Chapter 4: Crazyace
"Of all places in the YSB," Moogle said as he appeared in a field entitled 'Post here to get raped!', "I had to be sent here."
"Of course you did, Moogle," Void said, walking up to him and pulling out a gun. "Now. Would you rather be violated. Or shot?"
"Actually," he said, backing away, "I bear news."
"What kind of news?" asked a squat man. He was clothed only from the waist down, and his skin was painted yellow and black. Insanity tore at the edges of his eyes, but deep within wisdom lurked, blanketing him in a veil of sovereignty. His brown hair was a contrast to the rest of his body; he carried a spear with a steel point like a bayonet.
"Well, Crazyace," Moogle continued. "Shivan has called for us to muster our forces for teh battle."
"Are you sure he didn't mean 'the' battle, Moogle?" Void teased.
"Mr. Rubber Chicken is hungry."
".That's. Nice," Crazyace commented.
"Anyway," Moogle continued, "get off your lazy asses -"
"Or out of other peoples'," Void noted.
"- And get some weapons. NOW." Moogle was gone once more, off to complete his errand.
"I got some guns," Void said.
Another YSBer walked into the topic and stood before Crazyace and Void. His cloak was blue and red, melded together in harmonious union. Upon his head holding his red hair was a band of gold: inscribed upon it were words of ancient origin. It was a relic from another time, when the YSB was young. In his hand he held a sturdy glass longsword. A fire burned within it, catching the glint of his gray eyes.
"What's going on?" he asked.
"Nothing Magna," Crazyace said. "Just some war stuff."
"War? Again? With who?"
"Beats the **** out of us," Void said. "All we know is that we have to have killing devices."
"You mean weapons?" Crazyace asked.
"No. Killing devices."
"Well, I got this sword right here."
"And I've got a multitude of guns," Void said, "and let's not forget my little pet here."
"Too much information, Void," Crazyace interrupted.
"What do you have, Ace?" Magna asked.
"I got me my horde of rabid squirrels," Crazyace responded flatly.
"Since when are they rabid?" Void inquired.
"Since they did your mom."
"Ouch, Ace, Void, let's leave the burning to our killing devices, K?" Magna resolved.
"Stop calling them that!" Crazyace warned.
"Then what do you want us to call them?" Void asked. "Muffin?"
"Precisely," Crazyace decided.
"Well," Magna said, "Muffin here wants some action."
"That's just wrong," Void said.
"Precisely," Crazyace remarked.
".Is that some kind of fetish of yours?" Void asked him. "Precisely?"
"Yeah, I hit it."
Magna and Void exchanged knowing looks.
"Fine then," Crazyace said. "Keep me out of the 'loop'. I have to go tend to my squirrels anyway. Ta-ta."
He disappeared.
"Someone should give him a doggy bone," Magna said.
"Or a muffin," Void elaborated.
"Of all places in the YSB," Moogle said as he appeared in a field entitled 'Post here to get raped!', "I had to be sent here."
"Of course you did, Moogle," Void said, walking up to him and pulling out a gun. "Now. Would you rather be violated. Or shot?"
"Actually," he said, backing away, "I bear news."
"What kind of news?" asked a squat man. He was clothed only from the waist down, and his skin was painted yellow and black. Insanity tore at the edges of his eyes, but deep within wisdom lurked, blanketing him in a veil of sovereignty. His brown hair was a contrast to the rest of his body; he carried a spear with a steel point like a bayonet.
"Well, Crazyace," Moogle continued. "Shivan has called for us to muster our forces for teh battle."
"Are you sure he didn't mean 'the' battle, Moogle?" Void teased.
"Mr. Rubber Chicken is hungry."
".That's. Nice," Crazyace commented.
"Anyway," Moogle continued, "get off your lazy asses -"
"Or out of other peoples'," Void noted.
"- And get some weapons. NOW." Moogle was gone once more, off to complete his errand.
"I got some guns," Void said.
Another YSBer walked into the topic and stood before Crazyace and Void. His cloak was blue and red, melded together in harmonious union. Upon his head holding his red hair was a band of gold: inscribed upon it were words of ancient origin. It was a relic from another time, when the YSB was young. In his hand he held a sturdy glass longsword. A fire burned within it, catching the glint of his gray eyes.
"What's going on?" he asked.
"Nothing Magna," Crazyace said. "Just some war stuff."
"War? Again? With who?"
"Beats the **** out of us," Void said. "All we know is that we have to have killing devices."
"You mean weapons?" Crazyace asked.
"No. Killing devices."
"Well, I got this sword right here."
"And I've got a multitude of guns," Void said, "and let's not forget my little pet here."
"Too much information, Void," Crazyace interrupted.
"What do you have, Ace?" Magna asked.
"I got me my horde of rabid squirrels," Crazyace responded flatly.
"Since when are they rabid?" Void inquired.
"Since they did your mom."
"Ouch, Ace, Void, let's leave the burning to our killing devices, K?" Magna resolved.
"Stop calling them that!" Crazyace warned.
"Then what do you want us to call them?" Void asked. "Muffin?"
"Precisely," Crazyace decided.
"Well," Magna said, "Muffin here wants some action."
"That's just wrong," Void said.
"Precisely," Crazyace remarked.
".Is that some kind of fetish of yours?" Void asked him. "Precisely?"
"Yeah, I hit it."
Magna and Void exchanged knowing looks.
"Fine then," Crazyace said. "Keep me out of the 'loop'. I have to go tend to my squirrels anyway. Ta-ta."
He disappeared.
"Someone should give him a doggy bone," Magna said.
"Or a muffin," Void elaborated.