05-18-2017, 04:27 PM
Confusion about people with regular respiratory processes aside, the trip to reach the stairs that made up the last leg of the run up to the top of the city-verse was mercifully quick. The climb up them was... It was slightly less so. The natural inclination to move quickly, but carefully on the steep incline went against everything the perpetually-hyper little blue creature was herself naturally inclined to. Several times she was forced to stop and just sort of... Sort of mentally whine about how slow it was. More than once her manic energy and haste got the better of her, and she would leap and hop over people in front of her. Carefully-planted flips and scrambling maneuvers along the railings and walls of the stairway.
Many odd looks, and many frustrated glances, and many amused stares as she went sailing and careening past. The unflinching, never-changing look of solid, stoic determination on her features, the inhuman cast always locked in a stare that looked angry regardless of her actual disposition, didn't help matters. It was all in good fun, she was having the time of her life. That she looked like she was after someone's head, or fleeing from someone after her head, couldn't helped. Just one more oddity about her, which earned many nervous chuckles and quick shuffles aside to clear a path for her as she came blurring along.
Of course...none of that registered to her. In her mind, it was all just a convenient show of politeness. People moving and subtly shifting to give her a better shot to get along more quickly. It was really very nice of them. And once, when she stopped for a moment to catch her balance, almost managing to slip and tumble off a railing, she lowered into a crouch and flashed a thumbs-up to a passer-by who had stepped aside to make ample room for her. The uneasy smile and nod she got in return didn't even faze her, and she leaped forward, back into motion.
The top of the stairs were reached, passed through and left behind in a blur of black and blue. She went failing forth, in a flipping somersault well over a dozen feet into the air, before landing gracefully (well, as gracefully as she could manage; it looked more silly than anything else) and immediately broke into a run again.
Up here, on the 'surface' of the city-verse, she knew her way around reasonably well. It was the place she had spent the most time in, that she had visited the most. It was where the actual offices and security branches of the Empire Peace Division were located. The places where she'd actually gotten some direction and a sense of what to do around here. It was a nice place. A little stuffy, maybe, with all the great big buildings and looming skyscrapers and people everywhere and the stormtroopers just oozing out of every crowd or empty space you looked, but... It was nice. It was really nice, actually.
And it was also nice and wide open. Plenty of room to run and dodge around people. She continued to get odd looks, both from regular passerby as well as the stormtroopers on just about every corner. Of course, the latter also gave the occasional nod of greeting or even a salute as she zipped past. Those were met with a quick wave, or a sharp, two-finger salute in return.
When she came to an abrupt halt at an intersection in the road, one of said nearby stormtroopers looked puzzled, and took the few steps necessary to get within easy speaking range before he spoke up. "So...not that it's any of my business, but why'd you stop all of a sudden?"
In response, the small cerulean abomination lifted an arm, gloved hand pointing up at a nearby sign. In bright, red letters it read "DON'T CROSS", flashing every second on and off. "The sign says not to. And following the rules is important." No sooner had she said as much, than a car went speeding by, the breeze of its passing ruffling her scarf. "Also those things. People don't pay attention sometimes." Her arm slowly dropped back to her side. "And that's a bad thing."
The stormtrooper just...slowly nodded in agreement. Under the helmet, he had gone just a little slack-jawed. Such...such a bizarre outlook. "Right, uh...I guess so. Anyway, uh...where's the fire?"
With a swiftness that made her hair-tentacles sway, her head jerked around to look up, at an alarming near ninety-degree angle to look up at the stormtrooper. "What? Is there a fire? Should I be in a hurry to go help?"
The poor stormtrooper did everything he could not to actually fall over and faceplant at the sheer ridiculousness of the questions. It...it was a joke. It had to be. She had to be pulling some kind of joke on him. Just really good at playing the sincere, serious card. "Uh, n-no...I don't think so, anyway. It's just...a figure of speech, you know? Like...you were in a hurry to get...somewhere. Like there was a fire wherever you were headed. It's...kind of a bit of a joke, a play on words."
She stared up at him, for what felt like several long, uncomfortable minutes. Finally, like a dusty lightbulb flickering to life, her eyes widened slightly, a smile making her lips curl up from the usual, thin almost-scowl line they were pressed into. "Oh! I get it! Like when someone's sad and you ask 'who blew up your dog'!" She looked back down, and across the street again. "But that's mean. I don't ask people that."
"Y-Yeah...kind of the same thing..." the stormtrooper agreed weakly. This was just starting to get awkward. "S-So, uh...where ya headed, then? Need any directions, or anything?"
"Oh, just heading to the security headquarters!" she chimed in, with a nod.
"To the HQ? Got a mission lined up or something?"
