Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2019 7:42:53 GMT -6
And all I really want is some peace man
A place to find a common ground
A place to find a common ground
Bartz couldn't sleep. He rolled to one side. And then to the other side. He flipped his pillow every couple of minutes. He threw his blankets off only to scoop down to pick them up off the floor. Usually when he had a proper bed to sleep in, Bartz was able to fall asleep in seconds and sleep like the dead, but tonight his mind wouldn't stop racing. He was going to be looking for Boko tomorrow, and all the roadblocks in the world wouldn't be able to stop him. The problem was that he wouldn't be alone. No, there would be Faris and Krile tagging along as well. It wouldn't be so bad having extra help, but he just knew that they would keep trying to nag at him about this or that or "The Bartz I knew" and he was already sick of it.
Bartz stood deciding that sleep just wasn't going to be happening anytime soon. He paced across the creaky wooden floor fretting the morning to come. Boko had gone off on adventures before, so it wasn't like the loneliness would have bothered him much if he just slipped away. But no, he'd made a promise to at least hear them out via Boko. As he paced, he noticed the lump gil on the dresser. The fistful Faris had given him had been more than enough to pay for the room. The thought hit him quickly and he decided it was better than pacing the room all night. "If they were ill gotten," Bartz murmured to himself as he palmed the gil, "then he shouldn't be mad if they're ill spent." With the money in hand, Bartz made his way down to the tavern making sure to creep past Faris and Krile's room
One shot was down before he even hit the seat. The whiskey burned in its pleasurable way as he ordered one on the rocks. Bartz looked around the desolate bar marking who was sitting round. Aside from a woman asleep in the corner it seemed as though it was just him and bartender. Bartz quickly sipped his first drink before ordering a second. He just couldn't wrap his mind around the idea. Why would he have become friends with them, and even more ridiculously why would we have been chosen to save the world. Hadn't he adamantly told himself he didn't need other people after dad died. That was another drink sank. He'd accidentally opened up his emotional baggage and he needed to close it quick, so he ordered a few more shots
Bartz was lit as he stood up from the barstool knocking it over in the process. "Who did that?" he questioned as he picked it up and sat it upright. He left more than enough gil on the counter. He looked at the bartender and gave a thumbs up. "If Ffff Farel Faris comes looking just tell 'em I'm takin' a walk. I'll be back." With that he swayed his way out of the bar and out onto the street
It was raining and Bartz shivered against the raindrops as he stepped outside. Night had fallen but he couldn't tell what time as the sky was as clouded as his mind at the moment. The smell of the fresh rain was invigorating and he stretched closing his eyes as the rain flattened his usually wild hair. He opened them again and could not remember how he had made his way to the other side of the city's gate. Didn't matter to him, out here there wouldn't be anyone telling him who or what to be. Bartz picked up his crystal shard and looked at it. "Why don't you go and pick on someone else to be a hero you dumb rocky rock," he yelled before ripping off the necklace and throwing it.
Bartz immediately regretted this decision and started to cry. "I'm sorry," he dropped to his knees and the squelch noise of the mud was more than enough to sicken him into nausea. A couple minutes later Bartz was spent as he held his stomach somehow still nauseous and extremely hungry. "Hey rock, can you make me a chef so i can make some food?" Bartz began to crawl to where he thought he had thrown the crystal before finding it half buried in the mud. He shouted in excitement as he held the crystal a loft but something was wrong. It was flickering wildly with light. "What's up buddy?" Bartz stared at it puzzled as didn't hear or see what the crystal was trying to warn him about.
Bartz stood deciding that sleep just wasn't going to be happening anytime soon. He paced across the creaky wooden floor fretting the morning to come. Boko had gone off on adventures before, so it wasn't like the loneliness would have bothered him much if he just slipped away. But no, he'd made a promise to at least hear them out via Boko. As he paced, he noticed the lump gil on the dresser. The fistful Faris had given him had been more than enough to pay for the room. The thought hit him quickly and he decided it was better than pacing the room all night. "If they were ill gotten," Bartz murmured to himself as he palmed the gil, "then he shouldn't be mad if they're ill spent." With the money in hand, Bartz made his way down to the tavern making sure to creep past Faris and Krile's room
One shot was down before he even hit the seat. The whiskey burned in its pleasurable way as he ordered one on the rocks. Bartz looked around the desolate bar marking who was sitting round. Aside from a woman asleep in the corner it seemed as though it was just him and bartender. Bartz quickly sipped his first drink before ordering a second. He just couldn't wrap his mind around the idea. Why would he have become friends with them, and even more ridiculously why would we have been chosen to save the world. Hadn't he adamantly told himself he didn't need other people after dad died. That was another drink sank. He'd accidentally opened up his emotional baggage and he needed to close it quick, so he ordered a few more shots
Bartz was lit as he stood up from the barstool knocking it over in the process. "Who did that?" he questioned as he picked it up and sat it upright. He left more than enough gil on the counter. He looked at the bartender and gave a thumbs up. "If Ffff Farel Faris comes looking just tell 'em I'm takin' a walk. I'll be back." With that he swayed his way out of the bar and out onto the street
It was raining and Bartz shivered against the raindrops as he stepped outside. Night had fallen but he couldn't tell what time as the sky was as clouded as his mind at the moment. The smell of the fresh rain was invigorating and he stretched closing his eyes as the rain flattened his usually wild hair. He opened them again and could not remember how he had made his way to the other side of the city's gate. Didn't matter to him, out here there wouldn't be anyone telling him who or what to be. Bartz picked up his crystal shard and looked at it. "Why don't you go and pick on someone else to be a hero you dumb rocky rock," he yelled before ripping off the necklace and throwing it.
Bartz immediately regretted this decision and started to cry. "I'm sorry," he dropped to his knees and the squelch noise of the mud was more than enough to sicken him into nausea. A couple minutes later Bartz was spent as he held his stomach somehow still nauseous and extremely hungry. "Hey rock, can you make me a chef so i can make some food?" Bartz began to crawl to where he thought he had thrown the crystal before finding it half buried in the mud. He shouted in excitement as he held the crystal a loft but something was wrong. It was flickering wildly with light. "What's up buddy?" Bartz stared at it puzzled as didn't hear or see what the crystal was trying to warn him about.
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