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| UberKidd | Apr 28 2009, 07:24 PM Post #1 |
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Ubby-Kun!
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Our moogle sits on the steps, love lying upon fingertips. He blows a kiss. A kiss unto his hand, or what lies clutched within his small, furry palms. In opened palms, he holds sand. The latest tragedy of love for our poor moogle. He smiles, hearts floating in his eyes, as sand slowly drifts to the skies. "Why do you leave?!" The poor moogle cries, racing through the lies and taking to the skies. Of course, this movement is in vain. No matter how hard he tries, the moogle's love always dies. Laying back upon his rear, the little thing sighs. And so the story starts, with the drop of a heart. "Argghhhhh! I loved you, Sandy!" Cried the miniscule thing as he shook tiny fists in anger. With a skip, followed by a lofty hop, the Moogle was airborne. He zipped about in circles and figures, cursing all the way. "Hrmasgytogryffindorslytherin dumbleydoo!" He growled under snorts as his wings flapped rapidly, bouncing him across the sky. "What'll I do with my life now!?" He sobbed, holding his disproportioned head within microscopic hands. As he whined and flew, the poor thing did not look in the direction he was flying, and he soon collided into a large bulletin board. Made of solid wood, the unprepared moogle smacked into it with a loud yelp, and then fell to the ground. A cloud of dust rose from the moogle's twitching body as Brucer lay upon his back, looking up at the board. He readjusted his headband, seething, as he idly read a few remarks posted upon the board. One in particular caught his eye. "Ferocious guard needed -- trade caravan." It read. While Brucer admitted that he -was- indeed a ferocious guard, that wasn't what caught his eye. Like love at first sight, the picture next to the pinned advertisement took his breath away. "Hot damn! I've found love on four wheels!" The moogle cried, as if he had completely forgotten about his previous love. "A caravan... cara... Kara! A fiesty one!" The moogle cried, beginning to whistle a tune to himself as he skipped on his way, towards the advertised location of this caravan. |
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| UberKidd | Jun 28 2009, 02:34 PM Post #2 |
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Ubby-Kun!
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Tired of skipping, the Moogle took to flight, his favored form of transportation, quite quickly. His tiny wings flapped lazily as he rolled over the endless, dusty terrain of Cosmo Canyon. He soon came upon the caravan, and quickly took to humping his beloved cart. One of the travelers aboard noticed eventually, and gave the humping moogle a quizzical glare. To this, the simple warrior replied, "Hey. I just lost my girlfriend, kupo." He continued humping. And the owner of the caravan continued glaring. Eventually, it got too awkward for Brucer to continue, so he dismounted and confronted the caravan traveler. "I'm here to act as your group's guard. I saw the advertisement on the board, kupo." The little thing explained. Unfortunately, the traveler wanted to have nothing to do with the little horny bastard, and shooed him away without a word. Soon enough, the Caravan slowly crawled forwards, gaining in speed. As his love began to depart, Brucer clamped onto the back of it, intent on guarding it whether they wanted him to or not. Eventually, clamping onto the bulky vehicle grew tiring so the moogle simply flew after it, keeping pace with a leisurely glide. After a few hours of travelling, the Caravan stopped. At this point, Brucer was asleep on top of it. He awoke, startled, to some loud noises. Crawling over the edge of the Caravan's top, he saw three bandits swarm and surround the caravan. He stifled a gasp, silencing himself, as he clenched his tiny fists in preparatory anger. With a quick, "AYEEE!!" He hurled his body into the first bandit, catapulting the man back a few feet. He then bounched to the next foe, dealing a swift punch to the face. The man's nose was broken clean off, and the Moogle jumped to the final man. Once he was perched upon the evildoer's head, Brucer reached down and grabbed the dude's ears, twisting and pulling until the man's screaming threatened to deafen the moogle perpetually. He let go, and dealt a swift blow to the man's gut. The man collapsed, and Brucer was victorious. He turned around, expecting thanks from the Caravan and its denizens, but was only greeted by a cloud of smoke. Upon inspection, the people had left a small bag of coin upon the ground, as payment. With a shrug, Brucer accepted it and took to chasing down the caravan. He would catch up eventually! |
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| [-Rose-] | May 12 2011, 02:47 PM Post #3 |
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Crazy Dhampire Nekomata
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Fare thee well Children of Crisis, we will miss you |
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