Special Mythics?... Oh, STELLAR Mythics. My Bad...

[Meira]

Vesta had only just made it to Kvothe's side when she felt something bump into her leg. She looked down in time to catch a fleeting glimpse of something black moving past her feet. She turned in the direction it was moving, bringing her about to face the direction she'd just come from. That's when the creature became more visible. It was Math.

She watched Math for a moment, wondering why he'd suddenly changed directions on them again, but when he produced his lightsaber, the red blade springing to life out of nowhere, Vesta gave a visible start.

Eyes wide, she turned to look at Kvothe, her mouth already open in preparation for her question. They made lightsabers? But Kvothe had melted into the crowd and she lost sight of him. Her eyes turned back to Math, who was now manipulating the man that had been bothering her. The way he spoke reminded her of Jasper. He'd taught her that the weak minded were easily influenced through the force. It seemed the Stellar Mythics saw value in this as much as the Jedi. Math, in particular, seemed to appreciate the value of it.

As the lightsaber was extinguished, Vesta noted an ease in her heart. She hadn't noticed her anxiety in the confusion of all that had happened. But her heart rate had increased at the sight of the weapon. The color brought to mind the Dark Jedi she'd seen on Zeltros, and the memory his dark presence had awakened in her. That fear, that deep terror, did not surface this time, thankfully. But Vesta was reminded all too suddenly why she had come to seek out these Mythics in the first place. Math's weirdness didn't seem to matter so much next to her desire to know the truth, to remember why she carried her scars.

She smiled as Math came back towards her. She was about to thank him when the sound of a fist striking a face lifted her eyes once again to see it was now Kvothe who stood over the man who'd been stupid enough to bother her. Today was most certainly not his day.

Kvothe drove the point home, and the man's friends collected him with promises to not start any more trouble. Vesta smiled. It was nice that these two, strange as they were, were standing up for her. Even if it was a bit over-kill. Even if it wasn't entirely necessary.

"You know," she said once the three... and Fas, were together and moving again, "those guys were way too drunk to keep up with us in this crowd. You didn't have to do that." Her smile widened across her face as she looked at her two new companions. "But still, thanks."

[Twysper]

Math had found Vesta's relatively tall figure in the crowd again, and had taken the liberty of tugging the Vahla woman along by the hand as they walked. Kvothe rejoined their party shortly, his annoying little cat-thingy following him, of course.

He would love to skewer it with his lightsaber sometime when Kvothe wasn't looking. He could blame Iri! And Kvothe had no idea what a lightsaber burn looked like, so he couldn't be blamed for that either!

But, alas, those were thoughts best saved for later.

They separated out of the congested nightlife, and then distanced themselves from the thumping bass beats of the club music as Mathathyper led on into the more respectable business section of Demas.

"You know, those guys were way too drunk to keep up with us in this crowd. You didn't have to do that. But still, thanks."

The Squib, for his part, cackled gleefully and pulled the man's wallet out of his cloak, waving it through the air with reckless abandon.

"Pleasure is were mine, yep." Math's cheshire grin twisted into a wistful sigh. "Could've made BIG shiny fire with him though; alcohol burn bright, you know?"

The little black shadow trotted along to keep ahead of Kvothe and Vesta, and bright white lights cast bigger silhouettes on the permacrete street. Abruptly, he veered into the pillared entrance of a tall corporate building. The lobby was dimly lit for the night, tiled in white stone, with two large black monoliths rising up out of the floor and stabbing towards the vaulted ceiling. Exotic potted plants lined the sides of the room, and a lone employee sat behind a low wooden-paneled counter.

Math walked by the elderly receptionist nonchalantly and without incident, though if one was looking closely, they might notice her twitch. A cascading fountain adorned the side of the lobby, filling the room with the tranquil sound of trickling water, and the Squib leisurely splashed his furry hand through the crystal clear pool before making a beeline for the turbolift. Once inside, and checking to make sure his self-assigned, troublesome charges were following him, he punched in the floor number for the roof.

