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~A/N: Yes, I know, this fic sucks. Try to enjoy.
Chapter 2: Storms
A very angry blue-haired mage stalked into the clearing. Had his younger, only slightly less brooding self been there, he would have declared that a 'black wind' was beginning to blow.
"What have I gotten into?" He asked himself. "Traveling with this rag-tag band of fools on a journey that will only lead to their destruction and mine by association? Acting the part of the hero? This ends now. The girl will take me back to 600 AD, and I will destroy Lavos myself."
When he finally reached the Epoch, he made a startling discovery. It looked like a 1000-piece jigsaw puzzle, in the pre-assembled phase. And that was not good, not good at all. His temper flared wildly.
"GIRL!!!"
A tired sigh escaped the hull of the Epoch.
"What is it Magus?"
"I want the Epoch," he growled, "so get out here and fix it."
"Well, you're never too old to want, Magus. Besides, that's what I'm doing, I'm fixing it."
"For your well being, you should reassemble it, and NOW."
"Getting impatient Lord of Something-or-other?" Lucca called out from under the Epoch.
"Girl, don't you dare get impertinent with me! I could easily. . ."
Lucca stuck her head out from under the ship. With a blasé expression and lazy movements of her head she said, "What, create a black hole and send me to some nether-dimension where demons and monsters are waiting to rip my flesh from my bones? Trust me; I think I'd prefer that than have to suffer through another one of your overblown tirades."
With a cutting smile Lucca ducked back under the Epoch as she racked up the day's scoreboard. "Me: 3 points, Slightly Effeminate Mage: Zero!" Ah, this was definitely making up for the. . . crappy. . . night she had. But it was best not to think of that.
Magus's anger was beginning to boil over, mostly because Lucca had guessed his threat more or less correctly, and voiced it with nearly the same phrasing he would have used. "How dare that homely tomboy mock me! There are harsher punishments then the nether-dimensions!" He paused from yet another tirade, albeit a mental one.
"Besides," he sniffed to himself, slightly hurt, "they aren't overblown tirades, but testaments to my fearsome power!"
Out loud, however, he was nothing if not poised. "Well, aren't we witty today? Crono blow you off again? The way he's been strutting around I guess he had a pretty good night, and if your attitude is any indication it wasn't with you."
Lucca grimaced to herself. It was unfair that the wizard should have an insight into her psyche. A quick recap of the score had an even more dismal effect on her emotions: "VERY Effeminate Mage: 2 points, Me: -72."
Deciding that she was not going to give him the pleasure of a stunned silence, she stuck her head back out and declared, "That was a cheap shot, oh mighty Overlord of Nothing. Besides, the ditz can have him. They were made for each other. He doesn't talk, and she talks way too much. And the more time they spend together, the less time I have to spend with HER."
Smiling cruelly, Magus opened his mouth to say something undoubtedly wicked when he was interrupted by a loud rumbling. The sky, which had been a sickly shade of blue all day was now slate gray, and the rumbling of thunder was accompanied by lightning.
"Damnit!" Shouted Lucca, as she scuttled out from under the Epoch and began to gather up her tools. Pulling a large tarp from her bag she thrust one end into Magus's hand, and ran to the other side of the bulky machine.
"What the hell is this for?" Magus asked.
"Don't get dense on me now! Help me cover the Epoch!"
"Oh, no you don't! You are going to fix this machine RIGHT NOW!" He stomped his feet and crossed his arms, shooting Lucca a determined look.
She glared at him angrily. "I am not fixing this thing in this weather! Besides, it can't get wet; it'll get destroyed!"
At that very moment the sky opened up and rain began to fall in sheets. The ground quickly turned into mud and the Epoch was getting drenched. Finally, a very exasperated Lucca yanked the tarp from Magus's hands, which caused the pompous wizard to fall very unceremoniously onto his backside.
"You will pay for that you little wench!" roared the mage, his eyes glowing an even more unnatural shade of red, like fire engine red or L'Oreal lipstick #34. "I command you to fix this contraption NOW!"
"Go to hell!" Lucca screamed back. "Or a bath house! You might fit in better there!"
The mage paled with anger, which in his case meant his white skin turned nearly luminescent.
"I'm going to teach you never to disrespect your betters, four-eyes!" He raised his hand, clearly getting ready to form that black hole he would've threatened her with earlier, if she hadn't stolen the words from his mouth.
Suddenly, a flash of lighting struck the ground between them. Their eyes met, and with a suitably dramatic "This isn't over girl!" and "Screw off, King of Misfits!" they turned as one and fled to the relative safety of the inn.
