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01 March 2009 @ 11:32 pm
srsplot - Chapter One  
author's note;; yes, finally, chapter one 8D haha<3 the rest will come soon. Next chapter will star the next party, I promise. Beware of OOC-ness, I didn't get the descriptions in until later. xD;; other than that, enjoy. <3



“But, Hauuuuuuuuul! Your name is just so… epic! Don’t change it when you get married to Sunneth!” It was a simple whine, but yet a pestering one, and a giggling one, that broke the almost silent sounds of birds chirping in the morn.

“I didn’t,” came the simple reply amid the sound of clanging armor.

Silence.

“Um…” said the armor-clad individual, “I’ll wait for you to get that tense, Flanz.”

More silence, until bluebirds chirped.

And then came the squeal. A deafening squeal, especially to those unfortunate to be in the same party as a rabid Objection!shipping shipper.

“OMIGODOMIGODOMIGODOMIGOD YOU GUYS GOT MARRIED!?” said Fallenpebble, her shriek becoming ever louder every moment. “WHEN WAS IT WHEN WAS THE HONEYMOON WHY WASN’T I INVITED HOW LONG AGO WAS IT CAN I COME TO YOUR ANNIVERSERY—” she paused, taking a breath—“I NEVER BOUGHT YOU A PRESENT I NEED TO DO YOU WANT MATCHING PIKMIN OR SOMETHING THOSE THINGS ARE EPIC I HAVE A NEIGHBOR WHO HAS SEVERAL IN FACT THEY’RE QUITE NICE BUT THEY’RE EXPENSIVE BUT IF IT’S FOR YOU TWO I CAN GET THEM I CAN GET AS MANY AS YOU WISH—“

“FUHPUH,” a girl walking beside the warrior Hail shouted among Fallenpebble’s screeches, “a Pikmin would be epic, but SHUT. UP.” She stopped for a minute, her eyes blinking, and took a sip of hot chocolate from a cup she held in her hands; it read SUNNETH: the reason Hail gets up in the morning.

“Hey, where’d you get that?” Hail muttered to Sunneth.

“My inventory, silly. I’ve had it ever since we passed Kokoatown.” She laced her fingers around the cup, her white cleric robe with red trim falling over her wrists as she placed the cup to her lips.

“Sunf give me some.”

“No, it’s mine,” Sunneth answered, smiling, as she moved the cup away from Hail. A bit of the drink spilled and landed on the grass below them.

“Sunnnnnf, you know those stupid peddlers wouldn’t give me any,” the warrior frowned. “They only let you have some because—“

Sunneth clasped her hand over Hail’s mouth, but she was a second too late, before Fallenpebble started exploding with excitement again. “BECAUSE YOU WERE SUCH A CUTE COUPLE RIGHT OH WAIT I SHOULD KNOW I WAS THERE AFTER ALL I WAS THE ONE THAT SAID YOU GUYS WERE GETTING MARRIED AND—“

With perfect aim and perfect timing, something that resembled a single white fluff ball landed on Fallenpebble’s head. She moved her hand up to inspect it, amazingly shutting her mouth in the process.

“SHADOW!”

“SHNINJA!”

“I’m just on time, aren’t I?” said a figure that was obscured in blackness by the sun looming straight ahead. She walked forward a bit, and moved a bow that was in her hands up to strike again.

“No, wait, I get the point!” Fallenpebble cried. She pulled the object from her hair, and held it out; it was a single marshmallow, but accidentally melted from the rising sun.

The figure moved forward at a faster rate now, before she could be clearly outlined as Shadowsoul, the archer. She was quickly followed by the resident mage of the team, Thorn.

As she stepped to the front of the pair, Thorn’s gray mage robe flowed behind her. “Hey,” she said, “there’s a town up ahead. I think it’s called Alussa… don’t quote me on that, though.” The mage paused to push her glasses on her nose with her index finger.

“Alussa? What kind of a name is that? Isn’t it Alussatown, or Alussa City or something?” Sunneth inquired.

