By the time Nier had managed to attempt seducing every woman who crossed his path he realized that time had flown by. Well I guess I can head to the hotel now. A new day does brings new chances, and I’d like a bit of rest at least.
The swirling hues of the rising sun colliding against the sharp fangs of the shadows of night, a magnificent blue that reminded him of the peace he so longed for in his hollow life.
As he walked multiple thoughts pierced his mind. He couldn’t slack off forever, although if anyone did manage to find the book before him he’d most likely hunt them down and steal it. Conflict was never a thing he enjoyed, much rather preferring to stick to stealth and subterfuge, but if push came to shove he wouldn’t have a choice. Hiding from other claimants was already difficult enough, but fighting people who he himself saw as companions who share the same title was never really appealing to him. Instead of fretting over the details of possible combat he put his focus onto his surroundings; at least he could learn new escape routes he had missed before.
Upon arriving at the hotel he simply made his way directly to his room. No point in looking for any commotion, I’m far too tired to converse anyway. I’ll just fill in Nammay on my progress and get some rest.
Once inside he closed the door carefully and placed his hand over the lock. With a swift movement of the fingers he melded the mechanism together completely, forcing the lock to stay in place until he saw fit to change it. Before anything a shower was also necessary, washing away the filth of the day was a daily part of his schedule. He moved into a comfortable spot afterwards and kneeled on the floor, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. “My Lord Nammay, I’ve come to giv-“
He paused when he opened his eyes, realizing that he was still in his room. “What the hell is this... maybe I wasn’t focused enough?”
He closed his eyes again and prostrated himself, believing that maybe Nammay was upset with his behavior up until that point. “My Lord, I apologize, but I must speak with you," he said; waiting a short moment before opening his eyes and coming to the same realization as before. By now it was simply panic, worry, high levels of anxiety building within him. What’s going on here? Why can’t I get to Nammay? Has someone else done something, or have I done something to provoke his ire? No, he’s never locked me out like this before... or am I even locked out... maybe someone’s done something dire to Nammay!
His eyebrows furrowed, his teeth grinding into a snarl as his agitation grew. Clear and unadulterated anger swelled up in his chest; the entire look of him seemed unnatural and out of place for a person of his character. It was like the scene of a physical pot of water steps away from boiling over and yet just before he moved to action the sound of shattering glass rang in his ears. A moment passed before he even managed to register it, a casual peace washing over him with a deep breath and with that air came a hint of... wait, what? I don’t ever remember getting anything like that...
with a quick turn he now noticed an unexpected visitor, which explained the scent in the air. However while she was busy apologizing Nier was busy gliding into action!
His movements were so fluid you’d think he could become pure liquid at any moment; his eyes shining like exotic gems, his hair glowing like reflective steel. Every action was timed, every word thought out with perfect precision. With this... failure wasn’t possibly an option. His very life was on the line here and he wouldn’t waste an opportunity to strike! “What dream is this that I’ve fallen into? A woman as beautiful as yourself falling from the sky like a soft summer rain washing away all my inhibitions. Vivi was it? What a wonderful name, complementing such eyes that can pull the hearts from man!”
He slid down onto one knee, a hand outstretched to help her onto her feet. “Allow me to introduce myself. I am Nier Mucmoi, the man destined to be your husband if you would have me. Please, Would you join me? I was just about to go to bed; having a woman of your stature lay by my side would increase the comfort for both of us by at least a thousand fold, my love.”
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kaiju
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· May 8, 2021
By the time Nier had managed to attempt seducing every woman who crossed his path he realized that time had flown by. Well I guess I can head to the hotel now. A new day does brings new chances, and I’d like a bit of rest at least.
The swirling hues of the rising sun colliding against the sharp fangs of the shadows of night, a magnificent blue that reminded him of the peace he so longed for in his hollow life.
As he walked multiple thoughts pierced his mind. He couldn’t slack off forever, although if anyone did manage to find the book before him he’d most likely hunt them down and steal it. Conflict was never a thing he enjoyed, much rather preferring to stick to stealth and subterfuge, but if push came to shove he wouldn’t have a choice. Hiding from other claimants was already difficult enough, but fighting people who he himself saw as companions who share the same title was never really appealing to him. Instead of fretting over the details of possible combat he put his focus onto his surroundings; at least he could learn new escape routes he had missed before.
Upon arriving at the hotel he simply made his way directly to his room. No point in looking for any commotion, I’m far too tired to converse anyway. I’ll just fill in Nammay on my progress and get some rest.
Once inside he closed the door carefully and placed his hand over the lock. With a swift movement of the fingers he melded the mechanism together completely, forcing the lock to stay in place until he saw fit to change it. Before anything a shower was also necessary, washing away the filth of the day was a daily part of his schedule. He moved into a comfortable spot afterwards and kneeled on the floor, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. “My Lord Nammay, I’ve come to giv-“
He paused when he opened his eyes, realizing that he was still in his room. “What the hell is this... maybe I wasn’t focused enough?”
He closed his eyes again and prostrated himself, believing that maybe Nammay was upset with his behavior up until that point. “My Lord, I apologize, but I must speak with you," he said; waiting a short moment before opening his eyes and coming to the same realization as before. By now it was simply panic, worry, high levels of anxiety building within him. What’s going on here? Why can’t I get to Nammay? Has someone else done something, or have I done something to provoke his ire? No, he’s never locked me out like this before... or am I even locked out... maybe someone’s done something dire to Nammay!
His eyebrows furrowed, his teeth grinding into a snarl as his agitation grew. Clear and unadulterated anger swelled up in his chest; the entire look of him seemed unnatural and out of place for a person of his character. It was like the scene of a physical pot of water steps away from boiling over and yet just before he moved to action the sound of shattering glass rang in his ears. A moment passed before he even managed to register it, a casual peace washing over him with a deep breath and with that air came a hint of... wait, what? I don’t ever remember getting anything like that...
with a quick turn he now noticed an unexpected visitor, which explained the scent in the air. However while she was busy apologizing Nier was busy gliding into action!
His movements were so fluid you’d think he could become pure liquid at any moment; his eyes shining like exotic gems, his hair glowing like reflective steel. Every action was timed, every word thought out with perfect precision. With this... failure wasn’t possibly an option. His very life was on the line here and he wouldn’t waste an opportunity to strike! “What dream is this that I’ve fallen into? A woman as beautiful as yourself falling from the sky like a soft summer rain washing away all my inhibitions. Vivi was it? What a wonderful name, complementing such eyes that can pull the hearts from man!”
He slid down onto one knee, a hand outstretched to help her onto her feet. “Allow me to introduce myself. I am Nier Mucmoi, the man destined to be your husband if you would have me. Please, Would you join me? I was just about to go to bed; having a woman of your stature lay by my side would increase the comfort for both of us by at least a thousand fold, my love.”
The swirling hues of the rising sun colliding against the sharp fangs of the shadows of night, a magnificent blue that reminded him of the peace he so longed for in his hollow life.
As he walked multiple thoughts pierced his mind. He couldn’t slack off forever, although if anyone did manage to find the book before him he’d most likely hunt them down and steal it. Conflict was never a thing he enjoyed, much rather preferring to stick to stealth and subterfuge, but if push came to shove he wouldn’t have a choice. Hiding from other claimants was already difficult enough, but fighting people who he himself saw as companions who share the same title was never really appealing to him. Instead of fretting over the details of possible combat he put his focus onto his surroundings; at least he could learn new escape routes he had missed before.
Upon arriving at the hotel he simply made his way directly to his room. No point in looking for any commotion, I’m far too tired to converse anyway. I’ll just fill in Nammay on my progress and get some rest.
Once inside he closed the door carefully and placed his hand over the lock. With a swift movement of the fingers he melded the mechanism together completely, forcing the lock to stay in place until he saw fit to change it. Before anything a shower was also necessary, washing away the filth of the day was a daily part of his schedule. He moved into a comfortable spot afterwards and kneeled on the floor, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. “My Lord Nammay, I’ve come to giv-“
He paused when he opened his eyes, realizing that he was still in his room. “What the hell is this... maybe I wasn’t focused enough?”
He closed his eyes again and prostrated himself, believing that maybe Nammay was upset with his behavior up until that point. “My Lord, I apologize, but I must speak with you," he said; waiting a short moment before opening his eyes and coming to the same realization as before. By now it was simply panic, worry, high levels of anxiety building within him. What’s going on here? Why can’t I get to Nammay? Has someone else done something, or have I done something to provoke his ire? No, he’s never locked me out like this before... or am I even locked out... maybe someone’s done something dire to Nammay!
His eyebrows furrowed, his teeth grinding into a snarl as his agitation grew. Clear and unadulterated anger swelled up in his chest; the entire look of him seemed unnatural and out of place for a person of his character. It was like the scene of a physical pot of water steps away from boiling over and yet just before he moved to action the sound of shattering glass rang in his ears. A moment passed before he even managed to register it, a casual peace washing over him with a deep breath and with that air came a hint of... wait, what? I don’t ever remember getting anything like that...
with a quick turn he now noticed an unexpected visitor, which explained the scent in the air. However while she was busy apologizing Nier was busy gliding into action!
His movements were so fluid you’d think he could become pure liquid at any moment; his eyes shining like exotic gems, his hair glowing like reflective steel. Every action was timed, every word thought out with perfect precision. With this... failure wasn’t possibly an option. His very life was on the line here and he wouldn’t waste an opportunity to strike! “What dream is this that I’ve fallen into? A woman as beautiful as yourself falling from the sky like a soft summer rain washing away all my inhibitions. Vivi was it? What a wonderful name, complementing such eyes that can pull the hearts from man!”
He slid down onto one knee, a hand outstretched to help her onto her feet. “Allow me to introduce myself. I am Nier Mucmoi, the man destined to be your husband if you would have me. Please, Would you join me? I was just about to go to bed; having a woman of your stature lay by my side would increase the comfort for both of us by at least a thousand fold, my love.”
kaiju
played by kaiju
· May 8, 2021
By the time Nier had managed to attempt seducing every woman who crossed his path he realized that time had flown by. Well I guess I can head to the hotel now. A new day does brings new chances, and I’d like a bit of rest at least.
