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Namur

[hasklutz]

[ from here ]

You've got some kind of attitude, punk!! [ Nailed it. Namur's totally not like 10 years older than him, he nailed it. He's in a yellow spandex jumpsuit, trying to collect physical manifestations of his own happy memories, being relentlessly pursued by ghost men who want to ruin his happy memories, and a pushy fishman is shouting directions to him from the sidelines.

Sometimes in life, a man gets called Clownshit and it's the least unusual thing happening.

And sometimes when an onlooker is offering free advice, it's better to take advantage of what he can get. As much as he's bitching about it, Corazon still turns on his heel with a frustrated growl. He tries not to think about how long he has until he trips and rolls into a full pack of ghosts. That line of thought always becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy. ]

Damn it-! Fine! Which way to the next light?

[om_nom_namur]

Make yer headin' northwest by west an' y' damn well better be runnin' full sail!

[Does Namur stop to consider that maybe not everyone can taste north?

No. No he doesn't.]

[hasklutz]

[ Northwest by west, northwest by west-- he really hopes that isn't referring to compass directions, because even if he'd had a compass, it would have been left out of the jumpsuit.

In fact, he's assuming that northwest by west means "not completely left but also not only slightly left" and winging it at full sail instead.

Because YOLO, technically. The countdown until tripgate begins. ]

[om_nom_namur]

[No, he meant the literal direction. Thankfully with the labyrinthine corridors, there aren't many ways to go, and Corazon took the correct one. Namur's getting really into it, though, and has begun shoving other bystanders out of the way in order to follow a projected path. He's squinting a lot, but thankfully shit glows different colors, so that makes it easier to tell what's what. He's so focused on the maze that he doesn't notice the glowing, dotted line that those already introduced to Cerealia aren't supposed to cross.

And crosses it.

Namur yelps in surprise as his body blinks, and becomes that of a ghost.

There isn't much time, he can tell. Something presses down on his mind, driving out every thought other than hunting. Namur fights it, Wills himself to push back, at least long enough to scream out a warning.]

Watch out!!!

[And then the chase is on.]