For Neo the sensation that teleportation gives was hard to get used to. Not that teleportation actually affects one's senses in any way, and that's what was the strangest part. There's no sucking sensation, no sense of falling, no sense of movement at all. You just stand in one place, after which, a blink of the eye, and you stand in a completely different place. In between one blink to the next, everything that you saw before was replaced by something else entirely. You felt nothing, and yet at the same time, everything around you changed, creating a sense of dissonance.
Not that Neo would complain about such a trifle, though, when set against the positive possibility of teleportation.
"So, our 'background' for this trip." Jonathan spoke up before Neo could get a good look at her surroundings, drawing attention to himself. "We are a family on a trip here from Higanbana, we came here to admire the views. We've arrived here alongside with the traders who have just arrived here recently. We plan to stay here for a couple of weeks and then head back with the caravan, that's it." Jonathan finished, and was about to begin walking before realizing something important.
"Ah, that's right. Do I need to repeat the rules?"
"No going on the backstreets, no talking to strangers, no talking about politics. And lastly, whether by faunus or people, refuse all solicitations, and tell everyone else if you make an alteration of the story." Cinder quoted the peculiar set of rules that Jonathan had made them both learn before their first such outing. Something to which Neo nodded with a roll of her eyes, she wasn't the best conversationalist to give away any secret plans or secrets anyway. Though perhaps the rule regarding 'going around the back alleys', well, yes, Neo was forced to admit that the rule was aimed primarily at her.
I mean, of course, it had been a long time since she'd gone to the alleyways for walks. At least after the first couple of times, she'd decided to escape from Jonathan's supervision. Only for him to use his teleportation, and apparently some other ability, to find her in the farthest corner of the farthest alley and drag her back home, taking her ice cream away for a whole month! Twice! What inhuman cruelty could have made Jonathan do such a terrible thing?!
However, in the end, Neo had learned that if Jonathan could not get his rules across through conversation, he was prepared to do the most horrible things! Like banning ice cream! Or extra lessons! Truly, no Grimm could be crueler than man!
And so, with a sigh, Neo nodded once more for confirmation, glancing at Jonathan, who nodded back, "Okay then, let's walk a bit to the hotel. Remember, staring around is allowed, leaving my sight is not."
With that one last reminder, Jonathan started walking, Neo and Cinder close behind, Neo looking excitedly around to see exactly where she was. Not that there was anything interesting to see, as they were currently in some kind of alley.
Of course, Jonathan, if he wanted to keep his teleportation skills a secret at least, could not just teleport to be in front of the hotel gates in the main square of Kuroyuri. And so, like usual, Jonathan had teleported into an abandoned alley in Kuroyuri. Then, on foot, walk to his destination.
Soon, they were out of the alley, entering into the small settlement's square, and Neo began to look interestedly at her surroundings and people.
The houses were built in an odd style, but still nothing special. Neo had been to Mistral in her past few travels, so the buildings around weren't anything special in that regard, and the clothes of the people, though unfamiliar to her, didn't give her any culture shock either.
The local shopkeepers on the other hand... She really wants to browse what they're selling. Back in Glenn, Jonathan can't really buy things from street vendors, unless he wants to form a mob, so Neo never really visited one when walking the streets of Glenn along with Jonathan.
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FanfictionWhat does it mean, to be a good man? Who is "good"? What is "good"? Tell me, Jonathan Goodman, o blessed scion of Order of Hermes. Tell me, what does your name mean. Tell me about your life. Tell me about your Order. Tell me, what good did you do? T...