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"Admonishment"
By; Laura May Ulian
Blahhhhh....I'm having fun, hehe. Well, yes, onwards m'folks....(headers are SO pointless....no one reads 'em! hehe)
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"KUPO!!! Amarant, kupo! Eeeek! Kupo!"
He wasn't exactly sure, but the moogle's whining, pitched voice was just beginning to annoy him. Morrison bore down on him like an overloaded, runaway chocobo cart, flapping his wings so fast that they were a mere blur to the naked eye. Amarant stared seethingly as the moogle dropped to a halt, panting with exhaustion. It took several minutes before the moogle had the breath to speak.
"Ooooh..." he squeaked with pain. Suddenly, now that it was closer, Amarant realized that the moogle's wings were torn from limb to corner. It didn't really set any pity in his mind, but at least it answered his question to why the moogle was so out of breath. Morrison wailed, "Mistress Laniiii! Amarant, Lani is gone, she's gone and we couldn't stop him!"
Amarant blanked. Unconsciously, a twitch developed between the muscles of his left shoulder. It was all he could to to refrain from wringing the vexing creature's neck, "....Where?"
Morrison shook his head, shaking with agony, "Ohhhh...they took her! He took her away...away!"
"Who!?" He wasn't in the mood for games.
The moogle shuddered even more, "Th-the black man...the one with the cape! Ooooh, sir, it's horrible....horrible! Oooohhhh, Mogryo! Poor Mogryoooo...." he whined, cowering against the ground like a frightened rabbit kit.
".......Mogryo," Truthfully, Amarant cared more about crap than he cared about the moogles, but he needed all the information he could get.
"Mogryooo!" Morrison repeated, almost screeching. "He came to visit us! That's all, he came to say 'hi', and that was it! Ooooh....why? What did he doooo...?"
Amarant was tolerant with the grief-stricken moogle, but he also had his own 'grief' to deal with at the moment, "And....?"
"They....they....." Morrison gulped, and began to whimper pitifully.
The rest of the sentence was unnecessary. Amarant sneered in disgust -- the moogles were annoying, but.....slaughtering an innocent creature? What kind of grudge did this man have against him, anyway? Who was this bastard? And why the hell did he take Lani?
Only when Morrison peered up at him with round, frightened eyes, did he realize he'd spoken the last question out loud. The moogle, shrunk back, and abruptly began to shake again, "H-he....I, I don't know....th-the man wanted t-to know where you w-were, and...oh, Miss Lani was soooo brave....she wouldn't t-tell him, so he ordered t-two of the green-looking m-men to take her awaaaay!"
It was broken, but it was what he needed to know, "Where? Dammit moogle, you're tryin' my nerves. Where in Gaia's hell-bound fate did he take Lani?"
"U-uh...." the moogle, apparently gaining a touch of his lost courage, stared defiantly at the towering bandit. "N-no! I won't tell you until you promise me that you'll save her!"
Amarant took a minute to think. Save her? Hell, every time he went to save her from something, she ended up meeting him halfway back. If Lani wasn't the creator of tricks and schemes, then there was none. But this was different, he supposed. This time, it was his fault that she was mixed up in the mess, so he'd have to do the fair -- albeit the stupid -- thing, and go rescue her. Even if she'd managed to escape....
"Damn," Again, he swore openly. "All right, I'll save her.....if she's not already dead. Now tell me where they went!"
Morrison squeaked and immediately began to tremble again, "A-Ahhh...th-the F-Forgotten C-Continent...." he almost whispered. "O-Oeilvert...."
That was all he needed to know. No, he wasn't heartless, but the fact that the moogle was hurt, and his friends might have have suffered a fate worse, simply didn't bother him. The moogles were Lani's friends, not his. What connection did he have with them? Amarant sighed. No, that was cruel.....Shrugging, mostly to convince himself, he took a potion that he'd brought along and set in on the ground before Morrison. "If she makes it back here before I do, tell her nothing of this," he growled. Morrison blinked, "K-kupo..." he agreed.
Satisfied, Amarant turned his back on the injured moogle. Within a few paces, he was out of Madain Sari, and already crossing the plains towards the Mountain Path. He was nearly halfway to the place, when a new question introduced itself. How was going to get from the Outer Continent, to the Forgotten Continent? He had no boat, no fancy magic, and certainly no airship to travel. He cursed bitterly to himself. There was no way across, unless he swam, that is.
Which was stupid, of course.
Amarant stopped in his tracks, to look wordlessly over his shoulder at the nearly-empty Madain Sari. No, the only things it hosted were a handful of wounded moogles, and one or two rickety rowboats. How was he supposed to cross the ocean with them?
Things were only getting worse.
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Cora didn't bother with packing any of her things. Hastily grabbing her twin daggers from under her pillow, she stuffed them into their proper sheaths. The girl sighed, eyes rounding on the pretty inn's room. It had been fun while it lasted, at least. Alexandria was a great place to relax, as long as there weren't people she consantly found admiringly strong, and skilled enough for a challenge. Of course, there had been younger warriors than herself....Eiko Carol being one of them, of course. Cora smirked -- maybe she'd challenge the regent's daughter some day.