“As I said, don’t quote me on that.” Thorn turned around and motioned for Shadowsoul to step in front of her.

“Yeah,” Shadowsoul said, walking forward, “it’s Alussa, just Alussa. I know, it’s way different from all the other towns we’ve visited.” She held her bow in her hand, but not in strike position; instead, it was resting at her side.

Hail turned and noticed the new arrivals. “You said there was a town up ahead?” she asked. “We need some items, do you mind if we stop? Oh, wait, I’m the party leader… I say we go. Let’s go!”

“But Hayuuuul,” Sunneth whined, staring at Fallenpebble—who was currently inspecting a butterfly at a rose bush near the party members—from the corner of her eye, “I can heal you if you’re hurt from your battles or something, and Fuhpuh, shut up.” She gave the latter an evil glare. Fallenpebble looked up, a sparkle in her eyes, but instantly looked down again as Sunneth dismissed her.

But Hail just waved her hand in response. “Sunf, I know that, but aren’t we running low on elixirs? And, for that matter, I think I just used our last potion, too…”

“Hayul, you really need to stop hurting yourself!” Sunneth scolded. “I haven’t learned Life yet, Hayul, I can’t bring you back to life. And Phoenix Downs don’t grow on trees, you know.”

“No, but they grow on phoenixes.”

---


A short time later, the team arrived at a large gate that read ALUSSA in large, flowing letters.

“Alright, fine, you were right, Shnin,” Hail muttered to Shadowsoul. “It’s just Alussa…”

“Uh, actually,” Thorn piped up, “that was me.” She pushed her glasses on her nose again.

“Oh, yeah, Thurrn, sorry,” Hail replied. “It doesn’t make much difference either way,” the warrior finished, with a wave of her hand. “All that matters is that we’re here, and the town has an odd name.”

Thorn shook her head. “I guess… but I’m kinda used to it. My hometown is World. Just World. I’ve always thought that all the towns with –town or –village at the end of their name were weird, and—“

Hail put her hand up to stop the mage. “It’s okay, Thurrn, we’re here, and that’s all that matters. How’s that?”

Thorn nodded in approval.

“Okay, but since we’ve been standing here doing nothing except talk about town names for ten minutes, why don’t we actually get going?” Fallenpebble complained. “I’m tired, and my feet hurt, and I need a potion and we don’t have any.”

“Fuhpuh,” Sunneth began, “I still have Heal, you know.”

“But you should only use that on Hayullllll!” the thief squealed back.

The space around them was deathly quiet.

“Did you… just use… my nickname.”

“Uh… no, I didn’t mean it, it was a nervous twitch, really, I mean nothing by it, I swear!” said Fallenpebble, putting her hands up to try to push the enraged cleric back unsuccessfully.

The cleric’s eyes were merely slits, dark red slits that had an obvious burning fire in them. “I’ll ask again, and if you actually admit it this time, maybe I’ll let you off with a warning. Did. You. Use. My. Nickname?”

Everyone in a close proximity stepped back quite far.

“No, my nickname for Hayul is Ha—“ Fallenpebble clasped her hands over her mouth with wide eyes and a very distressed face.

“I wish you’d actually admit things for once,” Sunneth muttered, smiling evilly and sighing. She clasped her pointer fingers and thumbs together, holding them up to her mouth, and chanted. “Ventus, temerarius meus dico, quod vindico qui es in nefas pars of justicia! Aero!”

In a flash, a breeze blew through, slightly lifting up the clothes of everyone in the area except for the warrior’s metal armor. Slowly but surely, the wind picked up in speed, bringing in large arcs of wind from behind the cleric, and circled her, her white robe flying around the only part of her still seeable.

Fallenpebble shivered, but she let her guard drop a little bit, not really paying attention to the magic that was being chanted to attack her.

The arcs became larger and larger, until finally they stopped circling the caster, and started moving towards the victim. The thief’s eyes grew even wider with fear.

