[center][h1][color=gold] Vashti [/color][/h1][/center]

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[i]"Go to visit your cousin living on the Grandian border"[/i], her parents had said, [i]"It'll be an educating experience for you while we work back home on a...special task"[/i] they had added. 

So the teenage Alv/Cat Beastkin hybrid had gone towards the appointed spot on the border, even as far as seeing the town her cousin lived in from a distance at that. However, things had not been so good looking even from there. Granadian military Greatarmor and tanks and troops could be seen even from a distance in the town and around it assembling and such, a thing that screamed to her mind to "get the hell out of here" as it were. Not that she was running from the military, but walking into a militarily-occupied zone on the border was also not a good idea. Not even she was curious enough to enter that place in such a state. 

So she had proceeded to go past that town, sneaking and stalking through the woods and wilderness to move on over the border into Felbar without so much as trying to meet her cousin. As it were, she was more curious about what was going on in the neighboring nations right now, even as her parents likely were helping in some military production endeavor if she had to place a guess on it. Then again, a few miles past the border and BAM....things had changed. New memories of another life. Another self coming into the picture with who she was...if that guess was even remotely correct. Was "she" the one who she now remembered, or was "this" her some sort of falsification that had been put into her mind along with "that other her". 

Argh, it was all confusing, but all the same she felt just like normal in either respect, just with a lot more to her now than before. Whether "that" her or "this" her was the original or something else, they seemed rather compatible in her eyes and in her mind. 

After taking a day or two to adjust to the surge of these memories and such into her mind, Vashti had made it a point to get deeper into Felbar territory to get away from the danger zone. That, at least, would be a good idea...and give her a chance to sate her curiosity on how things were in this country. She only had ever known life in Grandia, which had not been the best nor the worst, but now being in a new nation she had become intrigued by their ways and such. And, potentially, could find some discarded Altered Machines or such to tinker with from here as well! Was the tech here any different? Was it the same? Did they have different sorts of things they made here in terms of machinery and such? At least, if anyone did that like back in Grandia where she had lived in one of the big, developed cities, she could take a look at things. 

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"Hey, somebody stop that thief!!!" an angry and vehement voice cried aloud into the street, the voice coming from a shop only a few stores down from where Vivienna and her very sizable entourage were. In fact, the princess and her entourage would see clearly the shop from where the noise came....and from where the accused "thief" emerged from to boot. 

[color=gold]"That and the slap are what you get for trying to grab my butt, jerk!"[/color] another voice cried back into the store aloud as a teenage, blue haired girl who looked like a normal Alv, but with twin cat-tails swishing slightly behind her like a cat beastkin, swiftly emerged onto the street from one of the stores owned by those magitech trinket purveyors. Further, in the girl's arms were several magitech trinkets in particular, random ones she had nabbed from the shelves on her way out. 

To Vashti, it was fair that she take a little recompense from this guy who had tried to touch her butt in the store as she had looked about with a fascination for some of the Felbar-specific mechanical and magic trinkets that had dotted the store. What a way to treat a customer, much less someone who had taken the real risks to get over here and try to be safe before things got any worse on the border! Hmph! But that bit of agility she had inherited from her father's side was helpful in running out of the store, at least. 

Looking side to side quickly immediately after leaving and finish shouting back at the store manager, the half-Alv's face turned into slight shock as she saw the large and varied entourage not far off, especially in regards to noting the visage of the cute teenage princess standing there with some silver-haired butler. Tilting her head slightly, Vashti smiled and waved at the princess for a moment before bolting once more. Though not a professional runner or such, she has at least a small bit going for her as she tried to reach the other side of the large street and aim for an alleyway. After all, if she wanted to break these down and tinker or such, she needed to get out of here and escape the cops and soldiers. Which, hopefully, would not be the hardest thing to do. 

[@VitaVitaAR]