The swirling hues of the rising sun colliding against the sharp fangs of the shadows of night, a magnificent blue that reminded him of the peace he so longed for in his hollow life.
As he walked multiple thoughts pierced his mind. He couldn’t slack off forever, although if anyone did manage to find the book before him he’d most likely hunt them down and steal it. Conflict was never a thing he enjoyed, much rather preferring to stick to stealth and subterfuge, but if push came to shove he wouldn’t have a choice. Hiding from other claimants was already difficult enough, but fighting people who he himself saw as companions who share the same title was never really appealing to him. Instead of fretting over the details of possible combat he put his focus onto his surroundings; at least he could learn new escape routes he had missed before.
Upon arriving at the hotel he simply made his way directly to his room. No point in looking for any commotion, I’m far too tired to converse anyway. I’ll just fill in Nammay on my progress and get some rest.
Once inside he closed the door carefully and placed his hand over the lock. With a swift movement of the fingers he melded the mechanism together completely, forcing the lock to stay in place until he saw fit to change it. Before anything a shower was also necessary, washing away the filth of the day was a daily part of his schedule. He moved into a comfortable spot afterwards and kneeled on the floor, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. “My Lord Nammay, I’ve come to giv-“
He paused when he opened his eyes, realizing that he was still in his room. “What the hell is this... maybe I wasn’t focused enough?”
He closed his eyes again and prostrated himself, believing that maybe Nammay was upset with his behavior up until that point. “My Lord, I apologize, but I must speak with you," he said; waiting a short moment before opening his eyes and coming to the same realization as before. By now it was simply panic, worry, high levels of anxiety building within him. What’s going on here? Why can’t I get to Nammay? Has someone else done something, or have I done something to provoke his ire? No, he’s never locked me out like this before... or am I even locked out... maybe someone’s done something dire to Nammay!
His eyebrows furrowed, his teeth grinding into a snarl as his agitation grew. Clear and unadulterated anger swelled up in his chest; the entire look of him seemed unnatural and out of place for a person of his character. It was like the scene of a physical pot of water steps away from boiling over and yet just before he moved to action the sound of shattering glass rang in his ears. A moment passed before he even managed to register it, a casual peace washing over him with a deep breath and with that air came a hint of... wait, what? I don’t ever remember getting anything like that...
with a quick turn he now noticed an unexpected visitor, which explained the scent in the air. However while she was busy apologizing Nier was busy gliding into action!
His movements were so fluid you’d think he could become pure liquid at any moment; his eyes shining like exotic gems, his hair glowing like reflective steel. Every action was timed, every word thought out with perfect precision. With this... failure wasn’t possibly an option. His very life was on the line here and he wouldn’t waste an opportunity to strike! “What dream is this that I’ve fallen into? A woman as beautiful as yourself falling from the sky like a soft summer rain washing away all my inhibitions. Vivi was it? What a wonderful name, complementing such eyes that can pull the hearts from man!”
He slid down onto one knee, a hand outstretched to help her onto her feet. “Allow me to introduce myself. I am Nier Mucmoi, the man destined to be your husband if you would have me. Please, Would you join me? I was just about to go to bed; having a woman of your stature lay by my side would increase the comfort for both of us by at least a thousand fold, my love.”
The swirling hues of the rising sun colliding against the sharp fangs of the shadows of night, a magnificent blue that reminded him of the peace he so longed for in his hollow life.
As he walked multiple thoughts pierced his mind. He couldn’t slack off forever, although if anyone did manage to find the book before him he’d most likely hunt them down and steal it. Conflict was never a thing he enjoyed, much rather preferring to stick to stealth and subterfuge, but if push came to shove he wouldn’t have a choice. Hiding from other claimants was already difficult enough, but fighting people who he himself saw as companions who share the same title was never really appealing to him. Instead of fretting over the details of possible combat he put his focus onto his surroundings; at least he could learn new escape routes he had missed before.
Upon arriving at the hotel he simply made his way directly to his room. No point in looking for any commotion, I’m far too tired to converse anyway. I’ll just fill in Nammay on my progress and get some rest.
Once inside he closed the door carefully and placed his hand over the lock. With a swift movement of the fingers he melded the mechanism together completely, forcing the lock to stay in place until he saw fit to change it. Before anything a shower was also necessary, washing away the filth of the day was a daily part of his schedule. He moved into a comfortable spot afterwards and kneeled on the floor, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. “My Lord Nammay, I’ve come to giv-“
He paused when he opened his eyes, realizing that he was still in his room. “What the hell is this... maybe I wasn’t focused enough?”
He closed his eyes again and prostrated himself, believing that maybe Nammay was upset with his behavior up until that point. “My Lord, I apologize, but I must speak with you," he said; waiting a short moment before opening his eyes and coming to the same realization as before. By now it was simply panic, worry, high levels of anxiety building within him. What’s going on here? Why can’t I get to Nammay? Has someone else done something, or have I done something to provoke his ire? No, he’s never locked me out like this before... or am I even locked out... maybe someone’s done something dire to Nammay!
His eyebrows furrowed, his teeth grinding into a snarl as his agitation grew. Clear and unadulterated anger swelled up in his chest; the entire look of him seemed unnatural and out of place for a person of his character. It was like the scene of a physical pot of water steps away from boiling over and yet just before he moved to action the sound of shattering glass rang in his ears. A moment passed before he even managed to register it, a casual peace washing over him with a deep breath and with that air came a hint of... wait, what? I don’t ever remember getting anything like that...
with a quick turn he now noticed an unexpected visitor, which explained the scent in the air. However while she was busy apologizing Nier was busy gliding into action!
His movements were so fluid you’d think he could become pure liquid at any moment; his eyes shining like exotic gems, his hair glowing like reflective steel. Every action was timed, every word thought out with perfect precision. With this... failure wasn’t possibly an option. His very life was on the line here and he wouldn’t waste an opportunity to strike! “What dream is this that I’ve fallen into? A woman as beautiful as yourself falling from the sky like a soft summer rain washing away all my inhibitions. Vivi was it? What a wonderful name, complementing such eyes that can pull the hearts from man!”
He slid down onto one knee, a hand outstretched to help her onto her feet. “Allow me to introduce myself. I am Nier Mucmoi, the man destined to be your husband if you would have me. Please, Would you join me? I was just about to go to bed; having a woman of your stature lay by my side would increase the comfort for both of us by at least a thousand fold, my love.”
kaiju
played by kaiju
· May 8, 2021
By the time Nier had managed to attempt seducing every woman who crossed his path he realized that time had flown by. Well I guess I can head to the hotel now. A new day does brings new chances, and I’d like a bit of rest at least.
The swirling hues of the rising sun colliding against the sharp fangs of the shadows of night, a magnificent blue that reminded him of the peace he so longed for in his hollow life.
As he walked multiple thoughts pierced his mind. He couldn’t slack off forever, although if anyone did manage to find the book before him he’d most likely hunt them down and steal it. Conflict was never a thing he enjoyed, much rather preferring to stick to stealth and subterfuge, but if push came to shove he wouldn’t have a choice. Hiding from other claimants was already difficult enough, but fighting people who he himself saw as companions who share the same title was never really appealing to him. Instead of fretting over the details of possible combat he put his focus onto his surroundings; at least he could learn new escape routes he had missed before.
Upon arriving at the hotel he simply made his way directly to his room. No point in looking for any commotion, I’m far too tired to converse anyway. I’ll just fill in Nammay on my progress and get some rest.
Once inside he closed the door carefully and placed his hand over the lock. With a swift movement of the fingers he melded the mechanism together completely, forcing the lock to stay in place until he saw fit to change it. Before anything a shower was also necessary, washing away the filth of the day was a daily part of his schedule. He moved into a comfortable spot afterwards and kneeled on the floor, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. “My Lord Nammay, I’ve come to giv-“
He paused when he opened his eyes, realizing that he was still in his room. “What the hell is this... maybe I wasn’t focused enough?”
He closed his eyes again and prostrated himself, believing that maybe Nammay was upset with his behavior up until that point. “My Lord, I apologize, but I must speak with you," he said; waiting a short moment before opening his eyes and coming to the same realization as before. By now it was simply panic, worry, high levels of anxiety building within him. What’s going on here? Why can’t I get to Nammay? Has someone else done something, or have I done something to provoke his ire? No, he’s never locked me out like this before... or am I even locked out... maybe someone’s done something dire to Nammay!
His eyebrows furrowed, his teeth grinding into a snarl as his agitation grew. Clear and unadulterated anger swelled up in his chest; the entire look of him seemed unnatural and out of place for a person of his character. It was like the scene of a physical pot of water steps away from boiling over and yet just before he moved to action the sound of shattering glass rang in his ears. A moment passed before he even managed to register it, a casual peace washing over him with a deep breath and with that air came a hint of... wait, what? I don’t ever remember getting anything like that...
with a quick turn he now noticed an unexpected visitor, which explained the scent in the air. However while she was busy apologizing Nier was busy gliding into action!
His movements were so fluid you’d think he could become pure liquid at any moment; his eyes shining like exotic gems, his hair glowing like reflective steel. Every action was timed, every word thought out with perfect precision. With this... failure wasn’t possibly an option. His very life was on the line here and he wouldn’t waste an opportunity to strike! “What dream is this that I’ve fallen into? A woman as beautiful as yourself falling from the sky like a soft summer rain washing away all my inhibitions. Vivi was it? What a wonderful name, complementing such eyes that can pull the hearts from man!”
He slid down onto one knee, a hand outstretched to help her onto her feet. “Allow me to introduce myself. I am Nier Mucmoi, the man destined to be your husband if you would have me. Please, Would you join me? I was just about to go to bed; having a woman of your stature lay by my side would increase the comfort for both of us by at least a thousand fold, my love.”
