Favorite Flower
Part 2()
Masqurin reached the church by the time mass had ended, and began searching for Grace in the massive, departing crowd. Her search ended as she suddenly heard a distinct yelp in a general direction, and decided to see what the comotion was about. An audience had already gathered, and so Masqurin politely threatened everyone to clear a path for her with her staff sparkling with magic that promised extreme pain before death. The masses could not deny such a well mannered request and quickly paved a path.
Masqurin sped into the scene to see Grace, the well known priestess in the village, holding her staff--Grezithlic, and was fiercely rebuking a man while screaming sentences that involved the virulent wrath of God and something about sending the man to Hell.
The man, like any other gallant and intelligent person, was pleading to Grace on his knees to allow him to live.
Many in the crowd were sympathizing with the man when the man declared he had eight children to feed along with a wife and an elderly mother, but none in the crowd had the courage nor stupidity to try and falter Grace's decision when she was furious.
And at the time, Grace was pissed.
Masqurin quickly took hold of the hand of Grace that held the staff, and yelled.
"Grace-chan! Have you gone mad!? It's not nice to kill on Sundays!!" When Grace turned her head and gave Masqurin her attention, Masqurin continued, "Why in the flaming hells in which Bulzome dwells are you wanting to kill this poor, defenseless, and obviously pathetic excuse of a man!?"
"Hey!" The victim said, and began weeping for his manhood was insulted. And somewhere deep within the surface earth's crust, Bulzome screamed.
"I wouldn't be here if it weren't for that group of meddling kids and their stupid penguin! Grrrrrr!" His tirade was discontinued as his cape suddenly caught fire and so he began the procedure of 'stop, drop, roll', of course to no avail for he was in Hell after all.
Grace was indignant even after Masqurin's inquiry. "Masqurin! This man has the nerve to bring a "newspaper" into this church! Newspaper, in the Lord's house!"
Masqurin could only sigh and sweat drop. Grace followed her declaration/accusation with several slaps to the victim's cheeks and made sure he would get a good bruise.
The man of course winced and began to explain his innocence.
"But sister Grace, how is there sin in the texts of newpapers?" His plead for innocence, of course, had no effect besides adding gasoline to the fire as Grace's face reddened considerably from anger, even with all the fur, and screamed in his face.
"What do you mean NO sin!? HUH?! All newspapers emplore are gossips, lies, and inaccurate acounts upon facts and demean the stature of other individuals! And you dare tell me no sin lies within these horrid texts!?" Grace then proceeded to obliterate the offending paper with her holy powers and would have sent the man to Hell if Masqurin and along with Dantares and Synbios, whom just arrived, did not held Grace back with all their might.
"Get the hell away from here if you still want to live you idiot!" Synbios bellowed. The man did not need to be told twice, and so dashed out the church with such speed that would make an ostrich jealous.
The victim's absence did not decrease Grace's anger as she still sceamed profanities that a priestess should not be allowed to use, and expressed desires to eliminate the printing press with upmost celerity.
Dantares was punched a few good times in the face from the wild-half's (I believe all beast people can be called this) rampage and was wincing while cursing his ancestors because he was the type to do so.
It took the three companions a good ten minutes to finally calm the priestess, and only after Synbios assured her that the printing business was actually declining.
And as we all know a lie brings infinite tragedies to come, then again it depends on what kind of lie.
Although Grace was still fuming slightly, the walk toward the festival was quiet enough so that Dantares can snicker at Synbios and Masqurin, well mostly at Synbios, while also tripping innocent little children whom were playing tag. And as we know, every negative action will at least have some negative consequences.
"Dantares! Are you bullying children again?!" A centaur woman with light violet hair shouted.
"Ah, kuso! What are you doing here woman!" Dantares' rejoinder was answered with consecutive assaults toward the head.
Bang. "Ow!"
Whack. "Listen...!"
Wham. "Woman! Would you..."
Bonk. "Hey!"
Clang. "How's that sound even possible?!"
"And how dare you call me by the title 'woman'!" The female centaur shouted with another swift strike towards Dantares jelly brains.
"Crappy hurting! Dammit, I'm sorry Cybel! Would you just stop trying to muder your own boyfriend and calm down!? Gack! I smell blood!"
"That's what makes me angry. A boyfriend that picks on children! What kind of a man are you?!" Cybel was obviously proning toward utter fury.
"Five gold pieces says he answers the question." Synbios whispered in Masqurin's ears, and if anyone payed close attention, they could see the color rising in his face from being close to Masqurin.
"You're on Syn-chan." Masqurin whipered back, blushing herself. Fortunately, no one had noticed because of the scene.
