Just Looking For Trouble

[Ash]

Without buildings or towering landmarks of any kind, Ash was forced to walk instead of her preferred method of transportation. Which was swinging from buildings, leaping, jumping, flipping, and in general gymnastics across the city. She preferred the wind rushing past her, the lift and pull of her body against gravity's wishes.. She was generally a fearless woman, and that first leap was easy.. It was also the only thing she needed to do to get hooked.

No pun intended.

However. Walking was probably the best way to go about traveling while eating. The basket and drink had both hands occupied, and so tossing her body about the city landscape would be difficult. Actually... Eating while both hands were full was difficult. But she had a very helpful kind of tail, fully prehensile as it was, made for a great cup holder while earthbound. Or.. It wasn't exactly earth, or anything like earth. The floor of this endless white space felt more like a solid floor or marble. And far too solid compared to the rocking of the ship she had been on yesterday. And nothing compared to the possibilities of air. No matter how smoggy it had been.

Her blue tail, as if working on its own initiative and not connected to directly to her will, wrapped around the cup at the same time that she let go and reached for a few fries. It wasn't like her to complain about anything, especially a win to involved free food. But she kind of wished she had ketchup. Not enough to summon some, but enough to twist her mouth in slight frustration with the first world problem is such an advanced place.

It was on her second bite of the burger when she heard a masculine voice call out to her. Well.. There was no actual distinction of her being the being the voice intended to get the attention of, but her gamer knowledge kicked in. In a place where she's been usually ignored, which was an unusual event on its own with her appearance being commonly described as 'demonic', it was implied that the voice was meant for her. She suspected it was an opening quest, pre-programmed to greet new 'players'. Or something of that sort.

She turned around, revealing a face full of silver rings, those in her brows seemed permanent now that her horns were firmly in place, and eyes bleached out so that she could easily be mistaken as blind. But she could see, very well actually. And she saw what appeared to be a figure with its stand out colors - somehow more out there than her own purplish-blue skin - walking her way. No.. Running. Almost tripping over its own legs. This oddity was something straight out of the spell book of some witch only gave her minor surprise.. When the man finally got out his question, the tiefling swallowed her half chewed bite, so large that it could be visibly seen being pushed down her throat for the moment that it was there, before taking a long and strained drink of her shake that is brought into her reach by her tail. This was done as a pause as she waited for the stranger to come close enough to have an conversation without yelling at each other from a distance.

During his approach, she got a better look at the figure. He appeared to be a large wooden man. The wood made her think of a puppet, instead of a robot, but it all seemed appropriate. He had on robes of bright blue, and a silly hat, which made her imagine him as the spell caster type. He also came off a little as The Scarecrow from Wizard of Oz. "Sorry to tell ya Magic-Man, but I'm probably not the best person to ask." She explained as she mentally noted that this wasn't an "NPC", then took another drink until what she could get through the straw ran out and a sputtering noise could be heard, it wasn't empty, just too frozen to drink. But her lack of movement implied she was waiting to hear what he had to say.