A very burnt and uncomfortable boy continued his journey in Wind Country, heading strangely enough to possibly the most dangerous region of the place to meet with possibly the most dangerous people.
Why the hells would people choose to live here?
Mikki was annoyed, mostly because he had never thought that being a meatbag would mean chafing. Bloody sand in bits that were really sensitive. And then trying to walk and move while sand lingered in recesses. It was painful and annoying. A nice lady had given him a cloak thing to cover himself so he didnt get sunburnt, but he had anyways. Migoya never seemed to get burned by the sun, so Mikki had no idea what it was going to be like. It sucked! Each step felt like he was digging knives into his thighs. So this was it was like to be a meatbag - it was all about suffering, eating, sleeping then suffering again and again.
He squinted, raising a hand to block out the unrelenting sun to gaze on the mountain range in front of him. The caravan he had hitched a ride with had told him about how dangerous this region was, primarily due to banditry and the like, but he suggestion of undead lingered on their toungues. Naturally, all of this made Mikki more interested in investigating this area, but it probably was Migoya or that weird Akkuma man making things to play with and letting them run loose.
Finding the mountain he planned to meet Migoya at, he started the long journey ahead. Obviously there would be no reason at all to suspect an 8-year old boy walking into the desert in an old, brown robe as being anything suspicious.
Fun times ahead!
[MFT 287]
Why the hells would people choose to live here?
Mikki was annoyed, mostly because he had never thought that being a meatbag would mean chafing. Bloody sand in bits that were really sensitive. And then trying to walk and move while sand lingered in recesses. It was painful and annoying. A nice lady had given him a cloak thing to cover himself so he didnt get sunburnt, but he had anyways. Migoya never seemed to get burned by the sun, so Mikki had no idea what it was going to be like. It sucked! Each step felt like he was digging knives into his thighs. So this was it was like to be a meatbag - it was all about suffering, eating, sleeping then suffering again and again.
He squinted, raising a hand to block out the unrelenting sun to gaze on the mountain range in front of him. The caravan he had hitched a ride with had told him about how dangerous this region was, primarily due to banditry and the like, but he suggestion of undead lingered on their toungues. Naturally, all of this made Mikki more interested in investigating this area, but it probably was Migoya or that weird Akkuma man making things to play with and letting them run loose.
Finding the mountain he planned to meet Migoya at, he started the long journey ahead. Obviously there would be no reason at all to suspect an 8-year old boy walking into the desert in an old, brown robe as being anything suspicious.
Fun times ahead!
[MFT 287]