Chapter 2: Storms
A very angry blue-haired mage stalked into the clearing. Had his younger, only slightly less brooding self been there, he would have declared that a 'black wind' was beginning to blow.
"What have I gotten into?" He asked himself. "Traveling with this rag-tag band of fools on a journey that will only lead to their destruction and mine by association? Acting the part of the hero? This ends now. The girl will take me back to 600 AD, and I will destroy Lavos myself."
When he finally reached the Epoch, he made a startling discovery. It looked like a 1000-piece jigsaw puzzle, in the pre-assembled phase. And that was not good, not good at all. His temper flared wildly.
"GIRL!!!"
A tired sigh escaped the hull of the Epoch.
"What is it Magus?"
"I want the Epoch," he growled, "so get out here and fix it."
"Well, you're never too old to want, Magus. Besides, that's what I'm doing, I'm fixing it."
"For your well being, you should reassemble it, and NOW."
"Getting impatient Lord of Something-or-other?" Lucca called out from under the Epoch.
"Girl, don't you dare get impertinent with me! I could easily. . ."
Lucca stuck her head out from under the ship. With a blasé expression and lazy movements of her head she said, "What, create a black hole and send me to some nether-dimension where demons and monsters are waiting to rip my flesh from my bones? Trust me; I think I'd prefer that than have to suffer through another one of your overblown tirades."
With a cutting smile Lucca ducked back under the Epoch as she racked up the day's scoreboard. "Me: 3 points, Slightly Effeminate Mage: Zero!" Ah, this was definitely making up for the. . . crappy. . . night she had. But it was best not to think of that.
Magus's anger was beginning to boil over, mostly because Lucca had guessed his threat more or less correctly, and voiced it with nearly the same phrasing he would have used. "How dare that homely tomboy mock me! There are harsher punishments then the nether-dimensions!" He paused from yet another tirade, albeit a mental one.
"Besides," he sniffed to himself, slightly hurt, "they aren't overblown tirades, but testaments to my fearsome power!"
Out loud, however, he was nothing if not poised. "Well, aren't we witty today? Crono blow you off again? The way he's been strutting around I guess he had a pretty good night, and if your attitude is any indication it wasn't with you."
Lucca grimaced to herself. It was unfair that the wizard should have an insight into her psyche. A quick recap of the score had an even more dismal effect on her emotions: "VERY Effeminate Mage: 2 points, Me: -72."
Deciding that she was not going to give him the pleasure of a stunned silence, she stuck her head back out and declared, "That was a cheap shot, oh mighty Overlord of Nothing. Besides, the ditz can have him. They were made for each other. He doesn't talk, and she talks way too much. And the more time they spend together, the less time I have to spend with HER."
Smiling cruelly, Magus opened his mouth to say something undoubtedly wicked when he was interrupted by a loud rumbling. The sky, which had been a sickly shade of blue all day was now slate gray, and the rumbling of thunder was accompanied by lightning.
"Damnit!" Shouted Lucca, as she scuttled out from under the Epoch and began to gather up her tools. Pulling a large tarp from her bag she thrust one end into Magus's hand, and ran to the other side of the bulky machine.
"What the hell is this for?" Magus asked.
"Don't get dense on me now! Help me cover the Epoch!"
"Oh, no you don't! You are going to fix this machine RIGHT NOW!" He stomped his feet and crossed his arms, shooting Lucca a determined look.
She glared at him angrily. "I am not fixing this thing in this weather! Besides, it can't get wet; it'll get destroyed!"
At that very moment the sky opened up and rain began to fall in sheets. The ground quickly turned into mud and the Epoch was getting drenched. Finally, a very exasperated Lucca yanked the tarp from Magus's hands, which caused the pompous wizard to fall very unceremoniously onto his backside.
"You will pay for that you little wench!" roared the mage, his eyes glowing an even more unnatural shade of red, like fire engine red or L'Oreal lipstick #34. "I command you to fix this contraption NOW!"
"Go to hell!" Lucca screamed back. "Or a bath house! You might fit in better there!"
The mage paled with anger, which in his case meant his white skin turned nearly luminescent.
"I'm going to teach you never to disrespect your betters, four-eyes!" He raised his hand, clearly getting ready to form that black hole he would've threatened her with earlier, if she hadn't stolen the words from his mouth.
Suddenly, a flash of lighting struck the ground between them. Their eyes met, and with a suitably dramatic "This isn't over girl!" and "Screw off, King of Misfits!" they turned as one and fled to the relative safety of the inn.
