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My eyes open. It's raining. I'm all wet. That's all right. Time to find a place to stay.
Igros is a big place, and there are plenty of places to stay, if you have money. Since I don't have money, I decide to stay in the cheapest place I can find. Basically, I break into someone's barn and sleep with the horses. At least it's warm and dry.
Fully rested the next morning, I set out in search of that precious resource, the universally recognized form of communication, gil. There are two ways to get money in Ivalice. One is to do actual work. The other is to fight monsters and sell whatever you can get from them. Obviously, the latter would be more along the lines of what I'm looking for, so I head back into the plains. The monsters here are not difficult. With my Punch Art and Draw Out skills it is pretty easy to take down any of the measly opposition I find there. Quite frankly, I am rather disappointed. I'm all dressed up with nowhere to go. I collect what I can from my kills. Hopefully I'll be able to make some money from them.
Once I'm ready to leave the plains, though, I find myself wary of going back to Igros. There is too much pain for me there, too many ghosts to face. So I head for Magic City Gariland instead. I need to add some magic skills to my repertoire anyway.
Gariland is a major shock for me. Igros didn't have anything too unusual. It looked basically how I thought medieval castle town would look. Gariland, however, is entirely different. Magic seems to be infused in every building, every vendor, every cobblestone. Black Mages walk the streets in their blue robes and giant straw hats, all but the whites of their eyes hidden to the outside world. Summoners in their emerald robes and weird horn hats hurry through, picking fights with everyone they bump into. Priests quietly walk down the alleyways, avoiding crowds and generally trying not to be noticed. Time Mages walk around sullenly, watching everyone go by twice as fast. The Oracles just sit back, leaning on their staves, and snicker at them, the irony of their plight not lost on at least some of the city's many inhabitants.
I head for the bazaar with the items I procured in the plains. If I thought the rest of the city was shocking, I had something else coming. The Bazaar, I found, is where you go when you have something pricey to sell. Red Panther skulls and Chocobo feathers need not apply. Merchants shout as loud as they can, always trying to get the attention of anyone and everyone walking by. The movement of the crowd is usually in one direction, making it difficult to stop and look at anything. Curious monsters line the streets, all in cages. Phoenixes sleep in their cages, blind folded Ahrimen fly around knocking into walls constantly, trained Behemoths and Dragons do their best to escape, but magical barriers and impediments stop them at every turn. Their effort is futile. It makes me sad.
One particularly unscrupulous solicitor is really starting to piss me off. A middle aged Mediator is whipping a Red Chocobo. He isn't doing any good at selling it. While it is one of the rarer monsters, there just isn't a market for them like there is the larger, more powerful, not to mention more famous, monsters. The beast, clearly exhausted, is going nowhere. It's just cruel.
"Hey, there's no reason to be so cruel to it!" I shout at him. "All you're doing is making it look less attractive to buy."
"Shut up," the Mediator says in a gruff, gravely voice, "it's none of your business. I can treat my monsters however I want."
"Well where I come from," I say, pulling out my Kikuichimoji, "there's such a crime as animal cruelty. I think someone needs to teach you how to play nice."
"And where might you be from?" he asks, pulling his Romanda Gun from out his back pocket, keeping it hidden behind him.
"Um. why do you want to know?" I ask, startled by the query.
"I just wanted to know where to send the flowers after I kill you," he says, throwing his arm forward and shooting me in the chest about two inches above and to the left of my heart. "But then again, maybe I'll just save myself the money."
I slowly fall to the ground, clutching my wound and balancing myself on my katana. He opens his gun, reloads it, and closes it. He pulls it up to my head, readying the final discharge. "You should have just minded your own goddam business."
I laugh at him, coughing up a bit of blood. "Heh, you should have given my resilience a bit more credit," I say, jumping up and slicing off the hand that held his gun. He screams, unused to being on the receiving end of pain. I shove him to the ground, and he hits with a deep thud, still grasping his stub of an arm. I copy his Mediator skills and take his gun. I kick him in the ribs times, cough up a bit more blood, and then tend to the Chocobo.
