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[attr="class","nalyrics"]Pretending to be strong saying I'm not afraid of anything
[attr="class","nabody"]It seemed the man called Mateus held little fondness for both her and the cat.
The Seeress remained expressionless throughout his suggestions. It wasn't that Yeul was attempting to give him the cold shoulder, no, her face was just always so...blank. Emotions barely bubbled up to the surface of the young girl's face. A full-on smile was as rare as an eyebrow raise when it came to the Seeress. She wasn't exactly aware of it either, similarly to how one is unaware of their own small quirks. Was this due to growing up with her stoic Guardian? Or perhaps it was an adapted trait from her years as Seeress? She knew not the answer, and quite plainly, she didn't much care about finding an answer. Though, perhaps, locating Cauis once more at the World Sight would return that knowledge to her.
"If such a deal is fair by your terms, then I'll accept." She coolly replied, her hands placed one atop the other in her lap. She straightened her back, and did her best to talk as refined as possible, similar to the man's speech - similar to the Seeress she truly was. "I'll take responsibility for the cat. I understand your qualms over its presence, I have them myself, but you are free to place the blame on my shoulders if it comes to it."
The cat, as if it had fully understood the conversation between the two, proceeded to show its distaste for Mateus. The little thing trotted off from its spot and hissed at him in a rather amusing way before high-tailing towards Yeul herself. It brushed its soft body against hers, and Yeul couldn't help but gently stroke its back as it retreated into the caravan with its prize.
Soon after the kitty had successfully hidden, the driver returned, a scowl present through his matted beard. "You! The money you gave me, it's no good! You think you can trick me? Think again!" And with that, he tossed her out.
Yeul remained composed throughout the ordeal, though her eyes had visibly widened during the scene. Once Eluma was outside, Yeul lightly leaned towards the exit of the caravan, staring at the evicted stowaway before the tarps were forcefully shut. A pin-prick of fear stabbed at one of Yeul's nerves; that easily could've been her. Her money was real, she knew that, she’d even double-checked its authenticity the night before by comparing it to Crowe's, but it was clear to her now how easy it would be to lose her placement here, and there was no way she'd get in by herself. Glancing back at the cat, who's eyes could faintly be seen from the darkness of the crates. Her stomach lightly fluttered at the thought of being thrown into the mud outside, but the young Seeress silently regained her tranquility as the chocobos began to move the cart.
The voyage was much wilder than she expected. At first, Yeul managed to stay upright by only exerting her core, but as the caravan dragged on, the physically-weak Seeress resorted to clinging onto the boards behind her to stay grounded. Her rear ended up beaten by the floorboards due to the constant ups and downs of the caravan's wheels on the uneven road, and more than once the back of her head crashed against the wall adjacent to her. During the hellish ride, Yeul also found herself gazing at Mateus. He had his own agenda, and obviously did want her around, but the same could've been stated for Yeul as well. She just...was less inclined to make it apparent. Besides, having another human to keep her company, no matter what his intentions were, was reassuring.
When the ride finally came to a stop, Yeul finally loosened her grip on the wood around her, frowning internally at the redness of her palms and the amount of tiny splinters she'd acquired. However, she learned that such tiny injuries were the least of her worries. It seems that the cart was to be searched.
Immediately, Yeul began to search for a way to hide. She gingerly climbed onto the base of a crate to survey the cluttered area around her. Sure, she was lithe, but certainly not enough to fit into the cracks available. The flower child heard more voices, and with a taunt lip, spied the pile of clothing. As quietly as she possibly could, she began to climb over the miscellaneous items in front of her, careful to make as little noise as possible. Her nose crinkled once she arrived; that barrel of pickles absolutely stunk. Once she reached the pile of assorts clothes, Yeul began to remove the ones in the middle until a hole was present in the center, mirroring a volcano.
The Seeress turned back to Mateus, honest concern in her eyes. “Hurry now,” She whispered, “There’s got to be things for you to hide in. You may use some of the clothes from my pile if you need to. Please, just conceal yourself.”
