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Post by Marko the Moogle on Nov 8, 2012 18:11:31 GMT
“BOO!!! You are NOT a moogle!”
Marko was standing on top of a fangirl’s head in the theatre district of Lindblum. Lowell Bridges was promoting his play Moogle Wannabe II again but this was the first time Marko had seen it. A moogle suit?! How rude! “Boo!” He called again, jumping from one person to another before finally jumping off of the closest person to him to land on top of the head of the moogle suited actor. He jumped to the ground, looking up at the guy. “Fake moogle! Rip-off artist!” he whined, kicking the actor in the shin. With that, he secured his back and darted away down the street. Behind him, lying on the top of Lowell’s head was a letter - delivery successful.
As he got away from the theater district he just started walking, grumbling under his breath (which really just sounded like a whisper) about how some people were so rude, and that moogles were absolutely not a costume. All of the sudden he stopped sighing. The work of a courier was often lonely. He didn’t often travel with other people and for that matter getting around was slow. He walked over to a bench and sat down for a while, putting his bag next to him.
He was too sad for chocolate but as he sat there he pulled some papers out, looking through different flyers for various businesses across the world. One of them in particular caught his eye, mentioning something about pets, danger, companions, and not being easy. Though the only word he really paid any attention to was ‘companion’ since he was feeling awfully lonely. Lucky for him the place was in Lindblum just like he was! With a sniffle, the blue pom-pommed moogle jumped from the bench and slung his bag over his shoulder. He turned down several streets, until finally coming across the shop advertised on the flyer. He opened the door and waddled inside.
As you look around you see all kinds of small animals. However, when you look to the counter you see a young girl with shoulder length purple hair, well, the person looked like a girl. When the young boy/girl, saw you a big beaming smile appeared. He/she walked over to you with the smile on his face. The smile may make you remember the young thief Gareth.
”Welcome, the owner is away at the moment, but maybe I can help you.”
From the voice, which seemed a little weird coming from such an feminine looking face it was also clear that the young person in front of you was a young man. Even though it was still a little high, the voice was that of a boy’s. All of a sudden a shocked looked came on his face as he remembered something. He bowed deeply his long, purple bangs hanging from his head. He looks up and smile again,
”Oh please forgive me, my name is Vincent Belren, I’m new here, oh, and welcome to the shop.”
Post by Marko the Moogle on Nov 15, 2012 3:45:53 GMT
As he walked into the building, Marko may have seemed a little sad. When the boy greeted him Marko instantly became one of the happiest little things ever. He looked up toward the person and smiled. “Hi I’m Marko!” he said rather loudly, as was his custom. Some people had trouble hearing him since they were so tall and he was so…not. He chuckled a bit, before holding his hand out in a friendly greeting to shake Vincent’s. He looked at the boy, starting intently at the smile and his face in general. “You know you look like the guy that stole some of my mail” he said rather frankly, looking off to the side. “Oh well, too late now!” Marko’s smile never seemed to have an end.
After a moment the moogle sighed, going back to a slightly melancholy mood. “So um, do you know where I could find somewhere to get a friend? Travelling all over the place is really fun and everything, but it gets really lonely and I don’t have anyone to travel with.” He paused. “But I had this flyer” he told Vincent, reaching into his bag to pull out the shop’s advertisement. “And I was here, so here I am!”
When you mentioned a young thief taking some mail from you it did not seem like he reacted, however, he knew exactly who you meant. However, despite knowing, the fact he did not say anything or even react, you may find this a tad suspicious. Never the less he kept smiling. However he did say something,
”It’s a pleasure to meet you Marko.”
Then you handed him the flyer and he happily took it. He looked at it for a moment or two before smiling a bit more. He looked at you with the smile on his face. Getting a closer look at the young, feminine looking boy, you may notice that he looked like a younger version of the thief mentioned before, but it was not that obvious. He stood there smiling as he spoke,
”Ah yes, the competition, please, come this way. Before we can start I have a few forms for you to fill out. There simply stating, you will not hold us responsible for injury or fatality, since, as it says on the flyer, this competition can be dangerous.”
With that said he walked over to the counter and pulled out a small pile of papers. There were about ten sheets in total. The contracts simply were stating what he had said, that you will not hold them responsible for injury or fatality. Along with that just some questionnaires about why you were entering, as well as an entry form.
”The questionnaires can be filled out at your pleasure, but the others must be filled out before we can start.”
Post by Marko the Moogle on Nov 15, 2012 19:20:13 GMT
“Psh I’ll be fine” stated Marko, waving his hand in the air toward Vincent. “So I’ll sign!” He kind of hopped over to the main counter that the boy had gone to, taking the pen before ‘carefully reading’ over the contracts. Now, Marko was not the best reader on the planet - it showed by his constantly getting lost and confusing some words for other words when delivering mail. That and he still didn’t quite understand the meaning of the word priority.
