Well, I am still rather disappointed with my second chapter but it was needed... stupid seriousness. It my remaining chapters, I will do my best to keep this story as non-serious as possible >_> The only other thing I can add is when I use meseta in the story, the exchange rate is 1 to 1 to keep things simple. This is the second last chapter. Last one is going to be rather long. I appreciate any comments
*EDIT* Coffee, tell me if I am right or not. By saying my character's are idosyncratic, you mean they are peculiar and out of character for the stereotypes they protray? I am not fully sure about the meaning
The Legend of the White Delesaber
"I'm still hungry. . ."
"Meh, have this."
Gem tosses Cap a green box, which is opened as fast as it was received dropping out a small quadratic bar. "A Monomate©? These things taste terrible!" With a slightly amused look, Gem comments, "It fills you up and cures pain." Although Gem is right about the foods ability to satisfy hunger while dulling pain, it remains a flavorless rectangular bar with a bitter taste, leaving a dry, pasty feeling in your mouth.
"Why don't you
have a Monomate©?"
"Well, I already ate. Those things taste terrible anyway!"
Gem begins to laugh while Cap slowly chews his Monomate© in disgust, making slight cringes with every bite. By the time the last agonizing bite of the near intolerable energy bar is swallowed, the pair have arrived back at Gem's apartment. The instant after Gem unlocks her apartment door, Cap dashes inside, desperately looking for something. . . "Cap, what the Hell are you doing?"
Before she can get an answer, her roomie dumps the contents of her cookie jar all over the counter and is piling them into his mouth.
"They really don't taste that bad---" Upon saying this, Gem has a flashback of the bars actual taste, shuddering at the mere thought. Without hesitation, she runs over by Cap, grabbing the only cure for the memory. . . a cookie. While her friend continues to devour every cookie in sight, Gem slowly holds up each cookie while her face retains a slightly paranoid look.
The cookie jar's content barely endures a few minutes of this abuse before it's supply depleted. That is really no problem for our friends who seem rather filled up, satisfied, and ridded of the God-awful taste that is a 'Mate.
“Ok, we have on more thing to do.”
“Yeah, let’s get to it.”
Although their run through the Forest was rather short, they gained a fairly sizable amount of items. Consisting mainly of old weapons and armor, it still has some monetary value. With this fact in mind, Gem and Cap head off to the shops to pawn off their findings.
* * * *
Every item is put up for the shopkeeper, leaving the pair with a very
strong anger at the ‘keeper’s offer. “All this crap is only worth 83
“Hey, hey, hey! Take it or leave it!”
With a downcast expression, Gem hands over the items and receives the meager reward. “You didn’t even count this Hildblue head!”
“That thing? It ain’t worth nothin’. Although there is a guy who pays for that kinda stu---“
In unison, Cap and Gem yell: “Where!?”
“Whoa! I don’t know where but his name’s Montague.”
Gem’s face shows some excitement as she speaks, “Dr. Montague? The man who creates weapons from monster body parts?”
Cap on the other hand is trying to recover any bit of information about the doctor. “Isn’t he that Fonewm guy with the freaky android that attracts Mags?”
Before an answer can be provided, Gem grabs Cap’s hand and begins dragging him. “Yo, where the Hell are we going?”
“Montague is at the Principal’s office today! We could reach him!”
“Oh, well who cares. . . wait, he pays
for this Hildblue head!”
It takes only a few minutes to reach the Principal’s office from their recent location in the shops. Upon arrival, Dr. Montague is sitting in a chair chatting with one of Tyrell’s secretaries. Montague, who has sited the pair, decides to speak first.
“Heh, Good evening! Allow me to introduce myself, I am---“
“Dr. Montague, one of Pioneer 2’s greatest minds! It’s an honor to meet you!” Gem blurts out in excitement.
“Yeah, an honor.” Cap says dejectedly.
“You appear to have been in a, heh he, hurry to get here so what is it that you, heh heh, need?”
At the moment Montague ends his sentence, Gem whips out the Hildblue head, anticipation in her eyes. “Here!”
Montague quickly accepts the large head and begins to speak. “Amazing! These things are so hard to come by. . . but it’s a darn shame really, heh heh.”
