[Location: Enchanted Forest]

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Oolong had gotten tired of the sceaming and the running the Extras were doing. There was no point in trying to reason with them, either-- he could try and explain to the doll-people (as he thought of them) that he meant no harm, really, and it was to no avail. Like talking to machines.

The city was therefore a scene of screaming Extras every time he attempted to land, and the landing was difficult, what with few open areas that could accommodate his size. Oolong had initially been quite pleased on realizing his transformation, but at the moment he was beginning to feel it was almost a curse in the enclosed cage of Taxon.

He would test the boundaries. Soon. For the moment he writhed his way through the sky seeking only... a little respite.

There was patchy forest, thicker in some place, and as he surveyed the trees below, he spotted one section that was greener and richer than the surrounding forest. He felt drawn to it-- it seemed alive in a way hard to categorize-- and Oolong started to loop down from the air, down, down, in circle after circle towards the gem of a forest below.