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 grinned and turned the little screen back towards herself, so that she could look for a good place to go. She didn't realize that Juro couldn't read the map well, but since he was letting her take the initiative for the moment and find them a place to stay, it probably didn't matter. She could read the map fairly well, herself. It was actually better than some of the maps she'd seen back at her home in Morrowind, and none of them were so wonderfully interactive! She could chose a spot on the map, and the little journal would give her information about it! Of course, the problem was that a lot of the places didn't seem to be the kind of thing they were looking for.

After a moment, she stopped picking dots at random and started looking at places near where they apparently were. This proved to be very successful, as the Khajiit immediately found what she was looking for on the first location she picked. "Oh! Here, Juro!" She said, glancing up at her companion. "There is a place called... Actua Are near here... Oh! And another place called... Haja o... uh..." she stared at the odd name for a moment, then tried to pronounce it, mangling it somewhat, "Haja o qwee how-ver? Hoh-ver?" She blinked, then gave up on the name. "They are both places to stay. Ahnassi does not care which one we pick... Would Juro like to go to Actua Are, or the place with the funny name?"

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Juro had a 'what?' expression plastered on his face as he listened to Ahnassi try to pronounce the names. "The hell kind of odd names are those?" he said, and then continued in more of a mumble: "Can't anybody name anything with a decent name anymore...?"

He sniffed. "I don't care where we go, as long as it's decent. Though perhaps we should go to the place with the more normal name - I don't know if I'd trust a place with a name like...like...oh heck, whatever it was."