loose on her even though they were clearly hers. Well, the leather trench coat in varying shades of brown was a hand me down. It may have been one shade, once, many years before she was born, but at the very least the person patching it had done so with focus on appearance and it looked like the colors had been added by design. She was about 20, though she might be taken for younger, of course as sharp as her features were that didn't happen as often as it did for some other Rihannsu.
"Oh potatoes what is going--" she growled then stopped short. "Potatoes?"
On one hand it distracted her from the smell, giving her nose some time to adjust. "Is my translator broken?" No that sounded right. "Okay, what in the forest..." The young woman screwed up her entire face. That was a very specific translator glitch. She sighed. H'Naal had warned her messing that with her translator so profanities wouldn't be translated and she could learn as many as possible might backfire. But Rren had been so potatoes ... sigh ... confidant.
Oh she was going to rub this in his face later while making him fix it properly this time. As soon as she found him that was. She looked around, completely blank. Maybe she needed to find herself first.
Her first impression after smell wasn't visual, her brain hadn't started even processing that yet no matter that she was making the effort. It was the quiet. This had the feel of a place without enough noise for the amount of buildings, though to be fair, she was used to a lot of activity and didn't much care for quiet. Then and only then did she start to take in the marker stones and the building in the center of the lot, all in varying states of decay.
Huh... she felt like she should know what this looked like, it nagged at the back of her head. Something she'd learned about in lessons from Rren maybe? Something one of the other cultures in the galaxy did? Had done? Maybe even other provinces? Ugh, Sae'sha had never been good at keeping the information from lessons and she discarded the thought before it gave her a headache.
At the very least she knew this wasn't a holodeck program, their ship holodeck was not This Good at smells (Thank the Elements for small favors, she'd never visit the holodeck again, no matter how much she enjoyed fight training with H'Naal or the others in the crew.)
In a way she was grateful she had ended up here, figuring out where this was and how the forest she'd gotten here... and what was going on with her translator all made very good, and very very infuriating distractions.
She gritted her teeth, bit back from 'swearing' again before she screamed in frustration, and headed for the building. She wasn't optimistic that it would smell any better inside, but maybe there would be some answers?
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Sae'sha - Star Trek (2387) - OC
Date: 4 Nov 2022 06:12 (UTC)Sae'sha was used to some level of odor. It just came with being around multiple species. But pirate captain or no, H'Naal had a more sensitive nose than she did and always kept in check. It was easy to keep clean on a ship with sonic showers in each person's quarters and food that was replicated and could even be recycled for use in later replicating if too much was made. So rot and decay weren't really a thing she was used to.
All of this to say, she may have been sleeping before she appeared in the graveyard, but the moment she ended up there was like a punch in the face and she woke abruptly, putting her hand over her face and bolting to her feet to get away from the ground and any debris on it as quickly as possible.
Now, usually Sae'sha cut a decently impressive figure, tall and well muscled with an aquiline nose and a default expression that didn't seem angry exactly, so much as like she was looking for a reason to be angry. Of course right now grime coated the back of her coat, and she didn't even want to think about her hair. In addition to that, she'd visibly failed to take care of herself lately. Her hair was around chin length and cut haphazardly, something done in a moment of anger that she'd refused to let Nissi clean up, and her clothes were just that much too loose on her even though they were clearly hers. Well, the leather trench coat in varying shades of brown was a hand me down. It may have been one shade, once, many years before she was born, but at the very least the person patching it had done so with focus on appearance and it looked like the colors had been added by design. She was about 20, though she might be taken for younger, of course as sharp as her features were that didn't happen as often as it did for some other Rihannsu.
"Oh potatoes what is going--" she growled then stopped short. "Potatoes?"
On one hand it distracted her from the smell, giving her nose some time to adjust. "Is my translator broken?" No that sounded right. "Okay, what in the forest..." The young woman screwed up her entire face. That was a very specific translator glitch. She sighed. H'Naal had warned her messing that with her translator so profanities wouldn't be translated and she could learn as many as possible might backfire. But Rren had been so potatoes ... sigh ... confidant.
Oh she was going to rub this in his face later while making him fix it properly this time. As soon as she found him that was. She looked around, completely blank. Maybe she needed to find herself first.
Her first impression after smell wasn't visual, her brain hadn't started even processing that yet no matter that she was making the effort. It was the quiet. This had the feel of a place without enough noise for the amount of buildings, though to be fair, she was used to a lot of activity and didn't much care for quiet. Then and only then did she start to take in the marker stones and the building in the center of the lot, all in varying states of decay.
Huh... she felt like she should know what this looked like, it nagged at the back of her head. Something she'd learned about in lessons from Rren maybe? Something one of the other cultures in the galaxy did? Had done? Maybe even other provinces? Ugh, Sae'sha had never been good at keeping the information from lessons and she discarded the thought before it gave her a headache.
At the very least she knew this wasn't a holodeck program, their ship holodeck was not This Good at smells (Thank the Elements for small favors, she'd never visit the holodeck again, no matter how much she enjoyed fight training with H'Naal or the others in the crew.)
In a way she was grateful she had ended up here, figuring out where this was and how the forest she'd gotten here... and what was going on with her translator all made very good, and very very infuriating distractions.
She gritted her teeth, bit back from 'swearing' again before she screamed in frustration, and headed for the building. She wasn't optimistic that it would smell any better inside, but maybe there would be some answers?