1.1.1 A/N: Listen up, folks! This chapter gets a little iffy at the end.
No actual detail, but certain things are implied VERY heavily—Another
words, if you are under the physical and/or mental age of 13 you should get
mum or da's permission, 'cause I donna think yer folks would be to 'appy
about you readin' it otherwise…
1.1.2
Second, someone asked earlier why Laguna didn't bitch about the thief…Simple—at first he didn't know she was a thief and even after he found out…Well look at his deity—Haven't you people ever watched DB or DBZ? No offense….
1.1.3
1.1.4 Chapter Eleven
Jea and Laguna walked through town towards the Temple of Goku. They chatted loosely, this being their first chance to truly talk in several weeks. Over the past several months the unlikely friendship between the two had grown, embedding itself into their minds and hearts. Completely comfortable, they ambled along, shoulder to shoulder, discussing everything from Ambermist to the weather.
At the temple, they met up with the same priest sweeping the floor. Laguna held up the relic. "Can I see the Head Priest, Holy Father?"
The old man bobbed his head eagerly. "Yes, Noble Paladin. He will be so happy you've succeeded! He has been pulling his hair out from serious worry since you left! Please, this way!"
Laguna quirked an eyebrow. —Pulling his hair out? Boy, that's no mean feat! I didn't think he had that much hair!—
As they followed the priest, Laguna whispered to Jea, "Wait til you see this old fossil! I swear, he must've been the childhood friend to an elf long since dead of old age!"
She looked at him in surprise. "What do you mean?"
"You'll see…"
When they reached the Head Priest's office, Laguna steeled himself to be face to face with the old man and his hideous halitosis.
Inside, it took all of Jea's self control not to burst out laughing. The old guy looked as if he'd put on a few centuries in the past two weeks.
Laguna returned the relic to the old man, and then spent ten minutes trying to pry the old fart off of him. For a walking corpse, he was pretty strong. Tears of mirth welled up in Jea's eyes as she stifled the urge to laugh. The Head Priest thanked him again and again for his help.
Laguna and Jea managed to finally get out of the room and back to the front door. The two managed to keep their composure until they stepped outside. Then they fell against each other, laughing hysterically. They spent five minutes wiping the tears from their eyes and holding their sides.
Jea looked at the paladin. "You weren't kidding, were you? That guy was ancient! Great gods! Ha ha!"
Laguna smiled and placed a hand on her shoulder. "C'mon. We should head back to the inn…"
* (Meanwhile:) * * * * *
Dumbugg sat in the common room, staring blankly at the door for a while after his friends left. Then it dawned on him that he was hungry. He grabbed the arm of a passing barmaid. "'Scuse me."
"Yes?" the barmaid, a plain looking woman who was none to quick, said.
"I hungry."
"Well, what would you like?" she asked.
"Want meat."
"We have beef, pork, and chicken."
"Hmm…Bird."
"Alrighty. Would you like a drink?"
"Beer," he replied.
"Okay, be right back." She bustled off into the kitchen.
She returned a little while later with a heaping platter consisting of a whole chicken and a huge mug of frothy beer. As she set the platter down, Dumbugg said, "Sit and eat with? I share."
She giggled. "I wish I could, but I'm on shift." His face fell and she hastily added, "However, I'll be off in about twenty minutes. How about I join you then?"
Dumbugg smiled broadly. "Okay." Then he attacked his plate with relish, polishing off almost the entire chicken in ten minutes, sitting back afterwards and belching.
As he was leisurely drinking, the barmaid returned. "Hey there. Am I still welcome?"
Dumbugg grinned again. "Sure. Have a seat." When she settled into the chair, he introduced himself. "I Yarū Dumbugg."
"And I'm Jun Barabre. Nice to meet you, Yarū."
Dumbugg decided to try and say something nice. "You're pretty," he blurted.
Jun blushed brightly. "Well…I…thank you…"
Dumbugg's breath caught in his throat as he looked at her. He decided to say something else to calm himself down. So naturally, he said the first thing that came to mind. "I have a room…"
Now, he meant it as a simple statement of fact, but it didn't come out that way. Jun's eyes were gleaming in the lamplight, and she stared at him with undisguised, blind lust.
"Really," she said huskily. "Can I see it?"
Dumbugg's effort to calm himself was unsuccessful. He swallowed nervously. "…uh…sure…"
They got up and went upstairs. Dumbugg took Jun into the room he was sharing with the paladin. Shutting the door, he said, "See?"
"Mmm—hmm…" she murmured.