Green, elemental-colored wind was the only thing that Fallenpebble could see any longer. She shook, and fell down in fear. Her whimpers were the only thing that the group on the outside of the entrapment could hear.

And then, in a split second, it was over; the winds retreated back towards the caster, and the thief could be seen clearly again; her eyes still wide, her clothes a bit tattered and thin now.

Hail moved over towards the fallen thief and bent down to better see her face. “You know, you really shouldn’t take nicknames from Sunf so much. How much HP do you have left?”

“U-uh… just one,” Fallenpebble muttered, badly shaken. “C-can you cast Heal on me?” she said, teary-eyed to Sunneth.

Upon hearing her name, the cleric turned, and looked down on the thief. Her hair obscured her eyes and cast a shadow on the rest of her face.

“Nevermind!” came the quick reply.

“And,” said Shinja, sighing, “we have no potions left. Come on, I guess we’re going to the inn now…”

“What, no!” protested Sunneth. “She used my nickname, she deserves to di—I mean, uh, yes.”

Hail smirked. “And you call yourself a cleric… what am I going to do with you, Sunf. And don’t you start, Flanz, I have a giant sword and I’m not afraid to use it.”

Fallenpebble looked up with a weak expression, clearly showing no intention of fangirling.

“Alright, so we’ve been standing here forever, can we go into the town now?” Thorn asked impatiently, tapping her foot on the grass. “And people are looking…”

“Since when have people not looked, Thorn?” Shadowsoul turned her head towards the mage.

“Good point,” she muttered.

Ahead in the distance was a man, a plump, bald man in something that looked like a red bathrobe. It was tied at the torso with a golden sash. He ran up to the party and smiled at them, a toothy, welcoming smile. “Welcome to Alussa!” he chirped.

“Oh, thanks, you’re so nice!” Hail smiled back and shook the man’s hand.

“Welcome to Alussa!” he said again, in the same tone.

“Uh, thanks, you’re kind…” Hail broke his grasp.

“Welcome to Alussa!”

“You-you’re starting to scare me.”

“Welcome to Alussa!”

“Um…” the warrior trailed off. She thought for a moment, the man’s stare burning into her very soul. Sighing, she said “Shnin, let me borrow an arrow.”

“For what?” the archer asked. “You aren’t planning to…”

Without waiting for a response, the warrior snatched the arrow out of Shadowsoul’s quiver that was strapped to her back. “Hey!” she cried, trying unsuccessfully to grab it back.

A split second went by, Hail’s eyes blank and staring at the man; he didn’t even seem to blink. And then, all of a sudden, Hail thrust the arrow forward straight into his forehead with a light push.

“W-what did you just do to him!?” Shadowsoul cried.

“Welcome to Alussa!”

“…he’s fine, come on, let’s go,” answered Hail, cursing him under her breath.

The rest of the party sighed and followed the team leader, struggling to catch up with her long stride.

After following the dirt path that Greeter Guy had been blocking for a bit, the team found themselves square in the sight of a woman with long black hair and a green dress that looked awfully generic. “Hello!” she called.

“Oh no. Guys, run away!” Thorn cried.

“I heard that a group of travelers had entered our town. I hope you have a nice stay.” She smiled, her teeth perfectly white.

Thorn was taken aback. “Wait, you’re saying something else? That guy up there didn’t…” She pointed to Greeter Guy, who was still waiting at the front for someone else to harass.

“Oh, him? Don’t mind him, he’s just Greeter Guy. He greets everyone. We’re not really sure where he came from either.”

The party audibly exhaled.

Thorn spoke up again. “Is there anything else you can tell us?”

“Hello! I heard that a group of travelers had entered our town. I hope you have a nice stay.”

“…this place is really starting to scare me.”

---


After buying potions, elixirs, and tents, the team of five walked into the building marked ‘Alussa Inn’, which was clearly made on the spot with flimsy wood. As soon as the door was pushed open, a clearly foreign man sat at the counter, his hands clasped in prayer position and an odd large and round hat on his head. For some odd reason, he seemed to have an obsession with moving his hands back and forth in front of himself.

