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year 5, quarter 3
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I don't know where I'll end up But I'm laughing, I ain't losing no sleep
The sun hadn't even begun to rise, but Bartz was already bolting down the street. His excitement couldn't be contained as he beamed his smile and waved at the other people that seemed to be stumbling to and fro. He just couldn't believe it. He had gone by himself, but he needed to make sure that Faris was there. Pirates could find people when they needed to, and Bartz wondered if that rolled over to chocobos. The single yellow feather was clutched tight in his hand. Not just any chocobo feather though, no this one smelled like him.
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The night had been young at one point as Bartz finger saluted his way out of the inn room saying he was out, and that he'd back before long. Being confined to one city for so long had Bartz scratching for any type of adventure he could get into. It'd be long enough he figured that the other two could at least trust him with a night out without fearing he was a flight risk. Bartz shook his head though. Tonight was going to be fun, and he wasn't going to allow himself to be stuck in his own head the whole time. He took a deep breath before walking towards the taverns and bars.
One bar. Two drinks. Three shots. Forward to the next bar. Bartz felt warm and light. The moment was so intense and right now, but it also felt as though time had no meaning, forever was now and infinite. Bartz slid easily into the booth of the next bar enjoying the ephemeral euphoria of his own tipsiness. He was only brought out of his bliss by someone sliding across from him with a soft giggle. Was she an angel? Her hair was soft and had a certain glow to the almost white blonde. Bartz smiled in kind his cheeks warming as he tried to avoid her dark brown eyes.
Five minutes of awkward conversation. Six blocks and seven minutes of heaven later, Bartz and the woman were lying in the field outside the gate to the city pointing out their own constellations in the night sky. Things were going well until she asked him for his name. He choked sitting up and wrapping his arms round his knees. Was he going to be sick. The sweet anonymity of the night was about to shatter. Instead, he looked away watching the grass bend in the soft night breeze. That's when he saw the yellow feather in the moonlight.
Bartz got up and stumbled over it to picking it up delicately in his hand. This was when he was supposed to come, so they could escape into the night. Things were getting too serious. Bartz brought the feather to his face and rubbed it across his cheek before retching. Oh that smell. He only knew one Chocobo that smelled that bad.... Bartz rushed a goodbye to the girl still lying but now watching him worried as he began racing back into the town and to the inn.
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"Wake up, Faris!" Bartz yelled stumbling into the room holding the handle as knees went out before righting himself up. Bartz rushed over to the bed and began shaking the mattress. "Smell this!" he said tickling Faris' face with the chocobo feather before slopping over to the table drumming his hands on the table. "Boko's nearby somewhere or another," Bartz stomach growled in hunger and nausea. "You think he'll be mad if we find food before we go searching. Come on!!!!! Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go!" Bartz shimmied his shoulders as he waited for Faris to get his butt up.
Post by Faris Scherwiz on Feb 9, 2020 15:25:46 GMT -6
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Faris doesn't wake easy
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
Faris was at his last rope.
He didn’t know how long it had been since he’d last tasted the salt of the sea. He didn’t know how long it had been since he’d wielded his spear as a Warrior of Light and really had something to fight for. He didn’t know how long it had been since he’d last seen his sister, and the weight of it pressed down like the rolling waves. He was low on gil. Bartz’ head was still as empty as the wind, and he he hadn’t seen head nor tailfeather of that damned bird.
Boko. The name had come to haunt him. Everything he had and everything he’d gained all rested on that chocobo. If they couldn’t find him, Bartz would leave him. If the bird didn’t jog his memory then the Bartz he knew might have already been lost.
Faris’ head was as heavy as his heart. The night had crept in like a storm, and he’d needed sleep more than he’d needed ale. He wasn’t in the mood for talk or laughter or boasting. No, he needed to clear his head and close his eyes. A moment’s peace -- that was all he asked for. And then the floor jerked out right under him.
”Wake up, Faris!”
Faris shouted a curse, jolting upright as the bed shook beneath him and he was tossed about like a ship at sea. ”Smell this!”
Something tickled his nose. A foul something that made him sneeze. He swatted it away. ”Are you daft?” He started swatting at Bartz too, but he’d already flitted away, leaving Faris dull-eyed and reeling and tangled in blankets.
”What in the-? It’s moonlight!” Faris groaned and rubbed at the side of his head. The sleep hadn’t left him, and he still felt the dazed waters of a dream. His hair was a rough mane of tangles and curls. His tunic was rumpled and off center. Bartz was talking and talking fast. Faris blinked at him stupidly.