The swirling hues of the rising sun colliding against the sharp fangs of the shadows of night, a magnificent blue that reminded him of the peace he so longed for in his hollow life.
As he walked multiple thoughts pierced his mind. He couldn’t slack off forever, although if anyone did manage to find the book before him he’d most likely hunt them down and steal it. Conflict was never a thing he enjoyed, much rather preferring to stick to stealth and subterfuge, but if push came to shove he wouldn’t have a choice. Hiding from other claimants was already difficult enough, but fighting people who he himself saw as companions who share the same title was never really appealing to him. Instead of fretting over the details of possible combat he put his focus onto his surroundings; at least he could learn new escape routes he had missed before.
Upon arriving at the hotel he simply made his way directly to his room. No point in looking for any commotion, I’m far too tired to converse anyway. I’ll just fill in Nammay on my progress and get some rest.
Once inside he closed the door carefully and placed his hand over the lock. With a swift movement of the fingers he melded the mechanism together completely, forcing the lock to stay in place until he saw fit to change it. Before anything a shower was also necessary, washing away the filth of the day was a daily part of his schedule. He moved into a comfortable spot afterwards and kneeled on the floor, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. “My Lord Nammay, I’ve come to giv-“
He paused when he opened his eyes, realizing that he was still in his room. “What the hell is this... maybe I wasn’t focused enough?”
He closed his eyes again and prostrated himself, believing that maybe Nammay was upset with his behavior up until that point. “My Lord, I apologize, but I must speak with you," he said; waiting a short moment before opening his eyes and coming to the same realization as before. By now it was simply panic, worry, high levels of anxiety building within him. What’s going on here? Why can’t I get to Nammay? Has someone else done something, or have I done something to provoke his ire? No, he’s never locked me out like this before... or am I even locked out... maybe someone’s done something dire to Nammay!
His eyebrows furrowed, his teeth grinding into a snarl as his agitation grew. Clear and unadulterated anger swelled up in his chest; the entire look of him seemed unnatural and out of place for a person of his character. It was like the scene of a physical pot of water steps away from boiling over and yet just before he moved to action the sound of shattering glass rang in his ears. A moment passed before he even managed to register it, a casual peace washing over him with a deep breath and with that air came a hint of... wait, what? I don’t ever remember getting anything like that...
with a quick turn he now noticed an unexpected visitor, which explained the scent in the air. However while she was busy apologizing Nier was busy gliding into action!
His movements were so fluid you’d think he could become pure liquid at any moment; his eyes shining like exotic gems, his hair glowing like reflective steel. Every action was timed, every word thought out with perfect precision. With this... failure wasn’t possibly an option. His very life was on the line here and he wouldn’t waste an opportunity to strike! “What dream is this that I’ve fallen into? A woman as beautiful as yourself falling from the sky like a soft summer rain washing away all my inhibitions. Vivi was it? What a wonderful name, complementing such eyes that can pull the hearts from man!”
He slid down onto one knee, a hand outstretched to help her onto her feet. “Allow me to introduce myself. I am Nier Mucmoi, the man destined to be your husband if you would have me. Please, Would you join me? I was just about to go to bed; having a woman of your stature lay by my side would increase the comfort for both of us by at least a thousand fold, my love.”
kaiju
played by kaiju
· May 8, 2021
It had been an issue getting Fife to stay in his cat carrier. Maybe she shouldn't have called it that within earshot, but he was already too big and plump to fit in boxes made for other mice. "Well maybe ye should not be stuffin yer gob so much?"
A series of squeaks piped up out of the carrier. "Eh?! Me' weight's not the problem 'ere!"
huffing as she walked up to the counter. "First flight to uh, . . "
checking a piece of paper she'd written it down on earlier. "Rome, please!"
The quizzical attendant looked her up and down, eyes lingering on the carrier at her side, then looking to the patchwork clothes this girl seemed to deem fitting for wearing in public. Gytha merely smiled her wide smile.
"Ble~ech!
" Gytha retched into the bag as the plane seemingly tossed her about uncontrollably, like a ragdoll in a rollercoaster. Not only had she never flown before, but the turbulence was something else entirely. Supposedly, this wasn't particularly bad turbulence, but given a chance to speak, Gytha would strongly disagree. She had long since shifted to the colors of her forest, a soft shade of green painted across her face as she heaved a non existent lunch into the now second bag provided her. Had she even eaten carrots? She could only hope that Fife was having a better time of it, but there was little she could focus on other than her current predicament. Two and a half hours of this?! How could people survive travelling the world like this?! The pilots were probably the true Claimants here if they could withstand this as their day job. No, scrap that, they were as powerful as the Ancients themselves. She held back another retch as the plane shifted violently up and down with a shudder, her stomach lurching every time it moved unexpectedly.
Gytha sobbed as she reunited with the carrier holding Fife, crumpling down on top of it with her backpack at her side. Passers by watched incredulously as this girl blubbered at her pet cat (?) in the customs line, whispering or giggling as they moved past. Surprisingly, Fife had considered it like an extended, if scary joy-ride. Perhaps travelling in her backpack or car these past few years had toughened him up to the constant jostling, and though Gytha felt a tinge of annoyance at how much easier he'd had it, she was just happy to be on solid, unmoving ground again. The customs agents barely spoke to her when she finally came up to them, a snotty disheveled mess. Some people were just bad flyers.
Gytha was glad for the reasonably cheap motel room, her wallet was in a rather sad state and she hadn't dared check her bank account since last week. Enough cash for a few days expenses maybe. There was probably still enough money in her account . . Right? She'd settled in to the small cubicle of a shower for nearly an hour now, running piping hot water over herself in an attempt to wash out the smell of vomit. She'd have to change outfits too. Luckily she'd brought a spare set, who knew you'd need so many outfits when traveling? Her mother had passed on the news of the Coliseum event, but she wasn't really sure what that was. A big roman building where people fought. Would she have to fight someone to get in? She drew her lips to a line as she considered. On her best day she couldn't fight her way out of a wet paper bag, but she could certainly run fast. Maybe she'd be the first to get there, and could still this textbook or whatever before anyone else got there? Now that was a bright idea!
Gytha panted as she ran through the streets, her small backpack rocking back and forth, bouncing around with each step as she scrambled through the crowds. How were there so many people here? What on earth did they all do in this place? And the way they spoke, a kind of rhythm to their words felt so, well, foreign. The world really was a big place. But she had to keep her eyes on the prize here, and no matter how delicious this Pasticiotti filled with cream was, she'd never be distracted by - she looked down realizing her mistake, already having been drawn in by the hawkers and vendors. No! She'd never be stopped by such simple trickery! The little shortcake muffin things were barely delicious enough to - She fled with all the will she could muster, bolstered by a fear for her wallet. It was some time before she made it to the coliseum, sweating and puffing. She'd managed to only buy a few more snacks and knick knacks. "Sa~afe."
she wheezed, walking towards what looked to be a gated entrance. This place was big, like, four houses tall big, but wider. She gulped as she thought about how much effort it would take to move all that rock. In her stupor, she idly walked up to the gate before a voice called out to her from the side. Something about not being allowed here? Was that right? Did the Roman Queen live here or something? It was pretty beaten up for a palace. She waved at the man then wandered away nodding, a devious smile across her lips. "Fife, I'll need yer help on this one!"
A loud high pitched scream filled the courtyard as the near cat-sized mouse scrambled up to the man, followed by curses and shouts, shooing it away. It was too quick for the man, quickly running up his leg before leaping off and fleeing, the shocked security guard wiping himself down in a dance of the heebie-jeebies before walking towards where Fife had run off, cautiously peering around for the mouse. Gytha, the little sneak that she was, had used this precious time to jump the gate, landing with a thud and scurrying to cover. She was in. What now? There was a textbook or something in here Florita wanted. As she skulked slowly down the halls she eventually came to a strange set of ruins, covered in moss and framed with grassy paths. Is this where she needed to be? She jumped as something crawled up her leg, realizing only after a moment that it was Fife. She tried not to let on that he'd gotten her back now.
A series of squeaks piped up out of the carrier. "Eh?! Me' weight's not the problem 'ere!"
huffing as she walked up to the counter. "First flight to uh, . . "
checking a piece of paper she'd written it down on earlier. "Rome, please!"
The quizzical attendant looked her up and down, eyes lingering on the carrier at her side, then looking to the patchwork clothes this girl seemed to deem fitting for wearing in public. Gytha merely smiled her wide smile.
"Ble~ech!
" Gytha retched into the bag as the plane seemingly tossed her about uncontrollably, like a ragdoll in a rollercoaster. Not only had she never flown before, but the turbulence was something else entirely. Supposedly, this wasn't particularly bad turbulence, but given a chance to speak, Gytha would strongly disagree. She had long since shifted to the colors of her forest, a soft shade of green painted across her face as she heaved a non existent lunch into the now second bag provided her. Had she even eaten carrots? She could only hope that Fife was having a better time of it, but there was little she could focus on other than her current predicament. Two and a half hours of this?! How could people survive travelling the world like this?! The pilots were probably the true Claimants here if they could withstand this as their day job. No, scrap that, they were as powerful as the Ancients themselves. She held back another retch as the plane shifted violently up and down with a shudder, her stomach lurching every time it moved unexpectedly.
Gytha sobbed as she reunited with the carrier holding Fife, crumpling down on top of it with her backpack at her side. Passers by watched incredulously as this girl blubbered at her pet cat (?) in the customs line, whispering or giggling as they moved past. Surprisingly, Fife had considered it like an extended, if scary joy-ride. Perhaps travelling in her backpack or car these past few years had toughened him up to the constant jostling, and though Gytha felt a tinge of annoyance at how much easier he'd had it, she was just happy to be on solid, unmoving ground again. The customs agents barely spoke to her when she finally came up to them, a snotty disheveled mess. Some people were just bad flyers.
