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Post by Marko the Moogle on Nov 5, 2012 4:35:46 GMT
A deep breath in, and a happy sigh. The cool ocean air of Baguba Port was a welcome feeling and scent for the young courier. Marko was happy to be visiting home, if only for a few short days. He had been away for quite some time, travelling where the Mognet mail system said he was meant to go. Many of his nights were spent sleeping in trees, or at least up off the ground. He was rather small and looked like a rabbit (to some extent) which meant things tried to come around and eat him. Good thing he could defend himself - or at least well enough that the fiend gets confused and he can run away.
He sat out on the edge of the dock with his fuzzy legs hanging over the side, swinging idly back and forth. The normally loud and obnoxious moogle was silent as he munched on a snack and stared out over the waters. This was always his best thinking place. Even if the commotion from shipping and whatnot made noise, it didn’t bother Marko one bit. That was all part of the atmosphere of the town.
His messenger bag sat next to him on the wooden dock, kept close to his side. If one asked, it was so that squirrels wouldn’t get into it. Though who knew what reason he really had in that moogly head of his - maybe it was just the squirrels. Maybe it was something else.
Jace breathed in the salt air of the ocean and was relaxed by the comforts of what he considered home. The port had been busy and he had managed to work his way onto a trade vessel to get back to the Veldts for a short time. He wanted to get to the town of Zozo his home, but as he leaned on his staff he knew he was still a long way off and chartering a ride to the lawless town was out of his current price range and also not something he wanted too with a legal vessel.
If he had his own crew this wouldn't have been a problem, his own boat and he could have free roam of where he went. He leaned onto his walking stick as he walked through the crowded wooden docks. stopping as he came to a Moogle. In his life and travels he had come across a few of them, friendly and smart little creatures, and little was the key word most only stood around 3 feet if you didn't include the ears or pom pom. they were needless to say a strange race though the Vira beat them out on genetic impossibility.
Jace's yellow eyes suddenly glowed with interest when they came across the bag. Moogle mail. the always reliable ships and delivery system of the moogles had often been considered easy picking for pirates and suddenly he found himself wondering what was in that bag? his mind conjured an image of money, and goods, and suddenly he knew that he had to have the bag.
He sat down next to the Moogle his yellow eyes studying the creature for a moment he could never tell gender with their race, and eventually he decided to just speak to the moogle and see what he was up against. "Nice weather we are having isn't it?"
Post by Marko the Moogle on Nov 5, 2012 6:51:19 GMT
As he heard footsteps approach, Marko subtly pulled the bag closer to him and then went so far as to pull it into his lap. He turned his head to face the voice with a huge smile and nodded. “Hi Guy” he stated, looking right at the glowy eyes. “You’re weird” he told him rather bluntly. He held up a finger to signify for the other person to wait a moment and reached into his bag. A moment later he held out a wrapped bar of chocolate for the glowy-eyed guy. “Chocolate?” he asked, offering.
Up till now Marko had ignored the question that had been asked of him. That was one of the main reasons that the bag had made it into his lap. No one ever wanted to talk about the weather - at least not in that sort of way. “It’s nice, I like it here. It’s nice to be home, kupo.” he chatted, looking back out at the sea. He kicked his feet back and forth a little more, and swayed his head side to side, causing his blue pom-pom to sway in a more dramatic fashion.
“I don’t recognize your face, kupo. Are you just visiting the town?”
Jace tried not to stair at the bag even as the moogle held it closer, and put it closer to him by holding it in his lap. He simply gave the moogle a smile and accepted the chocolate as he said that he was weird tilting his head slightly. In truth he wasn't okay with being called odd, but if it got him closer to the bag he was more than willing to play along. "I am just passing through town, I imagine that i will be leaving on another boat soon. My work tends to make me travel a lot." He said lightly in regards to the moogle.
He played with his walking stick lightly in his hand. he wanted a little more information from the moogle and so he had plenty of reason to strike up a full conversation with the little guy. while at the same time he was trying to give very little away about himself. "My name is Jace Whats yours?" He was actually curious the odd manors of this moogle were intriguing, not that any moogle ever acted normal, they usually all made a point to be as weird as possible.
He stared at the pom pom for a moment, it was a curious thing to say the least, but he found himself oddly drawn to the way it bobbed in the air. He took a bite of the chocolate he had taken and found it filling realizing he hadn't eaten anything proper all day. "Thanks I don't really have anything to return the favor with." their was a slight admission of guilt that he didn't know why the moogle was even offering him this, kindness was just odd and out of place in his life.
