Kevin woke up, stretching his arms, and yawned. He looked at the clock, whose wooden cuckoo had jumped out at that moment. It was 4:00 a.m.
"Duran! Wake up!!" The half beastman stuck his head into the hole in the wall cheerfully. Duran didn't stir. He had been so tired he didn't even have the energy to snore. "Duran! Duran? DURRRAAAN!!" Kevin did his best to wake the man up. The grappler watched as the fighter violently tried to swipe Kevin's hand, and Kevin saw Duran's face. His eyes widened. Duran's face was completely covered with cane marks and hand-shaped bruises.
"Shuuuut UUUUUPPP Keeeevinnnn...." Duran's swollen eyes opened just enough that he could shove Kevin's face out of the wall.
"..." The Beast King's son realized this was hopeless. But what should he do now? Odd man that the grappler always was, he decided to go out take a walk.
Lise woke up, and got out of the bed, and the very first thing she heard was the clock, ringing out the very last 'kuu' from its wooden cuckoo. She stared at the hands, squinting through her still half asleep eyes. It was 7:00 a.m. . Lise looked over to the unmade bed of Kevin, and her eyes bulged in surprise. Unsurprisingly he wasn't there. Oh no, that wasn't what made her sweatdrop in surprise. It was the fact that there gorged a huge hole about the ratio of a woodpecker's hole to a woodpecker itself, and through that hole was the swollen, limp, tired, and deformed face of the proud Duran. And the man wasn't even snoring. Remembering her thoughts the other day, she left a honey drink near Duran's bed.
Angela peeped through one eye. It was still night in Mintos, as the moon always turned its face towards the city and forest, its beams catching onto Angela's purple hair. She woke up just as the cuckoo sung its ring of 10:00 a.m. Yesterday had been such a long night. The princess turned her head to her-unfortunately-roommate. His back to Angela, Duran's rather long orange hair was sprawled on the pillow, and he didn't even stir. A rather quiet sleeper for such a loud man.
'Was I too harsh on him? ...Naw...' She proceeded to get dressed.
Duran gave his first snore of the night at 1:00 p.m.
~*~
Deathjester bounced out of the room, immediately seething once the 'slam' of the door rang through the huge corridors. There was something about that Beast King which didn't particularly match his tastes. He looked at the brainwashed Heath, who nodded. Nothing left but to call THAT woman out...
"Amara jiyo no apara SU!" The wall he faced twisted and contorted counterclockwise. The face of a girl whose jet-black, almost unnaturally straight hair's tips reached just below her jaw in the front, appeared. She proceeded to lean her head forward, revealing that her hair, in the back, shortened to just reached the upper part of her neck. The rest of her body came along out as if the discontorted wall were water. The woman was dressed in garments exactly like the Deathjester's, although her hat only had one end instead of two. She half smiled, half smirked at the magicians before her.
~*~
Kevin came back to the inn, finding Lise and Angela dragging the sleeping Duran out of the door by the arms.
"Ah! It's Kevin!" Angela made a small wave, which Kevin returned as he walked toward them. "Hey hey, guess what? I decided to join your little group here! Kinda felt sorry for Lise, you know?"
"That...good to hear!" Kevin shot a wide smile. "But...about Duran?" Angela glanced at the still sleeping fighter, who was now snoring as loudly as a person could.
"...I say we feed the pervert to the dogs. There's a lot of them here, right?" Angela looked towards Lise for approval. Kevin was just a LITTLE bit perturbed at the idea.
"Uh...how bout wake up?" He suggested a little nervously. They looked at him, and Lise sighed, knowing there really was only one way to wake the guy up.
"Duran." She poked Duran's stomach with the end of her lance. "Wake up, Duran." They watched as Duran discontorted, twitched, and fell back. The girls exchanged looks. "You insisted, Angela." The magician smiled and started bashing him with her weapon, while Lise, though sweatdropping at Angela's antics, gently prodded him.