Gytha was glad for the reasonably cheap motel room, her wallet was in a rather sad state and she hadn't dared check her bank account since last week. Enough cash for a few days expenses maybe. There was probably still enough money in her account . . Right? She'd settled in to the small cubicle of a shower for nearly an hour now, running piping hot water over herself in an attempt to wash out the smell of vomit. She'd have to change outfits too. Luckily she'd brought a spare set, who knew you'd need so many outfits when traveling? Her mother had passed on the news of the Coliseum event, but she wasn't really sure what that was. A big roman building where people fought. Would she have to fight someone to get in? She drew her lips to a line as she considered. On her best day she couldn't fight her way out of a wet paper bag, but she could certainly run fast. Maybe she'd be the first to get there, and could still this textbook or whatever before anyone else got there? Now that was a bright idea!
Gytha panted as she ran through the streets, her small backpack rocking back and forth, bouncing around with each step as she scrambled through the crowds. How were there so many people here? What on earth did they all do in this place? And the way they spoke, a kind of rhythm to their words felt so, well, foreign. The world really was a big place. But she had to keep her eyes on the prize here, and no matter how delicious this Pasticiotti filled with cream was, she'd never be distracted by - she looked down realizing her mistake, already having been drawn in by the hawkers and vendors. No! She'd never be stopped by such simple trickery! The little shortcake muffin things were barely delicious enough to - She fled with all the will she could muster, bolstered by a fear for her wallet. It was some time before she made it to the coliseum, sweating and puffing. She'd managed to only buy a few more snacks and knick knacks. "Sa~afe."
she wheezed, walking towards what looked to be a gated entrance. This place was big, like, four houses tall big, but wider. She gulped as she thought about how much effort it would take to move all that rock. In her stupor, she idly walked up to the gate before a voice called out to her from the side. Something about not being allowed here? Was that right? Did the Roman Queen live here or something? It was pretty beaten up for a palace. She waved at the man then wandered away nodding, a devious smile across her lips. "Fife, I'll need yer help on this one!"
A loud high pitched scream filled the courtyard as the near cat-sized mouse scrambled up to the man, followed by curses and shouts, shooing it away. It was too quick for the man, quickly running up his leg before leaping off and fleeing, the shocked security guard wiping himself down in a dance of the heebie-jeebies before walking towards where Fife had run off, cautiously peering around for the mouse. Gytha, the little sneak that she was, had used this precious time to jump the gate, landing with a thud and scurrying to cover. She was in. What now? There was a textbook or something in here Florita wanted. As she skulked slowly down the halls she eventually came to a strange set of ruins, covered in moss and framed with grassy paths. Is this where she needed to be? She jumped as something crawled up her leg, realizing only after a moment that it was Fife. She tried not to let on that he'd gotten her back now.
kaiju
played by kaiju
· May 8, 2021
It had been an issue getting Fife to stay in his cat carrier. Maybe she shouldn't have called it that within earshot, but he was already too big and plump to fit in boxes made for other mice. "Well maybe ye should not be stuffin yer gob so much?"
A series of squeaks piped up out of the carrier. "Eh?! Me' weight's not the problem 'ere!"
huffing as she walked up to the counter. "First flight to uh, . . "
checking a piece of paper she'd written it down on earlier. "Rome, please!"
The quizzical attendant looked her up and down, eyes lingering on the carrier at her side, then looking to the patchwork clothes this girl seemed to deem fitting for wearing in public. Gytha merely smiled her wide smile.
"Ble~ech!
" Gytha retched into the bag as the plane seemingly tossed her about uncontrollably, like a ragdoll in a rollercoaster. Not only had she never flown before, but the turbulence was something else entirely. Supposedly, this wasn't particularly bad turbulence, but given a chance to speak, Gytha would strongly disagree. She had long since shifted to the colors of her forest, a soft shade of green painted across her face as she heaved a non existent lunch into the now second bag provided her. Had she even eaten carrots? She could only hope that Fife was having a better time of it, but there was little she could focus on other than her current predicament. Two and a half hours of this?! How could people survive travelling the world like this?! The pilots were probably the true Claimants here if they could withstand this as their day job. No, scrap that, they were as powerful as the Ancients themselves. She held back another retch as the plane shifted violently up and down with a shudder, her stomach lurching every time it moved unexpectedly.
Gytha sobbed as she reunited with the carrier holding Fife, crumpling down on top of it with her backpack at her side. Passers by watched incredulously as this girl blubbered at her pet cat (?) in the customs line, whispering or giggling as they moved past. Surprisingly, Fife had considered it like an extended, if scary joy-ride. Perhaps travelling in her backpack or car these past few years had toughened him up to the constant jostling, and though Gytha felt a tinge of annoyance at how much easier he'd had it, she was just happy to be on solid, unmoving ground again. The customs agents barely spoke to her when she finally came up to them, a snotty disheveled mess. Some people were just bad flyers.
Gytha was glad for the reasonably cheap motel room, her wallet was in a rather sad state and she hadn't dared check her bank account since last week. Enough cash for a few days expenses maybe. There was probably still enough money in her account . . Right? She'd settled in to the small cubicle of a shower for nearly an hour now, running piping hot water over herself in an attempt to wash out the smell of vomit. She'd have to change outfits too. Luckily she'd brought a spare set, who knew you'd need so many outfits when traveling? Her mother had passed on the news of the Coliseum event, but she wasn't really sure what that was. A big roman building where people fought. Would she have to fight someone to get in? She drew her lips to a line as she considered. On her best day she couldn't fight her way out of a wet paper bag, but she could certainly run fast. Maybe she'd be the first to get there, and could still this textbook or whatever before anyone else got there? Now that was a bright idea!
Gytha panted as she ran through the streets, her small backpack rocking back and forth, bouncing around with each step as she scrambled through the crowds. How were there so many people here? What on earth did they all do in this place? And the way they spoke, a kind of rhythm to their words felt so, well, foreign. The world really was a big place. But she had to keep her eyes on the prize here, and no matter how delicious this Pasticiotti filled with cream was, she'd never be distracted by - she looked down realizing her mistake, already having been drawn in by the hawkers and vendors. No! She'd never be stopped by such simple trickery! The little shortcake muffin things were barely delicious enough to - She fled with all the will she could muster, bolstered by a fear for her wallet. It was some time before she made it to the coliseum, sweating and puffing. She'd managed to only buy a few more snacks and knick knacks. "Sa~afe."
she wheezed, walking towards what looked to be a gated entrance. This place was big, like, four houses tall big, but wider. She gulped as she thought about how much effort it would take to move all that rock. In her stupor, she idly walked up to the gate before a voice called out to her from the side. Something about not being allowed here? Was that right? Did the Roman Queen live here or something? It was pretty beaten up for a palace. She waved at the man then wandered away nodding, a devious smile across her lips. "Fife, I'll need yer help on this one!"
A loud high pitched scream filled the courtyard as the near cat-sized mouse scrambled up to the man, followed by curses and shouts, shooing it away. It was too quick for the man, quickly running up his leg before leaping off and fleeing, the shocked security guard wiping himself down in a dance of the heebie-jeebies before walking towards where Fife had run off, cautiously peering around for the mouse. Gytha, the little sneak that she was, had used this precious time to jump the gate, landing with a thud and scurrying to cover. She was in. What now? There was a textbook or something in here Florita wanted. As she skulked slowly down the halls she eventually came to a strange set of ruins, covered in moss and framed with grassy paths. Is this where she needed to be? She jumped as something crawled up her leg, realizing only after a moment that it was Fife. She tried not to let on that he'd gotten her back now.
A series of squeaks piped up out of the carrier. "Eh?! Me' weight's not the problem 'ere!"
huffing as she walked up to the counter. "First flight to uh, . . "
checking a piece of paper she'd written it down on earlier. "Rome, please!"
The quizzical attendant looked her up and down, eyes lingering on the carrier at her side, then looking to the patchwork clothes this girl seemed to deem fitting for wearing in public. Gytha merely smiled her wide smile.
"Ble~ech!
" Gytha retched into the bag as the plane seemingly tossed her about uncontrollably, like a ragdoll in a rollercoaster. Not only had she never flown before, but the turbulence was something else entirely. Supposedly, this wasn't particularly bad turbulence, but given a chance to speak, Gytha would strongly disagree. She had long since shifted to the colors of her forest, a soft shade of green painted across her face as she heaved a non existent lunch into the now second bag provided her. Had she even eaten carrots? She could only hope that Fife was having a better time of it, but there was little she could focus on other than her current predicament. Two and a half hours of this?! How could people survive travelling the world like this?! The pilots were probably the true Claimants here if they could withstand this as their day job. No, scrap that, they were as powerful as the Ancients themselves. She held back another retch as the plane shifted violently up and down with a shudder, her stomach lurching every time it moved unexpectedly.
Gytha sobbed as she reunited with the carrier holding Fife, crumpling down on top of it with her backpack at her side. Passers by watched incredulously as this girl blubbered at her pet cat (?) in the customs line, whispering or giggling as they moved past. Surprisingly, Fife had considered it like an extended, if scary joy-ride. Perhaps travelling in her backpack or car these past few years had toughened him up to the constant jostling, and though Gytha felt a tinge of annoyance at how much easier he'd had it, she was just happy to be on solid, unmoving ground again. The customs agents barely spoke to her when she finally came up to them, a snotty disheveled mess. Some people were just bad flyers.
Gytha was glad for the reasonably cheap motel room, her wallet was in a rather sad state and she hadn't dared check her bank account since last week. Enough cash for a few days expenses maybe. There was probably still enough money in her account . . Right? She'd settled in to the small cubicle of a shower for nearly an hour now, running piping hot water over herself in an attempt to wash out the smell of vomit. She'd have to change outfits too. Luckily she'd brought a spare set, who knew you'd need so many outfits when traveling? Her mother had passed on the news of the Coliseum event, but she wasn't really sure what that was. A big roman building where people fought. Would she have to fight someone to get in? She drew her lips to a line as she considered. On her best day she couldn't fight her way out of a wet paper bag, but she could certainly run fast. Maybe she'd be the first to get there, and could still this textbook or whatever before anyone else got there? Now that was a bright idea!
