Snippet #2675815

"Yo! If anyone can hear me, say something!"

He could hear in the distance, a faint voice carried on the wind. Strange He thought. I would of expected the locals to not sound quite so... Urban.

"Eh, whatever." He dismissed the oddity. Wasn't all that important anyways. What was important was that he seek out this voice before he loses track. He was curious as to who might be around in such a sparsely populated area.
"Hey! I'll be right on over, just keep talkin'!" He bellowed from the top of the ruin his answer to the feminine voice's request. From his perch his voice carried well, echoing over the forest canopy.

He started considering his possible paths. He could just jump down and try walking in the direction he heard the voice coming from but that would be rather boring. He was in a new world with the ability to jump beyond human ability. Just walking everywhere seemed rather plain compared to the scenic route of jumping from platform to platform. Looking ahead he scouted his landing and jumped.


It was no harder than jumping normally. Despite the wind rushing past him as he quickly ascended and descended his hat never seemed to fall off. He noticed slight dips in the orange bar every time he jumped. The bar seemed to be correlated to the effort he put into each jump, hence why it hovered a bit around the middle as he started to work up a bit of a sweat from all the jumping he was doing.

Platform to platform, old ruin to half built structure he bounded merrily, only stopping on occasion to catch a short breath and let his stamina bar recharge. Eventually he had to go between the trees, leaping from branch to branch. After a short while the person who the voice belonged to came into view.


From up on a branch he saw a tan woman with white hair wearing rather scant clothes and two big yellow bracers.
This must be the person who was yelling He reasoned. Leaning on the side of the tree, way up as he was standing on a branch, he looked down and waved to her. "Howdy!" He greeted her with a big warm smile on his strange pale face.
"Hope you aren't feeling too cold out here, eheheheh.." He remarked, a partial jab at her choice of wardrobe followed by some creepy chuckling.

His laughter was less a product of mirth and more of a punctuation meant to denote the statement's playful nature. In truth the laughter wasn't intended to sound quite so stilted. It sounded more natural in his head when he was coming up with the line. Despite the outward smile he was beating himself up on the inside over the fact he used that line even though he knew it was likely not to come across as natural sounding.