Chapter 5: Poochy
"God," Moogle said, walking through a field. A myriad of pillows were thrown haphazardly in random arrangements. Fortifications took form, and then fell into a disorganized heap on the earth. "If Shivan ever gets back alive, I'm gonna kill him."
"And who are you?" asked a deep voice from far off.
Moogle stopped walking. "It's Moogle, Poochy, now get your ass out here."
".Why?"
"Because I'll give you sum buttseckz."
"Sounds good like a plan."
Out from behind a mountain of pillows at Moogle's side appeared a man in a violet cloak that rippled in the unseen wind. His hair was violet as well, and his eyes black: upon his chest he wore a golden aegis, streaked with red and black, emblems of fire and shadow. His face looked longingly at Moogle, but it was not desperate. He was simply playing along.
"Where's my buttseckz, f00?"
"Up yours."
"How lame."
"I'm really here because."
He stopped when he heard a rustling from behind another mound of pillows not far off.
"Who's that?" Poochy called.
"I'm Tadpole," said a voice, and another man stepped out from behind a pile of pillows. His cloak was turquoise, his hair blue, his eyes and emerald green. He looked bored as he walked up and joined Poochy and Moogle.
"Is anyone else here?" Moogle shouted. "Or can I start ranting already?"
"I'm here!" confirmed another voice. Moogle frowned. From behind another pile beside them, Randomcookie stepped out, his black-and-white cloak flailing about him. His hair was brown, his eyes white, and his smile grand. Ever was he mirthful, even in times of strife.
"Y'all better get your asses together," Moogle said, "and grab some weapons. Shivan said so."
"What for?" the other three asked in unison.
"Looks like there's going to be a little war soon. But that's all I'm going to tell you."
Tadpole, his mind always planning, asked: "How many others are you getting?"
"Just the YSB elite, or at least some of them."
"But if we're going to war," Tadpole protested, "isn't that a crummy force?"
"You're right," Moogle said. "But I don't care."
Tadpole and Randomcookie exchanged looks. Poochy thought.
"I think," Poochy concluded, "that I can round up some people."
"Good!" Randomcookie said. "So can I."
"Do as you wish," Moogle said. "It's not my problem. But you three had better get yourselves some. Non-pillow weaponry."
"What's wrong with my pillows?" Poochy defended.
"What're you going to do? Throw them?" Moogle inquired.
".Shaddap," Poochy replied.
"I got me some cookies," Randomcookie said. "Get it? Cookies?"
Moogle frowned again. "I. Don't. Care. Got that? Good. Now-"
A horn boomed and hollered some ways away, cutting Moogle off. Its deep call echoed and reflected off of the many fields in the YSB, so that all could hear it, and they were compelled to obey. A meeting was being called in the Vale. Shivan had returned.
"God," Moogle said, walking through a field. A myriad of pillows were thrown haphazardly in random arrangements. Fortifications took form, and then fell into a disorganized heap on the earth. "If Shivan ever gets back alive, I'm gonna kill him."
"And who are you?" asked a deep voice from far off.
Moogle stopped walking. "It's Moogle, Poochy, now get your ass out here."
".Why?"
"Because I'll give you sum buttseckz."
"Sounds good like a plan."
Out from behind a mountain of pillows at Moogle's side appeared a man in a violet cloak that rippled in the unseen wind. His hair was violet as well, and his eyes black: upon his chest he wore a golden aegis, streaked with red and black, emblems of fire and shadow. His face looked longingly at Moogle, but it was not desperate. He was simply playing along.
"Where's my buttseckz, f00?"
"Up yours."
"How lame."
"I'm really here because."
He stopped when he heard a rustling from behind another mound of pillows not far off.
"Who's that?" Poochy called.
"I'm Tadpole," said a voice, and another man stepped out from behind a pile of pillows. His cloak was turquoise, his hair blue, his eyes and emerald green. He looked bored as he walked up and joined Poochy and Moogle.
"Is anyone else here?" Moogle shouted. "Or can I start ranting already?"
"I'm here!" confirmed another voice. Moogle frowned. From behind another pile beside them, Randomcookie stepped out, his black-and-white cloak flailing about him. His hair was brown, his eyes white, and his smile grand. Ever was he mirthful, even in times of strife.
"Y'all better get your asses together," Moogle said, "and grab some weapons. Shivan said so."
"What for?" the other three asked in unison.
"Looks like there's going to be a little war soon. But that's all I'm going to tell you."
Tadpole, his mind always planning, asked: "How many others are you getting?"
"Just the YSB elite, or at least some of them."
"But if we're going to war," Tadpole protested, "isn't that a crummy force?"
"You're right," Moogle said. "But I don't care."
Tadpole and Randomcookie exchanged looks. Poochy thought.
"I think," Poochy concluded, "that I can round up some people."
"Good!" Randomcookie said. "So can I."
"Do as you wish," Moogle said. "It's not my problem. But you three had better get yourselves some. Non-pillow weaponry."
"What's wrong with my pillows?" Poochy defended.
"What're you going to do? Throw them?" Moogle inquired.
".Shaddap," Poochy replied.
"I got me some cookies," Randomcookie said. "Get it? Cookies?"
Moogle frowned again. "I. Don't. Care. Got that? Good. Now-"
A horn boomed and hollered some ways away, cutting Moogle off. Its deep call echoed and reflected off of the many fields in the YSB, so that all could hear it, and they were compelled to obey. A meeting was being called in the Vale. Shivan had returned.