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[h3]”Near The Docks”, Cham, Priestella[/h3]

~ [i]First Moves[/i] ~[/center]

Stood in the center of The Cham, the boy did his best to mask his being lost. As a general rule, he never made his way into the poorer areas. The guards had much more pressing issues to deal with than a missing coin purse or stolen sword, especially in the aftermath of the war; sure, he could deal with bandits for the most part, but when he did, things tended to spiral out of control. Setting fire to parts of the city wasn’t what he would refer to as “keeping his head down”, and since “keeping his head down” was a primary goal at the moment, his current predicament was far from ideal.

Of course, being a cat demihuman with his ears and tail in full view of everyone around him didn't do him many favours. Lost in The Cham and unable to ask for directions back to The Golden District, that was where he stood. Having barely visited The Cham in his time in Priestella, his knowledge on it was limited at best. A left here, and a right there, followed by a few back alleys, or at least he thought it was a few, and now he was lost. Absolutely lost. Royally lost. Scanning around, spinning on a dime in the hopes of finding something to do, he certainly looked out of place. The purple hair was the least of the issues - he hardly looked like a commoner, nor a poor person, and as such his presence in The Cham was strange at best.

It was times like these when he wished Mousey was more lenient on their journeys. If she was, he wouldn’t have to run off, and if he didn’t have to run off, he wouldn’t have gotten lost. It was her fault! Or maybe not. At least a small part of him missed having her around for directions, but their outings were never any fun. She didn’t even let him free! It was her fault after all! To no one in particular, the cat boy seemed to pout, his tail swishing out from beneath his shirt in the day air. It really was Mousey’s fault. That was it, he was never going back! He would go around the districts and make his own fun!

That said, it required escaping The Cham first, but there was nothing wrong with foreword thinking. Baby steps, then super long springy jumps. As he stood there, spinning in the middle of the street in the hopes of figuring out where to go, a few people ran past, seemingly scared. He was meant to be finding a way out, but… there were fun things afoot! In a difference of barely even a second, he took of down the street in the opposite direction of the fleeing civilians, his sword, sheathed at his side, alongside his varying other pouches and chains, swinging and rattling against the speed. Maybe he wasn’t necessarily the fastest, but he had speed to him - as a cat demihuman, that was one of the perks.

Coming to a stop in the street, the pout that had since dissipated returned with a vengeance. There was no one around! Well, no one interesting; mulling around were civilians with mildly worried expressions plastered across their faces, and a few guards scouting about nearby locations, but otherwise, everything was as bland as he had just experienced. This was pointless! Now he was marginally out of breath, with no more a fun encounter to partake in, and to top it all off he was even more lost that in the first place. Hopeless! Pointless! Stupid! He was too annoyed to even continue the list! In his frustrated state, he marched off in an arbitrary direction, something that resembled the way he came, kicking pebbles as he went. Where was Mousey when he needed her…

But as he was walking, he came across a crowd of people, gathered around some of another scuffle. It wasn’t too big, but as he approached, he could tell things were getting interesting, if only by the increased density of civilian onlookers. Mid-stride, about to kick another stone down the street, he paused. A crowd of people? In the middle of The Cham? At this time of day? Maybe he wasn’t a regular visitor to this part of the city, but in his mind, that only meant one thing, and one thing alone. Every thought of being bored, and lost, and frustrated, and miserable and lonely that Mousey wasn’t around vanished, replaced by one, singular concept - the thing he had escaped for, and the thing he was searching for.

As quickly as he had frozen, he scampered up to the crowd, utilising his lithe form and relatively small frame to weave between the civilians to the front, his eyes locking onto the strange device one of the people held. From his place, he easily watched the four people engage, and got a clear view of the strange object, much like many of the other onlookers. It was certainly strange… were there really things in the world that could produce such an effect? If there were, the boy was far from aware of them, which meant there was something new to learn, and he was always a stickler for new things. He was prepared to leap head first into the conversation to talk about the thing, when the words hit his ears.

[center][colour=FFDEAD]”You’re Cultists!”[/colour][/center]

A smile spread across the boys lips, as he took a step into the circle, encroaching on the group rapidly. This was where the fun started.
[colour=MediumOrchid]”Uuuum, hello!”[/colour] was his go to icebreaker, as he placed himself between the red robed woman and the three oddities, [colour=MediumOrchid]”Hi, hi, I’m Wisp! And I’m super lost - [i]super[/i] lost - but I heard you talking and missy here - hiya Miss! - said you were Cultists?”[/colour] he continued, looking, smiling, and waving towards Aer, entirely ignorant of the weapon she held, [colour=MediumOrchid]”I don’t really care that much, but, but, I wanna see that magic object, the, the one with the people in it! I wanna buy it!”[/colour]

Whether he was serious or otherwise was up in the air, but his expression seemed genuine enough. Without delay, Wisp reached down and pulled from his hip a pouch of money, by the sounds of it.
[colour=MediumOrchid]”I’m not really supposed to have this, but what Mousey doesn’t know won’t kill her~! Oh, um, don’t tell her or anything? But, I really wanna buy it. I didn’t know Cultists had such cool stuff…”[/colour] he trailed off, looking towards Ashton with a beaming smile, utterly ignorant of the situation, and its severity.

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