Fun With Predis [Clive, Katherine]

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A beautiful morning...?
August 12th

It was morning. Or was it early afternoon? It was always hard to tell in Agrabah. Predis was skittering around in his spidery form, trying to find somewhere without people. So far his near-death experience count for the day was five. Five times someone tried to step on him. And every time, his mind instantly thought, this wouldn't happen were I in my human form.

Predis, unable to sigh in frustration in the form, finally dove, so to speak, down an alleyway that was, for the moment, abandoned. He returned to his newest form, then, the human form, and shook himself off. There were some bits of garbage clinging to him. Not any longer, however. He turned and walked out of the alleyway, moving towards the central plaza, near where he knew Clive and his companion had stayed the night before.

Bumping into a man as he was not paying attention, the spider held out his hands in a placating gesture, as he had seen others do. This man was not having any of that, it seemed. Perhaps he came to the plaza looking for a fight, but all Predis heard was, "That's it, you're getting it," before a fist flew towards his face.

He ducked, dodging the blow, but before he could move anywhere, several armed men showed up. They did not appear to be guards; rather, they appeared to be thugs under this man's command. That idea being partially based on the fact that the man then looked at them, they nodded, and brandished their weapons. Frantically, Predis sent out a mental cry, forming a link with Clive's nearby mind. "I am being waylaid currently. Please help."

[Nothingness]

This is certainly different

Not a single dream that night. For all Clive knew, he was only asleep for a few seconds. It wasn't unusual for him to not have any lately--in fact, ever since leaving Radiant Garden he couldn't recall having a single dream.

Yet, while he was splashing some cold water onto his face, he felt like he was in a dream for a moment. He closed his eyes and heard a voice in his head that wasn't his own. Of course, it only took him a second to realize that the voice in his head was Predis and that he was in trouble. Perfect. The arachnid was a human for less than 24 hours and he was already getting people to try and kill him.

Walking over to the table he took up his kataras and quickly descended the stairs and entered the lobby. Right outside the door he could see a group of armed mercenaries surrounding him. They probably looked like guards to anyone else, but they were more likely than not hired hands--bodyguards, more or less.

"Good morning, gentlemen." Clive said dully as he walked out of the hotel. They stopped closing in on Predis and turned their attention to Clive, one of them grunting out, "What do you want?" The man looked at the blades protruding from Clive's sleeves, lowering his spear to eye-level. Clive subtly shifted his weight, ready to strike at the first sign of danger.

"Nothing, particularly. Simply leave this man alone and your boss won't be short on bodyguards." He responded with just as bored of a tone. For once, Clive could honestly say it was too early for a fight. Just as expected, however, the man just snorted and brought his spear even lower.

All they had to wait for was who would strike first.