Demyx was more than happy to just walk along with the caravan, though he did kind of wonder what would happen to them after this- it wasn't like they'd gotten whisked off with any money or anything. He didn't even have his lute anymore, which made him really sad. But it would all work out ok in the end. Probably. For now, he just walked at a steady pass, humming and occasionally walking a little faster or slower so he could talk to someone.
She'd rather have been running. There was more in running. This, while she could appreciate it, was hot, and taking forever, and really she just wanted to go back to the oasis and jump in the water and never come out.
At least there were people to talk to while they walked. That helped a lot.
"That's a nice song," Leslie commented, eventually falling into step next to Demyx. "Where'd you hear it?"
"Thanks!" Demyx smiled down at the girl. "I don't remember. Can't remember the words either right now, which isn't fun, but I'll remember them eventually. Hopefully."
He was getting sick of walking though. "I wonder when we'll get... wherever we're going. It's been a while."
"It'll be one of those four-in-the-morning realizations," she laughed. "The kind where you wake up suddenly and get an idea or remember something, and then you're up the rest of the night."
Leslie glanced down at her shoes, covered in sand and in need of a good scrubbing. She gave Demyx a shrug. "Who knows around here." If only they had something to do. "Know any good travel games?"
Frederick, if the guards will let him (Wednesday)that_hedgehogOctober 15 2009, 05:42:10 UTC
So far, it had been a long day of walking- just like the day before, and the day before that. Going so slow was making Sonic antsy, and anyway, there wasn't too much to do aside from wait for the shaman to tell everyone where to go.
So he decided to give talking to Frederick another try. He wanted to know more about the humans, the prophecy- and the guy himself.
He trotted up to the line of guards that separated the royalty from the commoners. "I'd like to talk to the Prince," he said to one of them. "If that's alright with you."
The guards did, in fact, let Sonic pass; Frederick was just ahead of them, on horseback, his face impassive. From his expression, it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.
His eyes flicked to Sonic, at his approach. He nodded, once -- an invitation to begin speaking.
Wednesday evening (anyone can tag, Bret isn't paying attention XP)weedyshyguyOctober 15 2009, 15:35:29 UTC
As they walk, Bret is doing his best to keep Cho company but eventually they run out of ideas for twenty questions and fall into a companionable silence. Bret can't help but fill it with snatches of the melody that has started forming in his head. It's sort of repetitive and he only has a few words to go with it. By the third day it occurs to him how annoying this must be.
Apologizing, he decides he'll try to get whatever passes for alone time in a caravan and starts drifting through the crowd, doing his best not to stay near any one person for too long for fear of irritating them.
He isn't really paying much attention to his route and probably passes the same people again and again without realizing as he weaves back and forth through the crowd.
Tails glanced at Bret as he passed by...again. He didn't actually know him, but he'd seen the man spending time with Cho and figured he must be a friend of hers. Figuring it couldn't hurt anything, the fox reached ut and lightly tapped Bret before he was out of arm's length. "Excuse me."
whatever poor guard comes within speaking distancecalculusdragonOctober 15 2009, 22:25:36 UTC
Temeraire was getting tired of flying in short spurts, waiting around then flying after the caravan until he caught up to the tail end. It didn't make a lot of sense to have to follow the shaman so closely, but he wasn't about to go off on his own when everyone else was with the caravan. After a while he decided to just walk along with the caravan for a while, imagining the market and Jericho. It was too bad he didn't have any money, and anyway he wasn't sure how much time he'd have to explore, with the big battle coming up.
Then Temeraire suddenly had a Brilliant Idea. He walked a little closer to everyone else than usual and called out to the nearest guard, "Excuse me, Guardsman, may I speak with you for a moment?"
Maxwell was taking his turn leading a pack animal, which spooked at the sound and proximity of Temeraire, naturally. He placed his hand on the animal's neck to calm it, whispering soothing words in a soft voice. Then he turned to answer the question posed to him. "Yes, of course." Because, really, how did you say 'no' to a dragon?
"How much do you get paid, to be a guard? I am very curious about the system of money here," he said, trying to disguise his real purpose a bit, feigning casual interest.
That was... not what he'd been expecting. "It is a great honour to be chosen to protect the Royal family. That trust is worth more than any monetary compensation." It was the right thing to say. Also, he'd never actually ha anyone ask him how much he made before. Was that even proper?
Daxter sighed a little overdramatically, looking around at the endless stretch of desert around them. The caravan seemed to be getting nowhere. Thankfully he'd been accommodated by one of the worldwalkers and allowed to hitch a ride on his shoulder. Unsurpisingly it was the mute one too. Now that brought back memories.
Cris was almost surprised to hear the... thing... sitting on the man's shoulder let out a sigh. Almost. Because he'd seen the talking cat and that blue... other thing... at the meeting back in the oasis. So the look he gave this new creature was one of only slight surprise.
Even so, it quickly melted into a sympathetic smile.
Daxter shot Cris a grin coupled with a shrug. Not much could be done for the time being. But the Ottsel had to admit this place had its good points...namely the fact that people didn't give him the evil eye the instant they noticed him. "How's it goin'?" he asked.
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She'd rather have been running. There was more in running. This, while she could appreciate it, was hot, and taking forever, and really she just wanted to go back to the oasis and jump in the water and never come out.
At least there were people to talk to while they walked. That helped a lot.
"That's a nice song," Leslie commented, eventually falling into step next to Demyx. "Where'd you hear it?"
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He was getting sick of walking though. "I wonder when we'll get... wherever we're going. It's been a while."
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Leslie glanced down at her shoes, covered in sand and in need of a good scrubbing. She gave Demyx a shrug. "Who knows around here." If only they had something to do. "Know any good travel games?"
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So he decided to give talking to Frederick another try. He wanted to know more about the humans, the prophecy- and the guy himself.
He trotted up to the line of guards that separated the royalty from the commoners. "I'd like to talk to the Prince," he said to one of them. "If that's alright with you."
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His eyes flicked to Sonic, at his approach. He nodded, once -- an invitation to begin speaking.
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Sonic looked up- boy, Prince Frederick was way up there. Stupid horses.
He decided to look forward instead. Also: totally time to put on the serious face.
"I've been wanting to hear more about this prophecy."
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Frederick frowned, a hint.
"There isn't much to tell," said Frederick. "It was brought to a shaman named Noreen, fifteen years ago, by one of the gods."
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Apologizing, he decides he'll try to get whatever passes for alone time in a caravan and starts drifting through the crowd, doing his best not to stay near any one person for too long for fear of irritating them.
He isn't really paying much attention to his route and probably passes the same people again and again without realizing as he weaves back and forth through the crowd.
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"Oh." Bret looked down, giving a hesitant smile. It's the fox...thing. "Hello."
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Then Temeraire suddenly had a Brilliant Idea. He walked a little closer to everyone else than usual and called out to the nearest guard, "Excuse me, Guardsman, may I speak with you for a moment?"
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Even so, it quickly melted into a sympathetic smile.
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He gave another small smile, as if to say, Well, what can you do. "My name's Cris."
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