Post by Marko the Moogle on Nov 6, 2012 20:19:23 GMT
“Oh it’s okay, I have enough chocolate for a while” he told Jace with a happy grin. The little creature stretched upward, lifting his arms above his head with a small sound of exertion. He held his hand out toward the glowy-eyed man with a smile. “I’m Marko” he said quickly, returning the man’s introduction. “So you come and go with the boats? That’s neat. That makes you kinda like a wave, kupo!” The blue pom-pommed moogle’s expression was rather amused while he spoke, laughing quietly under his words.
“You know another thing I really like about Baguba is that the squirrels leave me alone.” Well that comment was certainly thrown in from left field. Marko leaned toward Jace and put a hand up next to his mouth and spoke quietly, as if someone (or something) might overhear him. “Everywhere I go, the squirrels try to steal and eat my chocolate” he whispered rather dramatically (though it was more of an audible stage whisper. He sat normally again and shrugged. “I don’t really get it, but it is okay - I keep them away. He put and arm up and flexed it, placing his opposite hand on the muscle. He didn’t look like much, not that you could really tell underneath the white fur anyway.
Jace shook the hand of the moogle though it felt more like he was gripping the paw of a cat, and he listened as the creature spoke calling him a wave. He blinked unsure of what the small creature meant by that remark. yes he came and went with the tide, and he much preferred life on ships, but the fact was this moogle was talking crazy. He couldn't figure him out, and the more he talked the more he was just confused by the small furry creature, and just when he thought that he had heard the weird come out of the moogle he started talking about the squirrels.
He had thought that the world couldn't get crazier, but clearly he was wrong for the day had come when the sanity of the world had fallen, and the squirrels had clearly risen. This was a day to remember, for it was the first time he had heard of the armies of the squirrels, and it would hopefully be the last, but for a moment looking at this moogle he knew of the horrors and insanity of the chitterlings of those pests beyond the veil of time and space. he blinked his golden eyes looking at the moogle wide with sudden brilliance until the moment faded and a shot of reality crossed his face. "Wait what the fuck? Squirrels really?"
Post by Marko the Moogle on Nov 12, 2012 21:55:33 GMT
The rather young moogle just stared at Jace as it looked like the other person was imagining something. He blinked, tilting his head slightly to the side. As soon as Jace came to and said what he did Marko gasped rather dramatically and jumped to his feet, pointing accusingly at the glowy eyed mage. “Watch your language glowy-guy!” he exclaimed, turning around on the dock with his arms crossed to look out over the city. “There might be kids nearby playing!” he turned back to Jace and he looked a little…angry. “Now I know that you’re just a traveler, but you should really respect the people of a town you come to visit.” The moogle picked up his bag and let it over his shoulder, so that it rested at his side.
“I’m a little annoyed that I gave you chocolate and warned you about the squirrels now if you’re gonna use such language!” he accused. Marko looked up into the sky and sighed, shaking his head. “So inconsiderate.”
Jace blinked wondering which of his words could actually be offensive. He had spent his entire life around men and women who believed that a knife to your chest was a pleasant greeting. In Zozo town the language used was colorful at the best of times, and the end result was that curse words were just another word in his vocabulary, if he wanted to insult someone he would actually have been far more creative then dropping a word he had heard every day of his life. He gave a small shrug not directly caring to figure out who was at fault when it came to his language. "Respect is relative. Visit my home town of Zozo some day and I think you would understand the difference between the word fuck and a real insult. So I am not gonna change my vocabulary just because I am in a different town."
His eyes still lingured on the bag, but now he was starting to get the image of what was inside it. the chocolate was probably the only thing of value, and so he was starting to decide that dealing with the moogle in hopes of taking it wasn't worth it, but he would watch this one just in case.
Post by Marko the Moogle on Nov 15, 2012 3:36:25 GMT
Marko stomped his little moogle foot in frustration, sending a small puff of dust and dirt out from under it. He huffed angrily, and if he weren’t so darn cute he may just have been a bit intimidating. After his mini-tantrum, he grumbled and stared right at the pirate. “Okay Mr. Wave-guy, I don’t care how you talk but others in Baguba might be a little mad if you just walk around spouting off any word you feel like spouting and now I’m making you sound like a whale instead of a wave.” He grinned devilishly, starting to crack up laughing. “You know ‘cause I keep saying spouting.” Marko fell backwards, rolling around slightly while he laughed - maybe even a bit too much.