Yeul then returned to her own camouflage, knowing full well that if the man decided to copy her idea the possibility of being found was large to say the least. And yet she still did not regret her invitation of help. She lied herself in the center of the pile and quickly began covering the herself up. However, she still felt too exposed, too vulnerable.
In a last ditch effort, Yeul thrust one of her arms through the pile, grabbed the edge of the nearby pickle-filled barrel, and tilted it over her. The overwhelming smell enveloped her as she returned her arm back into the pile, now wet with pickle juice. As soon as she had recovered the hole she’d made for her arm, she heard the tarp open.
[attr="class","natag"]664 ● @dust @sherlotta @allison ● Eluma skipped, but tagged in case she returns.
How dare the beast bare its fangs at him! Even if the girl had promised to take care of the burden of the animal, he half tempted to grab it by the nape of its neck throwing it out into the darkness. Mateus stilled his anger as his eyes narrowed and watched the cat's progression to its former hiding spot. A commoner wouldn't have such a fit over so trivial a think. No at least they were safe inside the tower's walls, he had an appearance to keep. He didn't want to alarm the child or the other woman by displaying a fit of rage.
Not that it mattered for soon enough, the driver came hustling around claiming something about fake money. What was fake money? He didn't really have the chance or desire to find out as the girl was forcibly removed from the caravan. Good. The less company he had to endure the better. She had been to forthright with her information and know this girl knew his name. He should have lied, he thought. If such base a child were to rat him out to the guards or she told of this adventure to anyone he would have to deny his pride and say it was not he. Mateus grimaced at the thought as the cart begin its journey to the tower.
If any of royal caravans had ever driven with even an ounce of carelessness this driver seemed to possess, Mateus would have had their heads upon arrival. For all the bobbing and tossing he was doing everything and everyone else in the caravan had the pleasure of experiencing the same. The girl across from him almost went flying with every bump as he was slid violently from side to side with one particularly violent jolt of the cart had him rocket to the the ceiling rocking his head as well as toppling the the crate of fish all over his legs. He swore loudly as the slimy cold wet sensation of the dead fish covered his feet.
It was way too far a journey for them to be slowing down this early. Matt threw a accusatory and questioning glance. The voices outside alerted him to the presence of the Tower's guard coming for a peek for trespassers. His malice thoughts at what he'd do to the people who promised quiet safe passage turned to calculating fretting he eyed for a place to hide in the small confines of the space. He glanced at the armor, although with helm drawn it would provide someone space to hide, he knew it far too short for him and he guessed the loud clatter of getting into would alert the guard anyway. He snapped his neck in the direction of Yeul when she mentioned they could hide together. He violently struck a finger to his mouth to shush her. Even the quietest of voices could travel in the stillness of night. He looked at the meager pile and instantly ruled it out. There was simply not enough to cover the both of them.
THE CAT! Mateus was immediately reminded as the voices drew closer that if found still here the merchant would probably let the guards have their way with both of them for harboring it. He could not let the guard find the animal. Reaching for the nearest piece of clothing the girl could spare without exposing her; for if she were to be caught what would stop her from telling of his presence as well, and threw it in the general direction he had seen the animal slink too. He didn't count on it working but if the base animal had any sense it would hide under the clothing until the danger passed and save them from being turned out by an inquisitive cat coming to sniff at them.
There was only one thing to do and the thought of it caused him to gag beside himself. Crouching low to where the fish crate had spilled over, he righted it up, threw some more of the fish on the floor as quick as he could, took a deep breath and plunged his body into the cold wet squishy mass of fish while positioning the lid back over him. If he were any bigger he would not have fit but the litheness of his body and lack of armor let him sink lower until all he could see above him just a pinprick of light from where he had been unable to completely get the lid back on. Despite himself he squirmed as the tarp was rustled with allowing the scales to slice at his flesh. He took one last deep breath and held it as he heard the flap open.
Oh, goody, Matteus looked offended. The perfect reaction. Cat: One, haughty douchebag: Nil. A score she was more than content to leave it at for now. She'd wait for his next, inevitable transgression against her sensibilities before knocking him one peg further down. For now, her stomach was growling and there was fish to be munched, an activity that she happily and quietly went about, subtly smirking to herself all the while.
