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Word Count: 1110 (+2 exp)
[u]Level[/u]: [b]2[/b] - [u]Total EXP[/u]: 24/20
[b]Location[/b]: Smash City Alcamoth[/center]
Following the battle, Pit and Geralt parted ways. It hadn't exactly ended on a high note, so it stood to reason that they were eager to split up afterward. Once back from the plaza and into the Alcamoth proper, Pit walked quickly through the arc mall. His movements were stiff, his mouth was pressed tightly closed, and his eyes were wide. No one looked at him differently than they usually did, after all why would they? But it felt like they should have. 

At first Pit just went aimlessly in wide circles, moving just to move. When that didn't help him feel any better he decided to go up. Forgoing the many lifts and elevators in the indoor city, the angel climbed the stairwells between levels. It was a long way up, but by the time Pit made it to the top floor he still wasn't winded. Well, at least he hadn't run into Yennefer along the way. 

He made a beeline toward the massive lift in the center of the structure, the one that would take people all the way to the top of Alcamoth. Usually Pit spent his time in Smash City on guard duty, whether keeping an eye on the area to make sure nothing nefarious approached the floating city or serving as one of the people that helped free others from Galeem's influence. Sometimes he ran missions, though it wasn't often. Rarer still when he was feeling particularly bad or lonely he would come here and let the multi-legged machine bring him high above the rest of Alcamoth. It helped a little to be as close to the clouds as possible. If Skyworld still existed it was as close to it as he could get at the moment. Normally, no one used the lift. Or if they did it was infrequence enough that the few times Pit had used it, he'd been able to go right in ride it to the top. Today though, of all days, it was missing.

Pit stared at the spot it usually sat, the gears in his brain turning slowly and working to catch up to his eyes. When it finally did he let out a pathetic sounding whine and brought his hands up to the side of his head, gripping his hair. [color=lightgoldenrodyellow]"It's gone...?! Why does it have to be gone!"[/color] 

The staff and patrons of the parapet cafe watched Pit with a mixture of amusement and pity as he spun in a circle, dramatically yelling [color=lightgoldenrodyellow]"Gaaaaaaah!"[/color] at the ceiling. Without the ability to fly he couldn't just go up to the top himself either. He wanted to just fall onto his back and lay there, but seeing as that would be a nuisance for everyone trying to get around he instead let his arms fall to his sides and pulled himself over to a railing near the lift's entrance. He rested his arms against it and dropped his forehead onto them, standing at an angle. For a couple of minutes he just stood like that, but eventually he peeked out from his arms and over the railing to watch all of the people going about their business on the floors below. 

[color=lightgoldenrodyellow]"..."[/color] It was calming, watching over everyone, but he still felt... gross. Wrong. It was a sickening feeling, similar to the one he felt back when the Chaos Kin had taken over his body. Being trapped in that ring, seeing everything his body had been doing without his soul to pilot it had been awful. But he could rationalize it, since it wasn't [i]him[/i] doing it. This wasn't the same. Letting out a groan Pit dropped his head into his arms again. He raised one hand to gently card the leaves of the golden laurel that rested in his hair. The Goddess of Light hadn't answered him once since he'd been free of Galeem, and she was unlikely to now. For all he knew she was still under the evil light's influence and unable to even receive his thoughts. Still, even if it hurt not to get a response, it was better than not trying.

[i]Lady Palutena... I could really use your help right now! Some advice, or one of your jokes, or... or anything... even just a word...

...I wouldn't even mind getting teased by you. Lady Palutena, please...[/i]

The only voice in his head remained his own. Pit took a deep breath and dropped his hand, letting it dangle over the railing. He stayed there, mostly still, trying to get his feelings under control. It was a little bit later that he heard the lift coming back down. The next best thing to hearing the Goddess' voice was feeling the wind between his feathers, so he still planned to ride it. He gripped the railing in both hands and pushed himself to stand straight up - and with his gaze going from the ground to straight out of the glass walls that surrounding Smash City he noted that dark clouds had tumbled into the area. 

[color=lightgoldenrodyellow]"Seriously?"[/color] he said to himself, letting out a long sigh. The central shaft went so high up that even if it wasn't raining down here, it was sure to be up there. 

While the angelic solider considered whether he wanted to sulk in the rain or not, the doors to the lift opened behind him. He turned to look and found himself frozen in place, arms and wings held up in surprise at the people exiting. It was some of the Seekers! Bowser Jr. and... the other ones! The thought of turning tail and leaving the area occurred to Pit, like the Witcher's teammates could sense what had happened. It was a shameful thought, and Pit shook his head to clear it. He was still himself, still a representative of the Alcamoth and the veteran Smash Bros., and he wouldn't shirk his duties or avoid taking responsibility! ...and so, he should at least say hi. 

Pit approached the group while waving, after they said their goodbyes to a little top hat-wearing girl (he, too, had glanced over the railing to make sure she was alright after leaping). [color=lightgoldenrodyellow]"Hey! You all just came from the top, right? It's a pretty nice view."[/color] He started with. Then he cleared his throat a bit awkwardly, preparing for a proper introduction.

[color=lightgoldenrodyellow]"I still haven't really met most of you, so - uh, I'm Pit! It's the first time here at Smash City for some of you, isn't it? Well let me know if you ever need help with anything!"[/color] The angel placed a fist over his chest in salute, pushing a smile onto his face for the group.