Stars over the Omniverse

[The Future Warrior]

Guided by newfound mapping resources, the pace of the small, blue creature with only the most tentative of grasp on silly things like 'common sense' made quick headway. Across streets, along sidewalks and through crowds of varying size. Up stairs. Down stairs. Once she darted through a building. her vague understanding of 'the quickest route being a straight line' making that seem like the best way to go, regardless of how awkward it might have been. At least she hadn't yet needed to jump over anyone or anything silly like that. Though eventually her rapid pace was slowed down as she approached her destination: an elevator that would head directly down to Tier 3. She really did hate elevators, but one elevator ride would be quicker than two flights of stairs. Maybe only a little quicker, but every little bit would help when she was as eager for information as she was now.

Of course, given her luck, the elevator doors were just starting to closing when she reached them. "Aaaah! hey, wait, wait!" A quickened scramble to her step and a surge of energy sent her blurring along with a quick kick off of the ground. She sailed forward, an indistinct riot of blue and black, and curled into a quick, flipping leap over a crowd who had resigned themselves to not making it to the elevator on time. "Wait-wait-wait, just a second!"

Another quick hop, skip and jump over a bench, a parked car and someone else stumbling the last few paces to the closing doors, and she was there. Twisting into a sideways flight, her small, (very thankfully) thin and lithe form just cleared the doors as they closed. Hands met the far wall, her momentum briefly making her hold fast in a sideways handstand, before she pushed off, tucking into a half somersault, half flip to land on her feet. "Whew...made it!" she said, heaving a breath she didn't really need to take in the first place.

A gruff, warbling cry of mangled, intermixed animal noises spoke up from her left. A brief cough and clearing of the throat followed, before the same voice spoke up. "In a hurry to get somewhere, kid?"

Looking up, and toward the speaker, Graowr could only just blink in confusion. It was...it was a giant walking carpet. In a suit. With a briefcase. "....yeah, kinda. Headed down to Tier 3. Reports to pick up."

"You too, huh? Always got someone running errands back and forth between tiers. Lot of running around, lot of time wasted," the towering wookiee grumbled.

The majin's gaze slowly lowered again, dropping back to look at the elevator doors. "I guess so. It could be worse though. They could just put it off until they got around to it themselves."

A sharp, bark of a laugh rose from the be-suited carpet-creature at that, setting the well-groomed fur of his face to shaking. "Can't argue with that. Rather do the running myself than be the one doing the waiting."

"Waiting sucks," Graower chimed in.

"Couldn't agree more, kid," the carpet-man rumbled.

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Character Count: 2428