Finally, she heard wheels scrape beneath them, setting the cart in a quick trundle along rough terrain. At first, it was to be expected, but as the journey dragged out, Sherlotta began to develop a twitch with each bump and rock of the road. Would it kill the driver to be a little more easy with the pace of this? Actually, thinking on it, she wouldn't be surprised if this was revenge for the kerfuffle they had caused back at the stop. Though really, if he drove like this on every run, it was a wonder his goods got anywhere in one piece...
And suddenly, it came to a halt. Were they there? It had seemed at least a little while longer away from the foot of the hill where they began. Then again, at the speed they were going... Couldn't hurt to check. She scampered over to a tiny hole she'd located in the side of the cart, near to the floor, and pressed one eye to it. The scenery seemed rather nondescript, until she was suddenly blinded by a flood of light from a passing lantern. Wonderful. A spot check. Not that she was concerned, she barely even had to try to conceal herself in this form. The other two, however...
Were already at work hiding away. She had to grant them their initiative. She watched the young girl bury herself beneath some old clothes and such, before on such garment came flying in her direction. She shook her head, staring at the man in cold disbelief and sighing as he rather comically began to stuff himself into a barrel of fish. What a sight to behold. Her head tilted and she gave him the smuggest look her feline features could muster before he all but shut the lid on himself.
Sherlotta herself, meanwhile, casually trotted behind one of the various crates and plonked herself down on her haunches, only seconds before the tarp was torn back. Light flooded the entirety of the wagon, save for the obvious shadow cast over her by the box she was concealed behind, nonchalantly licking her paw without a care. She could move with nary a sound, so even if they did decide to inspect more thoroughly, she could simply dodge around them, ever just out of their sight.
Still, security this tight, on an abandoned old tower. Made one wonder just what it contained within.
The guard pauses, his eyes sweeping over the cargo inside. He lifts his lantern to better illuminate the scene in front him: nothing but provisions, albeit disheveled ones. His lantern catches on the shine of fish juice seeping across the cart's floor directly into a pile of uniforms scattered and heaped together in a smelly mound. "What the hell happened in here?" he mutters and then pulls back, letting the tarp fall back into place as he marches towards the front of the cart. "Your cargo. It's ruined. Just how bad was your driving?" The driver gives some kind of gruff excuse, going on about the darkness and the state of the road. After a few minutes, the guard recommends that he check in with his supervisor before leaving, the sound of his armor clanking into the distance.
Silence falls as the knight's footsteps fade into the distance. Once he's sure they're alone, the driver curses under his breath and hisses back at the stowaways. "Thanks a lot. I'll get chewed out for this, I swear." Without another word, he adjusts the reigns on his chocobos and the cart jolts forward again.
The driver edges the cart forward slower this time and more carefully. While it's still not the smoothest of rides, it's at least easier to balance. The cart continues forward for another quarter of an hour before finally slowing its pace. There's muffled sounds of conversation outside, and the warking of distant chocobos. As the sounds get louder, the blue light fades away to be replaced by uneasy lantern light spread evenly from all sides. For another five minutes, the cart descends into darkness -- angled downwards. As it rights itself, someone directs the driver forward, and when he finally stops, he whispers back to the stowaways that his job is done -- whatever they're doing, just keep him out of it. With that said, he hops down from his perch and walks away.
No one immediately comes to check the cart. Outside of it, there's a cavernous, underground room with jagged stone walls and a tunnel leading upwards where more chocobo-driven carts enter. Similar carts pack the place and uniformed workers busy themselves with loading and unloading them -- sorting the cargo into several mounds before ferrying them away. Several guards keep watch at the entrance to the tunnel and about the sorted cargo, but they look bored and not particularly attentive. Once the cargo's been sorted from a nearby cart, the crates of what look to be food are then hauled to the other side of the room where three guards stand watch next to a lithe, canine-looking beast which sniffs the crates intently. When they've passed inspection, the crates and workers step aboard a platform engraved with odd runes which then glows blue and engulfs them in light. When the light fades, both the cargo and the workers have disappeared and the next group steps forward to take their place.