"WAKE UP PERV!" Kevin's face completely read 'O_O!!'
"Er..Euh.." He decided to inch away.
"OWOWOWOWOWOWOW!!!! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" Duran got up as abruptly as a just sleeping person could.
"Let's go already! I'm tired of waiting!!" The princess of Altena flicked her hair back. Lise just nodded the forward path, holding out the forgotten honey. Duran seethed.
"Alright, alright! Let's go!" He stumbled towards the forest, and the rest proceeded in.
'Just like Duran...' Lise thought with a minor annoyance.
~*~
Upon looking at the woman, Deathjester was beginning to wonder if he made a mistake in summoning her. After she sat herself in the air in crosslegged fashion, she covered her mouth with one hand in exaggerated amazement and gasped audibly.
"Aiya! Why, how rare is it that you let me out, my dear twin!" She said in mocking shock, using a rather flirty tone. "Yet to greet me for my first visit in a decade while hiding behind a mask is so rude!" Deathjester didn't say anything that was on his mind, which was a LOT. This was the twin who gave her soul to pure magic, turning herself to but a wisp of a being.
The Mana Stone of Darkness had a double face. It lost itself to God of Chaos, whose light was opposite that of Goddess of Mana's, as Moon to Tree, and Earth to Wind. It then became the bridge to Chaos, for all those who live in Mana's possession, and vice versa. The God of Chaos saw that its people were all dieing in the melee which was his, but this was Chaos. Chaos had Self-Destruction under his grasp, while Mana had Order under hers. The god quickly flung a book, a book of the darkest spells imaginable, into the ever shrinking gate that appeared since some very special one had shattered the order of the Darkness Stone. In this book were spells on releasing the Mana Stones' powers, and a bait, the Exchange of Souls Spell, to bring living things to his universe.
Deathjester had to thank his stars that the Spell only gave his sister less of a body, and more of magic. If she had lost her soul completely, who knows what she could do in this place? He thought these prospects as his twin jumped down from her perch in the air to in front of Heath.
"I see you have an assistant, Jester?" She examined the boy from Wendel closely. "Aiya, aiya! He has much potential! Hidden well underneath that such a cute face, na, but still there! If trained right, he may surpass you!" Then she turned her head to Deathjester, who was deep in thought and jumped at the idea. "Ie, that would not be good, considering the blank eyes of this boy. If he were to be free of your grasp, that would not be very hao ya?" She exaggerated the last two foreign words.
"Agh! Where did you get this language accent?" Deathjester pretended to slap himself in frustration at the way she mix matched words of a different language. "Couldn't you just say 'That's no good'?" The transparent woman grinned in that way which suggested something else.
"I'll keep in mind that the people of Mana only have one language."
"Getting a little too good in your head, dear Joker sis?"
"Why else should I be called here? It isn't your BIRTHDAY today, is it now? Ai! That would mean it's mine too!" She covered her mouth with her hand in exaggerated surprise again. Deathjester's vein popped. Sometimes she really just got on his nerves.
"Just to clean up a little garbage that is getting the way of my plans." He twirled the air to suggest something.
"If you very must wish, my dear nii-chan." She made an overly fancy bow and whisked herself.
"Heath, boy, what does nii-chan mean?" Deathjester, sulky, looked back to Heath.
"Very informal and chatty way of saying brother." Heath replied. Heath was the one who studied the books of languages included in the book by Chaos. This, to Deathjester, was a good way of a. obtaining information and b. taking up his mindspace so to restrict the capacity of magic he could hold.
Deathjester half heaved, half grunted his exasperation. Joker, that girl damn her, could really get out of hand. A lot.
Joker, on the other hand, was enjoying herself thoroughly. Being but a trace of a being she quickly found out which people Deathjester had on his mind, and soared through the skies whose Mana was dissapating at an incredible rate. After not a very long search, she found her targets.
"This time, Joker shall be the one who plays....!" She pulled out a card from her pocket while announcing this to herself in a girly tone. Joker smiled mischieviously down at the quartet. "Puppetmaster 3."
