Wow. Long time no see.
Catalina: You never see them, you just type them.
Still. This is Catalina's chapter.
Clara: Good thing too. I need a break.
(glares) For those of you who haven't guessed by this point, Catalina is near Burmecia. And I put in a time difference for sunrise and sunset between Burmecia and Alexandria, so dark in Alexandria is twilight in Burmecia.
Catalina: Over the river and through the woods, to Grandmas house we go-
Sing Christmas songs in this 80-degree May heat and you shall die a gruesome death.
Clara: (pouting) Fine. Oh I know a song that gets on everybody's-
Moral: Never read characters from your story lines from a comedy fic.
Catalina: -nerves, everybody's nerves, everybody's nerves, Oh I know a song-
I may be forced to kill Michimi.
Catalina: Shutting up.
Clara: That gets on everybody's nerves, and this is-
And this is Clarabe- (Clara jumps on her, starts beating her up)
Catalina: I told. Apparently she's more observant than we thought.
Clara: Meaning?
Catalina: Who would've guessed that remote control was a video camera?
Clara: Ouch. So she figured it out?
Catalina: Yup.
Oh, sure, I'll just sit here listening to this-
Clara: That's right, you will.
Catalina: And you'll shut up about it, too.
But I still have SOME control over this story. I don't have to reveal it. I could make you reveal it Catalina.
Clara: Shut up. (casts silence)
Catalina: Place: Base of mountain between Lindblum and Burmecia.
Clara: Setting, evening, sun setting. O, and someone complained about me calling that little communication thingy on their ships a phone, and transporting it to castles. IT FITS IN PERFECTLY WITH THE STORY!! A message Eika made me say.
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"Pleeeeeaaaaaaasse can we stop now, kupo? My feet hurt."
"I've carried you the last mile and a half. YOUR feet hurt?"
"Yes, kupo!"
"I'll bet," I comment, shrugging off the carry sack Michimi lies in with a groan. We made good time today, even if it WAS very painful. And I mean painful. A rock slide occurring right under your feet (literally) and making you slide down on your side with your face pressed in the dirt is NOT fun. Take it from someone who had the experience firsthand, don't try it at home. If you CAN try it at home. "We'll camp here."
"I thought you were an outlaw, kupo."
I am!"
"Then why are we camping so close to Burmecia, kupo? Someone might find us."
"I highly doubt it. And we're not moving another step unless YOU want to carry ME." As I suspect, he doesn't argue. Smart. I have to admire him for that.
"You're crazy, kupo." I also have to put a frog in the tent with him very, very soon. Heeheehee.
"Whatever. You set up the tent, I collect firewood."
"No fire, kupo."
"And may I ask why not?" I say turning back and looking him straight in the eye.
"It leaves smoke to mark where we are. It also smells bad."
"Shut up before I make you. I'm gonna get us some chow." I set off, to return in an hour to find the tent set up, a neat fire pit dug, fireproof containers, enough edible greenery for a small salad, and Michimi. missing?
"KUPO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
I take off toward the sound, running as fast as possible, jumping over a small incline, sliding sideways down the remainder of the mountain-
There. Thirty feet away. Michimi, cornered by a bunch of small skeletons.
Too far away to do anything as they attack! With a cry as the first one lunges I raise my hands, concentrating on the power inside me, building a spell I don't know, hoping, please, lowering my hands to release it-
The skeleton evaporates as it hits a perfectly solid barrier around Michimi, semi-see-through, a strange light gold color, almost draped around an area exactly a foot away from Michimi on all sides.
I stop running. I STARE, open mouthed, wide-eyed, unblinking.
What the heck was that?
The other skeletons scatter and Michimi comes toward me, mouth open almost as widely as mine. I touch the shield and it vanishes, disappearing without a trace.
Only NOW do the aches come back, do my feet feel sore again, and I'm forced to wonder just what this costume is made of- it still hasn't ripped!
"How'd you do that, kupo?" I stare at him. After all that I forgot Michimi would be asking questions.
"I don't know." I tell him honestly before collapsing from exhaustion. Inwardly I curse; using powerful magic when you're nearly out of M.P. can render you useless for hours, unable to budge an inch. The only part that's unaffected, besides your internal organs, is your mouth.
"Are you ok, kupo?" Whispers Michimi, coming towards me.
"No, I decided to keel over like my legs were made out of pond scum because I felt like it." I reply sarcastically. Michimi shakes his head.
