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<div align=center>It had only been a handful of hours since she had crash landed onto this island and already it was as if she knew and conquered the place. Not in an empirical sense, though her personal sense of satisfaction almost matched that level. By herself and her familiar she had initiated the epic quest after losing her ship and home across what seemed like miles of beach sand and grass, up until the black asphalt of the gigantic academy's parking lot. In all honesty however everything looked giant and was equally a massive challenge. But it was easy to think of everything as a massive quest or trial to be conquered however when you are only four-and-a-half inches tall.
So through the school's front doors the young lady bursted in, hands tightly grasped upon a leather bridle connecting to the mouth of a slightly overweight European badger. The generously oversized pelt of a slain squirrel dragged along the silver back of her 'steed', shifting as she warily twisted her head in all directions. She freed her left hand to hover above a sewing needle clipped to her side as she was ready to strike at a moment's notice. Her tiny face was cold, almost permanently cast into a wary scowl. This world wasn't to be trusted, and she knew this more than anyone.
In a swaying stride the mustelid approached the counter, a cute dragon-shaped raft tragically deflated and dragging behind it. It looked back to the tiny young woman on top of his back, her nodding in approval. Well, this was it. The moment of truth. The sign behind them urged visitors to sign in and ring a bell. Now, the problem was how they were going to do so.
Of course for her this was a feat easy to overtake. A rope of faded twine was clipped to her other side, her hands grasping onto it. The two glanced at each other before in an effortless motion the badger bumped its head up, allowing her to sail through the air. At that very moment the warrior-woman unhooked the rope, lassoing it onto a pen in a cup nearby. With this she hoisted herself to the counter. With a flip she landed on her mouse-leather boots without any sort of recoil. It was as if she rehearsed this very moment.
In front of her conveniently was the silver bell, the pedal itching to be tapped. And with a stomp of her foot, she did so, only to stumble back clutching her ears. "Gah! She yelped, cursing under her breath. In concern the badger stood on its hind legs, tilting its head. The girl shook her head however as if it was nothing. She was more concern on the fact there wasn't anyone here, or anyone answering for a minute or so at least.
Is anyone here? The thought dug at the back of the girl's head, the process of the badger's train of thinking telepathically exchanging with his 'owner'. The girl shook her head, tapping her foot impatiently against the counter.
"Perhaps this will turn out to be an ambush... Feldspar, be on the ready. The tiny lady grumbled out, drawing her sword with intent to slice whatever comes out from behind the counter.
The badger made a sighing-grunt noise, turning away from her. The whole world's not out to get you, y'know. With that, he perked up, hoping that his friend would calm down. Just relax, I'm sure there'll be- Hey look! Twinkies!
The young woman ignored her companion's insistence on artificially flavored goodness trapped behind the glass of the lobby's vending machine. Her cohort had a weakness for those sorts of things, where she had despised them. So naturally she left him alone to retrieve the snack, only to find a few seconds later that he was stuck inside the flap of the metal box. Fantastic.
She looked from the counter to watch as the badger was caught halfway in the opening, underestimating his ability to wind around tight spaces. It squirmed, making whining-type noises as it tried to assess its unfortunate predicament. With this further urgency was placed forth to find out just who was behind this wretched establishment. The girl tapped the bell again once more, posing with her leg cocked up and her hands at her puny hips. She needed answers and she needed them soon.
"I request assistance! Answer or face the consequences!</div>
So through the school's front doors the young lady bursted in, hands tightly grasped upon a leather bridle connecting to the mouth of a slightly overweight European badger. The generously oversized pelt of a slain squirrel dragged along the silver back of her 'steed', shifting as she warily twisted her head in all directions. She freed her left hand to hover above a sewing needle clipped to her side as she was ready to strike at a moment's notice. Her tiny face was cold, almost permanently cast into a wary scowl. This world wasn't to be trusted, and she knew this more than anyone.
In a swaying stride the mustelid approached the counter, a cute dragon-shaped raft tragically deflated and dragging behind it. It looked back to the tiny young woman on top of his back, her nodding in approval. Well, this was it. The moment of truth. The sign behind them urged visitors to sign in and ring a bell. Now, the problem was how they were going to do so.
Of course for her this was a feat easy to overtake. A rope of faded twine was clipped to her other side, her hands grasping onto it. The two glanced at each other before in an effortless motion the badger bumped its head up, allowing her to sail through the air. At that very moment the warrior-woman unhooked the rope, lassoing it onto a pen in a cup nearby. With this she hoisted herself to the counter. With a flip she landed on her mouse-leather boots without any sort of recoil. It was as if she rehearsed this very moment.
In front of her conveniently was the silver bell, the pedal itching to be tapped. And with a stomp of her foot, she did so, only to stumble back clutching her ears. "Gah! She yelped, cursing under her breath. In concern the badger stood on its hind legs, tilting its head. The girl shook her head however as if it was nothing. She was more concern on the fact there wasn't anyone here, or anyone answering for a minute or so at least.
Is anyone here? The thought dug at the back of the girl's head, the process of the badger's train of thinking telepathically exchanging with his 'owner'. The girl shook her head, tapping her foot impatiently against the counter.
"Perhaps this will turn out to be an ambush... Feldspar, be on the ready. The tiny lady grumbled out, drawing her sword with intent to slice whatever comes out from behind the counter.
The badger made a sighing-grunt noise, turning away from her. The whole world's not out to get you, y'know. With that, he perked up, hoping that his friend would calm down. Just relax, I'm sure there'll be- Hey look! Twinkies!
The young woman ignored her companion's insistence on artificially flavored goodness trapped behind the glass of the lobby's vending machine. Her cohort had a weakness for those sorts of things, where she had despised them. So naturally she left him alone to retrieve the snack, only to find a few seconds later that he was stuck inside the flap of the metal box. Fantastic.
She looked from the counter to watch as the badger was caught halfway in the opening, underestimating his ability to wind around tight spaces. It squirmed, making whining-type noises as it tried to assess its unfortunate predicament. With this further urgency was placed forth to find out just who was behind this wretched establishment. The girl tapped the bell again once more, posing with her leg cocked up and her hands at her puny hips. She needed answers and she needed them soon.
"I request assistance! Answer or face the consequences!</div>