Disclaimer: ok I'm trying to emphasise on making this story different from
the average lets all go get some magical dew and beat the same boss every
two years.
Journey down the broken roads
""spoken
'' thoughts
Chapter Three: Clearing
A dim light shone through the curtains of the caravan onto pale skin. Trying to avoid it concentration the blue haired Selkie moved backwards deeper into the dark confines.
'its way to early for this' he thought has he stretched out on the floor again yawning and closing his eyes. ' I barely got any sleep last night and for the wrong reasons. What do those two have against me' pondering this he turned over towards on side. Laying on his left arm was uncomfortable but would have to do until either gravity or sudden motivation prompted his movement. Opening his eyes he laid gaze upon his fellow traveller. Stroking dark blue hair and staring into the chalice she moved single strands of hair discontent with the rebellious strand's that went against the majority.
"Its fine as it is" Pedor spoke out unaware of what his actions would lead to.
After jumping out of surprise a sudden slump hit Naru in the shoulders as she began to slowly turn round without moving her body. Her neck seemed to move to an inhuman 90 degree angle and the hair spent so long placing fell into place with the rest of the flaming background that seemed to appear behind her.
"How long have you been watching me" The question was icy showing tones of instant death for the one it was directed towards. Pedor managed to open his mouth before the pummelling began.
Lying in a pool of sweat and blood the twitching figure was flung forward with the sudden stop of movement of the floor he had laid on. Dark brown obscured his vision as he moved his arms into position forming a human M with his arms and head to attempt some leverage to remove himself.
Laying his hands around the nearest object's which were in an oddly symmetrical fashion and gripping each tightly with his hands. ' soft???' He barely had enough time to realise his mistake before a fury of punch's and kicks sent him hurtling around the now stationary caravan.
"You just don't learn do you ... STAY AWAY FROM MY SKIRT DAMN YOU"
Three figures stood in front of the caravan as it stopped at the crossroads. A red haired male with fur covered trousers and metal lacing from his midriff up to his neck led the group consisting of him, a moogle, and an old man who casually began leering in Dragoons direction. A drop of translucent liquid fell to the floor in front of him as he continued to stare.
Raising his hand to his face the red haired male uttered words of disgust as a visible sign of embarrassment shone through his face.
"Cut it out Gramps... I cant take you anywhere".
Regaining his composure he began to walk towards the caravan.
"Ok which one of you is the leader." He asked looking over from drake to dragoon and back again. As Drake opened his mouth to speak the caravan began emitting strange sounds.
"Yeah that's how I like it." A female voice seemed to yell from the insides of the caravan closely followed by screams of pain as a blue haired cannonball flew out between dragoon and drake. Sliding along the floor for a few meters before coming to a stop.
"I hope it's not him." The red haired male spoke flicking a strand of hair upwards. "So anyway were the Striped Brigands and well ... were robbing you." He spoke in such a casual tone it was hard to take him seriously.
"Who is this guy and why is he wearing a bra?" Naru having just followed her victims course asked standing over Pedor and his now limp form.
"What's a Bra?" Pedor raised his head just to have it beat right down again.
"Why wont you just give up before they get out the rope again" Drake commented
"Thanks pal" came a reply from face down on the ground.
Several cough's echoed vainly in the air as the striped brigands tried to regain the caravaners attention. Stamping his foot in irritation there leader began to try and regain the situation. Reaching towards his belt he unsheathed a sword. The metal was bronzed with age and small specks of rust appeared as a reflection of sunlight
"Ok were robbing you so hand over everything you have" he looked over the four caravaners pointing the blade towards each of them. "NOW"
Drake slowly rose to his feet and jumping down from the caravan whilst reaching into his pocket. Tossing an apple towards the enraged youth and beckoning the rest of his comrades back onto the caravan. "We have nothing else now leave us."