"Kupo, you shouldn't have done that. I would've been just fine." He comments, attempting to pick me up. Failing to do so, he gets my top half off the ground and starts to drag me to our campsite.
"Nonsense," I retort without thinking. "What are friends for?" After this I quiet. Friend.
The only person I consider my friend is Clara. Clara is the only one who knows what I've been through. But, Michimi- I just called him a friend. Without thinking. Sure I like him. We get along well. I trust him. But is that friendship?
But he's the only one who knows about my past, about Uncle Kuja, about Clara and the punishments. My mission. My hopes, my fears. Dreams.
Is this friendship?
It must be. He's the only one I trust, Clara the only exception.
I smile as I see the campsite up ahead. "You can put me down now," I tell him. "I think I can crawl the rest of the way."
But he doesn't let me down. He walks into the campsite. "You can stop now," I tell him, heart beginning to beat a bit fast.
He keeps walking. Past the campsite. "Michimi, this isn't funny anymore." I tell him, getting nervous. "You've had your fun, now put me down!"
"No, kupo." Michimi's voice is so quiet I can barely hear him. Fear begins to creep in my heart, drying out my mouth.
"What do you mean, no?" I ask him, trying not to let the fear creep into my voice.
"I remember everything you told me, kupo. Everything."
"So? I told you because I felt you should know. Now put me down." I tell him, trying not to let the fear I feel show.
"Others should know, too, kupo. While you were getting wood and food I contacted someone from Burmecia, kupo." I can feel the color drain from my face. No. Please, no.
"You're. . ." My voice is faint, practically a whisper, and it cracks at the end. I can't produce another sound from my dry mouth. Whispering is the only way I can talk. "You're turning me in?"
"You need help, kupo. You believe these things you told me, kupo. You're wrong. I can't just let you kill innocent people, kupo." I hear a rustling up ahead. No. I've come too far, done too much, I can't- but my tired body refuses to respond. "I told them I'd found one of the mass murderers and that you had no idea, kupo. I remember your story; every word of it, kupo. If you don't tell them, I will." No.
Using all the strength I have left I manage to escape his hold- or, rather, slide through his backwards carrying and all the way to the ground. He turns around, looking at me, As I attempt to get up, run in the other direction, get as far away as possible in as fast as possible, but can't. Instead of lecturing more he lifts me off the ground once more and looks at me. Maybe he sees the fear in my eyes, maybe he's tired, but he doesn't start to lecture again. Instead he continues to drag me along, trying to lift me entirely but failing. I attempt to struggle again, wishing I could use magic, any magic. That I had not used the last of it to save the traitor. Instead, all I succeed in doing is sliding from his arms again. A terrified whimper escapes from my throat. With an angry sigh he turns around-
And stops as he sees a single tear escape from my eye. I close my eyes, not wanting to see the look on his face, the pity that's worse than hatred. Instead of scolding me he wipes it away before picking me up again, and I close my eyes against the tears. Once I stop them from flooding over my cheeks I open my eyes. In the bright moonlight I can see him struggling to drag me before setting me down from exhaustion. He leans me against a stump and walks away, leaving me in the dirt.
Closing my eyes, I try to breathe regularly, fear coursing through my body like a knife. No.
He returns a few seconds later, and I see someone next to him. Michimi stops next to me, the feet stop too. He leans over and struggles to pick me up, failing miserably. Of course, by now I'M the one miserable. The tall person kneels down next to where I'm propped, and my breath catches in my throat.
It's a dragon knight.
"Is this her?" He asks, looking at me critically. I can almost feel his eyes slide up and down my dirt-streaked body-
No.
"Yup, kupo. She used the last of her magic to protect me from a spell. That's why I didn't wait till she was sleeping, kupo. She can barely move an inch." Michimi looks me in the eye. "Her names Catalina, kupo."
"NO!" I try to shout, just managing a bare whisper.
With the little bit of strength I have I attempt to get up, run from the stump, get away from here. Be free. But all I can manage is to slide from the stump, legs not responding to desperate commands.
The knight leans over me and stares into my face with his own before picking me up. By now I'm terrified beyond all reason, too scared to even stutter out some mean trash. "You did the right thing," Says the knight, looking down at Michimi. "Hop in my backpack. You get a free ride for dragging this girl." Michimi does so, and the knight sets off, silently going on his way.
. . .No.