Gytha panted as she ran through the streets, her small backpack rocking back and forth, bouncing around with each step as she scrambled through the crowds. How were there so many people here? What on earth did they all do in this place? And the way they spoke, a kind of rhythm to their words felt so, well, foreign. The world really was a big place. But she had to keep her eyes on the prize here, and no matter how delicious this Pasticiotti filled with cream was, she'd never be distracted by - she looked down realizing her mistake, already having been drawn in by the hawkers and vendors. No! She'd never be stopped by such simple trickery! The little shortcake muffin things were barely delicious enough to - She fled with all the will she could muster, bolstered by a fear for her wallet. It was some time before she made it to the coliseum, sweating and puffing. She'd managed to only buy a few more snacks and knick knacks. "Sa~afe."
she wheezed, walking towards what looked to be a gated entrance. This place was big, like, four houses tall big, but wider. She gulped as she thought about how much effort it would take to move all that rock. In her stupor, she idly walked up to the gate before a voice called out to her from the side. Something about not being allowed here? Was that right? Did the Roman Queen live here or something? It was pretty beaten up for a palace. She waved at the man then wandered away nodding, a devious smile across her lips. "Fife, I'll need yer help on this one!"
A loud high pitched scream filled the courtyard as the near cat-sized mouse scrambled up to the man, followed by curses and shouts, shooing it away. It was too quick for the man, quickly running up his leg before leaping off and fleeing, the shocked security guard wiping himself down in a dance of the heebie-jeebies before walking towards where Fife had run off, cautiously peering around for the mouse. Gytha, the little sneak that she was, had used this precious time to jump the gate, landing with a thud and scurrying to cover. She was in. What now? There was a textbook or something in here Florita wanted. As she skulked slowly down the halls she eventually came to a strange set of ruins, covered in moss and framed with grassy paths. Is this where she needed to be? She jumped as something crawled up her leg, realizing only after a moment that it was Fife. She tried not to let on that he'd gotten her back now.
kaiju
played by kaiju
· May 8, 2021
It had been an issue getting Fife to stay in his cat carrier. Maybe she shouldn't have called it that within earshot, but he was already too big and plump to fit in boxes made for other mice. "Well maybe ye should not be stuffin yer gob so much?"
A series of squeaks piped up out of the carrier. "Eh?! Me' weight's not the problem 'ere!"
huffing as she walked up to the counter. "First flight to uh, . . "
checking a piece of paper she'd written it down on earlier. "Rome, please!"
The quizzical attendant looked her up and down, eyes lingering on the carrier at her side, then looking to the patchwork clothes this girl seemed to deem fitting for wearing in public. Gytha merely smiled her wide smile.
"Ble~ech!
" Gytha retched into the bag as the plane seemingly tossed her about uncontrollably, like a ragdoll in a rollercoaster. Not only had she never flown before, but the turbulence was something else entirely. Supposedly, this wasn't particularly bad turbulence, but given a chance to speak, Gytha would strongly disagree. She had long since shifted to the colors of her forest, a soft shade of green painted across her face as she heaved a non existent lunch into the now second bag provided her. Had she even eaten carrots? She could only hope that Fife was having a better time of it, but there was little she could focus on other than her current predicament. Two and a half hours of this?! How could people survive travelling the world like this?! The pilots were probably the true Claimants here if they could withstand this as their day job. No, scrap that, they were as powerful as the Ancients themselves. She held back another retch as the plane shifted violently up and down with a shudder, her stomach lurching every time it moved unexpectedly.
Gytha sobbed as she reunited with the carrier holding Fife, crumpling down on top of it with her backpack at her side. Passers by watched incredulously as this girl blubbered at her pet cat (?) in the customs line, whispering or giggling as they moved past. Surprisingly, Fife had considered it like an extended, if scary joy-ride. Perhaps travelling in her backpack or car these past few years had toughened him up to the constant jostling, and though Gytha felt a tinge of annoyance at how much easier he'd had it, she was just happy to be on solid, unmoving ground again. The customs agents barely spoke to her when she finally came up to them, a snotty disheveled mess. Some people were just bad flyers.
Gytha was glad for the reasonably cheap motel room, her wallet was in a rather sad state and she hadn't dared check her bank account since last week. Enough cash for a few days expenses maybe. There was probably still enough money in her account . . Right? She'd settled in to the small cubicle of a shower for nearly an hour now, running piping hot water over herself in an attempt to wash out the smell of vomit. She'd have to change outfits too. Luckily she'd brought a spare set, who knew you'd need so many outfits when traveling? Her mother had passed on the news of the Coliseum event, but she wasn't really sure what that was. A big roman building where people fought. Would she have to fight someone to get in? She drew her lips to a line as she considered. On her best day she couldn't fight her way out of a wet paper bag, but she could certainly run fast. Maybe she'd be the first to get there, and could still this textbook or whatever before anyone else got there? Now that was a bright idea!
Gytha panted as she ran through the streets, her small backpack rocking back and forth, bouncing around with each step as she scrambled through the crowds. How were there so many people here? What on earth did they all do in this place? And the way they spoke, a kind of rhythm to their words felt so, well, foreign. The world really was a big place. But she had to keep her eyes on the prize here, and no matter how delicious this Pasticiotti filled with cream was, she'd never be distracted by - she looked down realizing her mistake, already having been drawn in by the hawkers and vendors. No! She'd never be stopped by such simple trickery! The little shortcake muffin things were barely delicious enough to - She fled with all the will she could muster, bolstered by a fear for her wallet. It was some time before she made it to the coliseum, sweating and puffing. She'd managed to only buy a few more snacks and knick knacks. "Sa~afe."
she wheezed, walking towards what looked to be a gated entrance. This place was big, like, four houses tall big, but wider. She gulped as she thought about how much effort it would take to move all that rock. In her stupor, she idly walked up to the gate before a voice called out to her from the side. Something about not being allowed here? Was that right? Did the Roman Queen live here or something? It was pretty beaten up for a palace. She waved at the man then wandered away nodding, a devious smile across her lips. "Fife, I'll need yer help on this one!"
A loud high pitched scream filled the courtyard as the near cat-sized mouse scrambled up to the man, followed by curses and shouts, shooing it away. It was too quick for the man, quickly running up his leg before leaping off and fleeing, the shocked security guard wiping himself down in a dance of the heebie-jeebies before walking towards where Fife had run off, cautiously peering around for the mouse. Gytha, the little sneak that she was, had used this precious time to jump the gate, landing with a thud and scurrying to cover. She was in. What now? There was a textbook or something in here Florita wanted. As she skulked slowly down the halls she eventually came to a strange set of ruins, covered in moss and framed with grassy paths. Is this where she needed to be? She jumped as something crawled up her leg, realizing only after a moment that it was Fife. She tried not to let on that he'd gotten her back now.
A series of squeaks piped up out of the carrier. "Eh?! Me' weight's not the problem 'ere!"
huffing as she walked up to the counter. "First flight to uh, . . "
checking a piece of paper she'd written it down on earlier. "Rome, please!"
The quizzical attendant looked her up and down, eyes lingering on the carrier at her side, then looking to the patchwork clothes this girl seemed to deem fitting for wearing in public. Gytha merely smiled her wide smile.
"Ble~ech!
" Gytha retched into the bag as the plane seemingly tossed her about uncontrollably, like a ragdoll in a rollercoaster. Not only had she never flown before, but the turbulence was something else entirely. Supposedly, this wasn't particularly bad turbulence, but given a chance to speak, Gytha would strongly disagree. She had long since shifted to the colors of her forest, a soft shade of green painted across her face as she heaved a non existent lunch into the now second bag provided her. Had she even eaten carrots? She could only hope that Fife was having a better time of it, but there was little she could focus on other than her current predicament. Two and a half hours of this?! How could people survive travelling the world like this?! The pilots were probably the true Claimants here if they could withstand this as their day job. No, scrap that, they were as powerful as the Ancients themselves. She held back another retch as the plane shifted violently up and down with a shudder, her stomach lurching every time it moved unexpectedly.
Gytha sobbed as she reunited with the carrier holding Fife, crumpling down on top of it with her backpack at her side. Passers by watched incredulously as this girl blubbered at her pet cat (?) in the customs line, whispering or giggling as they moved past. Surprisingly, Fife had considered it like an extended, if scary joy-ride. Perhaps travelling in her backpack or car these past few years had toughened him up to the constant jostling, and though Gytha felt a tinge of annoyance at how much easier he'd had it, she was just happy to be on solid, unmoving ground again. The customs agents barely spoke to her when she finally came up to them, a snotty disheveled mess. Some people were just bad flyers.
Gytha was glad for the reasonably cheap motel room, her wallet was in a rather sad state and she hadn't dared check her bank account since last week. Enough cash for a few days expenses maybe. There was probably still enough money in her account . . Right? She'd settled in to the small cubicle of a shower for nearly an hour now, running piping hot water over herself in an attempt to wash out the smell of vomit. She'd have to change outfits too. Luckily she'd brought a spare set, who knew you'd need so many outfits when traveling? Her mother had passed on the news of the Coliseum event, but she wasn't really sure what that was. A big roman building where people fought. Would she have to fight someone to get in? She drew her lips to a line as she considered. On her best day she couldn't fight her way out of a wet paper bag, but she could certainly run fast. Maybe she'd be the first to get there, and could still this textbook or whatever before anyone else got there? Now that was a bright idea!