The workers seem to be unloading the carts in a line. There are two remaining before they reach the stowaways.
[attr="class","nalyrics"]Pretending to be strong saying I'm not afraid of anything
[attr="class","nabody"]Yeul remained completely silent as the sound of heavy steps drew closer and closer. Her body ceased its rhythmic movements as she restrained her breaths. The pickle juice was uncomfortably cold, and it had seeped into both the clothes the Seeress was hiding in and the ones on her person. Yeul felt her body begin to shake, and quickly concentrated all her power into keeping absolutely still. It was only after the stomping and the driver’s mumbles did she finally inhale again, despite the overbearing scent of pickles.
It wasn’t, however, until the cart began moving again did she dare sit up. Gently tossing the sodden clothes off her being, she was relieved to see that the cat and the stern man had also successfully hidden. Though, the cart driver was right, they’d certainly made a mess of the place. With a sigh, the Seeress, as casually as could be, began to clean up the mess she’d made. She first sorted the pickles out from the clothes, up-righted the barrel once more, and retuned the produce back to its container. Next, she sat on the floor, crossed her legs, and began to fold the soppy laundry.
“A rule of camping is that you should always leave the grounds cleaner than you found them in.” Yeul said aloud as she folded one of the spare uniforms. “While this may be a caravan and not a campground, I feel obligated to this rule still. After all, I’ve brought him trouble, it seems.”
Once her chore was over and done with, Yeul returned to her spot she’d scouted out before. Though, this time, it felt even more cramped than before. She supposed it could’ve been from the fact her white outfit was now discolored and somewhat see-through, not to mention drenched. Even her hair and black veil were considerably wet, as ringing them both out resulted in puddle of pickley-proportions.
For the next leg of the journey, the Seeress tried her best to sleep. At the end of it, she’d only gained about twenty minutes of it, none of it connected for longer than five minutes. In her brief relapses, the Seeress dreamed of a field of flowers on a rainy evening. Each time near the end of her dream she’d hear a voice, but only the beginnings of what he was to say, as before his lips could form words she’d wake up from a violent jolt.
Soon enough, the stowaways reached the end of their ride. Yeul gently rose from her seated position as the driver whispered to her and Mateus (The cat as well, though he was unaware of it). Nervously, Yeul peered out through the smallest of cracks to view her surroundings. There were guards everywhere, but also a multitude of caravans. She observed that the workers were all in uniform, and she recognized the pattern from earlier – the clothes she’d folded.
Climbing back over to the assorted pile, Yeul surveyed the still-damp clothes. They were for the build of a tall man, a somewhat problematic factor for a short, adolescent girl. Though, perhaps Mateus could benefit from one of them.
“None of these will fit me.” She told him, setting one of the uniforms beside him. “Even if I do dress in one, it’ll be too obvious. So, I propose we help one another. It seems that the guards are teleporting the cargo somewhere; it’s most likely our best bet into getting inside the tomb. I’m sure we can both get in if we work together in deceiving the other guards.”
Yeul felt the caravan lurch under her feet. It wouldn’t be long until their cart was to be inspected. Yeul met Mateus’s eyes, her own shimmering with resolve. “If you’re not going to help me, that’s fine. But we have to both hurry regardless.”
The slime and oil of the fish he was submerged in was one of the worst feelings he had ever felt. It somehow both permeated and created a thick coat of muck on his luxuriously absorbent hair. He was too preoccupied with his own discomfort to listen as the caravan was searched. It didn't sound like the guard was doing too good at his job as he didn't even bother to get in and take an actual look. It was probably for the better that way though. Being caught in this predicament would have mortified Mateus to no end.
Still the cart eventually began its trek once more. He rolled his eyes at the driver's bemoaning. "Your cargo would be fine if, like was promised, we were delivered without complication," he muttered as he lifted the lid off the crate he had been in. He tried to ring his hair out. Some of the oil seeped out, but the thick gunk seemed to stay put. Mateus sighed angrily as he continued the process. He scanned the caravan for anything the might have helped him with the process when he noticed the girl cleaning the cart. He rolled his eyes as the girl meekly suggested the need to clean up, "Brought him trouble? The man almost caused our capture. Who knows what devilish prison they have prepared for intruders."