“So why is it so dangerous?” he asked as he signed away, scribbling his name down on each place he was told to. “But it sounds like fun anyway.” He giggled slightly as he finished the last signature. He put the pen down and looked at the boy, still smiling. “I’m lookin forward to it, ‘cause I get lonely delivering mail. It’s no fun if you gotta travel all over the place and have no one to talk to.”
He stopped with a sigh, pulling a map out of his bag to unfurl it. The map didn’t look like a map really unless you closed your eyes. He started pointing places out. “So I’ve been to all of these places, but this one and this one” he told Vincent, pointing two cities out “are the only ones where I had anyone travelling with me.”
Vincent stood there with a smile on his face as he watched you signing the paperwork. When you were done he looked at the papers for a second or two before filing them away. However, he suddenly realised that you had asked him a question and he turned around and smiled before answering,
”Well Mr Marko, the competition involves you catching the Chocobo in its natural environment; however, fiends have been known to see this as a chance to attack. We will have a guard in standby, just in case, but, there is a chance you could get seriously harmed or worse. However, first things first, to pick your Chocobo.”
With that he bowed and pointed to a side door. After a few seconds he stood up straight and went through the door he had pointed out. When you got through it seemed a little strange, as the shop had seemed to turn into a stable, full of Chocobo. There were all kinds, some small, some large, some in different colours. There were pink ones, yellow ones, blue ones, one was even a little scary with black feathers and red eyes. Vincent turned around and smiled,
”Choose wisely Mr Marko, for the one you pick may be the one you travel with for a long time.”
Post by Marko the Moogle on Nov 20, 2012 7:01:28 GMT
Marko followed Vincent quickly enough, gazing around in awe at all of the different colors and sizes of chocobo. He turned to face the other young person and smiled. “So I just get to pick one?” he wondered outloud, before turning to walk a bit further into the chocobo stable to get a better look around. “Okay…”
The moogle walked first to an average sized regular old yellow chocobo. He looked up to it and the rather large bird looked back. Marko stared for a moment, before without warning the oversized chicken leaned down and attempted to eat Marko’s blue pompom. With a little flailing and thrashing about he was released and he crouched down on the ground, holding onto his pompom while glaring at the chocobo. “Not that one!” he whined.
The next one he approached was a bright red chocobo. He looked at this one and jumped up onto the door that kept the chocobo in their pens. He leaned forward and watched the bird for a moment. “No…not this one either…” he mumbled, moving on to another one across the room. This one was a pale green. “No I don’t like green…” he stated, wandering about the room from pen to pen. He finally came to a stop in front of the black chocobo and had a staredown with it. After a moment he just kind of backed away, sweat on his brow. “…That one’s scary” he told Vincent, looking away from the black one.
As he looked away, his eyes settled on a rather large white chocobo. His eyes lit up and he almost immediately darted over to it. He watched the bird for a while and had a huge grin on his face. He turned to Vincent and pointed at the chocobo. “That one!”
When you went around picking which Chocobo you wanted Vincent stood there waiting for you to make your choice. When you commented on the fact the smallish, black Chocobo was scary he could not help but chuckle a bit, his laugh not helping his femininity over masculinity ratio. However, you finally saw the one you wanted and Vincent nodded.
After a few seconds he raised his arm in the air and clicked his fingers. All of a sudden you, the White Chocobo and himself were in the middle of a field. It seemed the young boy had an interesting skill. He walked up to the Chocobo and ran his hand over her feathers before whispering to the bird. The Chocobo cawed and looked at you before running. Vincent then turned to you with a smile on his face,
Post by Marko the Moogle on Nov 20, 2012 18:09:32 GMT
Marko smiled though gave a rather excited gasp when the scenery around him suddenly changed into an open field. He blinked, laughing a bit. “Cool!” he exclaimed, starting to walk toward Vincent. He listened to the boy speak and couldn’t help but chuckle at the unique ability. “Okay Vincent!” He kept grinning. He watched the boy speak to the chocobo and as it suddenly ran off he was taken by a great deal of surprise.
When Vincent named the game Marko’s eyes went wide and he jumped high into the air. “OH! Okay!” He gave a rather loud laugh and darted off after the chocobo. “Okay catch the chocobo Marko…this should be easy!” He landed from his jump and darted off after the large bird, kicking up a dust cloud as he moved. He half ran, half bounced after the white chocobo while he called for it to stop.
“Chocobo! Come back here!” he cried in vain, the bird wasn’t likely to stop. He whined and just kept running, moving really fast for his tiny little legs.
As the Chocobo was running around it cawed loudly. It looked like it was about to run into the forest when you told it to stop, and it did. He stopped for a few seconds before running, straight at you. It ran as fast as it could and it looked like it was about to hit you head on when it jumped over you.
