Eight Gangsters To The Eight Warlords (on A Hiatus)

Mehi-hoh: The weirdest thing, part:2

"Whiro?" Mehi-hoh couldn't help but call out instinctively towards the familiar face she thought she would never see again.

Mehi-hoh knew Whiro's parents weren't strict on her social standards (The uptown or the downtown), as long as she brought back no trouble to her family. Their attitudes became even laxer if she returned with a 'feed.'

The only time Mehi-hoh had witnessed Whiro's family's strict side was when it came to following traditions, and her fluency in the many languages of the numerous islands in the pacific ocean.

As the question flowed past the inky, onyx black waterfall of hair covering her ears, she replied, "Sup, cousin' !" My face went blank. The slang she possessed was unusual. And the way Whiro spoke sometimes was difficult to understand. It took my full concentration to break and fix her words to understand her.

"Ah! Whiro, get off the floor! Have some face for your clan," I scolded. Hinenui scowled, not being too fond of the women's standards: keeping their appearance clean, beautiful, and perfect. She stood up and dusted the dirt off her pounamu-colored silk dress. Her wavy black hair parted, so one could see the silver earrings she wore, engraved with the beautiful inner shell of paua, swinging back and forth as she straightened her posture. Her outfit wasn't too bad, but to the passerby's, she probably looked a lot like a Mongolian in that genuinely real feather coat draped over her shoulders.

Mehi-hoh no longer held doubts now that she examined her appearance. It was the same thing she wore for the Re-signing of the Treaty night, so of course, she would have no doubts. She also doubted the technology here wasn't high, meaning there was no possibility this person could be a person in disguise. Besides, no one could mimic the way the people of the pacific talked, not one! This person is indeed Whiro.

While still dusting off the dust on herself, Whiro asked," Ah, where the hell are we?" Mehi-hoh replied heartily with a drop of misery in her voice: "No idea! This place is weird. I have been wandering, alone, for about an hour now. The information I've collected, based on my observations, is that this place is either a city, a kingdom, or an empire. The people here are peaceful. The language seems to be traditional Chinese mixed with some Mongolian."

Whiro gazed at the soil beneath her. The corner of her eyes narrowed like that of a vulture in the desert seeking prey. Her gaze was calculative, firm, and fresh. The air is clean, the waters beds and the drinking water is pure, the mana in the area is much different, and most certainly not weak," She paused and then continued, "We either traveled somehow to another world and are now stuck here for good, or we fucking traveled back in time." Her vulgar comment caused Mehi-hoh to cast her a distasteful look. Whiro uncaringly ignored this and put an extra boost in her step, proceeding to pass Mehi-hoh.

Time was quickly running its cycle, and we had been wandering about for approximately two whole hours. How could Mih-hah tell? Mih-hah was born and raised in Egypt. We read the sun's pattern of travel and the length of the shadows. By determinating the position of Ra (the Egyptian god of the sun and creation), and measuring an obscuration, one could give a near accurate guess of the time.

This place, surprisingly, reminded Mehi-hoh of Egypt. With its somewhat exotic heat, but there weren't any sand piles anywhere. This city had an oddly elegant and mysterious structure. The walls of every building and house were sturdy. The doors and paper windows using parchment, tight-fitting so there wasn't any dust, rain, sand that could pass through; relatively sturdy buildings. The wooden compactable store's presented different types of products: food, clothes, antiques, animals, weapons, toys, jewelry, etc. They were all close-fitting but somehow spacious and lively. It was even more so when there were hardly any people mingling on the streets. All this is true. The number of people on the road seemed to have increased by a tenth of the fraction of peoples previously aimlessly wandering the street two hours before. As we moved further outward, many towers made of wood and stone appeared. Most likely Pagoda's and restaurants because these towers were gorgeous and neat. Honestly, the plague boards hovering over the doorway gave it away, instantaneously.