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Catalina: No.
Catalina: You never see them, you just type them.
Still. This is Catalina's chapter.
Clara: Good thing too. I need a break.
(glares) For those of you who haven't guessed by this point, Catalina is near Burmecia. And I put in a time difference for sunrise and sunset between Burmecia and Alexandria, so dark in Alexandria is twilight in Burmecia.
Catalina: Over the river and through the woods, to Grandmas house we go-
Sing Christmas songs in this 80-degree May heat and you shall die a gruesome death.
Clara: (pouting) Fine. Oh I know a song that gets on everybody's-
Moral: Never read characters from your story lines from a comedy fic.
Catalina: -nerves, everybody's nerves, everybody's nerves, Oh I know a song-
I may be forced to kill Michimi.
Catalina: Shutting up.
Clara: That gets on everybody's nerves, and this is-
And this is Clarabe- (Clara jumps on her, starts beating her up)
Catalina: I told. Apparently she's more observant than we thought.
Clara: Meaning?
Catalina: Who would've guessed that remote control was a video camera?
Clara: Ouch. So she figured it out?
Catalina: Yup.
Oh, sure, I'll just sit here listening to this-
Clara: That's right, you will.
Catalina: And you'll shut up about it, too.
But I still have SOME control over this story. I don't have to reveal it. I could make you reveal it Catalina.
Clara: Shut up. (casts silence)
Catalina: Place: Base of mountain between Lindblum and Burmecia.
Clara: Setting, evening, sun setting. O, and someone complained about me calling that little communication thingy on their ships a phone, and transporting it to castles. IT FITS IN PERFECTLY WITH THE STORY!! A message Eika made me say.
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"Pleeeeeaaaaaaasse can we stop now, kupo? My feet hurt."
"I've carried you the last mile and a half. YOUR feet hurt?"
"Yes, kupo!"
"I'll bet," I comment, shrugging off the carry sack Michimi lies in with a groan. We made good time today, even if it WAS very painful. And I mean painful. A rock slide occurring right under your feet (literally) and making you slide down on your side with your face pressed in the dirt is NOT fun. Take it from someone who had the experience firsthand, don't try it at home. If you CAN try it at home. "We'll camp here."
"I thought you were an outlaw, kupo."
I am!"
"Then why are we camping so close to Burmecia, kupo? Someone might find us."
"I highly doubt it. And we're not moving another step unless YOU want to carry ME." As I suspect, he doesn't argue. Smart. I have to admire him for that.
"You're crazy, kupo." I also have to put a frog in the tent with him very, very soon. Heeheehee.
"Whatever. You set up the tent, I collect firewood."
"No fire, kupo."
"And may I ask why not?" I say turning back and looking him straight in the eye.
"It leaves smoke to mark where we are. It also smells bad."
"Shut up before I make you. I'm gonna get us some chow." I set off, to return in an hour to find the tent set up, a neat fire pit dug, fireproof containers, enough edible greenery for a small salad, and Michimi. missing?
"KUPO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
I take off toward the sound, running as fast as possible, jumping over a small incline, sliding sideways down the remainder of the mountain-
There. Thirty feet away. Michimi, cornered by a bunch of small skeletons.
Too far away to do anything as they attack! With a cry as the first one lunges I raise my hands, concentrating on the power inside me, building a spell I don't know, hoping, please, lowering my hands to release it-
The skeleton evaporates as it hits a perfectly solid barrier around Michimi, semi-see-through, a strange light gold color, almost draped around an area exactly a foot away from Michimi on all sides.
I stop running. I STARE, open mouthed, wide-eyed, unblinking.
What the heck was that?
The other skeletons scatter and Michimi comes toward me, mouth open almost as widely as mine. I touch the shield and it vanishes, disappearing without a trace.
Only NOW do the aches come back, do my feet feel sore again, and I'm forced to wonder just what this costume is made of- it still hasn't ripped!
"How'd you do that, kupo?" I stare at him. After all that I forgot Michimi would be asking questions.
"I don't know." I tell him honestly before collapsing from exhaustion. Inwardly I curse; using powerful magic when you're nearly out of M.P. can render you useless for hours, unable to budge an inch. The only part that's unaffected, besides your internal organs, is your mouth.
"Are you ok, kupo?" Whispers Michimi, coming towards me.
"No, I decided to keel over like my legs were made out of pond scum because I felt like it." I reply sarcastically. Michimi shakes his head.