“What?” Cap almost snaps.
“Well, this thing is looking
great but. . . well, heh.” Montague holds the head’s bottom to our friends, causing their spirits to drop. The head is completely hollow.
“I couldn’t work with this thing anyway and besides, you caught me at a rather bad time for something like this, heh heh. I’m away from my tools.”
Cap is squeezing his fist in anger while Gem looks like she is about to cry. “Although I do have a Guild mission for you if you are willing to take it. It’s for the recovery of a certain creature, heh. . .”
“Yeah? What could we even get out of it anyways?” Cap says with a hint of sarcasm.
“Heh heh, he last few teams couldn’t get it done. Couldn’t even find the creature and had some severe trouble with the enemies.”
“They were probably a bunch a newbies looking for some easy money.” Replies Cap.
“If you’re talking about easy money, it’s more than a pretty penny. The reward is 100,000 meseta.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah--- 100k for that!?
Cap says in almost disbelief. Gem’s eyes light up at the sound. “Wow! Y- you can afford that?”
“Well, heh heh, yes. I really don’t have the time to go down on Ragol and do that but by putting out the right reward, people are bound to do it for me. In fact, you two could actually do it if you wanted to. . . just head up the Hunter’s Guild and look for the mission, heh heh.”
“We would love to!” Gem shouts.
“This will be easy.” Cap states.
“I hope to see you there tomorrow, heh heh.”
Upon hearing this, the pair leaves the office in high spirits.
* * * *
“Wait a minute. . . I don’t have a section I.D.!”
“No! There has got to be some way we can get you one. . . that money.”
“Yeah, I know. . . Well, I can’t officially
register with the Hunter’s Guild. . . wait, that’s a great idea!”
“What’s your plan?”
“Things like Section I.D. s are sold on the black market. They cost a pretty penny but we’re talking 100k here.”
“Ok, but where are we going to find someone like this?”
“We should head to the Oran district, there’s a good chance we’ll find someone there.”
Without hesitation, both hunters head off to a shuttle that leads to Oran. They begin searching the streets for anyone who looks the least bit shady with little luck. Right before they give up, they see a man in a brown trench coat, duster, and sunglasses. Before they can take a step forward, the man beats them to it.
“I see you don’t have an I.D. girly man.”
“What did you---“ Gem cuts Cap off signaling this will probably be their only chance. If looks could kill. . .
“Yeah, I need one. What you got?”
The man opens the right side of his trench coat revealing a handful of Section I.D. s.
“Which would you like? I have Skyly, Greennill, Yellowboze, and Whitill. Same price for any of them.”
“And the price is---” Says Gem.
“Right! Sorry, had to.” Cap blurts.
Gem’s heart drops after hearing this while Cap is about to explode. The two huddle together and converse about the situation.
“Gem, where can we get that money?”
”Well, I do have some money saved in my bank but---“
“We aren’t going to fail this mission, and besides, after we finish it, money won’t even be an issue!”
“Yeah. . . well, I gotta run up to the bank.”
The two turn around, facing the shady man once more. “So, are you buying or not?”
“Yeah, we’re buying but we need to get the money, we’ll be back in ten minutes.”
“That’s fine but make it quick, I’m not waiting forever.”
Gem and Cap arrive at the bank, Gem withdrawing money. “This better be worth it. . . all I have in here is 1460. The small amount of money we made today is barely going to help us cover it.”
“Don’t worry Gem, we got this. Just think towards the future.”
This phrase is all Gem needs to hear as she withdraws her savings. The pair quickly head back to find the man looking at his watch. “So, did you bring the money?”
“Yeah, we brought it.”
Cap holds out the small yellow cube while the man nods. “Ok, take your pick.”
“Uh. . . I’ll take the Whitill.”
The man hands over the I.D. clip while Cap hands over the money. The man walks off without a word as do our friends. They get back on the shuttle and head straight home.
* * * *
“Damn, we got a lot done today Gem.”
“We did but now we gotta rest. Mission should be pretty tough tomorrow.”
“Nothing is too tough. But we should be rested.”
Gem heads back to her room while Cap gets out of his cloths, onto the couch and sets an alarm. . . . . .
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