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 Posted: Tue May 24, 2011 11:19 am
  This is a private roleplay between Ran [Logue] and Yue Lao [Face Your Demons].
Setting:
Noble Estates.
Yue Lao has wandered into the Noble Estates quite by accident, chasing Mr. Princess. He returned home hours ago, but the stupid ball of fluff is so good at hiding from her that she just kept on wandering around until she became horribly lost. Now she's trespassing, and she's looking for anyone who might know the way out-- but who would possibly be there and on her side? It's a race to get out before she's caught!
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2011 11:32 am
There were no words to describe Yue Lao's irritation with the layout of the city she lived in. Winding road after winding road, her sense of directions was poor at best. She adjusted her meteor hammer around her shoulder, as it was getting rather heavy, and idly secured the leather ties which held its casings in place. She kept poking herself with the spikes, and it was getting annoying, so Chishio had made little leather bags to keep them from doing her any harm on long trips. The meteor hammer and Yue Lao were inseparable; she loved having it with her. It calmed her down.
That was probably the only reason she hadn't yet run screaming into the setting sun over the fact she was yet again lost. This time, in unfriendly territory. Yue looked both ways, edged along the side of a home, and then peeked around the corner. No one. She planned her next move: darting from the house to a shrub. If only her friends could see her now, running from place to place, her eyes always frantically scanning. She really looked ridiculous.
Maybe she was overreacting, too, but she would really rather not get ambushed in a place with so many potential enemies. Stupid monkey. It was nothing but trouble. And yet she had loved it so profoundly when she got him. Yue sighed, and immediately covered her mouth, seeing if anyone had heard her.
What she wouldn't give for someone of her own allegiance, out here. But how could she even tell who was who?
"I can't, that's how," she muttered aloud to herself, having moved her hand. She sucked in a breath, eyed her next target, and darted. She had made it down two houses, when she realized suddenly: how would anyone tell she wasn't a noble, if she stopped acting this way? Well, probably the way she was dressed, but... She started to pretend she belonged there. Walked normally, her swagger in full swing, right down the road.
Too bad she still didn't know where the hell she was going.
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