<br/>[img height=200]http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMjEML5yj4w/TMY9t4IPiJI/AAAAAAAAACU/D1JS6X-E5C0/s1600/japanese%20woman.jpg[img]<br/>Character Name/Alias: Kitaka Tori<br/>Location: On a Flying Cloud on the Eastern Continent -> Moving through a mirror<br/>Current Action(s): Lecturing a demi-god<br/>Tagging: Sun Wukong (Juggtacular)<br/><br/><br/>The last time had been somewhat easier. She had flashes of memory from long ago and not so long, a vague and distant memory that kept her feeling a sense of familiarity with her surroundings. It was as though she had covered the ground below half a dozen times despite never having seen it before in her life. She knew every breeze, every wave that leaped up from the choppy seas under her feet and beyond the white reach of the cloud on which she floated. Tendrils of the misty components curled around her bare feet, making her feel disturbingly disconnected from the situation at hand, and yet nothing could have brought her closer.<br/><br/>"And another thing. If you keep accepting these sorts of things without thinking, you're going to run into a situation in which you find both of us dead an-..." With a frown, she drew up short. Why did it seem like she was constantly lecturing him? He, a man she had never met until an hour past, sniffing around the desert sands where a city had once stood. A moment of vertigo overcame the Kitsune and she found herself staggering sideways a moment, reaching out to grip at his elbow for stability.<br/><br/>He was the Monkey King of legend, newly emerged from the mountain and having recruited the Kitsune on the sands that obscured the former Arabian market at Agrabah. The city had sunk into the sands when they had refused to swear allegiance to yet another djinn who had demanded total submission. The knights of Agrabah were a proud people and she was not in herself surprised that they had refused the offer. She herself had poked her injured form from the forest only just in time to make the acquaintance of the strange being that had fallen from the sky to giggle madly in front of her.  He was convincing in his own right, with a confidence that was both infectious and dangerous, in her estimation. She resented how easily he made her want to follow him. She, the Kitsune who had made a life out of avoiding people of all kinds. They were dangerous and unpredictable and she was nothing if not a creature of monetary value.<br/><br/>Luckily for her, he was as stalwart as he seemed, though mutable. She managed to catch herself and shake her head, a hand to her temple and eyes squeezed closed. She tried to remember what was fleeing from her recollection with a manic focus. Familiarity, and yet.... And yet they'd only just met. Perhaps this was some magic of the man's inherent nature, though she somehow doubted it. The tales spoke of his influence, but never suggested it was magic. She once again found herself wondering just how much of the old tales were simply warrior's stories, exaggerated over a drink for the sake of listening feminine ears. Hard to say. He did, after all, have a cloud on which he rode. Some things could not be discounted.<br/><br/>He had offered her a place at his side in Heaven, though she somewhat doubted this was something she truly desired. Sooner or later, her hide would become more valuable without her in it, and she needed to find a way to repopulate the world with Kitsune. It was a troubling prospect, one she wished to put off for as long as she could. A life or... afterlife? In Heaven might get in the way of all of that. It still made her all the more likely to help him, despite her misgivings.<br/><br/>"If we must sacrifice our safety, we might as well find a way to make it quicker. The longer one is in the open, the more likely caught. I assume, of course, given your many talents that you have a way to... conjure a passage for us? Unless you plan to float us all the way there." She eyed the cloud beneath her feet, still unsure of the stability around her. Everything was eerie.<br/><br/><em>Kit... What HAVE you gotten yourself into?</em>She asked herself without expecting an answer as she gazed out over troubled sea and the point at which dark clouds gathered on the horizon. "Whatever the case, we ought to be away from here quickly." Her intonation was panicked and serious at once, a terror growing in her soul.