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145. Trapdoor
Sep. 24th, 2013 06:44 pm[Sheena does her best work at night. Slipping around, darting shadow to shadow or fast leaps from rooftop to rooftop, feet barely touching the surface before she's off again in a hurry. The wings barely slow her down after enough chances to get used to them.
This isn't the town she went to sleep in, she thinks. No amount of maps and briefings could've prepared her for Sylvarant, though, and maybe this was just part of it. She spends a couple days looking for the Chosen, and can't find her - but she does find one of her traveling companions, living with a really annoying redhead in a house near the village square.
Approaching them might bring trouble.
Once she's all sorted and slightly less confused - and proportionately indignant about her situation and being somebody's pet experiment project - she spends most of her time training in the barracks, still doing the semi-stealthy roof patrol thing, this time while trying to get the drop on people, and...ready to play games of hide-and-seek or tag with any kids that might be wandering around. She'll even offer to start as It!]
This isn't the town she went to sleep in, she thinks. No amount of maps and briefings could've prepared her for Sylvarant, though, and maybe this was just part of it. She spends a couple days looking for the Chosen, and can't find her - but she does find one of her traveling companions, living with a really annoying redhead in a house near the village square.
Approaching them might bring trouble.
Once she's all sorted and slightly less confused - and proportionately indignant about her situation and being somebody's pet experiment project - she spends most of her time training in the barracks, still doing the semi-stealthy roof patrol thing, this time while trying to get the drop on people, and...ready to play games of hide-and-seek or tag with any kids that might be wandering around. She'll even offer to start as It!]
