Emillion Mods (emillionmods) wrote in emillion, @ 2014-07-20 18:58:00 |
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Who: Everyone!
What: Looks like the end to the mysterious odd monsters may be closer than anyone thought...
Where: Outside and INSIDE Emillion!
When: This afternoon! (Think about 12pm!)
Rating: TBD
"Wedge..." There was a nervousness in Bigg's voice. "Yeah?" Wedge's eyes remained pointed straight ahead as their chocobo pulled cart pulled up to Emillion's gate. "Halt." Came the voice of one of the Paling guards. The carriage came to a slow, jerking stop as they pulled up beside the uniformed man. "Anything I can do for ya, sir?" Wedge spoke easily, like it was just another day, and Biggs sat there, remaining quiet as the beast - hid underneath hay and various goods in the cart behind them - twitched ever so slightly. "What business do you have in Emillion today?" "We're delivering goods to several of the shops in the Bazaar." "What kind of goods?" "Herbs, vegetables, roots, some metals we found while out digging that might be of use to the metal smiths." The guard took a moment, looking them over with consideration before another older guard came up, clamping his hand down on the younger man's shoulder. "These guys are good, they come in all the time peddling things to the vendors." As the younger guard glanced down over the length of Wedge and Biggs' cart, the older guard gave them a quick wink before stepping back and waving them on. "Move on boys, good luck selling your wares." "Thanks." Wedge said with a nod before giving a click of his tongue and snapping the reins to get the chocobo's moving again. The gates opened, letting them pass through, and Biggs' kept his cool until they were inside the city, and the beast under the tarp twitched again. "Hey, uh, Wedge." Biggs voice came out barely a whisper. "You've got more of that sleep draught, right?" "Yeah, sure." Wedge reached for his coat pocket, hand searching for what they spoke of. "Right in my-" Until his fingers pushed through a hole in the bottom of the pocket, just big enough for vials of sleep draught to have easily slipped out of. "Shit." "Whaddya mean, 'shit'?" Biggs' began to feel panic bubbling up inside of him with his frantically whispered words as there came another twitch, and a low grumble, one that if it kept going on much longer they weren't going to be able to hide things any more. "I'm out." "Whaddya mean you're out?!" Now his volume rose, and Wedge pulled back on one side of the reigns, turning the chocobo's off a main road and down an ally. "I'm out." Came the sharp retort. "We're gonna have to knock it out the hard way. Get a shovel." Glancing down the ally, Biggs saw there was no one coming and reached for the covering over the cart to peak down at the BANDERCOEURL: they had just slipped by the guards. It was still out, but at this rate, it wouldn't remain out for very long, a couple minutes if they were lucky. "Wait, wait." Biggs started patting down his own jacket. "I got an idea." Quickly his hands found the pocket in which he'd stored the whistle that Cid gave him. "Here, here, Cid said this would help us keep them in control if we ran into any problems." "What the hell are you waiting for then? Blow the fucking thing!" With that Biggs yanked the whistle out and blew on it as hard as he could manage and.... Nothing seemed to happen. "What the hell?" "It didn't work." Biggs tried blowing it again, again with no sound seeming to emerge. "It has to work. You gotta be doing it wrong." "I know how to blow a whistle, I'm not doing it wrong, it doesn't work." "Here gimmie, you're probably doing it wrong." Wedge snatched the whistle and blew as hard as he could until he was red in the cheeks as well. Unfortunately for them, the whistle Biggs had been given was one that he'd been lied to all along. As the sharp piercing sound - undetectable to hume ears - was an instant wake up call to the monster in their cart, as well as all the other beasts being snuck towards, or into, the city by other various groups at the same time. A shift of weight occurred in the cart. "Hey, knock it off." "No you knock it off." And then there was a raising in the canvas covering behind them, and a deep growl which caused the bickering between the two of them to stop, as they both swallowed hard, and simultaneously, slowly, turned to look back at the Bandercoeurl that had angrily risen behind them, and looked like it was about ready to seek its revenge.... |