❝So uh... Would now be a bad time to ask what's going on? Maybe later, when we aren't running for our lives from a megalomaniac crazy person?❞
OR
In which an invisible NPC befriends our avatars, forms friendships and maybe, just maybe, falls...
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SKYE wasn't sure what time it was. Let alone what day it was. But she knew she was getting hungry, and there was a local market that was perfect for a quick fix of food. Even in Jumanji, a rather large jungle environment with lots of berries, Skye was pretty sure at least half of them were poisonous.
She trailed foot tracks to the front of the bazaar, ducking under the bead curtain (although, she possibly wouldn't have needed to duck) and walking into the dark underground, bamboo pipes acting as a makeshift ceiling. She looked around the location - there was a local vendor selling 'rations', and she snatched one from the table. It disappeared as soon as she grabbed it, the vendor not noticing. She chuckled under her breath as she picked a bit off the ration, biting into it.
"Cake." She whispered, allowing the food to absorb into her mouth. "Lemon cake." She licked her lips and hummed slightly. "Pretty good, not substantial, but pretty good." She grinned and walked to one of the other stalls, pocketing an apple as she went.
One of the benefits of being practically invisible to most people was that Skye was very good at sneaking around. She will admit that what she was doing was stealing, but since her first few attempts to try to convince the vendors that yes, what they were seeing wasn't just a trick of the light was unsuccessful, she figured that she'd much rather steal than go on a fruitless effort.
She pulled out her messenger bag and found a small collection of crates to sit on, pulling out her sketchbook once she got comfortable and crossing her left leg over her right to act as a makeshift desk. As she began to sketch the machete that was hanging from the roof of a stall, trying to make sure that the shading was perfect and accurate, she suddenly noticed movement. The vendor she had stolen a cake from started shouting 'rations' loudly. The other vendors began to move around. It was like someone had pressed start on a video camera. Skye looked around in confusion. She hadn't seen this place so... Lively?
Sure it was colorful, but it now actually looked like people inhabited the place. Not like it was a silent ghost town with people who sat at stalls, staring into space, not moving, let alone speaking. But as far as Skye knew, she was the only person who actually knew how to talk of their own volition. That means that people were here! Actual people, not these silent unthinking immovable ones!
She looked back down at the half finished machete drawing and sighed, patting it down before she shut the sketchbook.
"Maybe someone will finally see me." She muttered, somewhat bitter. Her invisibility had been a blessing and a curse - a blessing because of her ability to snatch rations and other items, but a curse because... well, when you're invisible, not many people notice you exist. That was obvious. It was what The Invisible Man was about, a book she pilfered from one of the sellers here!
Or at least... She thought it was what the book was about. Much like the maps, the pages of books were reduced to useless scrap paper. Aside from her drawings, and she guessed its because she made them, most paper was blank. She mainly pilfered books for when she ran out of pages, and the doodles she made were better than any story she would've been able to read.