”Boko…? What’re you on about?” The words fell slowly into place. The feather. Boko. Nearby. It clicked together, and Faris jolted forward, eyes wide. ”You found him? Boko? You’ve got a trail?” His stomach turned with something fast. ”Let’s not waste time then!”
I don't know where I'll end up But I'm laughing, I ain't losing no sleep
Faris wasn't moving quite fast enough for Bartz liking. As the pirate stumbled his way out of the bed, Bartz ran over with a loud "Huzzah!" before linking his arm through Faris'. "Come on, come on, come on!" Bartz demanded yanking on Faris to get him to get up. "If we don't move now, he might be somewhere far far away by the time we start searching." He was talking fast, his words coming out hot and a bit of spittle ran down his chin. His cheeks were red and warm with excitement and the alcohol mixed together. He sniffed at the feather again as though he were a hound dog hot on the trail for his friend.
Bartz let go and pranced back over to the counter. He giggled as he grabbed a loaf of bread off the counter taking a large bite while waiting for Faris. "I wonder what he's been up to!" Bartz spouted as he took another bite of bread, his words beginning to gargled with the food. "Probably out picking up some chicks if you know what I mean." Bartz laughed loudly at his own joke and pointed at Faris waiting for a reaction from him.
"Do you think I look good enough for him?" he asked twirling on the spot, his cape fluttering behind him. That was a mistake as his stomach lurched and he put a fist to his mouth. Thankfully the lurch was a false alarm and he was waving Faris to the door bread and feather in hand.
Once the two of the of them were on the road out of town Bartz wrapped his arm through Faris' once more using him as balance for his own missteps and imbalance. Bartz raised the chocobo feather looking at it as if it would illuminate the path forward for them. "Boko loco, chocobo." he hummed to himself as he leaned his head on Faris' shoulder. "Are you excited? I'm excited!" Bartz nuzzled further into Faris shoulder further giggling as he did so. "I can't wait for my best friend to meet my other friend."
Post by Faris Scherwiz on Mar 4, 2020 7:39:29 GMT -6
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Damn it, Bartz, why are you so cute?
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
Bartz gave out an excitable cry and rushed over to Faris, grabbing his arm and half-hauling him out of bed -- all the time jabbering like a child promised a toy. Faris let out a strangled cry of his own as his upper body (and only his upper body) was nearly yanked to the floor. ”Bartz!” Faris bit back curses as he shrugged him off, steadying himself and grumbling. ”I’ve got legs of my own!”
With Bartz finally off to his own business, Faris sighed and swung his legs over, rubbing the side of his head as his thoughts caught up. Boko. Bartz. The feather. It seemed just about impossible that someone could recognize a bird by smell alone, but this was Bartz he was talking about, and he seemed more confident about this than about anything else in his life. His face was a blazing red. His words were blurred together on a current of liquor.
Or maybe he was just drunk and imagining things. Either way, he couldn’t let Faris hear the end of it until he was on board. If Faris refused, Bartz would only wander off on his own. Again.
”He’s been pecking at greens, most like,” Faris said with a soured tongue. The sun hadn’t even begun to touch the sky. ”Though he’s got a mate back home if my memory serves. Are chocobos much for going double?”
And now Faris was pondering the romantic loyalty of birds. He rubbed again at the side of his head.
”You look like a dream,” Faris said dryly as he finally lurched to his feet. Bartz spun around, hands heroically at his hips before the color left his cheeks and he recoiled with alarm. He shoved a fist into his mouth and gagged. Faris’ eyes widened. ”Hey now! The other way! Not on the-!”Bed. Whatever had passed through Bartz passed quickly, and it seemed he’d already forgotten it.
Bartz seized his arm and leaned against him, swaying lightly on his feet. Blasted drunk. Faris sighed and patted his back. ”Maybe this would be best saved for the morning?” Though of course Bartz would be knocked cold with a headache and a rolling stomach by morning. It was better he was hit with it here than on the road.
Bartz leaned his head against Faris’ shoulder. His wild hair tickled Faris’ cheek with a distinct smell of wild grass. "I can't wait for my best friend to meet my other friend."
Faris blinked. His friend. Well, his other friend to be more precise, but that was a sight better than strangers. Faris laughed. ”We’ve already met,” he said. ”You’d remember if your head wasn’t full of air.” Faris ruffled Bartz’ hair in emphasis. How could he stay sour with him?
”We’ll take it to the road then. I don’t suppose you can sniff out a trail with that feather of yours?” It seemed ridiculous, but so was the rest of it. If nothing else, they’d have an interesting night before Bartz collapsed groaning in a ditch. ”If we’ve got track of him then we’ll follow it. I’ve had just about enough of wandering about.”