"We have no intentions of leaving" The moggle spoke up for once. "Not for just an apple"
The moogle and the old man each moved in front of the two roads both doing their best to prevent passage. Whilst their leader began to swing his sword in a clockwise motion in anticipation.
"Give us your belongings now or face the consequences" they each bellowed in unison as Drake continued to watch with no emotion showing from his face. Could Drake show emotion a smirk would have appeared as he grabbed the reins and began the caravan's steady movement. As it rapidly picked up speed and veered of to the right heading straight for the old man.
"Gramps get out of the way" A distress ridden call echoed through the air as the old man dived out of the way rolling for five meters before coming to a stop where he began breathing heavily.
As the three thieves disappeared from view the others decided to join drake at the front of the caravan but due to the lack of space Pedor was left as a floating head emerging from closed curtains.
"We were going in the other direction right?" Naru questioned
"Did you ever hear of the forgotten ruins of zentra valley? Well its in this direction according to elder." Drake began to explain why he picked to mow down the old man before the moogle.
"This the same elder that says that milk comes from cows? And if there so forgotten how come he remembers them" Pedor spoke up
"Yeah our favourite senile" Drake spoke with a small glitter in his eyes.. however his face still showed no emotion.
"But milk does come from cows" Dragoon began to yell a fury of curse words in the guys direction whilst flailing her arms around randomly.
Naru cleared her throat "Can we change the topic to something more relevant than MILK"
"Drake why did you decide to charge the old man .. that was a little nasty wasn't it." Pedor questioned drakes motives. "Your actions are far from noble yourself Pedor.. practically lunging at Narus crotch." Dragoon took on a nasty tone as the accusations began to fly.
"ITS Not like I tried to cop a feel or anything." Pedor yelled back.
"SO YOU ADMIT IT." Dragoon pulled her arm back with this sentence and hit Pedor full force sending him hurtling back into the caravan's back doors.
Pedor hit the door and slid down into a sitting position in a way that would befit most cartoon characters.
Gripping his left foot he applied some pressure to it and let go instantly as a shock of pain erupted up his spine.
"I cut my foot" He whispered to himself.
Journey down the broken roads
""spoken
'' thoughts
Chapter Three: Clearing
A dim light shone through the curtains of the caravan onto pale skin. Trying to avoid it concentration the blue haired Selkie moved backwards deeper into the dark confines.
'its way to early for this' he thought has he stretched out on the floor again yawning and closing his eyes. ' I barely got any sleep last night and for the wrong reasons. What do those two have against me' pondering this he turned over towards on side. Laying on his left arm was uncomfortable but would have to do until either gravity or sudden motivation prompted his movement. Opening his eyes he laid gaze upon his fellow traveller. Stroking dark blue hair and staring into the chalice she moved single strands of hair discontent with the rebellious strand's that went against the majority.
"Its fine as it is" Pedor spoke out unaware of what his actions would lead to.
After jumping out of surprise a sudden slump hit Naru in the shoulders as she began to slowly turn round without moving her body. Her neck seemed to move to an inhuman 90 degree angle and the hair spent so long placing fell into place with the rest of the flaming background that seemed to appear behind her.
"How long have you been watching me" The question was icy showing tones of instant death for the one it was directed towards. Pedor managed to open his mouth before the pummelling began.
Lying in a pool of sweat and blood the twitching figure was flung forward with the sudden stop of movement of the floor he had laid on. Dark brown obscured his vision as he moved his arms into position forming a human M with his arms and head to attempt some leverage to remove himself.
Laying his hands around the nearest object's which were in an oddly symmetrical fashion and gripping each tightly with his hands. ' soft???' He barely had enough time to realise his mistake before a fury of punch's and kicks sent him hurtling around the now stationary caravan.
"You just don't learn do you ... STAY AWAY FROM MY SKIRT DAMN YOU"
Three figures stood in front of the caravan as it stopped at the crossroads. A red haired male with fur covered trousers and metal lacing from his midriff up to his neck led the group consisting of him, a moogle, and an old man who casually began leering in Dragoons direction. A drop of translucent liquid fell to the floor in front of him as he continued to stare.
