Having only recently arrived in the Magic Kingdom, more specifically Main Street- Astral was ill-equipped in dealing with this new menace. Even without his usually abilities his intuition told him that the creature was not to be trusted, there fore when it began rampaging he was not surprised. He like so many others was forced to make a strategic though hardly-dignified retreat. Although he was still able to float through the air, he was more tangible than he had ever been in his own dimension and that allowed him to get swept away in the crowd.
The passel of strangers were looking for any place they could seek refuge in, that could hold the full capacity of those who needed it. When Astral realized on where they had decided to hide, he protested adamantly. "No, not in there!" but no one was really listening to him. Trying to free himself before they made it inside, he ultimately failed. In an instant the door swung open and he was forced inside with the rest.
As a reflex he screwed his eyes shut, fearing the worst. It was already too late, though wasn't it? He had seen all these humans entering one of those magical rooms that Yuma told him about. He waited a few more moments, perplexed, because the shuffling noises around him were from larger creatures than the more diminutive rodents he'd been expecting them to turn into.
Carefully, he opened one eye, and surveyed the room. Tile stretched out along the floor, and all the humans appeared... well.... normal.
"I do not understand..." he voiced quietly, followed by, "I was under the impression that if I ever saw a human in one of these restroom areas.... they would turn into a rodent. Is... that not the truth?" Why would Yuma have lied to him about something like this? This was one confused alien.
IV.
Floating through the line in the apartment cafeteria, Astral looked questioningly at all the available food items. He really wasn't sure which of these he should commit to his tray and later consume because he really had no experience with needing to eat. He did so hate that newfound feeling of hunger though and he wanted to do whatever he must to prevent it. Humans were a much more resilient species than he had ever realized before, seeing as they were able to endure such abdominal pain.
Spotting a pan of rice, he brightened up a little. That looked like something Yuma's grandma would have prepared all the time for her family so it was comforting to see. Scooping up the white granules he filled his plate with a great deal of them. After all... Yuma always consumed a large amount of this dish, so surely he should too.
Astral didn't add anything else to it, as he then looked for an available table to.... sit at? Or he could just avoid the chair altogether and hover by the table like normal. There were far too many new things to get used to.
Astral | Yu-Gi-Oh! Zexal
Having only recently arrived in the Magic Kingdom, more specifically Main Street- Astral was ill-equipped in dealing with this new menace. Even without his usually abilities his intuition told him that the creature was not to be trusted, there fore when it began rampaging he was not surprised. He like so many others was forced to make a strategic though hardly-dignified retreat. Although he was still able to float through the air, he was more tangible than he had ever been in his own dimension and that allowed him to get swept away in the crowd.
The passel of strangers were looking for any place they could seek refuge in, that could hold the full capacity of those who needed it. When Astral realized on where they had decided to hide, he protested adamantly. "No, not in there!" but no one was really listening to him. Trying to free himself before they made it inside, he ultimately failed. In an instant the door swung open and he was forced inside with the rest.
As a reflex he screwed his eyes shut, fearing the worst. It was already too late, though wasn't it? He had seen all these humans entering one of those magical rooms that Yuma told him about. He waited a few more moments, perplexed, because the shuffling noises around him were from larger creatures than the more diminutive rodents he'd been expecting them to turn into.
Carefully, he opened one eye, and surveyed the room. Tile stretched out along the floor, and all the humans appeared... well.... normal.
"I do not understand..." he voiced quietly, followed by, "I was under the impression that if I ever saw a human in one of these restroom areas.... they would turn into a rodent. Is... that not the truth?" Why would Yuma have lied to him about something like this? This was one confused alien.
IV.
Floating through the line in the apartment cafeteria, Astral looked questioningly at all the available food items. He really wasn't sure which of these he should commit to his tray and later consume because he really had no experience with needing to eat. He did so hate that newfound feeling of hunger though and he wanted to do whatever he must to prevent it. Humans were a much more resilient species than he had ever realized before, seeing as they were able to endure such abdominal pain.
Spotting a pan of rice, he brightened up a little. That looked like something Yuma's grandma would have prepared all the time for her family so it was comforting to see. Scooping up the white granules he filled his plate with a great deal of them. After all... Yuma always consumed a large amount of this dish, so surely he should too.
Astral didn't add anything else to it, as he then looked for an available table to.... sit at? Or he could just avoid the chair altogether and hover by the table like normal. There were far too many new things to get used to.