Here mini mini mini ~ He had stolen fish.
He had mastered skeeball.
He had successfully outsmarted a ninja.
As far as Merope was concerned, he considered himself to be a member of the elite and elusive ninja. Sort’ve. Somewhat. To an extent. Look, it wasn’t
his fault that he got lost in the ninja’s dojo and had to have a ninja vulpes show him the way out.
Okay, so maybe the ninja vulpes that was following him was only following him to make sure that he didn’t come back. Not that he knew any better, really. Nor was he aware of the dangerous ninja vs pirate war he would inevitably start as soon as he returned to his dormroom with the ninja vulpes in tow.
Merope would be in for quite the surprise whenever he did make it back. Now, however, he had a task in front of him.
The gym itself intimidated him. Rust was something he was quite familiar with -- it was hard, harsh and unforgiving. He had lost countless scales to their rough edge when he was scavenging for things his Leader could use back home. Rust was also one of the first painful lessons he had learned that did not involve another of his kind.
Merope’s fins were pressed tightly against him as he stared at the gym, forcing himself to push back the early unlife memories. There was no way he was going to repeat what he did at the dojo here. As fun as it was to sneak around on his belly, this wasn’t the time or place for it -- a pity, really. Maybe the next place he can slink in again.
On his own two feet Merope clicked his way into the gym, stopping after a couple steps to look at his feet. His feet had toughened up considerably since he had first enrolled at Amityville, back when he was quite the tenderfoot even by undead standards. Even so, the rough rusted floor of Time Out’s gym was enough to make the undead lost-fathoms leviathan recoil slightly in disgust. The floor felt awful under his feet, too rough and unpleasant. His talons were also getting scuffed by flakes of rust. Hopefully later he wouldn’t have to spend time digging the flakes out.
Merope glanced over at the clocks that were piled up, shaking his head negatively at the time demon’s question. He wasn’t interested in badges (even if it meant the inevitable self-kicking later as students in the dorms compared badges and gossiped about getting them; but then again, Merope was starting to become used to being alone). As Time Out began his story, Merope carefully and quickly began to inch away, ducking behind another pile of knick-knacks to escape the long-winded story.
The result? He had no idea where in the gym he was.
Quote:
7, 5, 6
* - First dice determines if you even come across a mini pet.
* - Odd you have no luck, but Even you do.
Merope did not run into anyone or anything as he wandered around the gym, but at least he stumbled across the exit. He left, stopping by the door long enough to wipe his feet clean on the grass as if that simple act would get rid of the sensation that still lingered on his feet.
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