Post by Vi-Poi on Mar 14, 2017 4:47:59 GMT
Vi-Poi turned and spread his arms. “So how do I look?”
The veteran secretary of King Castle, who’d served under both Bao and his predecessor, Noudelle Pasti, gave a little whinny and a shrug of her shoulders. “Like you’re ready to go trick-or-treating.”
Vi-Poi sighed, arms falling. “I’m supposed to look mysterious and maybe a little foreboding.”
Noudelle was unfazed.
Was it the mask? It could have been the mask. The ancient Arcosian headpiece he’d borrowed from the Space Agency made his voice sound muffled. Still, it concealed his face completely, and the quirky purple hoody with its big floppy rabbit ears he’d found in a downtown Karinga Tribe pawnshop finished the job. The slick and probably-lying salesman said it was a representation of the Angry Wind Spirit, or something like that. He liked the ears.
Noudelle leaned forward, squinting. “I don’t see it,” She said gravely, shaking her head. “You look like one of those kids that go waste all their zeni at the comic book conventions.”
Vi-Poi glanced down. “Do you think I need battle greaves instead of jeans?”
“No,” She said, shaking her head. “But I don’t know why you want to go to that terrible place anyway.”
Vi-Poi folded his arms. “Because it’s called spying, and I’m the best one for the job.”
“All that gambling,” Noudelle said, still shaking her head. “All those low, lost people. What can you learn there?”
Vi-Poi crouched to finish the laces on his Warpverse. Once he made the bunny-ears with the laces, he could feel them spooling up. “Lots. Whether or not it’s the spearhead of an invasion into Arcosian space, for one. Or whether the Mazoku are focusing elsewhere.” He straightened, stepping towards the open window.
“You should stay here. You once told me your friend Bing Gan made a mistake, going off to fight without any friends.”
Vi-Poi waved a hand over his shoulder as he floated up and into the sky. “Yeah, well, I'm not going to fight. I’ll be fine. I’ll beam you e-mails while I’m gone. Keep my plants alive!” He shot up into the air, setting course for what was generally considered the armpit of the galaxy.
The veteran secretary of King Castle, who’d served under both Bao and his predecessor, Noudelle Pasti, gave a little whinny and a shrug of her shoulders. “Like you’re ready to go trick-or-treating.”
Vi-Poi sighed, arms falling. “I’m supposed to look mysterious and maybe a little foreboding.”
Noudelle was unfazed.
Was it the mask? It could have been the mask. The ancient Arcosian headpiece he’d borrowed from the Space Agency made his voice sound muffled. Still, it concealed his face completely, and the quirky purple hoody with its big floppy rabbit ears he’d found in a downtown Karinga Tribe pawnshop finished the job. The slick and probably-lying salesman said it was a representation of the Angry Wind Spirit, or something like that. He liked the ears.
Noudelle leaned forward, squinting. “I don’t see it,” She said gravely, shaking her head. “You look like one of those kids that go waste all their zeni at the comic book conventions.”
Vi-Poi glanced down. “Do you think I need battle greaves instead of jeans?”
“No,” She said, shaking her head. “But I don’t know why you want to go to that terrible place anyway.”
Vi-Poi folded his arms. “Because it’s called spying, and I’m the best one for the job.”
“All that gambling,” Noudelle said, still shaking her head. “All those low, lost people. What can you learn there?”
Vi-Poi crouched to finish the laces on his Warpverse. Once he made the bunny-ears with the laces, he could feel them spooling up. “Lots. Whether or not it’s the spearhead of an invasion into Arcosian space, for one. Or whether the Mazoku are focusing elsewhere.” He straightened, stepping towards the open window.
“You should stay here. You once told me your friend Bing Gan made a mistake, going off to fight without any friends.”
Vi-Poi waved a hand over his shoulder as he floated up and into the sky. “Yeah, well, I'm not going to fight. I’ll be fine. I’ll beam you e-mails while I’m gone. Keep my plants alive!” He shot up into the air, setting course for what was generally considered the armpit of the galaxy.