Gytha panted as she ran through the streets, her small backpack rocking back and forth, bouncing around with each step as she scrambled through the crowds. How were there so many people here? What on earth did they all do in this place? And the way they spoke, a kind of rhythm to their words felt so, well, foreign. The world really was a big place. But she had to keep her eyes on the prize here, and no matter how delicious this Pasticiotti filled with cream was, she'd never be distracted by - she looked down realizing her mistake, already having been drawn in by the hawkers and vendors. No! She'd never be stopped by such simple trickery! The little shortcake muffin things were barely delicious enough to - She fled with all the will she could muster, bolstered by a fear for her wallet. It was some time before she made it to the coliseum, sweating and puffing. She'd managed to only buy a few more snacks and knick knacks. "Sa~afe."
she wheezed, walking towards what looked to be a gated entrance. This place was big, like, four houses tall big, but wider. She gulped as she thought about how much effort it would take to move all that rock. In her stupor, she idly walked up to the gate before a voice called out to her from the side. Something about not being allowed here? Was that right? Did the Roman Queen live here or something? It was pretty beaten up for a palace. She waved at the man then wandered away nodding, a devious smile across her lips. "Fife, I'll need yer help on this one!"
A loud high pitched scream filled the courtyard as the near cat-sized mouse scrambled up to the man, followed by curses and shouts, shooing it away. It was too quick for the man, quickly running up his leg before leaping off and fleeing, the shocked security guard wiping himself down in a dance of the heebie-jeebies before walking towards where Fife had run off, cautiously peering around for the mouse. Gytha, the little sneak that she was, had used this precious time to jump the gate, landing with a thud and scurrying to cover. She was in. What now? There was a textbook or something in here Florita wanted. As she skulked slowly down the halls she eventually came to a strange set of ruins, covered in moss and framed with grassy paths. Is this where she needed to be? She jumped as something crawled up her leg, realizing only after a moment that it was Fife. She tried not to let on that he'd gotten her back now.
kaiju
played by kaiju
· May 8, 2021
It had been an issue getting Fife to stay in his cat carrier. Maybe she shouldn't have called it that within earshot, but he was already too big and plump to fit in boxes made for other mice. "Well maybe ye should not be stuffin yer gob so much?"
A series of squeaks piped up out of the carrier. "Eh?! Me' weight's not the problem 'ere!"
huffing as she walked up to the counter. "First flight to uh, . . "
checking a piece of paper she'd written it down on earlier. "Rome, please!"
The quizzical attendant looked her up and down, eyes lingering on the carrier at her side, then looking to the patchwork clothes this girl seemed to deem fitting for wearing in public. Gytha merely smiled her wide smile.
"Ble~ech!
" Gytha retched into the bag as the plane seemingly tossed her about uncontrollably, like a ragdoll in a rollercoaster. Not only had she never flown before, but the turbulence was something else entirely. Supposedly, this wasn't particularly bad turbulence, but given a chance to speak, Gytha would strongly disagree. She had long since shifted to the colors of her forest, a soft shade of green painted across her face as she heaved a non existent lunch into the now second bag provided her. Had she even eaten carrots? She could only hope that Fife was having a better time of it, but there was little she could focus on other than her current predicament. Two and a half hours of this?! How could people survive travelling the world like this?! The pilots were probably the true Claimants here if they could withstand this as their day job. No, scrap that, they were as powerful as the Ancients themselves. She held back another retch as the plane shifted violently up and down with a shudder, her stomach lurching every time it moved unexpectedly.
Gytha sobbed as she reunited with the carrier holding Fife, crumpling down on top of it with her backpack at her side. Passers by watched incredulously as this girl blubbered at her pet cat (?) in the customs line, whispering or giggling as they moved past. Surprisingly, Fife had considered it like an extended, if scary joy-ride. Perhaps travelling in her backpack or car these past few years had toughened him up to the constant jostling, and though Gytha felt a tinge of annoyance at how much easier he'd had it, she was just happy to be on solid, unmoving ground again. The customs agents barely spoke to her when she finally came up to them, a snotty disheveled mess. Some people were just bad flyers.
Gytha was glad for the reasonably cheap motel room, her wallet was in a rather sad state and she hadn't dared check her bank account since last week. Enough cash for a few days expenses maybe. There was probably still enough money in her account . . Right? She'd settled in to the small cubicle of a shower for nearly an hour now, running piping hot water over herself in an attempt to wash out the smell of vomit. She'd have to change outfits too. Luckily she'd brought a spare set, who knew you'd need so many outfits when traveling? Her mother had passed on the news of the Coliseum event, but she wasn't really sure what that was. A big roman building where people fought. Would she have to fight someone to get in? She drew her lips to a line as she considered. On her best day she couldn't fight her way out of a wet paper bag, but she could certainly run fast. Maybe she'd be the first to get there, and could still this textbook or whatever before anyone else got there? Now that was a bright idea!
Gytha panted as she ran through the streets, her small backpack rocking back and forth, bouncing around with each step as she scrambled through the crowds. How were there so many people here? What on earth did they all do in this place? And the way they spoke, a kind of rhythm to their words felt so, well, foreign. The world really was a big place. But she had to keep her eyes on the prize here, and no matter how delicious this Pasticiotti filled with cream was, she'd never be distracted by - she looked down realizing her mistake, already having been drawn in by the hawkers and vendors. No! She'd never be stopped by such simple trickery! The little shortcake muffin things were barely delicious enough to - She fled with all the will she could muster, bolstered by a fear for her wallet. It was some time before she made it to the coliseum, sweating and puffing. She'd managed to only buy a few more snacks and knick knacks. "Sa~afe."
she wheezed, walking towards what looked to be a gated entrance. This place was big, like, four houses tall big, but wider. She gulped as she thought about how much effort it would take to move all that rock. In her stupor, she idly walked up to the gate before a voice called out to her from the side. Something about not being allowed here? Was that right? Did the Roman Queen live here or something? It was pretty beaten up for a palace. She waved at the man then wandered away nodding, a devious smile across her lips. "Fife, I'll need yer help on this one!"
A loud high pitched scream filled the courtyard as the near cat-sized mouse scrambled up to the man, followed by curses and shouts, shooing it away. It was too quick for the man, quickly running up his leg before leaping off and fleeing, the shocked security guard wiping himself down in a dance of the heebie-jeebies before walking towards where Fife had run off, cautiously peering around for the mouse. Gytha, the little sneak that she was, had used this precious time to jump the gate, landing with a thud and scurrying to cover. She was in. What now? There was a textbook or something in here Florita wanted. As she skulked slowly down the halls she eventually came to a strange set of ruins, covered in moss and framed with grassy paths. Is this where she needed to be? She jumped as something crawled up her leg, realizing only after a moment that it was Fife. She tried not to let on that he'd gotten her back now.
A series of squeaks piped up out of the carrier. "Eh?! Me' weight's not the problem 'ere!"
huffing as she walked up to the counter. "First flight to uh, . . "
checking a piece of paper she'd written it down on earlier. "Rome, please!"
The quizzical attendant looked her up and down, eyes lingering on the carrier at her side, then looking to the patchwork clothes this girl seemed to deem fitting for wearing in public. Gytha merely smiled her wide smile.
"Ble~ech!
" Gytha retched into the bag as the plane seemingly tossed her about uncontrollably, like a ragdoll in a rollercoaster. Not only had she never flown before, but the turbulence was something else entirely. Supposedly, this wasn't particularly bad turbulence, but given a chance to speak, Gytha would strongly disagree. She had long since shifted to the colors of her forest, a soft shade of green painted across her face as she heaved a non existent lunch into the now second bag provided her. Had she even eaten carrots? She could only hope that Fife was having a better time of it, but there was little she could focus on other than her current predicament. Two and a half hours of this?! How could people survive travelling the world like this?! The pilots were probably the true Claimants here if they could withstand this as their day job. No, scrap that, they were as powerful as the Ancients themselves. She held back another retch as the plane shifted violently up and down with a shudder, her stomach lurching every time it moved unexpectedly.
Gytha sobbed as she reunited with the carrier holding Fife, crumpling down on top of it with her backpack at her side. Passers by watched incredulously as this girl blubbered at her pet cat (?) in the customs line, whispering or giggling as they moved past. Surprisingly, Fife had considered it like an extended, if scary joy-ride. Perhaps travelling in her backpack or car these past few years had toughened him up to the constant jostling, and though Gytha felt a tinge of annoyance at how much easier he'd had it, she was just happy to be on solid, unmoving ground again. The customs agents barely spoke to her when she finally came up to them, a snotty disheveled mess. Some people were just bad flyers.
Gytha was glad for the reasonably cheap motel room, her wallet was in a rather sad state and she hadn't dared check her bank account since last week. Enough cash for a few days expenses maybe. There was probably still enough money in her account . . Right? She'd settled in to the small cubicle of a shower for nearly an hour now, running piping hot water over herself in an attempt to wash out the smell of vomit. She'd have to change outfits too. Luckily she'd brought a spare set, who knew you'd need so many outfits when traveling? Her mother had passed on the news of the Coliseum event, but she wasn't really sure what that was. A big roman building where people fought. Would she have to fight someone to get in? She drew her lips to a line as she considered. On her best day she couldn't fight her way out of a wet paper bag, but she could certainly run fast. Maybe she'd be the first to get there, and could still this textbook or whatever before anyone else got there? Now that was a bright idea!
Gytha panted as she ran through the streets, her small backpack rocking back and forth, bouncing around with each step as she scrambled through the crowds. How were there so many people here? What on earth did they all do in this place? And the way they spoke, a kind of rhythm to their words felt so, well, foreign. The world really was a big place. But she had to keep her eyes on the prize here, and no matter how delicious this Pasticiotti filled with cream was, she'd never be distracted by - she looked down realizing her mistake, already having been drawn in by the hawkers and vendors. No! She'd never be stopped by such simple trickery! The little shortcake muffin things were barely delicious enough to - She fled with all the will she could muster, bolstered by a fear for her wallet. It was some time before she made it to the coliseum, sweating and puffing. She'd managed to only buy a few more snacks and knick knacks. "Sa~afe."
she wheezed, walking towards what looked to be a gated entrance. This place was big, like, four houses tall big, but wider. She gulped as she thought about how much effort it would take to move all that rock. In her stupor, she idly walked up to the gate before a voice called out to her from the side. Something about not being allowed here? Was that right? Did the Roman Queen live here or something? It was pretty beaten up for a palace. She waved at the man then wandered away nodding, a devious smile across her lips. "Fife, I'll need yer help on this one!"