"Duran! Wake up!!" The half beastman stuck his head into the hole in the wall cheerfully. Duran didn't stir. He had been so tired he didn't even have the energy to snore. "Duran! Duran? DURRRAAAN!!" Kevin did his best to wake the man up. The grappler watched as the fighter violently tried to swipe Kevin's hand, and Kevin saw Duran's face. His eyes widened. Duran's face was completely covered with cane marks and hand-shaped bruises.
"Shuuuut UUUUUPPP Keeeevinnnn...." Duran's swollen eyes opened just enough that he could shove Kevin's face out of the wall.
"..." The Beast King's son realized this was hopeless. But what should he do now? Odd man that the grappler always was, he decided to go out take a walk.
Lise woke up, and got out of the bed, and the very first thing she heard was the clock, ringing out the very last 'kuu' from its wooden cuckoo. She stared at the hands, squinting through her still half asleep eyes. It was 7:00 a.m. . Lise looked over to the unmade bed of Kevin, and her eyes bulged in surprise. Unsurprisingly he wasn't there. Oh no, that wasn't what made her sweatdrop in surprise. It was the fact that there gorged a huge hole about the ratio of a woodpecker's hole to a woodpecker itself, and through that hole was the swollen, limp, tired, and deformed face of the proud Duran. And the man wasn't even snoring. Remembering her thoughts the other day, she left a honey drink near Duran's bed.
Angela peeped through one eye. It was still night in Mintos, as the moon always turned its face towards the city and forest, its beams catching onto Angela's purple hair. She woke up just as the cuckoo sung its ring of 10:00 a.m. Yesterday had been such a long night. The princess turned her head to her-unfortunately-roommate. His back to Angela, Duran's rather long orange hair was sprawled on the pillow, and he didn't even stir. A rather quiet sleeper for such a loud man.
'Was I too harsh on him? ...Naw...' She proceeded to get dressed.
Duran gave his first snore of the night at 1:00 p.m.
~*~
Deathjester bounced out of the room, immediately seething once the 'slam' of the door rang through the huge corridors. There was something about that Beast King which didn't particularly match his tastes. He looked at the brainwashed Heath, who nodded. Nothing left but to call THAT woman out...
"Amara jiyo no apara SU!" The wall he faced twisted and contorted counterclockwise. The face of a girl whose jet-black, almost unnaturally straight hair's tips reached just below her jaw in the front, appeared. She proceeded to lean her head forward, revealing that her hair, in the back, shortened to just reached the upper part of her neck. The rest of her body came along out as if the discontorted wall were water. The woman was dressed in garments exactly like the Deathjester's, although her hat only had one end instead of two. She half smiled, half smirked at the magicians before her.
~*~
Kevin came back to the inn, finding Lise and Angela dragging the sleeping Duran out of the door by the arms.
"Ah! It's Kevin!" Angela made a small wave, which Kevin returned as he walked toward them. "Hey hey, guess what? I decided to join your little group here! Kinda felt sorry for Lise, you know?"
"That...good to hear!" Kevin shot a wide smile. "But...about Duran?" Angela glanced at the still sleeping fighter, who was now snoring as loudly as a person could.
"...I say we feed the pervert to the dogs. There's a lot of them here, right?" Angela looked towards Lise for approval. Kevin was just a LITTLE bit perturbed at the idea.
"Uh...how bout wake up?" He suggested a little nervously. They looked at him, and Lise sighed, knowing there really was only one way to wake the guy up.
"Duran." She poked Duran's stomach with the end of her lance. "Wake up, Duran." They watched as Duran discontorted, twitched, and fell back. The girls exchanged looks. "You insisted, Angela." The magician smiled and started bashing him with her weapon, while Lise, though sweatdropping at Angela's antics, gently prodded him.
"WAKE UP PERV!" Kevin's face completely read 'O_O!!'
"Er..Euh.." He decided to inch away.
