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Post by hope on Feb 6, 2011 17:30:26 GMT -5
Gran Pulse. Finally some place he recognized. Hope looked around carefully in case for some reason, any of the larger creatures decided to sneak up on him. He held his boomerang out in front of him just in case. His green eyes narrowed as he scanned the area. Never be too careful, at least that's what Light had always taught him. So far all he saw were a few chocobos grazing nearby and what appeared to a few cactuars causing mischief amongst themselves. At least there were no Gigantuars around. Hope shuddered slightly at the memory of the overgrown cactaur that the group had encountered once. Talk about bad memories. They had come across some powerful and frightening enemies but Gigantaur had probably been the worse and the most memorable. He shook his head and walked on. At least the Chocobos were tame enough. They didn't attack much unless they were provoked and Hope had no intention of provoking them.
After all, fighting or running away from a chocobo was not something that was fun or fun to live down.
Though...chocobos were fun to pet. From his last visit, they had liked him. Maybe...maybe if he was lucky he could pet one again. He nodded slightly to himself as he put his boomerang away. He jogged towards the small group of chocobos who raised their heads at his approach. For a moment, he swore they were going to run at him and attack but their bodies relaxed as he reached forward to pet the beak of the one closest to him. It closed its eyes before bumping its head against his cheek, enjoying the attention. Hope laughed quietly and continued to stroke the creature. It was relaxing really and that's what he needed at the moment.
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Post by Albel Nox on Feb 6, 2011 18:13:27 GMT -5
What the hell were these blasted birds? They were like oversized canaries. However, they didn't look strong, and Albel had to tend to his own wounds. He rather liked this place; it was full of strong monsters. However, he hid himself, for the time being, in a sea of chocobos because one, they weren't at all frightening and two, for some odd reason, the monsters wouldn't come near them.
his torso was a seldom wound, caused by one of those giant furry dog creatures. He assumed he attacked a mother and her children. Oh well, he thought, they were dead now. He didn't know how he managed to find bandages on a planet like this - but he did, and he now had a nicely wrapped torso. Suddenly, the chocobo next to him moved as he raised his gauntlet. Did they decide to strike?
Yes, Albel could use his useless arm as a weapon. However, then he saw that there was someone standing next tot he chocobo, on the other side of it. Was he some sort of chocobo tamer? Or did these yellow giant canaries just like people? It didn't matter. "Who are you, fool?" He didn't sense any hostility. Then again, he didn't look like he even realized he was there.
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Post by hope on Feb 8, 2011 1:21:07 GMT -5
Being animals were comforting. It always was. Hope closed his eyes as he stroke the feathers of the large bird. It cooed at him and nipped at his hair, tugging on the silver locks playfully. Though it hurt slightly. With that, Hope let out a quiet yelp before laughing softly at the bird's antics. It just wanted attention after all. He smiled gently and reached up the feathers on the top of its head. "You like that?" he asked the bird gently before laughing quietly. He was talking to a bird. Hope really was lonely after all. After all, how many fourteen year olds were on their own and alone? Quietly, Hope leaned forward and rested his forehead against the chocobo's neck and it let him. It cooed softly at him and ruffled its wings before nudging Hope again. He smiled slightly. "Animals really do absorb our more negative emotions huh...? he murmured to himself. With a quiet sigh, his shoulders sagged.
That was until he heard a rough voice behind him. He almost jumped but his shoulders tensed as he slowly turned around to stare at the person behind him. His eyes widened and for a moment, Hope was afraid he was going to do something embarrassing out of fear but after a moment he was able to control himself.
"I..I'm H..Hope. Hope E..Estheim. Who are you?" That was when he noticed the stranger was injured. "What happened?" he asked quickly as he began digging in his pockets and the side bag of his for bandages or something. |
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Post by Albel Nox on Feb 8, 2011 1:42:25 GMT -5
Hah. The fool even jumped like Fayt. He was a bit younger than him though, not fully matured, but he was kind of like Fayt in a way. Hope, huh? Fayt and Hope...it was a strange combination and Albel let the thoughts pass him by. "Albel." Albel saw no harm in this kid. Actually, the chocobos seemed to be more of a threatening animal than he was.
What was he doing in that pack of his he had no idea. But he didn't need anyone's concern. "Fighting a few monsters here and there. Believe me boy, I've suffered worse." He didn't know what the boy was still looking for, though. But he certainly thought he wanted to do something about his already bandaged wound, no matter how rough it was.
He felt like stabbed at the boy, slightly, because he could. But also, because that's what he did to Fayt that night. That sounded wrong, and Albel quickly swept it from his mind. But...he didn't want to startle the boy. He seemed...too innocent? That wasn't the word. Two naive and weak for Albel to bother with. Just like that Yuna girl.
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Post by hope on Feb 10, 2011 0:11:49 GMT -5
Hope smiled slightly when Albel introduced himself. "Albel? That's an interesting name," he admitted gently. He was slowly getting frustrated. He knew he had some supplies with him. For a moment he paused before digging into a different pocket of his small pack again. Aha! There were the bandages he was looking for. He pulled out the roll and held it in one hand while looking for other supplies in the other.
"I have supplies to tend wounds if you don't mind me touching you. I'm pretty good at it after all." Even at Hope's young age he was able to tend wounds well for when there were no motions or when he was too exhausted to cast a simple Cure spell in order to heal. He didn't always like to use spells in front of people though. It felt...awkward and personal to him for some reason. Before, when the mark of the l'Cie was still apparent on his arm, it was a curse to be able to use magic of any sorts. It alienated him.
He wound the bands carefully up as he turned back to look at Albel. "I can at least dress your wounds for now...if that's okay." |
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Post by Albel Nox on Feb 10, 2011 1:21:12 GMT -5
Ugh, this weakling. He knows Albel could kill him at any time and yet he still is talking to him? What an imbecile. Even Fayt had a little more common sense than that. Now that he thought about it, Fayt had less common sense than this boy. Albel stiffened when he saw the bandages. Why did the boy feel like he needed to bandage the man? Why did Albel the Wicked need help?
Albel just stared at the young fool, almost dumbfounded, as he picked up the bandages and asked him if it was alright. Albel thought about his answer but not a single harmful thing he could say would make all the difference in the world. If Hope was just like Fayt, he would be stubborn and dress the wound anyways. Besides, it wouldn't hurt to let the kid feel useful.
Maybe he was growing soft, Albel thought to himself."Fine with me, fool." Albel finally murmured out. He didn't know why he allowed the boy to dress his wounds. Ahh well, he'd let the boy dress them anyways, despite how much he didn't want him too. He was growing soft around these weaklings, it seems.
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Post by hope on Feb 19, 2011 17:03:55 GMT -5
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Post by Albel Nox on Feb 19, 2011 17:45:54 GMT -5
Albel never really cared for reaction about his insults. In fact, he didn't care much for insults to begin with. Fool started out strong, but after awhile, it got embedded into his speech, or rather, conversation, along with maggot and worm. He was positive it annoyed most people, even ruffled their feathers a little depending on how much pride they had.
No one liked being called a fool, after all. It took the boy awhile, not surprising, to dress his wounds. The kid kept wandering from Fayt to someone he didn't know. It was strange, but it made sense. No one could be like Fayt. Albel quickly moved away from his thoughts as the boy asked him what happened. Albel cracked a smirk before he answered Hope.
"It's been awhile since I last stained my sword with blood. No harm with massacring a few monsters." It was the truth - somewhat. He would never admit to anyone about training. "Let's just say I angered a family and wound up here." Albel said. At least he dropped the insults, for now anyways.
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