Dantares, being himself, decided to answer that question. "Um... the kind that makes a good father?" He tried dubiously.
Cybel cringed and glared at him. Synbios cheered. Masqurin pouted. Grace drank tea. Benetram drank tea.
Benetram?!
Everyone turned to look at the man who suddenly appeared with gawked faces and widened eyes.
Benetram blew slightly on his tea. After sipping his tea, he then smiled at the group.
"How is everyone? What a lovely day, is it not?"
Synbios wasn't too happy with his sudden appearance. "Benetram!? What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be at Saraband?"
Benetram did not faze at Synbios' accusations and merely smiled again.
"No. Don't tell me..."
Another smile.
"You decided to be absent the conferences and make the other officials become outraged and frantically search for you in all possible areas?" Masqurin stated more than asked.
The smile remained plastered.
Everyone sighed.
"Well, couldn't you have hide anywhere else? I mean, this hide-and-go-seek routine which messes with the entire Republic is just fine, but couldn't you have went somewhere else?" Dantares inquired.
"Anywhere besides here?" Masqurin added curtly.
"Aw, com'on guys." Benetram whined, which was extremely unfitting for a grown man in his forties, and who was once the great strategist that led the army of light to vanquish the dark.
"I just wanted to spend time with people I know and enjoy this great weather." He added effect by using puppy dog eyes that twinkled with small tears and sucked on his thumb like a child.
The expression was apparently more appalling than rueful as Grace was disgusted.
"Lord Benetram, I would prefer you to uphold your dignity and resume the poster of an adult. Do so or I shall blast your damnable soul to the conflagration of Hades." Grace's threat was always tooken seriously and so Benetram was quicly silenced and stared at the ground in shame.
Cybel decided that the excitment was enough for the day. "Forget it. Let's just go to the festival, it's going to end soon if we don't hurry."
This got everyone's attention. Masqurin enthusiasticly grabbed Synbios' hand, which prompted blushes from both of them, and dragged him toward the festival location.
Cybel then proceeded to hook her left arm to Dantares' right, and smiled at him, indicating a preferation of escort and forgiveness. Dantares was happy to oblige with his girlfriend as it was a chance to get on Cybel's good side again. So they walked away along with Grace, as Benetram trailed behind with them and sang happy tunes of levity, prompting odd stares from the public.
{ Festival, North }
At the site, many were enjoying the warming rays of the sun and calming breeze that made it perfect for a festival day. Numerous villagers had laid upon the grass for a nice picnic.
Some children were seen throwing rocks at a tree. "I'm telling you, I saw a man sleeping up there!" One of four boys yelled, while tossing another stone.
"Well, I don't see nothing." A boy with glasses claimed. "Me neither." The tallest boy of the group concurred.
The fourth boy threw a rock just for fun while the others argued and heard the projectile hitting something, something that talked.
"Ow!" The boys all looked toward the source of the voice, in the tree. "Why you little bastards..." and so suddenly arrows began to zoom out from the tree and nearly penetrated the boisterous boys whom were now shouting and scrambling to survive.
"And if I catch you again, I'll make sure to use my Tarengue arrows on you stupid brats!" (Tarengue arrows: Arrows made of blue mythril that can penetrate most of the strongest of minerals; generally used for construction purposes and mining business. In Heiward's case, slaughtering.)
Botched, green hair greeted the sunlight as Heiward rose from his resting spot in the tree, huffing as he was infuriated with the children that disturbed him from his blissful slomber and actually had the indignities to attack him with a damn rock!
"Grrrr." Heyward muttered. (Grrrr: The conveying of one's emotion, usually in annoyance or anger. In Heyward's case, hunger.)
Being hungry was not what Heyward liked to do, and so he jumped off the tree, which was about 30-40 feet high, and began his quest for breakfast. Of course, sleeping in the tree that was also in the festival grounds meant that food was not far away.
Heyward sighed in bliss.
{ Festival, South }
Masqurin and Synbios arrived at the festival before the others as they ran, or at least Masqurin dragged Synbios and Synbios was coerced to be speedy.
"C'mon! Syn-chan! Let's try the "Typoon dragoon!"
Author's note: I don't freaking care what people say, I will fictionalize my own objects and characters in this damn story so if you don't like it, don't read this. Oh, and the Typoon dragoon is a fictional roller coster that is shaped like a dragoon riding on a dragon.
"Wha-! B-b-but..." Synbios began to protest, but as we all know, how can he refuse his sweet, lovable, adorable, cute, and irresistable Qurin-chan? Don't answer the question.
