radiant eyesore ; o-joining

Seemed like she was just perpetually lost, as she had expected. First she finds herself on a beach, a week later someone putting the old leader's head on a stick, and she merely decided right then and there that this world was actually, legitimately, insane. How deeply she preferred the normal chaos of her home instead of this world of animals and chaos. She had got up and left her home shortly after...who was it, the Exiles had shown up? That was who she thought she had heard the 'beheader' (for she lacked a better word) had been, the one who had killed the last leader. Agent 3 hadn't even known that the weird feline had been the leader- yet again her understanding of a leader was either a super old individual or someone who used brainwashing to control his subjects. Hm. Brainwashing or beheading. Something for her to think about.

But after that had happened, she had gotten up and left, and now she hadn't the slightest idea of where she had managed to wander off to. Everything was weird- she was so used to buildings and trains and floating sky islands that defied all gravity and logic that this utterly astounded her. Agent 3 wished she still had the ability to just open up a map and know the area she was in instantly, but that didn't seem to have accompanied her into this new world. She wasn't sure what she had been expecting.

Her feet felt rather tired from all the walking that she had done- she didn't have her Hero Runners, just the Hero Jacket from her home world. Why that was the only thing she still had on her person she was confused by, but the one article of clothing she would relish. The shoes wouldn't have fit onto the talon feet she now possessed either way; the feet that felt oh so weird in comparison to her old ones, the ones she deemed normal. She constantly stumbled over the smallest of things, and her exhaustion added to the clumsiness. How she wished she was her old self, she could operate even while tired back then. Now, now her feet stumbled over a random twig, and the dragon tumbled and rolled, eventually collapsing at the bottom of a small hill. "Squidding me," Agent 3 mumbled, slowly shuffling back into a stand. It was a struggle to keep her feet from near instantaneously shooting out from beneath her again. How badly she wanted to rest, yet she didn't want to at the same time. She was unsure of where she was, if she had ran away from the only civilized people that lived in this crazy world. Her forked tongue flickered from her mouth as she eventually sat down, head dipping. Now this, Agent 3 thought as she vaguely attempted to move her tails to a more comfortable position (and failing), this was a lot worse than just some toothpaste possessing her: when of her own free will she had done something she had figured to be entirely a feat of stupidity. "Now I'm even more lost than earlier," Agent 3 added, not really certain as to why she was talking. She supposed she figured that she was alone, and so of course she deemed it reasonable to speak to herself.

One of Agent 3's ears perked as her head turned to the..great, more non sea creatures she was going to have to deal with. A part of her was relieved that she hadn't run away from the only civilized people in this strange realm. Her velvet eyes narrowed, finding herself staring. She tried not to, she knew staring was rude, but she was not used to anything of this nature. Four legged things, those weren't common to the place she called home. Her gaze turned to the cigarette instead. She had seen few instances of smoking prior to this. Rare, but she was vaguely aware of the concept.

Her mind took a few seconds to comprehend that by saying that she was 'on' someone's 'territory', she supposed that meant that the dragon was trespassing. She supposed her alibi was that she was lost, that she had little comprehension of practically anything around her. That, and the concept of trespassing was vague to her. She was used to the feeling of being one of the few police forces of her home world, where she could go wherever she wanted just because she could. Agent 3 gave a small hum in thought, mentally tossing around the word. Trespassing and territory, such odd concepts she supposed she would have to grasp to understand this weird realm. Territory sounded like the word she had once heard be used for Turf, a small grunt escaping as she realized that the concepts were probably not the same. Trespassing, well, she had already mentally gone over that point. Her mind merely went on to the next thought that came to mind.

ColouredClan..what an odd name. It was rather lengthy too. She couldn't say that where she hailed from had the shortest name either, but she could admire the two 'c's' of the name creating some catchy feeling. "Agent 3. Three if you must," the dragon softly commented, taking a moment to have to work with the sharp teeth this form possessed. Oh so used to just three teeth, not this mess of teeth that the dragon possessed. "Can't say I've heard of ColouredClan before," she then added, reaching up to scratch behind one of her ears. "I take from your words I'm...tres..tres..one moment I'll get the wording goodly right in a moment." She held up one of her talons, forked tongue flickering out again. "Trespassing. There we go. Didn't mean to, I honestly don't even know where in squid hell I am right now."

Agent 3's eyes slowly shifted between the two new persons that arrived. Still far from what she was used to. She felt the hope that she would meet anyone of her own kind again simmer down yet again. No, it didn't seem like any creature was of what she was used to. She supposed that it was just what happened, when in a strange world there was bound to be creatures that she could have never even imagined of seeing. It was a far, far cry from the jellyfish she was used to speaking with, the shrimp that she had to scream at just for him to stop showing off shoes so she could get the sandwich she had been going for.

Her eyes again blinked, realizing that she had dazed off for just a few moments. Home wasn't here, this new place didn't have the people or species she was used to. She could manage- she would truly have to be weak if she couldn't. "I wouldn't mind having a roof over my head," the dragon softly commented. A home, at least a temporary one until she found her way back to her true home. Yet she doubted that she would ever get there when everything here was so much different than what she was used to- again, she found herself thinking. Agent 3 decided to push that thought away, since all it was doing was leading her mental process in circles. Such was far from enjoyable. Instead she gave a small snort at the comment of being tough. Well, she would like to think that she was, in some odd way. She had held her own against her enemies and hadn't faltered since. Ignoring that sentient toothpaste of course. That had been a dent in her pride, but being called tough by someone she didn't even know the name of- well, it did more than just make her feel the pride swell back up.

"That would be nice. It sounds like you're a..group though," Agent 3 supposed it also seemed like such would be a fact, both from the 'clan' portion of the name and how come three people had swiftly come to meet her. "It's not like a, a cult, right?" Sure, she didn't know much about cults, just that they were something to be wary of. "Nevermind. That was rude of me," Agent 3 quickly spurted out a moment later. How dare she call the people that were offering her a home cultists. They didn't seem like cultists, her head swiveling to the side a moment later. "Is there anything I should be aware of so I don't..violate..the hospitality..?" One of the dragon's ears twitched, quickly attempting to salvage the sentence with some fancy word choices. She felt like she had barfed over the words, and she cursed the plethora of teeth that the dragon form possessed.