06-18-2016, 04:08 PM
She had walked her afternoon away, the windy outskirts that were thoroughly guarded, the deep interior where people would walk or chat quietly. Even the marketplace which had more than it's fair share of oddities right next to those who sold natural food. None of these places held a sign that represented a place to sleep, all just short, tan structures placed right next to each other, forming street after street. The streets themselves short like the buildings, with the entrances and exits to the town easily seen a block away. Kalli's adrenaline had run dry, a near limp now while walking down the empty sidewalk, her eyes too tired to be kept wide open. Energy from her legs kept fading in and out, especially with the muscles hurting with this endless exploration. Slowly lifting her feathered head upward, the prime blinked, her eyesight adjusting to the lamp that shined on the front door, a sign to it's right with the words etched in wood- "Carrefore Hostel"
Finally! Her nerves in her legs disappeared as each was lifted and placed on the steps, only to reawaken once pressure was applied. Climbing up and opening the door, her talons delicately touched the wooden floorboards that were in the brief darkness. Once she had entered, the glaring light outside faded, her eyes seeing table after table, accompanied by chair after chair. After a second of staring, the door behind her shut loudly, the clang making the accountant look up from her book. Kalli forgot this was a hostel for a brief moment, the place seeming so alike to the fantastical inns spoken of in stories. Walking toward the counter, she asked tiredly "Hello, I was wondering if you had a bed I could use for the night."
"Well that depends, do you have the cash?" The accountant replied
"Cash?"
"Yes, cash, local income. We don't just serve the homeless."
Kalli paused, staring blankly like as if she was just accused of committing a crime. Constantly feeling her numerous pockets and pouches in pretend that she had something. The prime eventually stopped after giving a nervous chuckle "Right, money..."
The accountant looked at her in silence, clearly not entertained. Admitting the truth, the prime sighed "I'll summon up the local currency, one minute-"
This time, it was the accountants turn to seem like she had been accused of something evil. Her face of pure surprise, looking at Kalli from behind the counter, slowly getting out of her chair while keeping her surprise steadily went from wide eyes to a guarded look. "Summon?" The accountant asked "As in, how a prime would summon a weapon?" her hands clenched into fists before unrolling again, both being placed onto the counter while leaning forward. "Your kind isn't served here, not in this establishment." the voice was cold, threatening, as hostile as the violent winds that howled in the distance. The prime stopped moving entirely, pausing to get her exhausted brain set straight.
"You have a problem with primes?" Kalli asked.
The accountant pointed some pictures behind her, numerous people in each one, groups of smiling friends and relatives "Yes, I do. WE do. All of those people behind me? They all are like me, secondaries, people who live and die by the words of that cursed god which brings you back from the dead. Those faces you see in the pictures? I can name off each one of those people, all of them having died because of devils like you constantly stalking the sands for omnilium." she lowered her arm, looking up at the prime with disgust "Get out, I don't want your kind here. Diablo, primes, Omni, all the same. I'm not serving you just like how I didn't serve the prime who summoned me. Get lost."
Diablo? Kalli took a step back, not familiar with the name but nonetheless feeling insulted. Continuing to stare at the angered woman, the prime shook her head "I'm not like them. I don't know who Omni is- aside from it bringing me here -and Diablo isn't even a word I'm familiar with. I assure you, I just need a place to sleep. My motives are-"
The woman yelled back increasing in volume, further powered by the anger on her face. "Your motives don't matter! You're all the same, immortal, careless murderers who pride themselves on power! I said get lost, which means GET OUT."
The door opened again, this time slamming shut as Kalli powered her way down the steps and began to walk down the sidewalk, the cold night air brushing against her feathers while making her way toward a nearby exit out of the town. Her mind just wishing to leave this place already from that encounter, embarrassed, frustrated, confused, they were all there swirling in her head, blocking any proper thought to be had. Well, any thought that wasn't listing off more insults to be tossed at the accountant. The prime's quick march lead her to witness the parked convoy outside the town, as well as it's people all huddled around a campfire while exchanging words. Kalli took a quick turn left, standing in the midst of the open dry space that lead her to stare out at the horizon.
Blindly she'd quickly stick out her arms and begin summoning a small shack. Well, that's what she wanted anyway, a place to sleep while protected by the winds and coarse sand. At first, none of the people sleeping on the convoy's vehicles and hanging around the campfire didn't notice- eyes focused on each other while speaking and sharing food and water. Or, simply keeping their eyes shut while listening to the chatter. But a minute had passed, people began to stare, the people staring would increase with every passing minute. Some looking up from their truck beds (which also literally was their bed) looking at the lights with squinted eyes. Eventually, after what seemed to be some twenty minutes, the metal shack was complete. "Should've done that in the first place." She thought to herself, barely giving a second to acknowledge the tiny holes in the shack's roof and walls.