I perform a Chakra, healing both the Chocobo and myself completely. "You don't have to worry about him hurting you anymore," I tell the Chocobo, looking back and glaring at the downed Mediator. "He isn't going to be doing anything to anyone for a while.
I get up and walk away. I wander the city's streets for a while, surprising a young couple, a Summoner and a Time Mage, and adding their skills to mine. They weren't masters, but they definitely helped. I stop at the poachers, getting what I can for my Panther skulls and Chocobo feathers, which is, surprisingly, a lot. I head to the armory next and outfit myself a little better. I make myself broke once again by buying Germinas Boots and a Circlet. The whole time that Chocobo follows me. It's really starting to annoy me. I weave through the crowds, trying to lose it, but never manage to. I cast haste on myself to out run it, but this also fails. I try and squeeze through fences to keep the Chocobo from continuing only to have it jump over the fence.
Eventually I just explode at it. "Why are you following me!" I turn around and yell at it.
It just cocks it's head to the side and, with a questioning look on it's face says, "W-wark?"
"Stop looking at me like that!" I shout, flailing around a little bit too much to deny my insanity. "Just turn around and run back home to your mommy!"
It just gives me a sad look with big, teary, puppy-dog eyes and says, "Wark?"
"Oh, don't look at me like that," I say, my heart softening.
"Wark?" it says, perking up considerably. I'm that sure if it had a tail it would be wagging it around right now.
"All right, fine. You can come along. But you're going to pull your own weight!" I say, relenting as I always do to someone who looks pitiful. "Just be glad I wanted a Chocobo anyway."
"Wark wark!" it shouts, running up and nuzzling against me. I scratch it behind it's ears to it's obvious pleasure.
"I wonder what your name should be. How about Daedulus, do you like that?"
"Wark wark!" he shouts, jumping up and down in joy.
"All right then, that's your new name," I tell him. I hop onto his back, and we ride out of the city gates.
My eyes open. It's raining. I'm all wet. That's all right. Time to find a place to stay.
Igros is a big place, and there are plenty of places to stay, if you have money. Since I don't have money, I decide to stay in the cheapest place I can find. Basically, I break into someone's barn and sleep with the horses. At least it's warm and dry.
Fully rested the next morning, I set out in search of that precious resource, the universally recognized form of communication, gil. There are two ways to get money in Ivalice. One is to do actual work. The other is to fight monsters and sell whatever you can get from them. Obviously, the latter would be more along the lines of what I'm looking for, so I head back into the plains. The monsters here are not difficult. With my Punch Art and Draw Out skills it is pretty easy to take down any of the measly opposition I find there. Quite frankly, I am rather disappointed. I'm all dressed up with nowhere to go. I collect what I can from my kills. Hopefully I'll be able to make some money from them.
Once I'm ready to leave the plains, though, I find myself wary of going back to Igros. There is too much pain for me there, too many ghosts to face. So I head for Magic City Gariland instead. I need to add some magic skills to my repertoire anyway.
Gariland is a major shock for me. Igros didn't have anything too unusual. It looked basically how I thought medieval castle town would look. Gariland, however, is entirely different. Magic seems to be infused in every building, every vendor, every cobblestone. Black Mages walk the streets in their blue robes and giant straw hats, all but the whites of their eyes hidden to the outside world. Summoners in their emerald robes and weird horn hats hurry through, picking fights with everyone they bump into. Priests quietly walk down the alleyways, avoiding crowds and generally trying not to be noticed. Time Mages walk around sullenly, watching everyone go by twice as fast. The Oracles just sit back, leaning on their staves, and snicker at them, the irony of their plight not lost on at least some of the city's many inhabitants.
