Cold as Ice- Stilzkin
Authour's Note- I got inspired finally! Yay! And then I went to post and FF.Net had just gone down! Yay! But this is finally up now. Yay.
Had some problems with my computer, so I couldn't type stuff up for a while. Finally got myself some access for long enough to type this up.
You may have noticed. Yes, the tasks are getting dumber and dumber! Fun, no? The next part gets us back up to some actual plot. Hooray!
They were walking for a while. The air got thicker as they went, so Freya surmised that they were going steadily deeper into the ground.
She wasn't thinking about that, though. She was thinking about Amarant. Again. So he had eyes. Very, very pretty eyes. Sir Fratley's eyes weren't nearly that pretty. So startlingly blue, so...
'What am I thinking?' she interrupted herself in her thoughts. 'I love Fratley! Of course he has gorgeous eyes! Much prettier than Amarant's.' Yet, she couldn't stop thinking about those bright blue eyes cleverly hidden beneath that tangled mass of firey hair.
Her thoughts continued to stray over to Amarant and then consciously snap back to Fratley several times during the walk.
Amarant on the other hand was wondering how in the world that old man had managed to show him what-for so very thouroughly. Then he wondered briefly if Freya had been paying enough attention to it to have caught a glance at his eyes.
Nobody had ever seen his eyes before. Not even Lani. It was his biggest secret.
Then he decided that she'd probably been too busy worrying about seeing Fratley again to notice it. Damn, she needed to wake up and realize that Fratley was gone. He didn't love her anymore. He didn't even know who she was. Why couldn't she see that and get over him already?
And then his thinking sort of tapered off into wondering what the next moronic challenge from Boko the Mog would be.
As they reached the end of the cavern, they found out. Mogli was standing in the middle of the cavern, which was about as big as the one in which they'd faced the old man. He struck a pose as they entered, flaring his wings out and pulling one leg up off the ground as he stood on the toes of his other foot. It was an odd adaptation of the Mantis Position in martial arts. It looked rather goofy on a Chocobo with dyed feathers.
Boko's voice boomed into the room out of nowhere, "You must now fight Mogli, Kupo! And without the usage of your weapons!" Their weapons - Freya's lance and Amarant's claws - mysteriously vanishied then.
Mogli leapt at them, going for a high-kick to Amarant's head. Amarant grabbed the bird's leg, and he sqwaked loudly as Amarant turned him upside-down, and threw him on the ground. He then proceeded to lay there and kweh in a pained manner.
"That's that," Amarant declared.
"That was mean," Freya said, though she had to admit, it was pretty cool.
A door at the other end of the room opened and they glanced at one another before venturing forth into it. These challenges just kept getting stupider and stupider.
They sighed in unison as they entered the next chamber and found a very familiar face. It was a Moogle, dressed in tiger fur, carrying a backpack and a walking stick.
Stilzkin.
"Hey, Kupo!" he greeted cheerfully. "My travels brought me here! Boko's an interesting Moogle, kupo. I knew her as a kid. Never quite got over the way we teased her about her name, kupo."
"What do we need to do here?" Freya asked.
"Kick his ass, hopefully," Amarant said.
"Oh, no, kupo!" Stilzkin said. "Boko said I had to try and sell you stuff, kupo, and not let you haggle!"
"So we need to get him to lower his prices..." Freya said. "That shouldn't be too hard."
"Yeah! I'm selling an Ether, Soft, and Potion for 1,000,000 Gil! Wanna buy 'em?"
They stared at him in shock. All three of those items together cost about 500 Gil in any normal shop.
He awaited their repsonse.
Amarant chose the rather eloquent one of, "Are you CRAZY?"
"Crazy, kupo? No! Do you know what I went through to get these, kupo? I had to climb a hill! A MOLEHILL, KUPO! IT WAS AWFUL! And, kupo, I had to CROSS PUDDLES FOR THIS ETHER! PUDDLES! KUPO!"
They blinked at him.
He folded his arms and insisted, "No less than one million Gil."
"What if we just don't buy them from you?" Amarant asked.
"You have to. If you want out of here, kupo."
He sighed. Freya took the floor. "Well, maybe you could sell them to us for... 1,000 Gil? That's far more than they're worth," was the suggestion she politely put forward.
"1,000 Gil is nowhere near enough to fund my expedition, kupo!"
Then Freya realized suddenly that she had no money on her anyway. She stepped back, grabbing Amarant's arm, and led him a few steps away to ask him in a hushed tone whether he had any on him.
The response was no. They were broke.
"What should we do?" she asked.
"I have an idea." He turned back to Stiltzkin and asked, "Can we borrow a million Gil?"
"I guess, Kupo," he said, instantly adding a million Gil to their inventory.
"We'll pay you nine-hundred-ninety-nine-thousand-nine-hundred-ninety-nine Gil for your items."
He paused, and then shrugged. "Close enough. Here." He added the specified items to their inventory and removed all but one Gil.
Then Amarant handed him back the items and gave him the one Gil back and said, "Now we're even!"
"What the--HEY!" he protested, but Amarant and Freya were already running through the freshly-opened pathway.
"...Stupid...people. It was a friggin' MOLEHILL, KUPO!" he complained, staring sourly at his goods.