It was then that something extraordinary happened. Dumbugg did something he didn't do very often—he got an idea. Looking at the bed, he grabbed Jun and picked her up. Then he threw her on the bed, deciding to make use of its convenience.
1.1.2
Second, someone asked earlier why Laguna didn't bitch about the thief…Simple—at first he didn't know she was a thief and even after he found out…Well look at his deity—Haven't you people ever watched DB or DBZ? No offense….
1.1.3
1.1.4 Chapter Eleven
Jea and Laguna walked through town towards the Temple of Goku. They chatted loosely, this being their first chance to truly talk in several weeks. Over the past several months the unlikely friendship between the two had grown, embedding itself into their minds and hearts. Completely comfortable, they ambled along, shoulder to shoulder, discussing everything from Ambermist to the weather.
At the temple, they met up with the same priest sweeping the floor. Laguna held up the relic. "Can I see the Head Priest, Holy Father?"
The old man bobbed his head eagerly. "Yes, Noble Paladin. He will be so happy you've succeeded! He has been pulling his hair out from serious worry since you left! Please, this way!"
Laguna quirked an eyebrow. —Pulling his hair out? Boy, that's no mean feat! I didn't think he had that much hair!—
As they followed the priest, Laguna whispered to Jea, "Wait til you see this old fossil! I swear, he must've been the childhood friend to an elf long since dead of old age!"
She looked at him in surprise. "What do you mean?"
"You'll see…"
When they reached the Head Priest's office, Laguna steeled himself to be face to face with the old man and his hideous halitosis.
Inside, it took all of Jea's self control not to burst out laughing. The old guy looked as if he'd put on a few centuries in the past two weeks.
Laguna returned the relic to the old man, and then spent ten minutes trying to pry the old fart off of him. For a walking corpse, he was pretty strong. Tears of mirth welled up in Jea's eyes as she stifled the urge to laugh. The Head Priest thanked him again and again for his help.
Laguna and Jea managed to finally get out of the room and back to the front door. The two managed to keep their composure until they stepped outside. Then they fell against each other, laughing hysterically. They spent five minutes wiping the tears from their eyes and holding their sides.
Jea looked at the paladin. "You weren't kidding, were you? That guy was ancient! Great gods! Ha ha!"
Laguna smiled and placed a hand on her shoulder. "C'mon. We should head back to the inn…"
* (Meanwhile:) * * * * *
Dumbugg sat in the common room, staring blankly at the door for a while after his friends left. Then it dawned on him that he was hungry. He grabbed the arm of a passing barmaid. "'Scuse me."
"Yes?" the barmaid, a plain looking woman who was none to quick, said.
"I hungry."
"Well, what would you like?" she asked.
"Want meat."
"We have beef, pork, and chicken."
"Hmm…Bird."
"Alrighty. Would you like a drink?"
"Beer," he replied.
"Okay, be right back." She bustled off into the kitchen.
She returned a little while later with a heaping platter consisting of a whole chicken and a huge mug of frothy beer. As she set the platter down, Dumbugg said, "Sit and eat with? I share."
She giggled. "I wish I could, but I'm on shift." His face fell and she hastily added, "However, I'll be off in about twenty minutes. How about I join you then?"
Dumbugg smiled broadly. "Okay." Then he attacked his plate with relish, polishing off almost the entire chicken in ten minutes, sitting back afterwards and belching.
As he was leisurely drinking, the barmaid returned. "Hey there. Am I still welcome?"
Dumbugg grinned again. "Sure. Have a seat." When she settled into the chair, he introduced himself. "I Yarū Dumbugg."
"And I'm Jun Barabre. Nice to meet you, Yarū."
Dumbugg decided to try and say something nice. "You're pretty," he blurted.
Jun blushed brightly. "Well…I…thank you…"
Dumbugg's breath caught in his throat as he looked at her. He decided to say something else to calm himself down. So naturally, he said the first thing that came to mind. "I have a room…"
Now, he meant it as a simple statement of fact, but it didn't come out that way. Jun's eyes were gleaming in the lamplight, and she stared at him with undisguised, blind lust.
"Really," she said huskily. "Can I see it?"
Dumbugg's effort to calm himself was unsuccessful. He swallowed nervously. "…uh…sure…"
They got up and went upstairs. Dumbugg took Jun into the room he was sharing with the paladin. Shutting the door, he said, "See?"
"Mmm—hmm…" she murmured.
It was then that something extraordinary happened. Dumbugg did something he didn't do very often—he got an idea. Looking at the bed, he grabbed Jun and picked her up. Then he threw her on the bed, deciding to make use of its convenience.