The moon was shining radiantly & the wind blew the grass tenderly as the mages marched through the prairie, the wind carrying their earthly smell.
"It's cold. You're fortunate you're FIRE-attribute, Berg." Rosemary nitpicked, shivering. The red-haired man leading them wasn't quaking the gobsmackingly slightest bit.
"Rosemary-sis, we must be thankful for ourselves." Jasmine tugged her older comrade's blue dress, only to be unheeded by daydreams.
Will I be happy if I decide to live with him for eternity? Rosemary questioned herself while looking at their leader.
Of course Bergamot is no unsightly person. He has a pointed nose, red hair as well as lips, narrow, green eyes, an affectionate voice, & a gentleman(ish?) nature. A superlative companion indeed he seemed, however, Rosemary sensed something odd from him since this morning, when they were preparing for the supposed-to-be meeting with Mahaad. She blushed again remembering him coming inside the cottage topless the same afternoon.
"How did you get the message that Mahaad is missing?" Bergamot asked Marjoram.
"We have been informed by the Warrior Monk of Tenyi. He said that he has also been searching for Mahaad, but couldn't find the damned sorcerer either." Marjoram scowled. "Poor chap."
"And?"
"The Warrior Monk of Tenyi went to Mahaad's underground house, but only found a letter. He gave it to me." Marjoram gave Bergamot a somewhat torn & not to mention bloody letter, which Bergamot read out loud.
'Try & find me if you dare. Don't bring Neos or any other HEROes, or Mahad dies.
- RK.'
"So Mahaad has been abducted?" grimaced Angelica.
"I'm afraid so." Laurel juddered. "But we need to take a break. I'm hungry."
Bergamot immediately knew what to do & pulled out his trademark staff. As he chanted a spell, sparkly red dust made mini tornadoes in the air, materializing into 7 bowls of ginger porridge. "Here, enjoy." said he.
"This is lovely!" Marjoram exclaimed, devouring the porridge with a spoon. "Once again, you've done it."
"I guess so."
"What about Prof. Mahaad?" Jasmine asked.
"We'll take a break first here. Any tents, Cananga?"
Bergamot, now completely covered in a crimson red cloak, was sitting in the pentacle on the praire grass, surrounded by 5 red candles & his own herb - orange & red bergamot. Slowly, chanting a spell underneath his breath, he sensed his chant becoming one with the wind.
A flash of red, the scent of smoke. Bergamot smirked beneath his red mask, knowing that the summoning succeeded. Now, in front of Bergamot, was a menacing creature of lava with a sorrowful aura. The creature's black head & claws reminded Bergamot of Slifer the Sky Dragon with a few execptions. The creature's mouth, filled with smoke & sharp teeth, bursted out flickers of fire. It highly seemed the creature's sturdy legs & tail were made of lava & rocks themselves. Unimpressed & mournful turquiose eyes looked at the Aromage, but only barely.
What is your business you called me here? The creature queried with an uninterested tone.
"Where is Mahaad?"
Ooh, the Dark Magician? Sorry, but I have no idea.
"Don't even try to lie."
No way in the living Underworld I would tell you a falsehood! I'm simply NOT a liar, you disrespectful fool. The creature, the Volcanic Doomfire, was starting to lose his temper. Being a professional, Bergamot didn't scream when Doomfire snuffed & smashed a candle with a swipe of a claw, as well as grabbing the wizard with his other claw, leaving only his torso, arms, & head exposed. The red mask fell to the ground with a clank.
"I don't mean to say so, I swear to thee." Bergamot already felt his legs & waist being squeezed. A bone or two had started to crack. "I'm just..."
Concerned about Mahaad? If monsters like Doomfire could smirk, the Pyro-type had definitely smirked then.
Bergamot felt thankful that the dark surrounding them successfully hid his blush. "Not... not like I care! Seriously!"
Everyone knows you're a tsundere, Aromage Bergamot. I also answered your question already.
Another pregnant silence.
So, I don't know where Mahaad is, but I think I know what you should do. Doomfire's gaze turned optimistic.
"What should we do, then?" asked Bergamot when Doomfire slowly put the mage down on the grass, claws slipping off his body.
Continue looking for clues about Mahaad's whereabouts. Hurry. Before Bergamot could say anything, Doomfire has vanquished in a wisp of red smoke.