As he was returning to his perch, he noticed canisters of oil that had been spilled out as part of the bumpy adventure. Most of them had fully been emptied by the ordeal but one still had quite a bit left in it. He picked it up, secured the lid and slid it into one of the pockets of his outfit. Who knew if it might come in handy to light a lantern or start a fire later. As he sat back down he finally got a good look at his travel companion. Weighed down and soaked by pickles, she looked smaller than he had first realized. What was a child doing embarking on so perilous a journey? He didn't ask and let her sleep as to not have to hear her meekness made apparent once again.
At their journeys end the driver let them know his part was finished. It wasn't as though he had done much for them anyway besides almost get them killed and bruised through their perilous plight. Before he could react, the girl had already poked her head out of the caravan surveying the scene. She then sat a pair of pickle soaked clothes beside him and told him her plan. He gave her credit for thinking through a plan so fast but something gave him pause. Did she really think that when it came to the line he was going to let her leave with what he had come for?
"I know not your reasoning for coming to this place, and I care not why." he spoke as he too then peered out the caravan. She was right there were guards everywhere. He took a few moments to observe how the workers were getting into the tower. The regular goods were sorted into one section, and anything like food was being sorted into another section, one with a fearsome looking beast helping to smell for rot, or stowaways, he presumed. Sadly she was right. Their best hope was to help one another for now.
"Fine. It seems we do need each others aid," he concluded. That's what commoner did right? Help one another? For no reward either, but the humanity of it. He quickly undressed and redressed in the uniform she had provided. He made sure to take the hidden oil canister he had hidden and place it in his new clothing. He mused that one of them could not get caught without giving the other up, at least that's what he was planning to do if need be. If he was not to reach his destination, neither was she.
He scanned the caravan again trying to find a way to conceal the girl. He knew they would be caught if he tried to pass her off in one of the food containers. His gaze passed onto the armor once more. He crossed the tiny space and tried to lift it. It was lighter than he had imagined it to be. Perhaps the warrior for whom it was designed would need the speed to slay their enemies and something too heavy would be cumbersome to their endeavor. Mateus turned and gave the girl a once over. She didn't look to heavy.
"They've a fearsome beast smelling all the food being brought in. I noticed only guards watching the dry goods. This armor is too big for me, but perchance you could slide into it and I can get us through these customs? The fit will be roomy but thankfully you're small in stature enough that if a guard were to peek through the visor they'd not see you." He didn't really wait for a reply before continuing. "And if you still feel responsible for the cat hiding among us, see if you can calm it and have it hide upon your shoulder or head. I don't want our schemes unraveled by some animal."
The cart finally stopped - A godsend given this madman's driving. Sherlotta perked up, ready for any new issues to arise. The curtains drew back. Nothing major, only the driver informing the two that his part of the deal was done. In the meantime, the cat peeked out the hole in the side of the transport once more, this time able to pick up much more activity. An unloading bay of sorts, she supposed. Tricky to navigate at the best of times... Well. For people. However, it seemed that the two other travelers would have more than enough on them to fool the security, had it not been for one particular problem.
Sherlotta smelled dog.
Her nose curled up. It was damp and rancid. Ick. Sherlotta had never been a dog person, a feeling which had only intensified since she became a very literal cat person and they felt it in their right to bark at or, at worst, chase her even in her humanoid form. Stupid, stupid creatures. It made it worse that she could convene with the damn things as well. Everything they said was as dumb as their hefty barks made them out to be, and logic seemed to bounce off them. Any other day, Sherlotta would have left them to their fate, having them bumble their own way through the security while she simply slipped past faster than the eye. However...
She didn't care what happened to his lordship over there. But Yeul was just a girl - A factor which she highly doubted the guards cared for. Trespassing on sacred ground was a serious offense, even back in her world. Yeul was, thankfully, clever, and even Matteus seemed to have more wit than he let on. Even so, their plan was a stretch. The dog would sniff her out in a heartbeat, particularly if she was covered with fish and pickle residue. Sighing, she jumped up on a barrel and cleared her throat.