"Cora Olwen, you're to be my death!"
Cora wasn't surprised. Rolling her eyes, the girl spun on her heel to face the hunched, irritated Amses emerging from the doorway. Her guardian grunted, "All right, all right, you want an adventure so badly, I'll go with ye."
"Oh!" Cora threw her hands into the air in mock relief. "Well, that should make things so much better, Amses. Thank you." Sighing, she knelt on one knee to relace her boots.
Amses frowned, "I'm serious."
Cora didn't look up from her task, "Then so am I," she muttered.
The guardian growled a harsh laugh, "Yer never gonna change, are ye? I shouldn'ta thought less."
The girl stood up again, straightening her tunic and brushing the dust form her arms, "No, you shouldn'y have. You'd better be ready now, Amses, because I want leave now. That is, oh precious guardian, if it's all right with you."
"Hmm," Amses grunted again. "I know yer mad at me, but the least ye can do is give me back my respect."
Suddenly, Cora broke into a wide mischievous grin, "Oh, Amses..." she sighed, shaking her head. "You really think I'm going to stay mad at you for the whole trip? I can't stay mad at you for more than a minute!"
Amses looked at her, half-accusingly.
Cora laughed, "Nothing like spreading a bad mood. C'mon guardian-of-mine, let's get going, ok? And don't be sour, or....or....I'll tell mother."
Clearly trying to refrain a laugh of his own, Amses scratched th back of his neck, muttering bitterly, "We're gonna have te find a new threat. Have us tell yer mother half the things we actaully say we will, I'd be an english butler, and you'd be a downright homeless child."
"Uh..." Cora screwed her face into a look of puzzlement, "Amses, you sure say the strangest things sometimes."
Her guardian shook his head and pulled his hood back from his face, "Not strange," he argued gruffly. "Only true. We'll hafta be careful, Cora. Even if they dun find us, they'll find Amarant, and if we're with 'im, we'll share a little piece of that punishment 'e has."
"Not with my plan we won't," said Cora. "Don't worry about it, Amses. I have everything under control. Now let's go!"
Amses was silent when the girl brushed past him, barely touching his shoulder. Slowly, the old man's hand reached inside of his pocket and withdrew his rugged pipe. The guardian wordlessly struck up a match and lit his little toy, while taking a calm puff of the smoke. He shook the flame from existance and sighed, bringing one hand to displace the pipe from his lips, "A gil for every time I heard that and I'd be a rich man."
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"Admonishment"
By; Laura May Ulian
Blahhhhh....I'm having fun, hehe. Well, yes, onwards m'folks....(headers are SO pointless....no one reads 'em! hehe)
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"KUPO!!! Amarant, kupo! Eeeek! Kupo!"
He wasn't exactly sure, but the moogle's whining, pitched voice was just beginning to annoy him. Morrison bore down on him like an overloaded, runaway chocobo cart, flapping his wings so fast that they were a mere blur to the naked eye. Amarant stared seethingly as the moogle dropped to a halt, panting with exhaustion. It took several minutes before the moogle had the breath to speak.
"Ooooh..." he squeaked with pain. Suddenly, now that it was closer, Amarant realized that the moogle's wings were torn from limb to corner. It didn't really set any pity in his mind, but at least it answered his question to why the moogle was so out of breath. Morrison wailed, "Mistress Laniiii! Amarant, Lani is gone, she's gone and we couldn't stop him!"
Amarant blanked. Unconsciously, a twitch developed between the muscles of his left shoulder. It was all he could to to refrain from wringing the vexing creature's neck, "....Where?"
Morrison shook his head, shaking with agony, "Ohhhh...they took her! He took her away...away!"
"Who!?" He wasn't in the mood for games.
The moogle shuddered even more, "Th-the black man...the one with the cape! Ooooh, sir, it's horrible....horrible! Oooohhhh, Mogryo! Poor Mogryoooo...." he whined, cowering against the ground like a frightened rabbit kit.
".......Mogryo," Truthfully, Amarant cared more about crap than he cared about the moogles, but he needed all the information he could get.
"Mogryooo!" Morrison repeated, almost screeching. "He came to visit us! That's all, he came to say 'hi', and that was it! Ooooh....why? What did he doooo...?"
Amarant was tolerant with the grief-stricken moogle, but he also had his own 'grief' to deal with at the moment, "And....?"
"They....they....." Morrison gulped, and began to whimper pitifully.
The rest of the sentence was unnecessary. Amarant sneered in disgust -- the moogles were annoying, but.....slaughtering an innocent creature? What kind of grudge did this man have against him, anyway? Who was this bastard? And why the hell did he take Lani?
Only when Morrison peered up at him with round, frightened eyes, did he realize he'd spoken the last question out loud. The moogle, shrunk back, and abruptly began to shake again, "H-he....I, I don't know....th-the man wanted t-to know where you w-were, and...oh, Miss Lani was soooo brave....she wouldn't t-tell him, so he ordered t-two of the green-looking m-men to take her awaaaay!"