Walking toward the doorway, Kalli looked back at the people observing what she had built, almost expecting them to shout or look with disgust. But they didn't, instead they were all looking at it with intrigue, the conversations having fallen silent. Only whispers could be heard now, as well as the crackling of the fire, perhaps a snore or two further down the convoy's line of vehicles from those too deep in their sleep. The prime then looked forward, opened the door, looked back again with a quick glance and shut it, embracing the windowless darkness as her sleeping place.
Finally! Her nerves in her legs disappeared as each was lifted and placed on the steps, only to reawaken once pressure was applied. Climbing up and opening the door, her talons delicately touched the wooden floorboards that were in the brief darkness. Once she had entered, the glaring light outside faded, her eyes seeing table after table, accompanied by chair after chair. After a second of staring, the door behind her shut loudly, the clang making the accountant look up from her book. Kalli forgot this was a hostel for a brief moment, the place seeming so alike to the fantastical inns spoken of in stories. Walking toward the counter, she asked tiredly "Hello, I was wondering if you had a bed I could use for the night."
"Well that depends, do you have the cash?" The accountant replied
"Cash?"
"Yes, cash, local income. We don't just serve the homeless."
Kalli paused, staring blankly like as if she was just accused of committing a crime. Constantly feeling her numerous pockets and pouches in pretend that she had something. The prime eventually stopped after giving a nervous chuckle "Right, money..."
The accountant looked at her in silence, clearly not entertained. Admitting the truth, the prime sighed "I'll summon up the local currency, one minute-"
This time, it was the accountants turn to seem like she had been accused of something evil. Her face of pure surprise, looking at Kalli from behind the counter, slowly getting out of her chair while keeping her surprise steadily went from wide eyes to a guarded look. "Summon?" The accountant asked "As in, how a prime would summon a weapon?" her hands clenched into fists before unrolling again, both being placed onto the counter while leaning forward. "Your kind isn't served here, not in this establishment." the voice was cold, threatening, as hostile as the violent winds that howled in the distance. The prime stopped moving entirely, pausing to get her exhausted brain set straight.
"You have a problem with primes?" Kalli asked.
The accountant pointed some pictures behind her, numerous people in each one, groups of smiling friends and relatives "Yes, I do. WE do. All of those people behind me? They all are like me, secondaries, people who live and die by the words of that cursed god which brings you back from the dead. Those faces you see in the pictures? I can name off each one of those people, all of them having died because of devils like you constantly stalking the sands for omnilium." she lowered her arm, looking up at the prime with disgust "Get out, I don't want your kind here. Diablo, primes, Omni, all the same. I'm not serving you just like how I didn't serve the prime who summoned me. Get lost."
Diablo? Kalli took a step back, not familiar with the name but nonetheless feeling insulted. Continuing to stare at the angered woman, the prime shook her head "I'm not like them. I don't know who Omni is- aside from it bringing me here -and Diablo isn't even a word I'm familiar with. I assure you, I just need a place to sleep. My motives are-"
The woman yelled back increasing in volume, further powered by the anger on her face. "Your motives don't matter! You're all the same, immortal, careless murderers who pride themselves on power! I said get lost, which means GET OUT."
The door opened again, this time slamming shut as Kalli powered her way down the steps and began to walk down the sidewalk, the cold night air brushing against her feathers while making her way toward a nearby exit out of the town. Her mind just wishing to leave this place already from that encounter, embarrassed, frustrated, confused, they were all there swirling in her head, blocking any proper thought to be had. Well, any thought that wasn't listing off more insults to be tossed at the accountant. The prime's quick march lead her to witness the parked convoy outside the town, as well as it's people all huddled around a campfire while exchanging words. Kalli took a quick turn left, standing in the midst of the open dry space that lead her to stare out at the horizon.
Blindly she'd quickly stick out her arms and begin summoning a small shack. Well, that's what she wanted anyway, a place to sleep while protected by the winds and coarse sand. At first, none of the people sleeping on the convoy's vehicles and hanging around the campfire didn't notice- eyes focused on each other while speaking and sharing food and water. Or, simply keeping their eyes shut while listening to the chatter. But a minute had passed, people began to stare, the people staring would increase with every passing minute. Some looking up from their truck beds (which also literally was their bed) looking at the lights with squinted eyes. Eventually, after what seemed to be some twenty minutes, the metal shack was complete. "Should've done that in the first place." She thought to herself, barely giving a second to acknowledge the tiny holes in the shack's roof and walls.
Walking toward the doorway, Kalli looked back at the people observing what she had built, almost expecting them to shout or look with disgust. But they didn't, instead they were all looking at it with intrigue, the conversations having fallen silent. Only whispers could be heard now, as well as the crackling of the fire, perhaps a snore or two further down the convoy's line of vehicles from those too deep in their sleep. The prime then looked forward, opened the door, looked back again with a quick glance and shut it, embracing the windowless darkness as her sleeping place.