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Episode 037: Lookout! It's a Luau?
The First Item is Found!
Further away, down the beach Chicken Boy and Zebra Boy arrived before Vallune's tent; naturally bickering all the way.
The high-pitched giggles that sounded uncomfortably like nervous and shrill screams kept them from interrupting however, and instead they decided to gather their men on their own.
Probably wise as mutiny was afoot, on grounds that the captain was beginning to appear a ninny.
Further down the beach there was another shrill giggle to be heard, and with it several in-key but oh-so-high voices all coursing together in glee as Lokkin turned the stick before him over the open fire.
Tied to the stick was a, thankfully, still fully clothed Sherrast.
"See!" Lokkin chimed up proudly, his Grin-choir continuing with their five-part harmony, the higher-scale of course. "You'll be dry in no time!"
Sherrast growled through her gag and thrashed wildly against the stick and her bonds.
Hee! Lokkin was so glad that he had found those "magic bandages" in that treasure room at the bottom of that odd cave that exited off the coast of the ocean.
They were the only things he took, afterall the only other thing in that cave was:
"Xelloss!" Lina cried in awe, glancing over to the other side. "Filia? But… but…"
"Oh, but it just seemed so much easier this way!" Xelloss stated easily, rubbing the back of his head with a mock-sheepish grin.
"And it's a good thing we came too!" He went on waving a hand at the wall behind him. "Afterall, it seems us and the King aren't the only ones who've been here lately!"
Behind him the wall declared in big proud letters: Lokkin was here! Too late, eh Stony?
"Mr. Lokkin?" Amelia asked warily as the chimera fumed at her side.
"I'm gonna kill him, gonna kill him…" He grumbled trailing off to himself as he glared daggers at the mocking words.
Xelloss grinned proudly, holding out something wrapped in leather. "And you see? We found one of the two items!"
"Ooh!" Lina giggled, running over quickly, her hands stretched out eagerly and all sourness gone. "Let me see! Let me see!"
Xelloss beamed cheerily, letting her take it from him before turning to Filia smoothly.
"Now Filia, about the ownership of that Draconic Tea Set…"
Filia blinked, holding it to her bosom haughtily. "By all definitions of the word Draconic it should be mine, Xelloss!"
"Yes, but that was obviously painted by a black dragon." He replied easily, pointing at some of the inscriptions towards the lid to prove his point. "And you do owe me so many already…"
"Mine…" She growled out, her eyes glowing red darkly at the thought of some monster trying to keep her from adding to her pottery collection.
"Fine." He said with a little shrug, cracking an eye mischievously. "It'll just be more fun to steal it from you later anyway!"
He giggled, and she growled, furious that she couldn't pull free her mase less many valuable pots and surprisingly mases be lost in the fray.
"What is it, Lina?" Gourry asked, approaching the sorceress as she finally undid the leather wrapping.
"It's… it's a sword, Gourry…" She whispered in awe, grinning up at him despite herself. "It's your sword! It's the Sword of Sacrifice!"
"My sword?" He echoed, a bright light dawning on his features as it sunk in and he grabbed it from her holding it high. "Alright! My sword!"
Lina grinned, clapping him on the back. "Well until I decide otherwise anyway."
"No way, Lina!" Gourry declared, fashioning it to his belt possessively. "This is my sword."
"Yeah, but what's yours is mine. And you never did give me back my Sword of Light, Gourry." Lina replied easily, as though all of this should be obvious. "And you promised too…"
"I did not!" Gourry exclaimed in outrage. "Besides, you don't even use your own sword, Lina!"
"That's because my Ragna Blade is superior." Lina declared with a lazy shrug. "You know that."
"Then why do you want this one?" Gourry asked in confusion.
Lina grinned, raising a finger happily. "Because this one matches my belt, and if there's anything I learned today it's you gotta have a good sense of fashion!"
"What?"
Amelia smiled sheepishly, glancing from the writing on the wall to the irate chimera.
"Well at least he left the sword, right?" She stated cheerfully.
"It's not that…" Zelgadiss muttered, looking to the side gloomily. "The little bastard can't teleport that means he got in here…"
The gloom clouds grew bigger.
"The same way we did, but faster…"
Amelia grinned proudly, clapping him on the back. "Well I'm sure he's just trying to impress you, Mr. Zelgadiss. You're obviously like a father figure to him now. Mr. Dynast was probably a terrible father figure."
Zelgadiss blinked at her…
If he was a father-figure…
Amelia… blush… was a mother-figure… well that was quaint way to explain his weakness when it came to her… breasts… end that thought…
And Lokkin was a teenager…
A foul-mouthed teenager…
A foul-mouthed, perverted, teenager…
A foul-mouthed, perverted, teenager, who had gotten here first!
"Gonna kill him…" Came the growl…
"My pot…" Came the wine…
"My sword…" Came the order…
"My virtue!" Came the shrill cry as Jarrek bolted from the tent, running for the ocean as fast as he could go.
"My Lala!" Came the forlorn cry as the drunken "king" chased after him fervently.
"WAIT!"