Authour's Note- I got inspired finally! Yay! And then I went to post and FF.Net had just gone down! Yay! But this is finally up now. Yay.
Had some problems with my computer, so I couldn't type stuff up for a while. Finally got myself some access for long enough to type this up.
You may have noticed. Yes, the tasks are getting dumber and dumber! Fun, no? The next part gets us back up to some actual plot. Hooray!
They were walking for a while. The air got thicker as they went, so Freya surmised that they were going steadily deeper into the ground.
She wasn't thinking about that, though. She was thinking about Amarant. Again. So he had eyes. Very, very pretty eyes. Sir Fratley's eyes weren't nearly that pretty. So startlingly blue, so...
'What am I thinking?' she interrupted herself in her thoughts. 'I love Fratley! Of course he has gorgeous eyes! Much prettier than Amarant's.' Yet, she couldn't stop thinking about those bright blue eyes cleverly hidden beneath that tangled mass of firey hair.
Her thoughts continued to stray over to Amarant and then consciously snap back to Fratley several times during the walk.
Amarant on the other hand was wondering how in the world that old man had managed to show him what-for so very thouroughly. Then he wondered briefly if Freya had been paying enough attention to it to have caught a glance at his eyes.
Nobody had ever seen his eyes before. Not even Lani. It was his biggest secret.
Then he decided that she'd probably been too busy worrying about seeing Fratley again to notice it. Damn, she needed to wake up and realize that Fratley was gone. He didn't love her anymore. He didn't even know who she was. Why couldn't she see that and get over him already?
And then his thinking sort of tapered off into wondering what the next moronic challenge from Boko the Mog would be.
As they reached the end of the cavern, they found out. Mogli was standing in the middle of the cavern, which was about as big as the one in which they'd faced the old man. He struck a pose as they entered, flaring his wings out and pulling one leg up off the ground as he stood on the toes of his other foot. It was an odd adaptation of the Mantis Position in martial arts. It looked rather goofy on a Chocobo with dyed feathers.
Boko's voice boomed into the room out of nowhere, "You must now fight Mogli, Kupo! And without the usage of your weapons!" Their weapons - Freya's lance and Amarant's claws - mysteriously vanishied then.
Mogli leapt at them, going for a high-kick to Amarant's head. Amarant grabbed the bird's leg, and he sqwaked loudly as Amarant turned him upside-down, and threw him on the ground. He then proceeded to lay there and kweh in a pained manner.
"That's that," Amarant declared.
"That was mean," Freya said, though she had to admit, it was pretty cool.
A door at the other end of the room opened and they glanced at one another before venturing forth into it. These challenges just kept getting stupider and stupider.
They sighed in unison as they entered the next chamber and found a very familiar face. It was a Moogle, dressed in tiger fur, carrying a backpack and a walking stick.
Stilzkin.
"Hey, Kupo!" he greeted cheerfully. "My travels brought me here! Boko's an interesting Moogle, kupo. I knew her as a kid. Never quite got over the way we teased her about her name, kupo."
"What do we need to do here?" Freya asked.
"Kick his ass, hopefully," Amarant said.
"Oh, no, kupo!" Stilzkin said. "Boko said I had to try and sell you stuff, kupo, and not let you haggle!"
"So we need to get him to lower his prices..." Freya said. "That shouldn't be too hard."
"Yeah! I'm selling an Ether, Soft, and Potion for 1,000,000 Gil! Wanna buy 'em?"
They stared at him in shock. All three of those items together cost about 500 Gil in any normal shop.
He awaited their repsonse.
Amarant chose the rather eloquent one of, "Are you CRAZY?"
"Crazy, kupo? No! Do you know what I went through to get these, kupo? I had to climb a hill! A MOLEHILL, KUPO! IT WAS AWFUL! And, kupo, I had to CROSS PUDDLES FOR THIS ETHER! PUDDLES! KUPO!"
They blinked at him.
He folded his arms and insisted, "No less than one million Gil."
"What if we just don't buy them from you?" Amarant asked.
"You have to. If you want out of here, kupo."
He sighed. Freya took the floor. "Well, maybe you could sell them to us for... 1,000 Gil? That's far more than they're worth," was the suggestion she politely put forward.
"1,000 Gil is nowhere near enough to fund my expedition, kupo!"
Then Freya realized suddenly that she had no money on her anyway. She stepped back, grabbing Amarant's arm, and led him a few steps away to ask him in a hushed tone whether he had any on him.
The response was no. They were broke.
"What should we do?" she asked.
"I have an idea." He turned back to Stiltzkin and asked, "Can we borrow a million Gil?"
"I guess, Kupo," he said, instantly adding a million Gil to their inventory.
"We'll pay you nine-hundred-ninety-nine-thousand-nine-hundred-ninety-nine Gil for your items."
He paused, and then shrugged. "Close enough. Here." He added the specified items to their inventory and removed all but one Gil.
Then Amarant handed him back the items and gave him the one Gil back and said, "Now we're even!"
"What the--HEY!" he protested, but Amarant and Freya were already running through the freshly-opened pathway.
"...Stupid...people. It was a friggin' MOLEHILL, KUPO!" he complained, staring sourly at his goods.