“Uh, hi… we’re interested in getting a room and don’t you start, Fuhpuh,” Sunneth said to the Innmaster, but shooting a look at Fallenpebble. “Are there… any available?”

“Yes,” the man said, in an expected accent, “there rooms available. But,” he said, looking over the grand total of five people in the party, “there only four beds. Okay?”

Hail gave a glare towards Fallenpebble, who was almost unable to hold her fangirling tendencies. “That’s fine,” she said, not looking up to face the man.

“Follow me,” he said, and he got up from his post and led the party through an open doorway to the left of them.

The room was laid out almost like all of the homes of the townspeople; four simple beds, with green checker-mark pattern sheets and a window in the middle that shined between two of the beds. A rug lay on the floor of the room, and small nightstands with crystal flower vases were between each of the beds.

“You can has sleep now,” the Innmaster said, moving back towards his post. “Wake up in morning, you pay five gold.” He looked back for a moment, surveying the number of people in the party again, but shrugged and walked out of the room, letting the door shut behind him.

“Thanks for telling us that,” Thorn whispered to herself. But she could barely hear herself over the screaming that the thief next to her was letting out of her mouth.

“OKAY I KNOW HOW THIS IS GOING TO BE LAYED OUT I’LL TAKE THE END BED THORN YOU TAKE THAT BED SHNINJA YOU TAKE THE NEXT BED AND HAUL AND SUNIF YOU TAKE THE LAST BED TOGETHER!~”

“NO.” The coldness of the response was increased by the unison of the aforementioned warrior and cleric.

“BUT YOU HAVE TO YOU TWO ARE MARRIED AFTER ALL AND—“

“NO, Fallenpebble, I’ll take the first bed,” Sunneth said, her voice squeaking from a mixture of embarrassment and rage, “then Thorn can have the next one, then Shadow, and finally, Hayul can have the last bed.”

“BUT THEN WHERE WILL I SLEEP—“

“CAN YOU STOP SCREAMING FOR ONE SECOND!?” Thorn screamed, her voice straining to rise over the fangirl’s.

“Everyone, quick, take your beds NOW!” Shadowsoul shouted. The four party members scrambled to take a bed, with only Fallenpebble unable to hear what Shadowsoul said.

Fallenpebble stood at the bottom of the room, on top of the rug, finally quiet. “Hey, wait a minute, why’re you all in your beds…”

“Because we’re going to sleep,” Thorn answered cheerfully. “Feel free to sleep on the rug there.”

Fallenpebble looked down. “The rug…?”

Thorn nodded back at her.

The thief bent down to touch the green and white spiral rug that laid at her feet. “Hey,” she said, “this is actually kinda… soft…” she trailed off, yawning, and promptly fell asleep on the rug on the floor.

---


Dawn flooded through the window, gently outlining the faces of the sleepers. One by one, each fluttered their eyes open until they were all awake.

“Hrm… good… morning, everyone.” Fallenpebble stretched awake on the floor.

“…that was creepy.”

“What was, Sunf?” replied Hail from the opposite side of the room, rubbing her eyes.

“…we all opened our eyes one by one, I think.”

“Ah.”

Silence. At least, until the warrior fully woke up. She rubbed her eyes some more, and opened them; and gasped.

“Uhm… guys. Please tell me that I’m still half asleep.”

Each traveler looked at the warrior with a puzzled face, until they fully woke up as well.

In the place where the flowers had been, there was grass. And where the rug that Fallenpebble was sleeping on was, there was now a patch of tulips.

“ACK! I’m sorry, flowers, I really didn’t mean it…”

Hail cleared her throat. “Isn’t there a more… important matter to attend to now? Like, that there’s no inn anymore? Or town?”


you have gained one (x1) sleep.
 
 
srsfeelings: chipperchipper
srstunes: Len Kagamine - Servant of Evil
 
 
 
fallenpebble on March 3rd, 2009 04:01 am (UTC)
YES YES YES YES YES
that was made of so much win.