He's a weasel, not a drowned rat! [complete]

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Character(s): Juro
Content: Juro roams the city in misery. But only because he doesn't like being rained on.
Setting: Vanaheim area, F3
Time: Hm...early afternoon.
Warnings: Juro's cranky.


Juro was MISERABLE.

He didn't know when he'd ever been this wet anytime in his recent history. Where had this weather come from? And how was it coming? There wasn't any sky to this place that he could see. He swore to himself as the water managed to find its way through to every single part of him. This isn't a city anymore, it's a damned river! he growled to himself.

He was already tired of splashing through puddles, tired of drenching himself even more - if that was even possible, anyways. Because of that, by the time he saw what appeared to be strange, shiny trees he ended up hopping up into one of them. They stank of some sort of metallic substance that made Juro want to grimace, but at least they offered some kind of relief from the rain. Of course, the inside of a building would have offered the best protection - but there was no way in hell Juro was about to go wading through even more of that water right now just to reach one.

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Ahnassi was actually a little surprised to hear that this wasn't the realm of Sheogorath... or any other daedra, apparently. That made her cirumstances even more confusing, but she supposed it might actually be better than that possibility. The daedra weren't exactly the friendliest sorts, for the most part. The city of Paixao was probably better without them around. Not that she'd ever say that, because if one of them was actually around, then she'd probably make him angry! Angry daedra were NOT nice people to have around, not one bit!

The Khajiit took out her pretty blue journal and opened it up, carefully pressing buttons as she tried to find the feature she'd just mentioned. "Yes, there are maps on these!" she exclaimed in a happy tone, turning the screen towards Juro to show him the little map of the city. "Ahnassi thinks they are very useful and is so happy that the nice man at the gates gave her one! It is such a NICE color too, don't you think? It matches your fur!" Well... kind of. It was blue, at least, although it was a bit brighter than the kamaitachi's fur was. Still, it was close enough for Ahnassi.

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Juro gave her a small, exasperated look. "Not really," he said, the faintest touch of a frown pulling at his lips as he flicked his gaze towards the maps. The most he could make of it was that it was comprised of various lines and shapes; he'd never been one much for looking at even normal maps, and this electronic map was no less clear to him.

Not that he'd admit it, though. "Very useful," he agreed, a bit gruffly. "So, um, let's go ahead and find someplace to stay with that thing, then."