A Rat Sample [action]
[There is suddenly a very, very tall creature in the entranceway, something like a cross between a person and a rat, her fur a dusty grey--not that anyone would be able to see much of it: most of her body is covered by a red jacket, the front emblazoned with what seems to be a royal crest; she almost seems like a knight. Her eyes are closed and her head is down; one long, four-fingered hand held out palm-upward, as if until she had closed her eyes she'd been looking at it. Her Seal is in it now, though she does not seem to have noticed.]
[In her right hand rests a thin lance, made out of some dark material, maybe lavender or purple, nearly as tall as she was. Though she seems relaxed, as if listening to something, her grip on the spear is tight and unyielding, a firm strength belying how thin she seems.]
[Finally, Freya's eyes open, her green gaze staring down at the Seal, wondering what had happened to the music box; it had played such a pretty, rainlike tune. It reminded her of Burmecia. What this thing is she has no idea, but she has learned not to throw such objects away, and so it is swiftly deposited into a pocket as she looks up.]
[And freezes.]
Zidane? ... Vivi?
[There is no answer, at least not from the voice she expects to hear. Is this some part of Memoria that the others had not been taken to? But what place on Gaia would have such an elaborate building? Not even Alexandria in the height of its political authority could not have built something so lavish as this.]
[The lance makes an ominous whooshing sound as she spins it around, moving into a guarded stance. She is no longer relaxed, but tense. What fell magic has brought her here? What about her companions, still trapped in Memoria?]
[Her claws make loud clacking sounds as she moves forward across the floor, slowly, looking around. Odds are, she'll have attracted attention by now...]
[In her right hand rests a thin lance, made out of some dark material, maybe lavender or purple, nearly as tall as she was. Though she seems relaxed, as if listening to something, her grip on the spear is tight and unyielding, a firm strength belying how thin she seems.]
[Finally, Freya's eyes open, her green gaze staring down at the Seal, wondering what had happened to the music box; it had played such a pretty, rainlike tune. It reminded her of Burmecia. What this thing is she has no idea, but she has learned not to throw such objects away, and so it is swiftly deposited into a pocket as she looks up.]
[And freezes.]
Zidane? ... Vivi?
[There is no answer, at least not from the voice she expects to hear. Is this some part of Memoria that the others had not been taken to? But what place on Gaia would have such an elaborate building? Not even Alexandria in the height of its political authority could not have built something so lavish as this.]
[The lance makes an ominous whooshing sound as she spins it around, moving into a guarded stance. She is no longer relaxed, but tense. What fell magic has brought her here? What about her companions, still trapped in Memoria?]
[Her claws make loud clacking sounds as she moves forward across the floor, slowly, looking around. Odds are, she'll have attracted attention by now...]