"Nope!" The speed and cheerful tone of her response was a virtual slap for the stormtrooper. "Just wanna check on something. Figure if anyone around here would know about it, someone up there would!" Across the street, the DON'T CROSS sign went out, replaced by a flashing green CROSS sign. "Okay, see ya!" And she zipped right back into action, gone in a blue flash.
"...we have the weirdest people on the payroll," the stormtrooper mumbled, watching her go.
Many odd looks, and many frustrated glances, and many amused stares as she went sailing and careening past. The unflinching, never-changing look of solid, stoic determination on her features, the inhuman cast always locked in a stare that looked angry regardless of her actual disposition, didn't help matters. It was all in good fun, she was having the time of her life. That she looked like she was after someone's head, or fleeing from someone after her head, couldn't helped. Just one more oddity about her, which earned many nervous chuckles and quick shuffles aside to clear a path for her as she came blurring along.
Of course...none of that registered to her. In her mind, it was all just a convenient show of politeness. People moving and subtly shifting to give her a better shot to get along more quickly. It was really very nice of them. And once, when she stopped for a moment to catch her balance, almost managing to slip and tumble off a railing, she lowered into a crouch and flashed a thumbs-up to a passer-by who had stepped aside to make ample room for her. The uneasy smile and nod she got in return didn't even faze her, and she leaped forward, back into motion.
The top of the stairs were reached, passed through and left behind in a blur of black and blue. She went failing forth, in a flipping somersault well over a dozen feet into the air, before landing gracefully (well, as gracefully as she could manage; it looked more silly than anything else) and immediately broke into a run again.
Up here, on the 'surface' of the city-verse, she knew her way around reasonably well. It was the place she had spent the most time in, that she had visited the most. It was where the actual offices and security branches of the Empire Peace Division were located. The places where she'd actually gotten some direction and a sense of what to do around here. It was a nice place. A little stuffy, maybe, with all the great big buildings and looming skyscrapers and people everywhere and the stormtroopers just oozing out of every crowd or empty space you looked, but... It was nice. It was really nice, actually.
And it was also nice and wide open. Plenty of room to run and dodge around people. She continued to get odd looks, both from regular passerby as well as the stormtroopers on just about every corner. Of course, the latter also gave the occasional nod of greeting or even a salute as she zipped past. Those were met with a quick wave, or a sharp, two-finger salute in return.
When she came to an abrupt halt at an intersection in the road, one of said nearby stormtroopers looked puzzled, and took the few steps necessary to get within easy speaking range before he spoke up. "So...not that it's any of my business, but why'd you stop all of a sudden?"
In response, the small cerulean abomination lifted an arm, gloved hand pointing up at a nearby sign. In bright, red letters it read "DON'T CROSS", flashing every second on and off. "The sign says not to. And following the rules is important." No sooner had she said as much, than a car went speeding by, the breeze of its passing ruffling her scarf. "Also those things. People don't pay attention sometimes." Her arm slowly dropped back to her side. "And that's a bad thing."
The stormtrooper just...slowly nodded in agreement. Under the helmet, he had gone just a little slack-jawed. Such...such a bizarre outlook. "Right, uh...I guess so. Anyway, uh...where's the fire?"
With a swiftness that made her hair-tentacles sway, her head jerked around to look up, at an alarming near ninety-degree angle to look up at the stormtrooper. "What? Is there a fire? Should I be in a hurry to go help?"
The poor stormtrooper did everything he could not to actually fall over and faceplant at the sheer ridiculousness of the questions. It...it was a joke. It had to be. She had to be pulling some kind of joke on him. Just really good at playing the sincere, serious card. "Uh, n-no...I don't think so, anyway. It's just...a figure of speech, you know? Like...you were in a hurry to get...somewhere. Like there was a fire wherever you were headed. It's...kind of a bit of a joke, a play on words."
She stared up at him, for what felt like several long, uncomfortable minutes. Finally, like a dusty lightbulb flickering to life, her eyes widened slightly, a smile making her lips curl up from the usual, thin almost-scowl line they were pressed into. "Oh! I get it! Like when someone's sad and you ask 'who blew up your dog'!" She looked back down, and across the street again. "But that's mean. I don't ask people that."
"Y-Yeah...kind of the same thing..." the stormtrooper agreed weakly. This was just starting to get awkward. "S-So, uh...where ya headed, then? Need any directions, or anything?"
"Oh, just heading to the security headquarters!" she chimed in, with a nod.
"To the HQ? Got a mission lined up or something?"
"Nope!" The speed and cheerful tone of her response was a virtual slap for the stormtrooper. "Just wanna check on something. Figure if anyone around here would know about it, someone up there would!" Across the street, the DON'T CROSS sign went out, replaced by a flashing green CROSS sign. "Okay, see ya!" And she zipped right back into action, gone in a blue flash.
"...we have the weirdest people on the payroll," the stormtrooper mumbled, watching her go.
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