A thirty minute train ride wasn't that bad. It would take much longer walking all the way over to the gate. At about halfway to Muspelheim, he spent most of the time thinking how crazy it has been between him and Marco. How could he be in two different places at the same time, back home and at Paixao? It just wasn't possible. Besides, he showed Marco that he had no chimpanzee morph. All the speculation about his memories or some of his morphing being blocked was just a little too much to take in, on top of all the odd stuff going on in this city.
He also thought about Vitani, of course. He was sure this lioness (or perhaps an actress in a huge furry lioness costume) wasn't responsible for killing an innocent woman. She just arrived to Paixao. This wasn't really of his business, but he wondered if Vitani would know who was responsible in spite of that.
Maybe it was a better idea to not bring it up. It would cause him to stay longer than necessary. If he was out too long, Marco would no doubt go looking for him, in gorilla morph most likely.
Just chill, and not get so close. Everything should be fine, he told himself. Vitani sounded civil over the journal network. She seemed to accept his help without any objection.
Jake stepped off the train with the potato sack in hand. He had to shake all the dust out and find a pair of scissors to make handles. The gate itself was just a little farther. Walking and looking for either a nutcase or the actual lion from an animation he vaguely remembered didn't feel so suspicious in a place that had Illusion-Fog and people walking around with literally no hearts. That sort of thing must have happened a lot in this bizarro world.
...As he saw the big and open gate entrance looming above some buildings ahead of him, he moved through a crowd of the native blonde citizens he dubbed as "Nobles" for only how they dressed. They weren't actually noble in the slightest sense. Jake didn't pay any attention to them or what they were talking about, as they paid no attention to him. In heading past the line of shops and other places he recognized, he believed he heard Vitani's voice. Barely. Jake stopped, as he saw not just an actual lioness, but a male lion with her.
They're real. They sure looked like African big cats all right, as he looked surprised in standing several feet away from them. They were speaking in words, not roaring--what about, he felt unable to guess at.
This will be continuing off from the first subthread. :)
He also thought about Vitani, of course. He was sure this lioness (or perhaps an actress in a huge furry lioness costume) wasn't responsible for killing an innocent woman. She just arrived to Paixao. This wasn't really of his business, but he wondered if Vitani would know who was responsible in spite of that.
Maybe it was a better idea to not bring it up. It would cause him to stay longer than necessary. If he was out too long, Marco would no doubt go looking for him, in gorilla morph most likely.
Just chill, and not get so close. Everything should be fine, he told himself. Vitani sounded civil over the journal network. She seemed to accept his help without any objection.
Jake stepped off the train with the potato sack in hand. He had to shake all the dust out and find a pair of scissors to make handles. The gate itself was just a little farther. Walking and looking for either a nutcase or the actual lion from an animation he vaguely remembered didn't feel so suspicious in a place that had Illusion-Fog and people walking around with literally no hearts. That sort of thing must have happened a lot in this bizarro world.
...As he saw the big and open gate entrance looming above some buildings ahead of him, he moved through a crowd of the native blonde citizens he dubbed as "Nobles" for only how they dressed. They weren't actually noble in the slightest sense. Jake didn't pay any attention to them or what they were talking about, as they paid no attention to him. In heading past the line of shops and other places he recognized, he believed he heard Vitani's voice. Barely. Jake stopped, as he saw not just an actual lioness, but a male lion with her.
They're real. They sure looked like African big cats all right, as he looked surprised in standing several feet away from them. They were speaking in words, not roaring--what about, he felt unable to guess at.