"OWOWOWOWOWOWOW!!!! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" Duran got up as abruptly as a just sleeping person could.
"Let's go already! I'm tired of waiting!!" The princess of Altena flicked her hair back. Lise just nodded the forward path, holding out the forgotten honey. Duran seethed.
"Alright, alright! Let's go!" He stumbled towards the forest, and the rest proceeded in.
'Just like Duran...' Lise thought with a minor annoyance.
~*~
Upon looking at the woman, Deathjester was beginning to wonder if he made a mistake in summoning her. After she sat herself in the air in crosslegged fashion, she covered her mouth with one hand in exaggerated amazement and gasped audibly.
"Aiya! Why, how rare is it that you let me out, my dear twin!" She said in mocking shock, using a rather flirty tone. "Yet to greet me for my first visit in a decade while hiding behind a mask is so rude!" Deathjester didn't say anything that was on his mind, which was a LOT. This was the twin who gave her soul to pure magic, turning herself to but a wisp of a being.
The Mana Stone of Darkness had a double face. It lost itself to God of Chaos, whose light was opposite that of Goddess of Mana's, as Moon to Tree, and Earth to Wind. It then became the bridge to Chaos, for all those who live in Mana's possession, and vice versa. The God of Chaos saw that its people were all dieing in the melee which was his, but this was Chaos. Chaos had Self-Destruction under his grasp, while Mana had Order under hers. The god quickly flung a book, a book of the darkest spells imaginable, into the ever shrinking gate that appeared since some very special one had shattered the order of the Darkness Stone. In this book were spells on releasing the Mana Stones' powers, and a bait, the Exchange of Souls Spell, to bring living things to his universe.
Deathjester had to thank his stars that the Spell only gave his sister less of a body, and more of magic. If she had lost her soul completely, who knows what she could do in this place? He thought these prospects as his twin jumped down from her perch in the air to in front of Heath.
"I see you have an assistant, Jester?" She examined the boy from Wendel closely. "Aiya, aiya! He has much potential! Hidden well underneath that such a cute face, na, but still there! If trained right, he may surpass you!" Then she turned her head to Deathjester, who was deep in thought and jumped at the idea. "Ie, that would not be good, considering the blank eyes of this boy. If he were to be free of your grasp, that would not be very hao ya?" She exaggerated the last two foreign words.
"Agh! Where did you get this language accent?" Deathjester pretended to slap himself in frustration at the way she mix matched words of a different language. "Couldn't you just say 'That's no good'?" The transparent woman grinned in that way which suggested something else.
"I'll keep in mind that the people of Mana only have one language."
"Getting a little too good in your head, dear Joker sis?"
"Why else should I be called here? It isn't your BIRTHDAY today, is it now? Ai! That would mean it's mine too!" She covered her mouth with her hand in exaggerated surprise again. Deathjester's vein popped. Sometimes she really just got on his nerves.
"Just to clean up a little garbage that is getting the way of my plans." He twirled the air to suggest something.
"If you very must wish, my dear nii-chan." She made an overly fancy bow and whisked herself.
"Heath, boy, what does nii-chan mean?" Deathjester, sulky, looked back to Heath.
"Very informal and chatty way of saying brother." Heath replied. Heath was the one who studied the books of languages included in the book by Chaos. This, to Deathjester, was a good way of a. obtaining information and b. taking up his mindspace so to restrict the capacity of magic he could hold.
Deathjester half heaved, half grunted his exasperation. Joker, that girl damn her, could really get out of hand. A lot.
Joker, on the other hand, was enjoying herself thoroughly. Being but a trace of a being she quickly found out which people Deathjester had on his mind, and soared through the skies whose Mana was dissapating at an incredible rate. After not a very long search, she found her targets.
"This time, Joker shall be the one who plays....!" She pulled out a card from her pocket while announcing this to herself in a girly tone. Joker smiled mischieviously down at the quartet. "Puppetmaster 3."
