Stars over the Omniverse

[The Future Warrior]

Out of her apartment. The little blue majin stepped out of the doorway, arm bent behind her at an impossible angle to mess with the locks and secure the portal. A little ritual she had picked up from watching and observing other people around. Her 'neighbors', as she had come to learn the word was called. Locking up behind her wasn't really going to do much. The locks and door weren't exactly the sturdiest things. If anyone really wanted in they wouldn't be much of an obstacle. It was more of the mental sense of security. Or something.

Not that Graowr really understood why anyone would want to get into a palce they weren't supposed to be in, anyway. Especially someone else's home. That was just weird.

But she didn't have the spare mental capacity to waste on that. She had a job to do. One she had set for herself, admittedly, but one she was now determined to see through. She was off and running. Down the hallway. A quick slide under the lumbering form of Mister Cartwright, the massive alien in the corner apartment, who could barely manage a tired huff at her eccentric passing. A quick hop out the window, into the open (and, strictly speaking, not exactly clear) air of Tier 4. A sharp plummet down, as she was on the third story.

For nearly a full second, the thought "oh right, I still can't fly" struggled to break through to full coherency in her mind. When it did, she let out a disappointed huff, a grumpy frown creasing her lips and her nonexistent eyebrows twisting her already perpetually-angry seeming expression into a dark scowl. This was a pickle.

She flung one arm out to the side, gloved hand stretching out well beyond her natural reach. An errant windowsill was caught in her questing grasp, fingers digging into the stonework. Her purely downward momentum was arrested into gaining a horizontal lean. She came down to the ground, hitting it boots-first in an awkward, stumbling run. Her hand loosened its grip, extended arm snapping back into place like a rubber band. Her stumbling posture carried her flailing and windmilling for several meters before a loose piece of detritus got under foot.

She lost her balance, into a tumble. Ass over elbows, she went, ending up sprawled on her front, face down on the sidewalk. Slowly, her head rolled up, until her chin was resting on the ground, instead of her face. Something shifted in her mouth, rolling around and sounding like trying to crunch down on a stubbornly hard piece of candy. Then it came to the forefront, and with a wet "Pftha!" it was expelled, and a drool-covered chunk of concrete, the size of a walnut, clattered and rolled away from her. "Blegch..."

After an incident that would have been embarrassing, had the majin not lacked social awareness even an elementary schooler could boast and be proud of, she had rolled over onto her back and hopped up to her feet. Dusting herself off, she gave a quick stretch. Adjusting her gloves and scarf, thrown out of 'perfect' arrangement by her rough landing as they were, she turned right around on one heel, planting her hands on her hips. "Okay...which way's the elevator up..."

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