Cold as Ice- Villain
Author's Note: I don't own the concepts of any FF9 characters, OR of Moogles or chocobos. I do however own the concepts of Mogli and Boko (though Boko was the name of a chocobo in FF5. Hence its being a chocobo name. It was either Choco or Boko and both are taken. I used Boko because Choco was taken in 9, and Boko was taken in 5. ...yeah.) So I own Boko and Mogli. Uh, have fun?
Suddenly the room lit up again, like somebody had flipped a lightswitch. Which somebody had, in all actuality, just done. The figure before them fell over, and Amarant and Freya immediately (well, maybe not immediately) realized that it was a Moogle.
She had been standing on a stool, with a blue spotlight behind her for the dramatic lighting. She was now on the ground, tangled in the obscenely long cloak she wore, and fervently attempting to rectify that situation.
Finally (as Amarant and Freya stared without knowing exactly WHAT emotion with which to stare), she decided to just take the cloak off and crawl out of it. She had a pink feather stuck behind one ear, both of which were pierced with large gold hoops. She wore the purple vest common among female Moogles, but along with that she wore a mini-skirt. Yes, a Mog in a mini-skirt. A black leathery one, at that.
She stood and dusted herself off, and then proceeded to climb back onto the stool and sit there.
Amarant and Freya continued to stare.
The Mog cleared her throat and waited for them to say something. They didn't. Finally she sparked the conversation by saying, "You're boring, kupo..."
"The hell...?" was Amarant's response. And he actually, amazingly, and surprisingly enough, and FURTHERMORE, astonishingly, sounded confused.
"So somebody fell in the trap, kupo..." she mused, smoothing out her leather skirt. "I was hoping that'd happen eventually, kupo."
"You mean it's YOUR fault we're trapped down here?!" Freya exclaimed. She was starting to get angry. Again.
"Sorry, I'm a product of society, kupo. An EVIL product of a hateful society, kupo, and so I've decided to take out my will on random passersby. Kupo," she explained, quite civilly.
"Can you let us go home now?" asked Amarant. He was back to emotionless now.
"I haven't taken out my will on you yet, kupo!" She jumped down from the stool and grabbed the cloak, clasping it about her neck. "So no."
"What's your problem?!" Freya demanded. "Why can't we go?"
"For one thing, you don't know my story. For another, you'll probably hate me too once you hear it. And then I'll have to kill you for hating me. Kupo."
They both blinked. At least, Freya did. Amarant... I don't think he even knows if he blinked or not.
The Mog turned around and walked a few paces, the cloak dragging on the ground behind her. Suddenly she turned back to Amarant and Freya and demanded, "Remove your hats! Be respectful, kupo!"
Freya removed her hat and combed her hair back with one hand, so that the hat hair wasn't quite as bad. Amarant on the other hand was just confused. He wasn't wearing a hat. The Mog glared at him and demanded that they BOTH remove their hats.
"I'm not wearing one!" he exclaimed. And yes, he did exclaim it! My goodness.
The Mog blinked, amazed. "That's your hair, kupo? You should get it cut!"
Amarant sighed. In truth he'd been thinking about getting it cut, but only because he was starting to have trouble seeing. Not because anybody else kept telling him to cut it or anything.
The Moogle "hmph"ed and turned again. She started walking to the large cabinet on the other side of the room. When she got there, she flung the door open (there was a handle down at Mog height just for her) and revealed the Chocobo standing within. The wall behind the cabinet was lined with switches and things.
The Chocobo had yellow feathers, as most chocobos do, but a few of the feathers on his wingtips were blue, and his tailfeathers were black. He also had a few of the feathers of his crest that were black, and the claws on his feet were blue. He looked quite befuddled and confused.
"Kupo! You screwed up! You weren't supposed to turn on the lights until I was done being all dramatic, kupo!" she shouted at him. He gave a rather pitiful "Kwehh..." in return and she slammed the door on him. She walked back to the stool, stood on it again, and said, "Dramatic lighting, kupo!"
The lights went off again and once more she looked imposing, backlit by the dramatic blue. "I am--"
"Is this necessary anymore?" Amarant inquired. "We kinda wanna get back home before dinner."
"WELL!" she responded, offended. "Fine. Kupo, back to the normal lighting." A protesting kweh came from the cabinet, but the lights came back on and the Mog hopped down from the stool. She removed the cloak and tossed it over the furniture piece.
Amarant and Freya glanced at each other, both confused as to what was going on.
"I can see you're confused, kupo. That's to be expected." She paused and then continued. "Well, since I can't judge you until you hear my story, kupo, here's my story. Why I'm an evil little Moogle, kupo. Society, and all."
The two just stood there, confused, waiting for her to continue.
"...Are you going to stand there all day, kupo, or follow me?" she demanded, turning to look at them.
Freya and Amarant looked at one another, shrugged, and then followed the Mog off through a connecting tunnel to their right. The Chocobo fell out of the cabinet and followed as well.
