Chapter 3: Templarle
"So." Moogle asked Ameph. "What am I supposed to do again?"
Ameph frowned.
"You're supposed to go round up the YSB's warriors," Ameph related, her voice thick with irritation.
"Oh yeah!" Moogle realized. Then he said: "OK. And, um, Ameph? No hard feelings about the baby thing, right?"
Ameph raised her knife in response.
".Gotcha," Moogle said as he disappeared.
***
A small, shadowy woman stood on a hilltop and looked out upon the field. Her gray cloak was blown back by an unfelt wind, and beneath it was a red dress, the collar decorated with gold. Her thin white hair deserted her face in the force of the wind, but her tanned skin and blue eyes stood strong in isolation. Her name was Mystical Sand, and her visage reflected it.
Below her was a congregation of some of the YSB's most famed users. There was Templarle with a golden crown and scepter, whose deep eyes were white, and whose black cloak was cast away, revealing a mantle of sapphire that shone in the sunlight.
There was Masta Asia, a small man with wispy red hair. His cloak was drawn tightly about him, and it was black: like a coat of ink upon his figure.
Another in a glossy, dark green cloak stood there as well, his brown hair a tangled mess, his eyes an invitation. Kenri, he was, and he stood with such pride that those who looked upon him would deem him a king, though he wore no crown.
Along with them was Brownsound, the tallest of them, and the most relaxed. His brown cloak played about his feet, as his fingers kneaded his own collar, where a silver necklace hung. His eyes were brown as well, as was his hair; but through all the plainness there was a glint of unconformity that none could distinguish plainly.
They stood in a circle, and Moogle appeared in the center, surprising them at first. A small murmur and whisper of distaste passed through them, but Templarle dismissed it.
"What is it Moogle?" he asked.
"Shivan has ordered that everyone prepare for battle. It seems Nintendo Rules All made a booboo. I'll have to have Mr. Rubber Chicken punish him later."
Templarle looked to Brownsound beside him, who shrugged. "What kind of 'booboo'?"
"Oh, he just gave everyone in the WWESB the link to the Vale."
"He did what?" Masta asked. There was a flurry, and a scream of wind, and then Mysty appeared next to Moogle.
"I'll kill him," she volunteered.
"We have better things to do," Templarle said. He took command with the swiftest and sternest of graces. "Where is Shivan now?"
"He's in the WWESB, doing something. Or other."
"Is he making a treaty?" Brownsound suggested.
"Hey," Moogle said. "I only knows what they tells me."
Templarle frowned, and then said: "The next time you plan on saying something stupid, at least use correct grammar. As for the WWESB."
He took his scepter before him, and laid his hand atop the huge ruby that glowed at its end. Words came into being at his touch: it was his ID card.
"I will go assist them, then," he said, and was gone the next instant.
"Sure knows how to make an exit, doesn't he?" Kenri said, breaking his silence. "Hey Myst, this'll be like old times, eh?"
"No," she said, flinging her cloak back into his face.
"So what do we do now?" Moogle asked.
"We arm ourselves," Masta replied. "We cannot waste time."
He threw a rock at Moogle, cried, "UNDEFEATED!" and then he, too disappeared.
"He's so dramatic," Brownsound observed.
"He's right," Myst said. She took command now. "Moogle, it will be your job to muster the army. When Shivan and Templarle return, I will call a meeting at the Vale. Be quick! Time is not our ally. Already the WWESB could have gathered an army fit to destroy even the most powerful of Boards."
".Gotcha," Moogle said, who didn't really 'get' anything. He disappeared.
"So, Myst," Kenri tried again. "This time thing. What're the chances that it comes with a bed?"
"So." Moogle asked Ameph. "What am I supposed to do again?"
Ameph frowned.
"You're supposed to go round up the YSB's warriors," Ameph related, her voice thick with irritation.
"Oh yeah!" Moogle realized. Then he said: "OK. And, um, Ameph? No hard feelings about the baby thing, right?"
Ameph raised her knife in response.
".Gotcha," Moogle said as he disappeared.
***
A small, shadowy woman stood on a hilltop and looked out upon the field. Her gray cloak was blown back by an unfelt wind, and beneath it was a red dress, the collar decorated with gold. Her thin white hair deserted her face in the force of the wind, but her tanned skin and blue eyes stood strong in isolation. Her name was Mystical Sand, and her visage reflected it.
Below her was a congregation of some of the YSB's most famed users. There was Templarle with a golden crown and scepter, whose deep eyes were white, and whose black cloak was cast away, revealing a mantle of sapphire that shone in the sunlight.
There was Masta Asia, a small man with wispy red hair. His cloak was drawn tightly about him, and it was black: like a coat of ink upon his figure.
Another in a glossy, dark green cloak stood there as well, his brown hair a tangled mess, his eyes an invitation. Kenri, he was, and he stood with such pride that those who looked upon him would deem him a king, though he wore no crown.
Along with them was Brownsound, the tallest of them, and the most relaxed. His brown cloak played about his feet, as his fingers kneaded his own collar, where a silver necklace hung. His eyes were brown as well, as was his hair; but through all the plainness there was a glint of unconformity that none could distinguish plainly.
They stood in a circle, and Moogle appeared in the center, surprising them at first. A small murmur and whisper of distaste passed through them, but Templarle dismissed it.
"What is it Moogle?" he asked.
"Shivan has ordered that everyone prepare for battle. It seems Nintendo Rules All made a booboo. I'll have to have Mr. Rubber Chicken punish him later."
Templarle looked to Brownsound beside him, who shrugged. "What kind of 'booboo'?"
"Oh, he just gave everyone in the WWESB the link to the Vale."
"He did what?" Masta asked. There was a flurry, and a scream of wind, and then Mysty appeared next to Moogle.
"I'll kill him," she volunteered.
"We have better things to do," Templarle said. He took command with the swiftest and sternest of graces. "Where is Shivan now?"
"He's in the WWESB, doing something. Or other."
"Is he making a treaty?" Brownsound suggested.
"Hey," Moogle said. "I only knows what they tells me."
Templarle frowned, and then said: "The next time you plan on saying something stupid, at least use correct grammar. As for the WWESB."
He took his scepter before him, and laid his hand atop the huge ruby that glowed at its end. Words came into being at his touch: it was his ID card.
"I will go assist them, then," he said, and was gone the next instant.
"Sure knows how to make an exit, doesn't he?" Kenri said, breaking his silence. "Hey Myst, this'll be like old times, eh?"
"No," she said, flinging her cloak back into his face.
"So what do we do now?" Moogle asked.
"We arm ourselves," Masta replied. "We cannot waste time."
He threw a rock at Moogle, cried, "UNDEFEATED!" and then he, too disappeared.
"He's so dramatic," Brownsound observed.
"He's right," Myst said. She took command now. "Moogle, it will be your job to muster the army. When Shivan and Templarle return, I will call a meeting at the Vale. Be quick! Time is not our ally. Already the WWESB could have gathered an army fit to destroy even the most powerful of Boards."
".Gotcha," Moogle said, who didn't really 'get' anything. He disappeared.
"So, Myst," Kenri tried again. "This time thing. What're the chances that it comes with a bed?"