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mage_hatchlings) wrote2007-07-30 03:15 am
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That Hatchling-grafittied Nexus door leads to here, and what looks like the outer door of one of the buildings in the Black Mage Village. Another door has been added next to this one to actually get to the inside of the building.
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Mr. 128 glances towards the window. "Oh. we don't get very many visitors here. People get curious." Especially when they hear just who is at the inn. "But Porom told us you needed to rest."
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"Ah." And they've probably already heard it's him. Possibly why he's here. "They'll have to get it over with sometime." :|
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Mr. 128 nods. "But Mr. 288 told them not to bother you until you felt better."
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And part of him wouldn't mind an audience... so long as he doesn't have to show how bad off he really is.
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"Someone followed us here from the Nexus looking for you. Do you know someone named Vi de Rosa?"
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He's not sure he can stay here either, but he's probably not able to walk yet.
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"She came here, so maybe she will come back?"
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He's hoping not. "If she comes back, let her in."
A glance to the window. Hello, Arashi~.
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Arashi waves hi. "Are you feeling better now?"
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"...Thank you for the help." Again. Second time they've had to do that.
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Being winged has advantages, and Arashi makes a nice landing before darting back over to the window and hanging over the sill in the opposite direction as previous, to let someone else out there know Kuja was ok and that he was awake now.
The hatchling sleeping next to Kuja finally seems to register the sound of voices, and yawns as he wakes up.
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For some reason this is funny to him, and he's trying not to smile now~. He watches the hatchling beside him, instead.
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Meanwhile, the situation at the window takes a turn for the worse when Blaze tries to fly in the open window while Arashi's still hanging half out of it.
Mr. 128 tries to intervene in the short squabble, but the end result is the larger Mage knocked on his rear, Arashi rubbing his tail-end and looking cross, and a small black toad with lavender forelegs in the middle of the floor.
"The room has a door. Idiots..." Mistral can be heard grumbling outside the window before the smallest Waltz starts walking around the building to make use of said door.
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And he's watching the Waltz and toad on the floor, still trying not to smile.
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Arashi glares at the Toaded!Blaze, who tries to escape. Poor Mr. 128 ends up with a toad on the brim of his hat.
It's just then that the rest of the flock come in, under the watch of Mr. 44, and bringing food. There's a bowl of tomato soup and a glass of milk.
Mr. 128 gets to his feet, a bit uneasy about the toaded Waltzlet on his head. He looks over to Mr. 44. "Can you get Blaze off my hat?"
Mr. 44 stares and blinks for a second, not seeing a Waltz on Mr. 128's hat. Until he notices the frog. "Oh. Arashi got mad again?" He carefully reaches for and picks up the frog, changing Blaze back as soon as he's off the other Mage's hat.
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He's about to say something... but no. Let them forget he's here.
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"We brought food."
"Are you hungry?"
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It's not like he can leave, better get a good look now. He hasn't been on his own world in so long. :o
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Mistral, however, is glaring at Arashi. "No more toads, Arashi. It's not nice."
"Hmph," seems to be Arashi's only response.
Meanwhile, Blaze seems to be enjoying the attention of being picked up and cuddled.
"Are you feeling better," a hatchling asks Kuja.
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"But not enough to leave..." They weren't here when he told the older mages that.
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"Good," one says.
"We don't want want you to leave," another one says quietly.
The larger Mages seem to be trying to ignore the Hatchlings snuggling on Kuja. The Waltzlets provide a good distraction until the squabbling is finally settled.
Then the waltzlets join the rest of the snuggling flock, leaving the larger Mages to just fidget a bit uneasily. No matter how many times they saw or heard of the hatchlings doing this, it remained a bit surreal for them.
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It feels odd to him too, especially in front of other people. Who seem to be watching him. But it's too late to push them away, and they'd only end up confused.
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