Author's Note: I don't own the concepts of any FF9 characters, OR of Moogles or chocobos. I do however own the concepts of Mogli and Boko (though Boko was the name of a chocobo in FF5. Hence its being a chocobo name. It was either Choco or Boko and both are taken. I used Boko because Choco was taken in 9, and Boko was taken in 5. ...yeah.) So I own Boko and Mogli. Uh, have fun?
Suddenly the room lit up again, like somebody had flipped a lightswitch. Which somebody had, in all actuality, just done. The figure before them fell over, and Amarant and Freya immediately (well, maybe not immediately) realized that it was a Moogle.
She had been standing on a stool, with a blue spotlight behind her for the dramatic lighting. She was now on the ground, tangled in the obscenely long cloak she wore, and fervently attempting to rectify that situation.
Finally (as Amarant and Freya stared without knowing exactly WHAT emotion with which to stare), she decided to just take the cloak off and crawl out of it. She had a pink feather stuck behind one ear, both of which were pierced with large gold hoops. She wore the purple vest common among female Moogles, but along with that she wore a mini-skirt. Yes, a Mog in a mini-skirt. A black leathery one, at that.
She stood and dusted herself off, and then proceeded to climb back onto the stool and sit there.
Amarant and Freya continued to stare.
The Mog cleared her throat and waited for them to say something. They didn't. Finally she sparked the conversation by saying, "You're boring, kupo..."
"The hell...?" was Amarant's response. And he actually, amazingly, and surprisingly enough, and FURTHERMORE, astonishingly, sounded confused.
"So somebody fell in the trap, kupo..." she mused, smoothing out her leather skirt. "I was hoping that'd happen eventually, kupo."
"You mean it's YOUR fault we're trapped down here?!" Freya exclaimed. She was starting to get angry. Again.
"Sorry, I'm a product of society, kupo. An EVIL product of a hateful society, kupo, and so I've decided to take out my will on random passersby. Kupo," she explained, quite civilly.
"Can you let us go home now?" asked Amarant. He was back to emotionless now.
"I haven't taken out my will on you yet, kupo!" She jumped down from the stool and grabbed the cloak, clasping it about her neck. "So no."
"What's your problem?!" Freya demanded. "Why can't we go?"
"For one thing, you don't know my story. For another, you'll probably hate me too once you hear it. And then I'll have to kill you for hating me. Kupo."
They both blinked. At least, Freya did. Amarant... I don't think he even knows if he blinked or not.
The Mog turned around and walked a few paces, the cloak dragging on the ground behind her. Suddenly she turned back to Amarant and Freya and demanded, "Remove your hats! Be respectful, kupo!"
Freya removed her hat and combed her hair back with one hand, so that the hat hair wasn't quite as bad. Amarant on the other hand was just confused. He wasn't wearing a hat. The Mog glared at him and demanded that they BOTH remove their hats.
"I'm not wearing one!" he exclaimed. And yes, he did exclaim it! My goodness.
The Mog blinked, amazed. "That's your hair, kupo? You should get it cut!"
Amarant sighed. In truth he'd been thinking about getting it cut, but only because he was starting to have trouble seeing. Not because anybody else kept telling him to cut it or anything.
The Moogle "hmph"ed and turned again. She started walking to the large cabinet on the other side of the room. When she got there, she flung the door open (there was a handle down at Mog height just for her) and revealed the Chocobo standing within. The wall behind the cabinet was lined with switches and things.
The Chocobo had yellow feathers, as most chocobos do, but a few of the feathers on his wingtips were blue, and his tailfeathers were black. He also had a few of the feathers of his crest that were black, and the claws on his feet were blue. He looked quite befuddled and confused.
"Kupo! You screwed up! You weren't supposed to turn on the lights until I was done being all dramatic, kupo!" she shouted at him. He gave a rather pitiful "Kwehh..." in return and she slammed the door on him. She walked back to the stool, stood on it again, and said, "Dramatic lighting, kupo!"
The lights went off again and once more she looked imposing, backlit by the dramatic blue. "I am--"
"Is this necessary anymore?" Amarant inquired. "We kinda wanna get back home before dinner."
"WELL!" she responded, offended. "Fine. Kupo, back to the normal lighting." A protesting kweh came from the cabinet, but the lights came back on and the Mog hopped down from the stool. She removed the cloak and tossed it over the furniture piece.
Amarant and Freya glanced at each other, both confused as to what was going on.
"I can see you're confused, kupo. That's to be expected." She paused and then continued. "Well, since I can't judge you until you hear my story, kupo, here's my story. Why I'm an evil little Moogle, kupo. Society, and all."
The two just stood there, confused, waiting for her to continue.
"...Are you going to stand there all day, kupo, or follow me?" she demanded, turning to look at them.
Freya and Amarant looked at one another, shrugged, and then followed the Mog off through a connecting tunnel to their right. The Chocobo fell out of the cabinet and followed as well.