Quina Quen
Level: 1
Day/Time: Day 1
Location: Lost Somewhere In Square-Enix Kingdom - Tetris Castle Reception
Interactions: @Gentlemanvaultboy
Quina watched the fish intently. They were fat, well-fed things, lazily drifting through the clear water and blissfully unaware that the strange-looking figure which loomed over the waters would be their downfall. The only thing holding Quina back was wondering which type of fish should be eaten - the gold and black scaled ones were certainly the largest and easiest to catch, but the smaller, silver ones would no doubt have their own charms in terms of flavour. This conundrum consumed Quina for nearly two full minutes, before the obvious solution presented itself.
"Both!"
A few moments later, Quina was up to his/her waist in water, desperately trying to snatch up the fish. The fish, now startled by the presence of their would-be predator, gracefully darted about, avoiding the rather clumsy attempts to drag them out of the water and into Quina's mouth. The battle betwen predator and prey had never looked quite so uncoordinated as Quina flailed about in the once still, calm water. By chance rather than by design, Quina had managed to seperate out of one the fatter, slower fish from the group and, cornering it, lunged down to snatch it.
The fish squirmed and fought with all it had, but once it was held out of the water, the fight was clearly over. It wriggled around in Quina's hands, desperate to return to the safety of the water, rather than face the stomach of the strange creature that so rudely invaded it's territory.
"Hey! You! Get out of the pond!"
Quina turned to look at the three armed men who fought their way through the crowd that had gathered to watch the commotion. In this quiet little town, it was a relatively rare sight to see somebody clamber into the decorative pond in the middle of the marketplace. The captured fish, perhaps sensing that this was the moment to escaped, wriggled and squimed with renewed vigour, slipping free of Quina's grasp and returning to it's brothers and sisters in the pond with a loud splash. By the time the three guards reached the edge of the pond, they were faced with a conundrum - while they all agreed that Quina should get out of the pond, none of them seemed particularly willing to clamber into the pond to get him, or her, or whatever Quina was out of it.
The little cloud appeared above Quina, dragging his/her attention away from the three guards and to the equally little creature that emerged from the happy looking cloud. Lakitu gingerly held the letter out, trying his best to strike a balance between his responsibility for seeing the message delivered and his desire not to be eaten. The unluckiest of the three guards, having been singled out for the duty of trying to drag Quina out of the pond, was busily unfastening his breastplate, removing his shoes and desperately hoping that some miracle would mean he didn't have to get into the pond. Quina, meanwhile, looked at the letter.
"Dear..."
Quina began to read the letter aloud.
"...Hero..."
There were a lot of words to read and, already, Quina was quite bored of the thing after the first two words. However, Quina did agree that Quina was indeed a hero, and seeing the word "yes" at the bottom of the letter, Quina touched it. The letter disappeared with a puff of smoke, causing the gathered crowd to gasp and, before they could catch their breath, Quina vanished as well.
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Dripping wet, Quina followed along behind the strange little orange thing, curious as to why it wanted to be followed in the first place until, finally, it arrived at the elevator, punshed in two numbers, did a little flip and seemed to disappear entirely. Quina waited patiently for a second, then decided to follow the example of the orange creature - punching in the same numbers and stepping through int-
"All of this for me! How kind!"
In that moment, there was nothing else - nobody in the room, no little orange thing that had to get out of the way, nothing else but the tables upon tables of food laid out and the desire to try it all. Quina almost knocked aside the little orange creature that had once held their attention so thoroughly in his/her desire to sit at the nearest table and,having grabbed a couple of the foodstuffs within easy reach, proceeded to eat. Bread rolls, fruit buns, roasted parsnips, handfuls of dried fruits, slices of cheese, steamed leeks, half a chicken and a handful of rice pudding quickly fell victim to Quina's hands and mouth.
Reaching out to take a piece of roasted ham, Quina paused and stared blankly at the large - to Quina's eyes, at least - white wolf that was eating the aforementioned ham. With one hand resting on the ham (and another busily scooping up more rice pudding from a nearby bowl), Quina very slowly wrapped their fingers around the ham.
"All this," Quina spoke quietly towards the wolf, "for me?"