"Don't be stupid." She interjected, lowering her head solemnly. "If I can smell that mutt from here, it'll detect you as soon as you get anywhere near it. Dogs are the some of the biggest morons around but their sense of smell doesn't fail." She opened her eyes to gauge their reactions, a factor she would so love to revel in if they weren't already pushed for time. Her gaze caught Yeul first.
"Matt over there is on to something. Get in the armor and have him smuggle you past. I'll take care of the canine problem. It's not like they're hard to rile." Point the second, a sardonic stare locked onto Matteus. "And before you start with any of your high-and-mighty shtick, unless you're immortal, I suggest you keep your trap shut."
She hopped down from the barrel and strode past them with every drop of feline poise. Peeking out the gap in the curtain to make sure the immediate vicinity was clear, she pounced to the ground below and weaved her way under and between crates, wheels and even a few legs without drawing too much attention, until she was finally within the hound's line of sight, sat in front of a sealed box. She mewled at the creature, a taunt, a jeer. Virtually inaudible to the people around, but with a dog's hearing, it'd be clear as day. What followed would sound like a couple of generic cat-noises to anyone around but was in fact a deeply, deeply wounding jab at the creature's dignity - Something she was quite specialized in - Spoken only between the local animals and apparently so scathing that even a few rats stopped to chuckle at the canine's expense.
She'd get the thing to chase her and hopefully take its master with it. While that was being dealt with, hopefully the other two would proceed without being caught, and after they had, she could slip in behind them and ditch the mangy creature.
One moment, it was a normal work night in the middle of the subterranean cargo bay. The next moment, there was only chaos.
It all started with the cat. The workers didn't think much of it as it weaved and darted between them; only one even commented on it with a cooing appreciation. No one noticed the dog, stiffened and alert at the sight of it, perched so smugly in front of a loaded crate. The dog's ears perched forward at the cat's mew and it gave a low, warning growl. 'Leave if you know what's good for you.' The cat did neither of those things. Instead, she batted nonchalantly at her ear and let out an insult so vicious that for a moment, the dog could only stare at the cat in shock as though it had been smacked on the nose with a wooden cane. All around, the animals froze and turned to watch the dog. A few rats squeaked in laughter. Above them, an owl hooted its warning to the foolish cat that thought it could go around taunting dogs four times its size without recompense. A second passed and then another before the shock cleared from the dog's expression and its eyes narrowed, its teeth bared in a vicious snarl.
Rufus Woofington the Fourteenth came from a proud line of guard dogs, trusted with warding off intruders for generations. He couldn't stand idly while his family legacy was tarnished by a skinny, no-good, fish-smelling, smart-talking cat.
The knight beside him only noticed the trouble a second after the dog's hackles had raised. "Hey, I think something's wrong with the do-" he started before the words were drowned in a single, booming bark that rattled the crates around him. The dog's teeth flashed white as he threw himself mouth first at the cat.
Only to misjudge the distance. Rufus Woofington didn't slow himself even as he crashed bodily into the crate, toppling it over in wooden splinters as his paws scrabbled for purchase on the stone floor and he dashed after the black shadow of mewling fur. There were shouts now and cries of pain as the dog barreled into everything in his path, snapping and snarling all the while. Barrels were toppled and sent spilling over the ground. Workers who couldn't dodge out of the way in time were trampled, their ankles bitten as the dog charged forward in a mad fury, his eyes flashing red with murderous intent. The guards on the teleportation pedestal could only stare in horror for a moment before they started after him, yelling all the time.
"Someone stop that dog! He's-! It's Rufus! He's gone mad!"
"He's after a cat! Who let a cat in here? We told you to check the carts!"
These too were lost beneath the thunderous tenor a dozen barks.
[attr="class","nalyrics"]Pretending to be strong saying I'm not afraid of anything
[attr="class","nabody"]There came two surprises. The first one was that Mateus was willing to comply with Yeul’s plan. The second was that the cat talked.