Raising his hand to his face the red haired male uttered words of disgust as a visible sign of embarrassment shone through his face.
"Cut it out Gramps... I cant take you anywhere".
Regaining his composure he began to walk towards the caravan.
"Ok which one of you is the leader." He asked looking over from drake to dragoon and back again. As Drake opened his mouth to speak the caravan began emitting strange sounds.
"Yeah that's how I like it." A female voice seemed to yell from the insides of the caravan closely followed by screams of pain as a blue haired cannonball flew out between dragoon and drake. Sliding along the floor for a few meters before coming to a stop.
"I hope it's not him." The red haired male spoke flicking a strand of hair upwards. "So anyway were the Striped Brigands and well ... were robbing you." He spoke in such a casual tone it was hard to take him seriously.
"Who is this guy and why is he wearing a bra?" Naru having just followed her victims course asked standing over Pedor and his now limp form.
"What's a Bra?" Pedor raised his head just to have it beat right down again.
"Why wont you just give up before they get out the rope again" Drake commented
"Thanks pal" came a reply from face down on the ground.
Several cough's echoed vainly in the air as the striped brigands tried to regain the caravaners attention. Stamping his foot in irritation there leader began to try and regain the situation. Reaching towards his belt he unsheathed a sword. The metal was bronzed with age and small specks of rust appeared as a reflection of sunlight
"Ok were robbing you so hand over everything you have" he looked over the four caravaners pointing the blade towards each of them. "NOW"
Drake slowly rose to his feet and jumping down from the caravan whilst reaching into his pocket. Tossing an apple towards the enraged youth and beckoning the rest of his comrades back onto the caravan. "We have nothing else now leave us."
"We have no intentions of leaving" The moggle spoke up for once. "Not for just an apple"
The moogle and the old man each moved in front of the two roads both doing their best to prevent passage. Whilst their leader began to swing his sword in a clockwise motion in anticipation.
"Give us your belongings now or face the consequences" they each bellowed in unison as Drake continued to watch with no emotion showing from his face. Could Drake show emotion a smirk would have appeared as he grabbed the reins and began the caravan's steady movement. As it rapidly picked up speed and veered of to the right heading straight for the old man.
"Gramps get out of the way" A distress ridden call echoed through the air as the old man dived out of the way rolling for five meters before coming to a stop where he began breathing heavily.
As the three thieves disappeared from view the others decided to join drake at the front of the caravan but due to the lack of space Pedor was left as a floating head emerging from closed curtains.
"We were going in the other direction right?" Naru questioned
"Did you ever hear of the forgotten ruins of zentra valley? Well its in this direction according to elder." Drake began to explain why he picked to mow down the old man before the moogle.
"This the same elder that says that milk comes from cows? And if there so forgotten how come he remembers them" Pedor spoke up
"Yeah our favourite senile" Drake spoke with a small glitter in his eyes.. however his face still showed no emotion.
"But milk does come from cows" Dragoon began to yell a fury of curse words in the guys direction whilst flailing her arms around randomly.
Naru cleared her throat "Can we change the topic to something more relevant than MILK"
"Drake why did you decide to charge the old man .. that was a little nasty wasn't it." Pedor questioned drakes motives. "Your actions are far from noble yourself Pedor.. practically lunging at Narus crotch." Dragoon took on a nasty tone as the accusations began to fly.
"ITS Not like I tried to cop a feel or anything." Pedor yelled back.
"SO YOU ADMIT IT." Dragoon pulled her arm back with this sentence and hit Pedor full force sending him hurtling back into the caravan's back doors.
Pedor hit the door and slid down into a sitting position in a way that would befit most cartoon characters.
Gripping his left foot he applied some pressure to it and let go instantly as a shock of pain erupted up his spine.
"I cut my foot" He whispered to himself.