Gate trouble. That was the only possible explanation. She must have gone through a poorly calibrated gate and ended up here in Aqures Ixen. But there was no such place as "Aqures Ixen," not in Tyria and she highly doubted she was in the Mists. How, exactly, did some moron mess up a gate so badly it transported her to what she can only assume was some other world? Sure, quite a few krewes make their discoveries by accident, but it was like being so stupid it went beyond idiot and somehow made its way to the other end of the intelligence scale at genius.
Zojja just didn't like the idea of having to credit an inept gatekeeper for this discovery of the existence of another world. When she got back to Rata Sum, she would have to publish her findings on this.
"Ah...Zojja? Kupo?"
Oh right, she still had that puffball with her. Hovering about a foot above her head was the moogle that had been assigned to her. He had a most unfortunate name of Kupu, which not only sounded ridiculous because of a moogle's tendency to slip in the word kupo everywhere, but because the name was very similar to that of someone she knew. Someone she disliked thinking about. Although it did make her wonder how moogle naming conventions worked.
Because in asuran, Kupu would definitely be a girl's name. If Kupu was born an asura, that would have meant his parents would have hated him and that would just be sad.
"What is it? It better be important."
"Just...are you hungry? We're passing by the food stands right now, kupo."
Unlike the aforementioned jerk she didn't like thinking about, Kupu was rather timid and to be fair to him, obedient. Like he'd be a perfect personal servant. Of course, she wouldn't use that word out loud. Something more like..."errand runner" would be good
"I suppose. I better get used to the food here if I'm going to stay here for a while."
And she was certain that it would just be a while. This was just a temporary visit, she had far more important things to be doing back at where she came from. Either way, it's difficult to think on an empty stomach, so the three foot tall asura made her way over to the nearest stand to browse the selection. After giving it precisely five seconds of thought, a claw tapping her chin, she turned to the nearest person to ask, "What's good here?"
Fireworks
Ah, fireworks. Now this was something Zojja was familiar with. She never had much of an opinion on them. Fireworks explode in pretty colors and generally, she was not interested in explosions unless it was her enemies doing the exploding. She would have retreated right back to the house she had been given, but Kupu somehow convinced her to stay for the fireworks show. So as long as she was there, she might as well enjoy it.
That is, she would if she could see anything.
It seems like the entire population of Aqures Ixen turned out for the fireworks show and there were just too many tall things here. Humans and those mutated hylek things. Hypello. Whatever.
Whatever vantage points she could use to sit on were already being occupied by moogles and Tarutaru. It was inconvenient, to say the least. And it had become so crowded she'd have to push her way through the crowd in order to leave.
"Sorry, kupo," Kupu apologized. "I didn't think it would be this crowded here."
"Ugh, if only I had Mr. Sparkles," Zojja huffed. She could ride him. Or she could use him to clear a path to leave. Either or.
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Gate trouble. That was the only possible explanation. She must have gone through a poorly calibrated gate and ended up here in Aqures Ixen. But there was no such place as "Aqures Ixen," not in Tyria and she highly doubted she was in the Mists. How, exactly, did some moron mess up a gate so badly it transported her to what she can only assume was some other world? Sure, quite a few krewes make their discoveries by accident, but it was like being so stupid it went beyond idiot and somehow made its way to the other end of the intelligence scale at genius.
Zojja just didn't like the idea of having to credit an inept gatekeeper for this discovery of the existence of another world. When she got back to Rata Sum, she would have to publish her findings on this.
"Ah...Zojja? Kupo?"
Oh right, she still had that puffball with her. Hovering about a foot above her head was the moogle that had been assigned to her. He had a most unfortunate name of Kupu, which not only sounded ridiculous because of a moogle's tendency to slip in the word kupo everywhere, but because the name was very similar to that of someone she knew. Someone she disliked thinking about. Although it did make her wonder how moogle naming conventions worked.
Because in asuran, Kupu would definitely be a girl's name. If Kupu was born an asura, that would have meant his parents would have hated him and that would just be sad.
"What is it? It better be important."
"Just...are you hungry? We're passing by the food stands right now, kupo."
Unlike the aforementioned jerk she didn't like thinking about, Kupu was rather timid and to be fair to him, obedient. Like he'd be a perfect personal servant. Of course, she wouldn't use that word out loud. Something more like..."errand runner" would be good
"I suppose. I better get used to the food here if I'm going to stay here for a while."
And she was certain that it would just be a while. This was just a temporary visit, she had far more important things to be doing back at where she came from. Either way, it's difficult to think on an empty stomach, so the three foot tall asura made her way over to the nearest stand to browse the selection. After giving it precisely five seconds of thought, a claw tapping her chin, she turned to the nearest person to ask, "What's good here?"
Fireworks
Ah, fireworks. Now this was something Zojja was familiar with. She never had much of an opinion on them. Fireworks explode in pretty colors and generally, she was not interested in explosions unless it was her enemies doing the exploding. She would have retreated right back to the house she had been given, but Kupu somehow convinced her to stay for the fireworks show. So as long as she was there, she might as well enjoy it.
That is, she would if she could see anything.
It seems like the entire population of Aqures Ixen turned out for the fireworks show and there were just too many tall things here. Humans and those mutated hylek things. Hypello. Whatever.
Whatever vantage points she could use to sit on were already being occupied by moogles and Tarutaru. It was inconvenient, to say the least. And it had become so crowded she'd have to push her way through the crowd in order to leave.
"Sorry, kupo," Kupu apologized. "I didn't think it would be this crowded here."
"Ugh, if only I had Mr. Sparkles," Zojja huffed. She could ride him. Or she could use him to clear a path to leave. Either or.