It was broken, but it was what he needed to know, "Where? Dammit moogle, you're tryin' my nerves. Where in Gaia's hell-bound fate did he take Lani?"
"U-uh...." the moogle, apparently gaining a touch of his lost courage, stared defiantly at the towering bandit. "N-no! I won't tell you until you promise me that you'll save her!"
Amarant took a minute to think. Save her? Hell, every time he went to save her from something, she ended up meeting him halfway back. If Lani wasn't the creator of tricks and schemes, then there was none. But this was different, he supposed. This time, it was his fault that she was mixed up in the mess, so he'd have to do the fair -- albeit the stupid -- thing, and go rescue her. Even if she'd managed to escape....
"Damn," Again, he swore openly. "All right, I'll save her.....if she's not already dead. Now tell me where they went!"
Morrison squeaked and immediately began to tremble again, "A-Ahhh...th-the F-Forgotten C-Continent...." he almost whispered. "O-Oeilvert...."
That was all he needed to know. No, he wasn't heartless, but the fact that the moogle was hurt, and his friends might have have suffered a fate worse, simply didn't bother him. The moogles were Lani's friends, not his. What connection did he have with them? Amarant sighed. No, that was cruel.....Shrugging, mostly to convince himself, he took a potion that he'd brought along and set in on the ground before Morrison. "If she makes it back here before I do, tell her nothing of this," he growled. Morrison blinked, "K-kupo..." he agreed.
Satisfied, Amarant turned his back on the injured moogle. Within a few paces, he was out of Madain Sari, and already crossing the plains towards the Mountain Path. He was nearly halfway to the place, when a new question introduced itself. How was going to get from the Outer Continent, to the Forgotten Continent? He had no boat, no fancy magic, and certainly no airship to travel. He cursed bitterly to himself. There was no way across, unless he swam, that is.
Which was stupid, of course.
Amarant stopped in his tracks, to look wordlessly over his shoulder at the nearly-empty Madain Sari. No, the only things it hosted were a handful of wounded moogles, and one or two rickety rowboats. How was he supposed to cross the ocean with them?
Things were only getting worse.
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Cora didn't bother with packing any of her things. Hastily grabbing her twin daggers from under her pillow, she stuffed them into their proper sheaths. The girl sighed, eyes rounding on the pretty inn's room. It had been fun while it lasted, at least. Alexandria was a great place to relax, as long as there weren't people she consantly found admiringly strong, and skilled enough for a challenge. Of course, there had been younger warriors than herself....Eiko Carol being one of them, of course. Cora smirked -- maybe she'd challenge the regent's daughter some day.
"Cora Olwen, you're to be my death!"
Cora wasn't surprised. Rolling her eyes, the girl spun on her heel to face the hunched, irritated Amses emerging from the doorway. Her guardian grunted, "All right, all right, you want an adventure so badly, I'll go with ye."
"Oh!" Cora threw her hands into the air in mock relief. "Well, that should make things so much better, Amses. Thank you." Sighing, she knelt on one knee to relace her boots.
Amses frowned, "I'm serious."
Cora didn't look up from her task, "Then so am I," she muttered.
The guardian growled a harsh laugh, "Yer never gonna change, are ye? I shouldn'ta thought less."
The girl stood up again, straightening her tunic and brushing the dust form her arms, "No, you shouldn'y have. You'd better be ready now, Amses, because I want leave now. That is, oh precious guardian, if it's all right with you."
"Hmm," Amses grunted again. "I know yer mad at me, but the least ye can do is give me back my respect."
Suddenly, Cora broke into a wide mischievous grin, "Oh, Amses..." she sighed, shaking her head. "You really think I'm going to stay mad at you for the whole trip? I can't stay mad at you for more than a minute!"
Amses looked at her, half-accusingly.
Cora laughed, "Nothing like spreading a bad mood. C'mon guardian-of-mine, let's get going, ok? And don't be sour, or....or....I'll tell mother."
Clearly trying to refrain a laugh of his own, Amses scratched th back of his neck, muttering bitterly, "We're gonna have te find a new threat. Have us tell yer mother half the things we actaully say we will, I'd be an english butler, and you'd be a downright homeless child."
"Uh..." Cora screwed her face into a look of puzzlement, "Amses, you sure say the strangest things sometimes."
Her guardian shook his head and pulled his hood back from his face, "Not strange," he argued gruffly. "Only true. We'll hafta be careful, Cora. Even if they dun find us, they'll find Amarant, and if we're with 'im, we'll share a little piece of that punishment 'e has."
"Not with my plan we won't," said Cora. "Don't worry about it, Amses. I have everything under control. Now let's go!"
Amses was silent when the girl brushed past him, barely touching his shoulder. Slowly, the old man's hand reached inside of his pocket and withdrew his rugged pipe. The guardian wordlessly struck up a match and lit his little toy, while taking a calm puff of the smoke. He shook the flame from existance and sighed, bringing one hand to displace the pipe from his lips, "A gil for every time I heard that and I'd be a rich man."
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