"Syn-chan, you're not afraid of a tiny, little speed cart now, are you?" Again, Masqurin was good at teasing people, and she could probably convince anyone to do something, especially since her beauty usually promotes attention to what she says, more so when juxapose to other characters. The taunt made its desired effect as it stinged the pride of Synbios.
Even though Synbios was shy when it came to Masqurin these days, he still was considered a great swordsman with great powers and skills. He had even defeated the well known "Emperor of Lightning", which was what Medion was called later on. Synbios refused to let himself be marked as a coward. Sighing in defeat, he yielded to his fate as Masqurin clapped her hands happily.
Masqurin then proceeds to drag Synbios toward "Puke land".
{ Festival, East }
In the mist of the crowds, five extravagant begins appeared at the east section of the festival. Although each person was plain in attire, one could tell they were not mundane at all.
"Dear oni-chan, this is where Lord Synbios resides now?" One of the five questioned, which was the popular princess of the Destonia Empire, Isabella.
"I believe this is the correct location, your highness." The centaur, Cambell, answered for Isabella's brother, Medion.
Medion turned to look at his sister with a steady gaze and asked, "Is there something wrong?"
"It just seems to be such a small and unfitting place for one such as Lord Synbios heritage." Isabella answered.
Medion returned to staring forward. "Whatever."
Beside the blonde prince of Destonia was a young girl dressed in traditional Japanese Kimono, who is known as Hazuki.
"Hmmm. Apparently today is some sort of holiday. A festival is being held." Hazuki observed.
Medion almost smiled, and I repeat, almost, for a stoic person like Medion it is already great improvement.
Author's note: In great stories, there is generally a person who is extremely austere and forms practical actions that are intelligent but lack human emotions. That person is also usually skilled in the arts of combat. And I believe Medion is fit to be such a character - the strong but silent type, but gradually softens under the influence of a woman. : }
Clad in a dark, black fighting robe, Medion was entralled by thte appearance of Hazuki in a kimono. Although the ninja outfit was appealing, her new look presented an equally sense of beauty that Medion loved. It was further insinuated as Hazuki even allowed her silky hair down, reaching her small back.
"Mm." Was the only reply Medion gave though, as he still had a reputation to keep, even if he was staring.
The last person, who was behind everyone, snickered and was obviously trying his best to refrain from laughing.
Medion grimaced, and glared at the last person. "Harold, why are you following us anyways?"
Harold looked at Medion, unfazed by his intensive and cold leer.
"Ha ha. I just followed you guys because I wanted to come and visit Synbios and the others, and since you're the only one who's been here, I automatically decided you were the choice for a tout."
"Well, you are here now."
"Seems so."
"Then leave."
"You're just mad because I saw you staaaaaaring" Harold had obviously stretched the last word, looking a Hazuki expectantly.
Hazuki, being Hazuki, was completely clueless.
Medion, being Medion, was completely aware, and irated too. So his next action was to fry Harold with a quick lighting attack and pulled Hazuki with him into the festival grounds. Hazuki, of course, was still very much confused. Isabella poked Harold with a stick to make sure he was still alive, and upon seeing his first twitches, relaxed and went off into the festival as well. Cambell, being Cambell, left ages ago to search for something interesting.
"Ne, what was Harold talking about, Medion-kun?" Hazuki inquired with a cute voice, causing Medion's heart to melt and gushed into his intestines. She inwardly cheered as she once again realized her privelege to call the handsome young prince in such a manner.
"Nothing. He was just being stupid."
"But he was inferring something." Hazuki was suddenly smart enough to know Harold was inferring to something.
'She's suddenly smart enough to know Harold was inferring to something.' Medion thought.
"I said it was nothing." Medion said as he continued to walk. Hazuki looked sad and forlorn for a brief moment before shrugging and walked beside Medion.
The couple found several games to play that also earns prizes. Such as catching goldfish. Medion was particularly good at it, using his blade-Poseidon, he cleaved more goldfish than anyone else. But he was confused as to why many screamed and ran away and the shopkeeper was on his knees begging for mercy.
Hazuki had only sighed and showed Medion the correct way to playing these kind of traditional games.
Just when the couple walked past the people who were trying to remain out of harms way-their way, Hazuki overheard two people talking.
"Hey, Garan. Did you see that green-haired guy at the noodle stand?"
"Yeah. He was eating like a behemoth. I think he ate at least twenty bowls!"
"Shit! Twenty!?"
"Shit, yeah!"
"And there was another maniac at the fighting ring!"
"There was also a man jumping around and stealing stuff."
"Did you also see that girl with an old man doing the kunfu stuff?"
As the two continued to discuss the strange happenings, Medion and Hazuki just froze. Slowly they turned to look at each other. Medion spoke first.
"Ah, crap."
TO BE CONTINUED.................................