Official Mihli intro post!

[springserpent]

Characters: Mihli Aliapoh and you! (totally open)
Setting: Floor three, with oatmeal!
Format: Action!
Summary: Mihli's sitting around the library (on top of the bookshelves no less) trying to sort out what's going on.
When: Doesn't really matter!
Warnings: Cats. Also eating oatmeal in the library. She'll be cautious and a little stand-offish since she's not too sure who to trust here yet.



[Upon arriving, Mihli had wasted little to no time in getting reacquainted with her instincts, investigating the first three floors of the tower before deciding on doing much else. She hadn't really run into any others just yet, or at least anyone she'd opted to talk to -- really more than anything she needed to organize her thoughts, and apparently eat the oatmeal which she grasped rather awkwardly in one hand, holding the bowl close to her twitching nose.

Surely whomever trapped her in this odd realm wouldn't have brought her all this way just to poison her food?

...

Well, she couldn't be too cautious, even if that would just make for one hell of a boring, anticlimactic death. However, on the off chance this stuff did kill her she'd be certain to devote her entire after-life to haunting whatever sicko thought this was a great idea.

Even worse, the book she held in her other hand didn't answer any of her questions, nor did any in the massive stack sleeping next to her. History, fiction, science, all of them seemed legitimate, but not a single clue as to her biggest concerns. Furthermore, none of them seemed to originate from Vana'diel either. Curious.

Until now she'd been skulking up and down the aisles, carefully selecting books and tomes she thought might be useful in identifying just what the heck was going on. Sure, she had that note she woke up with, but being told that her world was gone in a flash - hell if she was going to believe that easily.

For a moment, the thought of asking for help flutters through her mind

But with a huff she quells it and sets the book down in her lap to take a spoon to the oatmeal, idly stirring the stuff as if doing so would eat the bland muck for her.]

Comments

[belzebul]

[Some of the bookshelves are particularly high, and rather than find a ladder, it's easier for Zett to change into his more fly-like form and hover there, loading books into his second set of arms with his third. He waves at Mihli one of his most human arms once he spots her.]

Hey, new girl. These fall randomly sometimes. You might want to sit somewhere else.

[springserpent]

[Was that a Puk? Maybe an Imp? Her first instinct was to swat Zett out of the air with her tail, though it's a reaction she's only barely able to suppress. Honestly, maybe she should've ventured higher up into the tower, or just sat in a normal chair to get away from all this attention she was gaining.]

"Is therrrre some rule against wanting some peace and quiet?"

[belzebul]

No rule against it. But there's nothing the matter with giving friendly advice to the newbies either.

[Zett drops downward to set the books on a table before flying back up to continue the conversation.]

[springserpent]

"I'm fine. If the shelf were going to fall, it would've alrrready."

[She's trying her best to ignore him right now, but the flapping of his wings keeps pulling her attention. She'd like to ask just what in the world he was, but her pride suppresses that curiosity]

[belzebul]

[Meanwhile, in another part of the room, a bookshelf that had absolutely nothing sitting on it toppled over, sending people nearby scattering.]

So you were saying?

[springserpent]

[Would you look at that! Maybe the library was rigged with traps too!]

"Maybe you'd better invest in sturrrrdier shelves. Is everything in this stupid towerrr set to kill?"

[belzebul]

Pretty much ninety nine percent. [He shrugs.] You get used to it.

Mihlimuse being an abrasive punk :x

[springserpent]

[Le siiiigh~]

[At least she was used to dealing with danger.]

"Wonderrrful."

[Mihli gathers her books and hops off the bookshelf, somehow, miraculously not managing to spill her oatmeal or drop any of the books - or the shelf she was on. She doesn't do this as a means of yielding to Zett's request, but rather to put her books away and wander out of the library without another word.]

Awww. Maybe he'll bug her more in the future, no pun intended.

[belzebul]

[Shrug! He doesn't care enough to follow, so he'll just read his books here.]