"Up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up!" The Squib bounced on the floor energetically, and Shyence, his pet Tailring, lazily poked her head out to see what was the cause of the earthquake in her little world. She eyed Vesta critically, before withdrawing back into the darkness of Math's folded hood.

The elevator pinged with as much enthusiasm as Mathathyper, and then he was squeezing through the half-open doors and running over to his ship. The Falcon-class gleamed in the low-key lights that illuminated the corporate landing pad. The two reunited like a relatives that hadn't seen each other for years and assumed the other was dead.

Slowly, the boarding ramp lowered, and Math crooned while rubbing his face against the side of his now purring baby. He finally contained himself enough to announce...

"Alright, alright, next stop, moonhoney!"

[Rugs]

With the drunks handled and the scene over, the crowd started to disperse once more and go back to their own business. Kvothe eyed the backs of the retreating men for a silent moment and shook his head. Never a dull day on Aiaru. That was the old saying. For all his years of living here, Kvothe wasn't sure if he could say the adage was wrong.

It didn't take long for their trio--or quintet, with the two animals--to regroup and continue on their merry way. Kvothe fell in to stroll alongside Vest. Fas took up a spot in between them, tails flicking contentedly behind him as he walked. Math formed the vanguard of their little party.

"You know, those guys were way too drunk to keep up with us in this crowd. You didn't have to do that. But still, thanks."

Veins of silver threaded through Kvothe's eyes as he chuckled. What Vesta said was probably true, in that they might have been a bit overkill in their handling of the drunken fools, but he didn't mind. Math's statement certainly brought a point to the discussion. A point about... setting people on fire. "See? We try to teach him control just for that reason," Kvothe muttered with a glance to Vesta, speaking softly enough for only her to hear. Some more silver filled his eyes, pushing out the natural hazel as he chuckled softly and turned to face the fore once again. "That's why he's been reading Manners for Morons lately. I've heard it's a great book for these things." Now he spoke loudly enough for the Squib to hear.

On they went through the magnificent white city, following Math as he led them to wherever it was he had the ship parked. The trail led into a large office-looking building. Into the lobby they went, past the woman sitting at a reception desk. Kvothe didn't say anything to the old woman as they passed; he merely gave a friendly smile and a nod of his head.

Once in the elevator, Kvothe settled into the back and leaned against the wall, arms folded across his chest. Fas got the pleasure of ending up next to Math, who jumped around as if he'd never been in an elevator before. Or as if he'd taken some bad Etherium. Maybe both were true.

The Flickercat looked to the bouncing, shouting Squib and then looked to Kvothe with the sort of expression that said 'please help me.' The odd mix of growing irritation and distress that seeped back to Kvothe through their bond only made the Rilan laugh to himself.

Ping!

Math was out before any of them once the doors slid open. And there, waiting for them on the landing pad, was the ship that would take them back to the Tower. Kvothe looked to Vesta with a raised brow and then back to Math when the Squib darted to the ship and started rubbing himself on it like it was some long-lost lover. "Maybe he's... smelling it?" Honestly, Kvothe had no idea.

"Weirdness aside, he can fly. Mythos knows half the Tower would probably be dead from some crash if he couldn't." He started toward the vessel, toward the 'moonhoney' at the Tower that Math was so eager to get them to, though heavens knew the Squib might've been the one that needed a honeymoon with the way he reacted to seeing that ship.

"Anyway, come on," he said, pausing on his way to the ship and looking back to Vesta. "Our next stop is the Tower."

[Meira]

Her hand was suddenly seized by Math's small paw-hand-thing as they'd regrouped. He pulled her forward, and Vesta stumbled a few steps as she tried to keep up with the energetic Squib. Soon enough, however, Math loosed her hand, reaching into his robes for the wallet he'd relieved the drunken man of. She smiled slightly at his comment. Yes, alcohol did indeed burn bright.

