Post by Vivi Ornitier on Jun 6, 2018 16:41:42 GMT -5
Far below the gnarled twisting limbs of the jungle canopy, a considerably small traveler waddled his wandering way over thick mossy logs, waded near dangerous hippopotamus infested water and weaved himself through tall crunching stalks of...something. Vivi didn't know the first thing about what was indigenous in a jungle much less a jungle from a different world. To be perfectly honest, the little black mage wasn't entirely sure why he was there enduring all of it in the first place. It was just that he'd gotten a strange feeling when he set his eyes on the place. He just couldn't help but feel like there was something here he was supposed to see. Captain Steiner would have chided him in an instant to waste time in a place like this. Vivi's smile was hidden in the shadow of his wide-rimmed flopping hat but there was a down side too. The more the mage found himself reminiscing about his friends the more apparent it started to become to him that he was no closer to finding any of them...and that he might never, in fact, find them again...at least not before it was too late.
Vivi made a very careful and painful thud toward a lower shelf rock. he'd never been very athletic and these slippery rocks by the waterfall weren't particularly forgiving of the ever clumsy individual. He landed with another wince-worthy thud on his bottom before getting back up and smoothing out his coat and adjusting his hat. Though it was obvious the jungle could be a dangerous place if you weren't careful, Vivi was surprised to find himself feeling pretty at peace up there by the waterfall. Something just told him to glance over his shoulder. There was a mossy rock clearing behind him and there at its center was a person. A small one...a girl! Blinking in confusion he began an awkward hopping decent down the shelf rocks. "H, Hey!" he called trying to get her attention, hoping that she was alright. She looked as out of place as he did out there, but from where he was he just wasn't getting a very close look and by the time he was getting anywhere his shoes, not remotely built for this sort of travel let him slip and tumble the rest of the way to the jungle floor. He uttered a small whimper upon his very ungraceful fall this time toward his face, but slowly he lifted himself onto his knees by his palms and he struggled with the front of his hat to re-adjust it.
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