I head for the bazaar with the items I procured in the plains. If I thought the rest of the city was shocking, I had something else coming. The Bazaar, I found, is where you go when you have something pricey to sell. Red Panther skulls and Chocobo feathers need not apply. Merchants shout as loud as they can, always trying to get the attention of anyone and everyone walking by. The movement of the crowd is usually in one direction, making it difficult to stop and look at anything. Curious monsters line the streets, all in cages. Phoenixes sleep in their cages, blind folded Ahrimen fly around knocking into walls constantly, trained Behemoths and Dragons do their best to escape, but magical barriers and impediments stop them at every turn. Their effort is futile. It makes me sad.
One particularly unscrupulous solicitor is really starting to piss me off. A middle aged Mediator is whipping a Red Chocobo. He isn't doing any good at selling it. While it is one of the rarer monsters, there just isn't a market for them like there is the larger, more powerful, not to mention more famous, monsters. The beast, clearly exhausted, is going nowhere. It's just cruel.
"Hey, there's no reason to be so cruel to it!" I shout at him. "All you're doing is making it look less attractive to buy."
"Shut up," the Mediator says in a gruff, gravely voice, "it's none of your business. I can treat my monsters however I want."
"Well where I come from," I say, pulling out my Kikuichimoji, "there's such a crime as animal cruelty. I think someone needs to teach you how to play nice."
"And where might you be from?" he asks, pulling his Romanda Gun from out his back pocket, keeping it hidden behind him.
"Um. why do you want to know?" I ask, startled by the query.
"I just wanted to know where to send the flowers after I kill you," he says, throwing his arm forward and shooting me in the chest about two inches above and to the left of my heart. "But then again, maybe I'll just save myself the money."
I slowly fall to the ground, clutching my wound and balancing myself on my katana. He opens his gun, reloads it, and closes it. He pulls it up to my head, readying the final discharge. "You should have just minded your own goddam business."
I laugh at him, coughing up a bit of blood. "Heh, you should have given my resilience a bit more credit," I say, jumping up and slicing off the hand that held his gun. He screams, unused to being on the receiving end of pain. I shove him to the ground, and he hits with a deep thud, still grasping his stub of an arm. I copy his Mediator skills and take his gun. I kick him in the ribs times, cough up a bit more blood, and then tend to the Chocobo.
I perform a Chakra, healing both the Chocobo and myself completely. "You don't have to worry about him hurting you anymore," I tell the Chocobo, looking back and glaring at the downed Mediator. "He isn't going to be doing anything to anyone for a while.
I get up and walk away. I wander the city's streets for a while, surprising a young couple, a Summoner and a Time Mage, and adding their skills to mine. They weren't masters, but they definitely helped. I stop at the poachers, getting what I can for my Panther skulls and Chocobo feathers, which is, surprisingly, a lot. I head to the armory next and outfit myself a little better. I make myself broke once again by buying Germinas Boots and a Circlet. The whole time that Chocobo follows me. It's really starting to annoy me. I weave through the crowds, trying to lose it, but never manage to. I cast haste on myself to out run it, but this also fails. I try and squeeze through fences to keep the Chocobo from continuing only to have it jump over the fence.
Eventually I just explode at it. "Why are you following me!" I turn around and yell at it.
It just cocks it's head to the side and, with a questioning look on it's face says, "W-wark?"
"Stop looking at me like that!" I shout, flailing around a little bit too much to deny my insanity. "Just turn around and run back home to your mommy!"
It just gives me a sad look with big, teary, puppy-dog eyes and says, "Wark?"
"Oh, don't look at me like that," I say, my heart softening.
"Wark?" it says, perking up considerably. I'm that sure if it had a tail it would be wagging it around right now.
"All right, fine. You can come along. But you're going to pull your own weight!" I say, relenting as I always do to someone who looks pitiful. "Just be glad I wanted a Chocobo anyway."
"Wark wark!" it shouts, running up and nuzzling against me. I scratch it behind it's ears to it's obvious pleasure.
"I wonder what your name should be. How about Daedulus, do you like that?"
"Wark wark!" he shouts, jumping up and down in joy.
"All right then, that's your new name," I tell him. I hop onto his back, and we ride out of the city gates.