In the small creature’s defense, he had imagined the rather comical image of a black and green whale with yellow lasers for eyes all while an ocean of words that would make some people blush spouted out of the blowhole.
As he rolled, he kept moving dangerously close to the edge before finally rolling over. With a very surprised yelp, he held his hand out to grab the side of the dock so he didn’t fall into the water.
Jace's eyes visibly twitched as the moogle laughed at his own joke. as the moogle seemed to roll off the side his eyes widened. he watched the small creature roll of the dock and thought that this might teach the annoying creature a lesson of humility. as he held onto the side of the dock Jace reached down placing his hand over the soft fur of the moogles paw, the creature was small and probably wouldn't have weighed much, even Jace's pathetic strength would have been enough to pull the creature up, but the thought crossed his mind that he didn't really want to save this small creature.
It would teach him a good lesson to not laugh at people that was for sure. "The problem with whales, is they tend to have a poor grip." as he spoke he tossed the creature throwing the small moogles hand from the dock and towards the water.
Standing up he realized that the bag had been tossed with the creature, but at this point it didn't matter what ever he was delivering was no where near worth the amount of effort he had so far put into talking to this creature. He never thought he would meet a local that would make him miss the cut throats of Zozo, but this annoying creature had done just that in record time. He stretched as watched, waiting too see if moogles could swim.
Post by Marko the Moogle on Nov 20, 2012 6:00:28 GMT
“You’re a jerk!” Marko called, as he was suddenly flung from the wooden dock flailing through the air. Through maneuvering only capable of a somewhat skilled martial artist, the small moogle spun, tossing his bag high into the sky and in an arc in the general direction of the dock, but it didn’t seem like the courier bag was going to come down any time soon. The force of the throw caused him to drop into the water with a rather rough sounding splash. He didn’t immediately resurface - in fact he didn’t resurface at all in the spot where he had dropped.
Several seconds later his pompom appeared on the other side of the dock - bobbing on top of the water before he jumped from his submerged position onto the dock. “That was NOT cool glowy guy!” he yelled, pointing right at Jace. He stepped to the side, and started to bounce back and forth in place, though his movements seemed sped up - even faster than he normally had moved.
“I’ve got a special delivery for you guy!” he stated, jumping from the wood into the air while performing a rather graceful front flip. “It’s pain!” He extended his leg, aiming to bring the kick down on the top of Jace’s head. “Flipped coin lands on head!” he called, his destination clear. Just from looking at him, no one would think that the little moogle would do much damage. That is of course until you get hit by him.
Jace burst into a fit of laughter looking at the drowned moogle, was he serious? he looked to come up to Jace's thigh He didn't even move, when the moogle prepared to attack he just continued his laughter at the crazy of the situation. What was the worst this little creature could do? and as if he couldn't laugh any harder he heard the name Marko gave his technique, Jace's laughter was renewed right up untill the small paw of the moogle struck jace, and suddenly all laughter and joy in the situation was gone, suddenly Jace's head was against the hard wood of the dock.
He caughed and sputtered his world becoming all kinds of pain as he blacked out, the kick tearing through the weaker blackmages body. Jace's body was slump, with more then half his body hanging off the dock Jace slowly started to slide off of the dock and into the ocean. unconscious and thus unable to swim Jace's body hit the cold water and began to sink becoming dead weight in the water.
Post by Marko the Moogle on Nov 29, 2012 1:53:17 GMT
Marko landed after a backflip on the dock with his arms crossed and his eyes closed. He of course heard the thud of Jace onto the dock but didn’t think the larger person would end up sliding off of the dock. He turned around and shook his head. “Guy, you’re funny. Don’t underestimate a moogle with a blue pom-pom.” He huffed and slowly started to walk away, catching his bag as it fell right where he stood. He slung it over his shoulder in a rather annoyed fashion. When he got no response from the glowy eyed man he turned around just in time to see Jace start to slide off of the dock.
“Oh come on!” he yelled, definitely frustrated at the whole situation. His pom-pom hung down near next to his head since he was still wet. He threw his bag onto the ground and darted over toward Jace, catching his foot before he could completely fall off of the dock. You had to admit, Marko moved quickly. He planted his tiny feet and pulled with all his moogly might, trying to get the human back up onto the dock. “Alright glowy-guy, you’re so gonna owe me after this ‘cause I’m saving you even after you tried to drown me…” he grumbled, even though he knew there was no way that Jace could hear him.