Mateus had agreed to her plan in sneaking into the tomb by the use of teamwork, though it seemed he was not all too excited at working together. He took the uniform Yeul had given him and changed into it (during which time Yeul stared at the wall, her thoughts on flowers and a bar tune she’d heard earlier that week), and the clothing fit well-enough onto him that he could’ve easily passed for a soldier.
It was then he added his own ideas to her’s: climb inside the large suit of armor and hide in there. She watched him carry it with ease and present it to the Seeress. She quickly examined how to get in, how heavy it really was, and its height to her. The top of her blue head scraped the chest piece of the armor, but she would be able to still get her arms and legs into their designated places.
“This should work.” She said simply, folding her hands behind her back. “I’ll bring the cat as well, if I can find him…”
Thankfully. The young Seeress did not have to look far. For out of the mess of boxes jumped out the feline, who immediately criticized their plan with her own lips. While Yeul was definitely surprised, perhaps more surprised than Mateus, she nary let it show. She instead stared at the cat with indifference, the only telling sign of her initial confusion the frozen state of her fingers. She tilted her head as the kitty continued with her contribution to the plan.
As the cat turned to leave, Yeul’s eyes followed her. “Be careful.” She told her, sincerity in her otherwise expressionless tone.
Her focus then returned to Mateus, or Matt as the cat had nick-named him. They’d have to be quick about this; there was no telling what the dog was going to do if it somehow got its paws on the cat. Yeul hopped into the armor from the entrance at the back, letting Matt assist her with closing it. It was dark and cold inside, the only light to guide her eyes coming from the slits in the helmet. The short Seeress had enough room to keep her hands close to her heart, and the leg compartments were so large she had the ability to sway in place a relatively good amount. Yeul even attempted to lift her leg in an effort to walk, but the armor, despite being picked up easily by Mateus, ended up too heavy for her.
Soon after, the noise of outside’s chaos flowed into the caravan. “Ready when you are.” She told Mateus, her voice echoing off the metal walls of her armor. In all honesty, Yeul didn’t know if it was smart to trust Mateus, but she had no choice. She was going to get to Caius. She just had to.
As Mateus was beginning to figure out how to get the girl to the pad in one piece, the cat hidden among leapt forth and began to speak. His eyes widened in surprise as the first speech was given about the guard dog. Then the creature came up with a horrid shortening of his name. Matt?! Any sense of shock slid into contempt as It then began to talk down him. A common house cat talking down to him. After having allowed its travel with them and not throwing it out at its bestial behavior earlier, Mateus could only tut as the cat escaped before he could begin a retort back.
For a second the normal hubub continued as Mateus fastened the child into the armor. Suddenly all manner of boorish cussing and pandemonium could be heard from outside the caravan. The girl confirmed her readiness as he lifted her and the armor up. Her added weight caused it so he had to hold the armor close to his body for additional support. With that weight he also could not outright pick the armor and the girl up. He would have to waddle the armor towards their goal. He waddled towards the entrance and opened the curtain to begin the pairs mad dash to the teleport pad.
Any sense of sanity had been lost as the dog crashed about and the guards followed suite, food was splattered all over the chamber, bottles broken causing a most nauseous of smells to combine and overpower the nose. Mateus could see the teleport prompt. In the chaos of it all it stood barren as the guards gave chase to their mutt. Making a obvious run towards the pad would probably draw the guards suspicion, he thought as he began waddling the armor slowly through the scene. Mateus made sure not to make a straight beeline for it either. He shimmied the armor into the chaos more than once to play at his own ignorance of what was going on causing him to get bumped into more than once. As much as he wished for peace and calm, he would say the calamity made for great anonymity.
Finally after weaving in and out of the tension, Mateus arrived with the armor in tow on the teleport. At first he wondered if he would need to know how to activate it and impulsively stamped on the thing to get it to work. Finally a bluish light began to pulsate from the ruins. He held onto the armor tight; he was not allowing the girl to separate from him in the chance that she would find whatever treasure lie here first. What use did this girl have for it? And even odder what use did the talking beast? If the cat didn't make it in time, it would be no sweat off his brow. Perhaps it being torn asunder by the canine's maw would provide him some satisfaction after the way it had acted towards him.