"Kupo, you shouldn't have done that. I would've been just fine." He comments, attempting to pick me up. Failing to do so, he gets my top half off the ground and starts to drag me to our campsite.
"Nonsense," I retort without thinking. "What are friends for?" After this I quiet. Friend.
The only person I consider my friend is Clara. Clara is the only one who knows what I've been through. But, Michimi- I just called him a friend. Without thinking. Sure I like him. We get along well. I trust him. But is that friendship?
But he's the only one who knows about my past, about Uncle Kuja, about Clara and the punishments. My mission. My hopes, my fears. Dreams.
Is this friendship?
It must be. He's the only one I trust, Clara the only exception.
I smile as I see the campsite up ahead. "You can put me down now," I tell him. "I think I can crawl the rest of the way."
But he doesn't let me down. He walks into the campsite. "You can stop now," I tell him, heart beginning to beat a bit fast.
He keeps walking. Past the campsite. "Michimi, this isn't funny anymore." I tell him, getting nervous. "You've had your fun, now put me down!"
"No, kupo." Michimi's voice is so quiet I can barely hear him. Fear begins to creep in my heart, drying out my mouth.
"What do you mean, no?" I ask him, trying not to let the fear creep into my voice.
"I remember everything you told me, kupo. Everything."
"So? I told you because I felt you should know. Now put me down." I tell him, trying not to let the fear I feel show.
"Others should know, too, kupo. While you were getting wood and food I contacted someone from Burmecia, kupo." I can feel the color drain from my face. No. Please, no.
"You're. . ." My voice is faint, practically a whisper, and it cracks at the end. I can't produce another sound from my dry mouth. Whispering is the only way I can talk. "You're turning me in?"
"You need help, kupo. You believe these things you told me, kupo. You're wrong. I can't just let you kill innocent people, kupo." I hear a rustling up ahead. No. I've come too far, done too much, I can't- but my tired body refuses to respond. "I told them I'd found one of the mass murderers and that you had no idea, kupo. I remember your story; every word of it, kupo. If you don't tell them, I will." No.
Using all the strength I have left I manage to escape his hold- or, rather, slide through his backwards carrying and all the way to the ground. He turns around, looking at me, As I attempt to get up, run in the other direction, get as far away as possible in as fast as possible, but can't. Instead of lecturing more he lifts me off the ground once more and looks at me. Maybe he sees the fear in my eyes, maybe he's tired, but he doesn't start to lecture again. Instead he continues to drag me along, trying to lift me entirely but failing. I attempt to struggle again, wishing I could use magic, any magic. That I had not used the last of it to save the traitor. Instead, all I succeed in doing is sliding from his arms again. A terrified whimper escapes from my throat. With an angry sigh he turns around-
And stops as he sees a single tear escape from my eye. I close my eyes, not wanting to see the look on his face, the pity that's worse than hatred. Instead of scolding me he wipes it away before picking me up again, and I close my eyes against the tears. Once I stop them from flooding over my cheeks I open my eyes. In the bright moonlight I can see him struggling to drag me before setting me down from exhaustion. He leans me against a stump and walks away, leaving me in the dirt.
Closing my eyes, I try to breathe regularly, fear coursing through my body like a knife. No.
He returns a few seconds later, and I see someone next to him. Michimi stops next to me, the feet stop too. He leans over and struggles to pick me up, failing miserably. Of course, by now I'M the one miserable. The tall person kneels down next to where I'm propped, and my breath catches in my throat.
It's a dragon knight.
"Is this her?" He asks, looking at me critically. I can almost feel his eyes slide up and down my dirt-streaked body-
No.
"Yup, kupo. She used the last of her magic to protect me from a spell. That's why I didn't wait till she was sleeping, kupo. She can barely move an inch." Michimi looks me in the eye. "Her names Catalina, kupo."
"NO!" I try to shout, just managing a bare whisper.
With the little bit of strength I have I attempt to get up, run from the stump, get away from here. Be free. But all I can manage is to slide from the stump, legs not responding to desperate commands.
The knight leans over me and stares into my face with his own before picking me up. By now I'm terrified beyond all reason, too scared to even stutter out some mean trash. "You did the right thing," Says the knight, looking down at Michimi. "Hop in my backpack. You get a free ride for dragging this girl." Michimi does so, and the knight sets off, silently going on his way.
. . .No.
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Catalina: No.
