Thread: Avalon (Hat + Anna)

RE Avalon Anna ended up needing to dance and jump way more than she was expecting on her merry way from the hut she'd not yet woken up in, because despite their sluggish reaction times, it seemed like there was a new monstrous villager right around every corner popping into her view with a mining pick at the ready. She didn't have the best reaction times in the world, so the fact that they were even clumsier and slower to react than she was proved to be kind of a blessing in disguise as she hopped and stepped around sudden swipes that were still about a foot away from even touching her. Hey, I'm sorry! she yelled at the first one to try to say something to her. Just .. going through here! She attempted to explain, to no avail. God, couldn't they just speak English? .. damn, was she secretly racist? Next thing you know, she'd be complaining about the pangolins taking her job. Anna ended up pounding through the doors to the temple far faster than she had intended, slamming the steel toe of one boot right into the first step on the way in. In a tumble of curses and gasps, she hit the floor of the temple and did a single roll, ending up on her side facing the priest within. The sound of the doors slamming shut at her back were a relief, but .. Anna still took a few seconds to catch her breath, the unexpected exertion required to get past the slow, cute things having put a bit of a stitch in her side and really making her wish she'd worn a sports bra to bed last night. She didn't exactly run marathons, right? Closing and opening her eyes in the hopes that she was seeing things wrong, she put her hand against the ground and pushed herself up into a half-sitting position on the ground with a groan. Fuck. It was another one of those things, so even if he WAS a priest, how the hell was she supposed to convince him she had no clue what was going on and to please not hit her over the head with that staff of his? Woah, hey, sanctuary! Sanctuary? Did that still work .. wherever she was? It was becoming clear to even someone as willful as she could be when she didn't want to wake up and face the sunshine that maybe, just maybe, she wasn't about to wake up and face the sunshine. And that was worrying her just as much, if not way more, than the fact that she had just run away from a bunch of monsters only to end up in front of the biggest not-quite-pangolin she'd seen yet. But he didn't seem violent. At least, not yet. Her eyes darted around, taking in more and more of the temple. Her dreams were never this detailed. And usually there was a surfer or a firefighter or a drummer if there was. And that's one more reason she hated waking up. She almost missed the fact that he had spoken in English, she was so busy darting her eyes back and forth between him and the various etchings in the stone on the walls and the strange little divots that passed for seats in the temple, but after a moment, her attention was entirely upon him. Still panting a bit, she put both hands down on the ground and grunted, standing up to the full impressiveness of her .. unimpressiveness. The Priestolin was actually taller than she was, which was an unsettling realization given how his cousins had reacted to her. She swallowed and adjusted the backpack over her shoulder, listening to him rattle off the other names of Spider -- that dude who had woken her up? -- before offering her a seat. .. actually, now that her heartrate was slowing down and she was listening to him, the priest dude seemed alright in her book. He had the exact same tone of voice she tended to have whenever someone called her before 10AM. So should I call you .. Speaks? Or Strangers? .. Withy? she ventured, not exactly rushing up to 'come forth', but at least edging a little closer toward him with only one quick glance backward to make sure the door wasn't going to open behind her. Uh, I'm Anna. By the way. Great, very powerful first impression, five stars.