A loud high pitched scream filled the courtyard as the near cat-sized mouse scrambled up to the man, followed by curses and shouts, shooing it away. It was too quick for the man, quickly running up his leg before leaping off and fleeing, the shocked security guard wiping himself down in a dance of the heebie-jeebies before walking towards where Fife had run off, cautiously peering around for the mouse. Gytha, the little sneak that she was, had used this precious time to jump the gate, landing with a thud and scurrying to cover. She was in. What now? There was a textbook or something in here Florita wanted. As she skulked slowly down the halls she eventually came to a strange set of ruins, covered in moss and framed with grassy paths. Is this where she needed to be? She jumped as something crawled up her leg, realizing only after a moment that it was Fife. She tried not to let on that he'd gotten her back now.
kaiju
played by kaiju
· May 8, 2021
It had been an issue getting Fife to stay in his cat carrier. Maybe she shouldn't have called it that within earshot, but he was already too big and plump to fit in boxes made for other mice. "Well maybe ye should not be stuffin yer gob so much?"
A series of squeaks piped up out of the carrier. "Eh?! Me' weight's not the problem 'ere!"
huffing as she walked up to the counter. "First flight to uh, . . "
checking a piece of paper she'd written it down on earlier. "Rome, please!"
The quizzical attendant looked her up and down, eyes lingering on the carrier at her side, then looking to the patchwork clothes this girl seemed to deem fitting for wearing in public. Gytha merely smiled her wide smile.
"Ble~ech!
" Gytha retched into the bag as the plane seemingly tossed her about uncontrollably, like a ragdoll in a rollercoaster. Not only had she never flown before, but the turbulence was something else entirely. Supposedly, this wasn't particularly bad turbulence, but given a chance to speak, Gytha would strongly disagree. She had long since shifted to the colors of her forest, a soft shade of green painted across her face as she heaved a non existent lunch into the now second bag provided her. Had she even eaten carrots? She could only hope that Fife was having a better time of it, but there was little she could focus on other than her current predicament. Two and a half hours of this?! How could people survive travelling the world like this?! The pilots were probably the true Claimants here if they could withstand this as their day job. No, scrap that, they were as powerful as the Ancients themselves. She held back another retch as the plane shifted violently up and down with a shudder, her stomach lurching every time it moved unexpectedly.
Gytha sobbed as she reunited with the carrier holding Fife, crumpling down on top of it with her backpack at her side. Passers by watched incredulously as this girl blubbered at her pet cat (?) in the customs line, whispering or giggling as they moved past. Surprisingly, Fife had considered it like an extended, if scary joy-ride. Perhaps travelling in her backpack or car these past few years had toughened him up to the constant jostling, and though Gytha felt a tinge of annoyance at how much easier he'd had it, she was just happy to be on solid, unmoving ground again. The customs agents barely spoke to her when she finally came up to them, a snotty disheveled mess. Some people were just bad flyers.
Gytha was glad for the reasonably cheap motel room, her wallet was in a rather sad state and she hadn't dared check her bank account since last week. Enough cash for a few days expenses maybe. There was probably still enough money in her account . . Right? She'd settled in to the small cubicle of a shower for nearly an hour now, running piping hot water over herself in an attempt to wash out the smell of vomit. She'd have to change outfits too. Luckily she'd brought a spare set, who knew you'd need so many outfits when traveling? Her mother had passed on the news of the Coliseum event, but she wasn't really sure what that was. A big roman building where people fought. Would she have to fight someone to get in? She drew her lips to a line as she considered. On her best day she couldn't fight her way out of a wet paper bag, but she could certainly run fast. Maybe she'd be the first to get there, and could still this textbook or whatever before anyone else got there? Now that was a bright idea!
Gytha panted as she ran through the streets, her small backpack rocking back and forth, bouncing around with each step as she scrambled through the crowds. How were there so many people here? What on earth did they all do in this place? And the way they spoke, a kind of rhythm to their words felt so, well, foreign. The world really was a big place. But she had to keep her eyes on the prize here, and no matter how delicious this Pasticiotti filled with cream was, she'd never be distracted by - she looked down realizing her mistake, already having been drawn in by the hawkers and vendors. No! She'd never be stopped by such simple trickery! The little shortcake muffin things were barely delicious enough to - She fled with all the will she could muster, bolstered by a fear for her wallet. It was some time before she made it to the coliseum, sweating and puffing. She'd managed to only buy a few more snacks and knick knacks. "Sa~afe."
she wheezed, walking towards what looked to be a gated entrance. This place was big, like, four houses tall big, but wider. She gulped as she thought about how much effort it would take to move all that rock. In her stupor, she idly walked up to the gate before a voice called out to her from the side. Something about not being allowed here? Was that right? Did the Roman Queen live here or something? It was pretty beaten up for a palace. She waved at the man then wandered away nodding, a devious smile across her lips. "Fife, I'll need yer help on this one!"
A loud high pitched scream filled the courtyard as the near cat-sized mouse scrambled up to the man, followed by curses and shouts, shooing it away. It was too quick for the man, quickly running up his leg before leaping off and fleeing, the shocked security guard wiping himself down in a dance of the heebie-jeebies before walking towards where Fife had run off, cautiously peering around for the mouse. Gytha, the little sneak that she was, had used this precious time to jump the gate, landing with a thud and scurrying to cover. She was in. What now? There was a textbook or something in here Florita wanted. As she skulked slowly down the halls she eventually came to a strange set of ruins, covered in moss and framed with grassy paths. Is this where she needed to be? She jumped as something crawled up her leg, realizing only after a moment that it was Fife. She tried not to let on that he'd gotten her back now.
A series of squeaks piped up out of the carrier. "Eh?! Me' weight's not the problem 'ere!"
huffing as she walked up to the counter. "First flight to uh, . . "
checking a piece of paper she'd written it down on earlier. "Rome, please!"
The quizzical attendant looked her up and down, eyes lingering on the carrier at her side, then looking to the patchwork clothes this girl seemed to deem fitting for wearing in public. Gytha merely smiled her wide smile.
"Ble~ech!
" Gytha retched into the bag as the plane seemingly tossed her about uncontrollably, like a ragdoll in a rollercoaster. Not only had she never flown before, but the turbulence was something else entirely. Supposedly, this wasn't particularly bad turbulence, but given a chance to speak, Gytha would strongly disagree. She had long since shifted to the colors of her forest, a soft shade of green painted across her face as she heaved a non existent lunch into the now second bag provided her. Had she even eaten carrots? She could only hope that Fife was having a better time of it, but there was little she could focus on other than her current predicament. Two and a half hours of this?! How could people survive travelling the world like this?! The pilots were probably the true Claimants here if they could withstand this as their day job. No, scrap that, they were as powerful as the Ancients themselves. She held back another retch as the plane shifted violently up and down with a shudder, her stomach lurching every time it moved unexpectedly.
Gytha sobbed as she reunited with the carrier holding Fife, crumpling down on top of it with her backpack at her side. Passers by watched incredulously as this girl blubbered at her pet cat (?) in the customs line, whispering or giggling as they moved past. Surprisingly, Fife had considered it like an extended, if scary joy-ride. Perhaps travelling in her backpack or car these past few years had toughened him up to the constant jostling, and though Gytha felt a tinge of annoyance at how much easier he'd had it, she was just happy to be on solid, unmoving ground again. The customs agents barely spoke to her when she finally came up to them, a snotty disheveled mess. Some people were just bad flyers.
Gytha was glad for the reasonably cheap motel room, her wallet was in a rather sad state and she hadn't dared check her bank account since last week. Enough cash for a few days expenses maybe. There was probably still enough money in her account . . Right? She'd settled in to the small cubicle of a shower for nearly an hour now, running piping hot water over herself in an attempt to wash out the smell of vomit. She'd have to change outfits too. Luckily she'd brought a spare set, who knew you'd need so many outfits when traveling? Her mother had passed on the news of the Coliseum event, but she wasn't really sure what that was. A big roman building where people fought. Would she have to fight someone to get in? She drew her lips to a line as she considered. On her best day she couldn't fight her way out of a wet paper bag, but she could certainly run fast. Maybe she'd be the first to get there, and could still this textbook or whatever before anyone else got there? Now that was a bright idea!
Gytha panted as she ran through the streets, her small backpack rocking back and forth, bouncing around with each step as she scrambled through the crowds. How were there so many people here? What on earth did they all do in this place? And the way they spoke, a kind of rhythm to their words felt so, well, foreign. The world really was a big place. But she had to keep her eyes on the prize here, and no matter how delicious this Pasticiotti filled with cream was, she'd never be distracted by - she looked down realizing her mistake, already having been drawn in by the hawkers and vendors. No! She'd never be stopped by such simple trickery! The little shortcake muffin things were barely delicious enough to - She fled with all the will she could muster, bolstered by a fear for her wallet. It was some time before she made it to the coliseum, sweating and puffing. She'd managed to only buy a few more snacks and knick knacks. "Sa~afe."
she wheezed, walking towards what looked to be a gated entrance. This place was big, like, four houses tall big, but wider. She gulped as she thought about how much effort it would take to move all that rock. In her stupor, she idly walked up to the gate before a voice called out to her from the side. Something about not being allowed here? Was that right? Did the Roman Queen live here or something? It was pretty beaten up for a palace. She waved at the man then wandered away nodding, a devious smile across her lips. "Fife, I'll need yer help on this one!"