Kvothe was soon next to her, his words causing her to chuckle in turn, his eyes causing her to do a double take. Had they always been silver? She only got a fleeting glance at them before he'd turned back to face the direction they were moving in, so she couldn't be sure. But she'd thought they'd been a different color before, certainly not silver....

Their most energetic guide left little time for thinking as his bumblebee path led them through the crowds and then into a different section of the city, much less populated. Keeping up with him was a challenge all its own, especially when he made radical changes in his direction. Short as Math was, he was hard to see when bodies got between them. He'd be just a few steps ahead, one moment, and then seamed to disappear, only to rematerialize at one side or the other.

He'd done just this as he entered a large building. When Vesta did realize where Math had gone, her eyes were immediately drawn upward by the architecture. She caught herself staring up, and so moved quickly to keep pace with the others as they entered the building.

The other two seemed to pay the receptionist little mind, and so Vesta merely offered the woman a smile as they moved toward the lifts, Math splashing his hand through a fountain along the way.

They all moved into the lift and Vesta stood to the side of the doors opposite where Math stood, pressing the button for them to move up. She folded her arms across her front, head jerking back as Math bounced and rattled when they began to move. Her eyes caught the look exchanged between Kvothe and Fas. She'd heard him speak to the creature as if it understood him before... could it? His chuckle made her wonder if there was something she was missing.

The lift dinged and Math wasted no time, squeezing his way through the opening doors and dashing off toward a ship. Vesta stepped from the lift in her turn, her eyes glancing over the vessel. She watched Math, but somehow wasn't surprised by his behavior. Maybe she was getting used to him already.

Math called out, and Kvothe reassured her that the Squib was indeed a good pilot. It was decision time. She could go with the strange man, his pet, and the fur covered mass of energy, or she could turn around, forget them and try to figure something else out. She bit her lip, looking at Kvothe and Math each in turn. Her gut still said go, so she stepped forward.

[Twysper]

Math, cheerful tour guide that he was, quickly ushered his two passengers (and Fas) up the ramp and into the large lounge area that made up the main body of the ship. Almost the entire perimeter, bar three doorways for corridors, was fitted with padded booth seats, with a large open area in the center. Mathathyper touched a small screen on the side, and a circular table extended from a niche in the floor as he scampered back off. Shyence immediately materialized and flapped out to occupy the raised space. In short order, the Squib returned with a basket full of warm, beige sand, and set that down on the table too. The Tailring lazily crawled into her home and eyed the visitors as its master disappeared again.

With a crescendoing hum, the transport started to awaken further, and a number of brighter lights turned on to light the interior of the ship. Math, for his part, bounced contentedly in the pilot's seat, furred digits resting on the steering yoke loosely. Switches were flipped, and a lever was pulled, and buttons were pressed before the twin engines roared. Mathathy giggled right before he pushed forward on the lever again, sending a sudden jolt through the ship as the multiple tons of metal suddenly lunged skywards like a predatory animal.

The Squib cheshired to no one in particular as the g-forces momentarily held him down on his chair, and then he leveled off and let off the acceleration. He could safely say that Vesta had probably enjoyed that. Everyone always enjoyed that trick.

Or, well, at least he always enjoyed that trick. That was really all that ever mattered. Math put the ship on autopilot while maintaining hard burn and slid out of the seat to check on his passengers.

A moment later, the Squib's bright neon blue ears, and the rest of him, appeared in the entrance to the lounge. Shyence's basket remained solidly unmoved, due to the heavily magnetized strip on the bottom of the basket that secured it to the table. His passengers had more of a chance to shift around a little bit during the abrupt take off, as it were.

...Maybe Fas had flown into a wall...

"ETA fifteen minutes to the great Tower!" Math chirped brightly, "Hi Vesta and Kvothe. "

OoC// One or two more rounds of posting left, I think, and we can wrap this all up. Or if you'd like, I can just edit and end it now. >> IknowIsuckatpostingandyoumightbetiredwithme. <<