When it jumped over you it revealed why it was running towards you. It was in fact running away from two Goblins which saw you and smiled and run at you. One jumped over you and cut you off and the stood there waiting for you to make you move. It seemed there was only one option, fight the Goblins, as it seemed the Chocobo had stopped and stood behind Vincent.
Post by Marko the Moogle on Nov 21, 2012 17:56:58 GMT
“Wait, Chocobo don’t!” He was about to say don’t run over me when the white bird jumped. He was easily trampled (in fact it had happened several times before, though he never liked talking about it. It made him feel smaller than he actually was. Though he turned and followed the chocobo’s trail as the large bird tried to hide behind the rather small boy that was Vincent. Marko blinked, absolutely confused. When he heard the sounds of the goblins, he jumped quickly dropping into a semi-polished martial arts stance.
“Buncha jerkface goblins attacking a poor chocobo!” he yelled at them, cracking his tiny knuckles as he prepared for a fight. He smiled and gave a statement, though It seemed extremely out of place given that he was in the middle of a battle. “Chocobo darts through field!” The moogle glowed green with magical energy, his movements becoming instantly faster than they had been.
He didn’t feel like wasting any time, in fact this was the most serious he looked in a very long time. “How dare you go to attack a chocobo!” he yelled at the fiends. He jumped toward the one that had cut him off, spinning through the air with a roundhouse kick aimed right at the goblin’s face. “Twister hits house!” He dropped to the ground and flipped up backward aiming his foot right for the goblins stomach. “Monkey Flip!” As he landed, he watched the goblin carefully to see what damage he had done.
Abilities: Goblin Punch (10 Base Damage / May Confuse)
Magic: Slow
One of the Goblins fell to its knees and then to one side from your onslaught. It seemed to be weak, well, weaker than you. It did not take the other long to back up a couple of steps before gathering his courage and went to attack himself. As he rushed at you he jumped into the air and brought down his blade on you before bringing it around for a secondary attack, slashing at your shoulder. He stepped back, hoping that would be enough to fall you.
Action 1: Basic Attack (Deals 125 damage) (25 After Def) Action 2: Basic Attack (Deals 125 damage) (25 After Def) Total Damage Dealt (50)
Post by Marko the Moogle on Nov 22, 2012 13:24:00 GMT
Marko’s focus had narrowed down to the final goblin. As the first one fell the moogle turned to watch the second, and as the blade came down the first time the moogle held his hands out and clapped them on the sides of the goblin weapon before directing the blade off to his side, to avoid it. “Tortoise shell deflect!” He let go of the blade and jumped backward, but then up into the air with a flying kick ready to hit the goblin. “Chocobo takes flight! Chocobo pecks at greens!” As his kick landed, he jumped up into the air off of the goblin and flipped, bringing his leg down for a hopeful final blow on it's head. "Chocobo Kick!"
As you dropped the last Goblin you see a much larger shadow over you. When you turned around you could see it is the large white Chocobo. It looked at you with a tilted head before leaning its neck down to rub his head against you before giving a playful and affectionate peck. It then cawed.
When the Chocobo was doing this Vincent walked towards you both with a smile on his face. When he reached you both he looked up at the Chocobo. The Chocobo looked back and cawed at the young pet shop assistant which made Vincent chuckle. He looked at you before speaking,
”It seems that this Chocobo is thankful for you saving us, and wants to be your friend.”
Post by Marko the Moogle on Nov 27, 2012 2:18:38 GMT
“Take that you dumb goblins!” he exclaimed in victory, standing on top of one of the goblin bodies. He laughed rather dramatically though was suddenly cut off and nearly knocked over off of the goblin by the nuzzling chocobo. The little moogle laughed and only protested once with a rather loud “Hey!” when he was pecked.
It didn’t really matter. He looked up at the white chocobo and then back to Vincent as the shopkeeper’s assistant spoke. Marko’s eyes went wide and he laughed happily. “Yahoo!” he cried, jumping up into the air and onto the chocobo, wrapping his arms (or at least hugging as best he could) the large bird around the neck. “I wanna be your friend too, chocobo!” He jumped down again and looked up at the bird with a ginormous goofy grin.
He lifted his hand up toward the bird, like he was going to pet it, though his hand was way lower than the bird actually was. “I’m Marko!” The blue pom-pommed moogle couldn’t stop smiling, but suddenly thought of something and pulled his hand back, as it dove into his messenger bag to pull out a bar of chocolate. He unwrapped the candy bar and then held it out to the bird. “Do you like chocolate?”
The Chocobo cawed a took the chocolate eating the whole bar in one mouthful. It cawed again a pecked you affectionately once more. Vincent had seen this and smiled sweetly.
“It seems you have won, so my job is done, until we meet again Marko.”
He took a deep bow for a few moments before he rose again and lifted his hand into the air. With a click of his fingers he was gone. The way he disappeared was shocking so, it was like a crack of white light appeared around him before he had gone again.
”Welcome, the owner is away at the moment, but maybe I can help you.”