This was just the best thing that could happen to him. White whipped in the wind that would have probably chilled someone to the bone if they were exposed to it long enough. For Glasere Uller, though, rather liked the cold, obviously.
He quickly caught up to the rest of the small group that were heading toward Finkelstein's Old Labs. He knew what everyone else knew knew about this place and the man who was that legendary. He pushed a hand through his bangs as he fought the wind and growled harder when he nearly got knocked off his feet for not actually paying attention with sole focus. Ugh.
“Here I thought getting out was a good thing for me,” Uller muttered to himself, barely able to hear over the wind that howled through trees. “But nooooo. Never.”
And because he was talking, Uller finally tripped and fell, sliding a little on his knees before he braced himself with his hands and hissed in pain. Something clattered to the ground, but before he could figure out what it was, Uller was being picked up by one of the museum helpers and shuffled inside. Ugh, whatever, it probably wasn't important anyway. Uller peeled the gloves off his hands to look at the wounds as he stood with the rest of the class, listening to the teacher babble on about facts they could read in the pamphlet they could read if they wanted to.
Once he realized that he wasn't actually hurt, Uller rubbed his face and then tried to get his hair under control as he started to wander around away from the group.
It smelled old in here. Like old people, and just dust, and filth. The boil's nose wrinkled as he ran a finger over a display case and just sighed thickly. “Disgusting,” he spat out. He pulled the glove back over his hand and hissed. “They could at least afford to clean this place up. This is absolutely--” He was cut off by actually looking into a display case.
Ew… Cool. He peered back at the things staring, wriggling and gasping in the case. Black eyes quickly read the case and Uller smirked a little. Poor things weren't really alive, nor dead, nor would he classify them undead. Honestly, they were just that, experiments. Oh well. The stag rolled his shoulders and shifted to push a hand over his face as he wandered further away. He wouldn't be able to shake the feeling someone was watching him, would he? Probably not here.
Either way, Uller continued to walk away from the group, going off to read things on his own. It was easier this way. He wasn't… really alone but he wasn't with a crowd. It was pretty perfect, in all honesty.
Since his break up with Etzer, Uller both wanted nothing to do with anyone, but wanted to not be alone. Trips like this made it easy.
Slowly reaching out again, Uller tapped one of the display cases to see a creature turn and try to get at his finger for food or something and then just snorted. Poor guy was so hungry wasn't he? He almost felt bad for it. Almost. He was sympathetic to a lot and he hated himself.
“Uuuugh.”
Looking around after about twenty minutes and finally realizing how quite it was, Uller realized he was completely alone. The group had went off somewhere else and he was here and ….where was here? Yep, lost.
“Jack damn it, really?” He moved at a brisk pace, trying to find the group.
Instead he found his way to the exit of one building and saw a giant squid in the lake with a bridge going across it. He saw what looked like one of his class mate's walk into the building on the other side and then mentally cursed.
Oooh, the stag hated bridges, he hated squid. This was no good.
Make it quick, Glasere, you can do it.
With that, he ran for his life, ran as fast as his legs could take him across the bridge. The bridged wobbled and creaked under him as the squid tried to grab him, missing because it was too slow for a stag.
When he finally reached the other side, Uller didn't dawdle. Oh, no. He ran into the other building and met up with the rest of the group where he stayed for the remainder of the trip.
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