A loud high pitched scream filled the courtyard as the near cat-sized mouse scrambled up to the man, followed by curses and shouts, shooing it away. It was too quick for the man, quickly running up his leg before leaping off and fleeing, the shocked security guard wiping himself down in a dance of the heebie-jeebies before walking towards where Fife had run off, cautiously peering around for the mouse. Gytha, the little sneak that she was, had used this precious time to jump the gate, landing with a thud and scurrying to cover. She was in. What now? There was a textbook or something in here Florita wanted. As she skulked slowly down the halls she eventually came to a strange set of ruins, covered in moss and framed with grassy paths. Is this where she needed to be? She jumped as something crawled up her leg, realizing only after a moment that it was Fife. She tried not to let on that he'd gotten her back now.
kaiju
played by kaiju
· May 8, 2021
It had been an issue getting Fife to stay in his cat carrier. Maybe she shouldn't have called it that within earshot, but he was already too big and plump to fit in boxes made for other mice. "Well maybe ye should not be stuffin yer gob so much?"
A series of squeaks piped up out of the carrier. "Eh?! Me' weight's not the problem 'ere!"
huffing as she walked up to the counter. "First flight to uh, . . "
checking a piece of paper she'd written it down on earlier. "Rome, please!"
The quizzical attendant looked her up and down, eyes lingering on the carrier at her side, then looking to the patchwork clothes this girl seemed to deem fitting for wearing in public. Gytha merely smiled her wide smile.
"Ble~ech!
" Gytha retched into the bag as the plane seemingly tossed her about uncontrollably, like a ragdoll in a rollercoaster. Not only had she never flown before, but the turbulence was something else entirely. Supposedly, this wasn't particularly bad turbulence, but given a chance to speak, Gytha would strongly disagree. She had long since shifted to the colors of her forest, a soft shade of green painted across her face as she heaved a non existent lunch into the now second bag provided her. Had she even eaten carrots? She could only hope that Fife was having a better time of it, but there was little she could focus on other than her current predicament. Two and a half hours of this?! How could people survive travelling the world like this?! The pilots were probably the true Claimants here if they could withstand this as their day job. No, scrap that, they were as powerful as the Ancients themselves. She held back another retch as the plane shifted violently up and down with a shudder, her stomach lurching every time it moved unexpectedly.
Gytha sobbed as she reunited with the carrier holding Fife, crumpling down on top of it with her backpack at her side. Passers by watched incredulously as this girl blubbered at her pet cat (?) in the customs line, whispering or giggling as they moved past. Surprisingly, Fife had considered it like an extended, if scary joy-ride. Perhaps travelling in her backpack or car these past few years had toughened him up to the constant jostling, and though Gytha felt a tinge of annoyance at how much easier he'd had it, she was just happy to be on solid, unmoving ground again. The customs agents barely spoke to her when she finally came up to them, a snotty disheveled mess. Some people were just bad flyers.
Gytha was glad for the reasonably cheap motel room, her wallet was in a rather sad state and she hadn't dared check her bank account since last week. Enough cash for a few days expenses maybe. There was probably still enough money in her account . . Right? She'd settled in to the small cubicle of a shower for nearly an hour now, running piping hot water over herself in an attempt to wash out the smell of vomit. She'd have to change outfits too. Luckily she'd brought a spare set, who knew you'd need so many outfits when traveling? Her mother had passed on the news of the Coliseum event, but she wasn't really sure what that was. A big roman building where people fought. Would she have to fight someone to get in? She drew her lips to a line as she considered. On her best day she couldn't fight her way out of a wet paper bag, but she could certainly run fast. Maybe she'd be the first to get there, and could still this textbook or whatever before anyone else got there? Now that was a bright idea!
Gytha panted as she ran through the streets, her small backpack rocking back and forth, bouncing around with each step as she scrambled through the crowds. How were there so many people here? What on earth did they all do in this place? And the way they spoke, a kind of rhythm to their words felt so, well, foreign. The world really was a big place. But she had to keep her eyes on the prize here, and no matter how delicious this Pasticiotti filled with cream was, she'd never be distracted by - she looked down realizing her mistake, already having been drawn in by the hawkers and vendors. No! She'd never be stopped by such simple trickery! The little shortcake muffin things were barely delicious enough to - She fled with all the will she could muster, bolstered by a fear for her wallet. It was some time before she made it to the coliseum, sweating and puffing. She'd managed to only buy a few more snacks and knick knacks. "Sa~afe."
she wheezed, walking towards what looked to be a gated entrance. This place was big, like, four houses tall big, but wider. She gulped as she thought about how much effort it would take to move all that rock. In her stupor, she idly walked up to the gate before a voice called out to her from the side. Something about not being allowed here? Was that right? Did the Roman Queen live here or something? It was pretty beaten up for a palace. She waved at the man then wandered away nodding, a devious smile across her lips. "Fife, I'll need yer help on this one!"
A loud high pitched scream filled the courtyard as the near cat-sized mouse scrambled up to the man, followed by curses and shouts, shooing it away. It was too quick for the man, quickly running up his leg before leaping off and fleeing, the shocked security guard wiping himself down in a dance of the heebie-jeebies before walking towards where Fife had run off, cautiously peering around for the mouse. Gytha, the little sneak that she was, had used this precious time to jump the gate, landing with a thud and scurrying to cover. She was in. What now? There was a textbook or something in here Florita wanted. As she skulked slowly down the halls she eventually came to a strange set of ruins, covered in moss and framed with grassy paths. Is this where she needed to be? She jumped as something crawled up her leg, realizing only after a moment that it was Fife. She tried not to let on that he'd gotten her back now.
A series of squeaks piped up out of the carrier. "Eh?! Me' weight's not the problem 'ere!"
huffing as she walked up to the counter. "First flight to uh, . . "
checking a piece of paper she'd written it down on earlier. "Rome, please!"
The quizzical attendant looked her up and down, eyes lingering on the carrier at her side, then looking to the patchwork clothes this girl seemed to deem fitting for wearing in public. Gytha merely smiled her wide smile.
"Ble~ech!
" Gytha retched into the bag as the plane seemingly tossed her about uncontrollably, like a ragdoll in a rollercoaster. Not only had she never flown before, but the turbulence was something else entirely. Supposedly, this wasn't particularly bad turbulence, but given a chance to speak, Gytha would strongly disagree. She had long since shifted to the colors of her forest, a soft shade of green painted across her face as she heaved a non existent lunch into the now second bag provided her. Had she even eaten carrots? She could only hope that Fife was having a better time of it, but there was little she could focus on other than her current predicament. Two and a half hours of this?! How could people survive travelling the world like this?! The pilots were probably the true Claimants here if they could withstand this as their day job. No, scrap that, they were as powerful as the Ancients themselves. She held back another retch as the plane shifted violently up and down with a shudder, her stomach lurching every time it moved unexpectedly.
Gytha sobbed as she reunited with the carrier holding Fife, crumpling down on top of it with her backpack at her side. Passers by watched incredulously as this girl blubbered at her pet cat (?) in the customs line, whispering or giggling as they moved past. Surprisingly, Fife had considered it like an extended, if scary joy-ride. Perhaps travelling in her backpack or car these past few years had toughened him up to the constant jostling, and though Gytha felt a tinge of annoyance at how much easier he'd had it, she was just happy to be on solid, unmoving ground again. The customs agents barely spoke to her when she finally came up to them, a snotty disheveled mess. Some people were just bad flyers.
Gytha was glad for the reasonably cheap motel room, her wallet was in a rather sad state and she hadn't dared check her bank account since last week. Enough cash for a few days expenses maybe. There was probably still enough money in her account . . Right? She'd settled in to the small cubicle of a shower for nearly an hour now, running piping hot water over herself in an attempt to wash out the smell of vomit. She'd have to change outfits too. Luckily she'd brought a spare set, who knew you'd need so many outfits when traveling? Her mother had passed on the news of the Coliseum event, but she wasn't really sure what that was. A big roman building where people fought. Would she have to fight someone to get in? She drew her lips to a line as she considered. On her best day she couldn't fight her way out of a wet paper bag, but she could certainly run fast. Maybe she'd be the first to get there, and could still this textbook or whatever before anyone else got there? Now that was a bright idea!
Gytha panted as she ran through the streets, her small backpack rocking back and forth, bouncing around with each step as she scrambled through the crowds. How were there so many people here? What on earth did they all do in this place? And the way they spoke, a kind of rhythm to their words felt so, well, foreign. The world really was a big place. But she had to keep her eyes on the prize here, and no matter how delicious this Pasticiotti filled with cream was, she'd never be distracted by - she looked down realizing her mistake, already having been drawn in by the hawkers and vendors. No! She'd never be stopped by such simple trickery! The little shortcake muffin things were barely delicious enough to - She fled with all the will she could muster, bolstered by a fear for her wallet. It was some time before she made it to the coliseum, sweating and puffing. She'd managed to only buy a few more snacks and knick knacks. "Sa~afe."
she wheezed, walking towards what looked to be a gated entrance. This place was big, like, four houses tall big, but wider. She gulped as she thought about how much effort it would take to move all that rock. In her stupor, she idly walked up to the gate before a voice called out to her from the side. Something about not being allowed here? Was that right? Did the Roman Queen live here or something? It was pretty beaten up for a palace. She waved at the man then wandered away nodding, a devious smile across her lips. "Fife, I'll need yer help on this one!"
A loud high pitched scream filled the courtyard as the near cat-sized mouse scrambled up to the man, followed by curses and shouts, shooing it away. It was too quick for the man, quickly running up his leg before leaping off and fleeing, the shocked security guard wiping himself down in a dance of the heebie-jeebies before walking towards where Fife had run off, cautiously peering around for the mouse. Gytha, the little sneak that she was, had used this precious time to jump the gate, landing with a thud and scurrying to cover. She was in. What now? There was a textbook or something in here Florita wanted. As she skulked slowly down the halls she eventually came to a strange set of ruins, covered in moss and framed with grassy paths. Is this where she needed to be? She jumped as something crawled up her leg, realizing only after a moment that it was Fife. She tried not to let on that he'd gotten her back now.
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