[center][abbr=Pit][img]https://i.ibb.co/7VzgY22/pit.png[/img][/abbr]
Word Count: 703 (+1 exp)
[u]Level[/u]: [b]4[/b] - [u]Total EXP[/u]: 129/40
[b]Location[/b]: Dystopiascape - Midgar: Sector 06[/center]
After Giovanna informed everyone that the other half of the Seekers in Midgar also had suffered a loss, being Princess Peach no less, a lot of the optimism Pit had tried drumming up evaporated. They'd been in battle, casualties should be expected (and they weren't even dead, just compromised), but it still stung. He found himself at a loss of what to say, so he stayed quiet. 

He remained quiet, uncharacteristically so, throughout the move from Seventh Heaven to Sector 06. At certain points he even had his eyes tightly closed. To the outside observer it might have looked like he was meditating, at least until his eyebrows pinched together and his nose wrinkled up. After that it appeared he might have been thinking of something unpleasant, perhaps ruminating on what had happened with Poppi and Peach. That wasn't technically correct, but it was part of it. 

What Pit was actually trying to do was the same thing he'd been trying over the last several days: contact the Goddess of Light.

Lady Palutena's wisdom would be invaluable right about now. She always knew what to do, and how best to help people. He knew that he didn't really have anything to do with the mental connection between himself and Palutena - it was all a result of the Goddess establishing and maintaining that link with her telepathy. Even so he couldn't just give up on trying to reach out to her, even if he had no idea how to.

[i]Come on, Pit! Just... think... harder! Graaaah!![/i] He raised his finger tips to the laurel crowning his head, imitating Raz and some other psychics.

By the time everyone had reunited in the Hublink just outside of Sector 06, the only thing Pit had managed to do was give himself a headache. 

So it was that when they rolled up together to the security check point and needed to find a way in for all of them past the robotic guardsmen, the angel couldn't offer a solution faster than Blazermate or Midna. They'd come to the same conclusion, one that was pretty simple: teleport in. [color=lightgoldenrodyellow]"Can't argue with that,"[/color] he said.

Pit himself was part of the group waiting on Blazermate to set up her teleporter. In the mean time some of the Seekers picked through the clothing Midna dropped off before joining those going through the checkpoint, but just as he'd done the morning before Pit declined to change. 

[color=lightgoldenrodyellow]"The angel's code of conduct says that we must always be ready for duty,"[/color] he stated matter-of-factually, the same code he'd quoted yesterday. [color=lightgoldenrodyellow]"Plus this [i]has[/i] to count as 'high society!' It's a divine uniform."[/color]

He would end up sticking out, but that wasn't a concern of his. His chiton was a little dusty but still intact, and the gold accented ensemble had to count for something didn't it? At least it would be better than, say, Geralt's grizzled armor...

When finally they were summoned through the teleporter into the City of Glass, Pit looked around at the shining city and let out an impressed, [color=lightgoldenrodyellow]"Wooooow. Tt's big! And bright! Super sci-fi."[/color] This is where Tora mentioned the "high tech super-rich" lived and worked, and it certainly looked the part. The people around them looked the part too, and Pit had to admit some of their fashion sense were kind of cool. [i]Maybe[/i] he could be convinced to find something to blend in with, as long as it fit over his regular outfit.

Now that they were there, it was time to get a move on. Goldlewis pointed out the enormous V-shaped building as their destination, or close enough to it anyway. [i]Wonder what that place is even for. Are the rooms inside it slanted? Must be owned by someone really full of themselves...[/i] As for getting there, since it was across the water, a boat would be the easiest wouldn't it? Pit nodded, agreeing with Tora suggestion. A suggestion which quickly devolved into stealing, requisitioning, and even mind controlling.

[color=lightgoldenrodyellow]"Wait, wait!"[/color] Pit exclaimed, eyes wide and looking between Midna, Zenkichi, and Geralt. [color=lightgoldenrodyellow]"As cool as it would be to flash a badge like, [i]Police, I need your vehicle![/i] We could just ask first, you know?"[/color]