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Why can't we just put on a smile And a buzz buzz buzz,
Bartz followed the merry band of Moogles deeper into the forest as the trees seemed to bend and bow with tune being played. Even if Bartz hadn't eaten the Kupo Nut, he would have been wont to try to find this particular path again, but the path seeming to rise and fall with everyone of his steps only added to the confusion of just where they were heading. The moogles seemed to be growing and diminishing in size as they traveled deeper into the forest too. One moment they would look like small flashes of dandelions, the next they would seem to be as big as an oversized plushie at the fair.
So many different kinds of chocobos! Big ones, small ones, red ones, yellow ones; so many in a myriad of colors, shapes and sizes. They all blended and swelshed together as Bartz continued to sway to the melody of the Moogle's music. "Kweh. Kweh!" he announced to them all showing greeting them with open arms as he swayed left and right, the world spinning around him in a kaleidoscope of chocobo feathers and moogle poms. It wasn't until one of the moogles started talking that he realized they had actually come to a clearing.
"We've reached the Temple, Kupo!"
The moon lit the clearing in a calming light although Bartz wondered if the moon really had a face on it or if she was winking back at him. As his gaze began to fall he saw the temple in it's state of disrepair. Chipped and cracked gargoyles of chocobos lined the sides of a large door that from his distance, Bartz couldn't determine if there was a way to open from the outside. What he did notice was the lagew mural of a chocobo so plump and squishy looking that Bartz thought if it were real that it would be the perfect thing to snuggle up to and take a nap with.
A little fuzzball flew up to his face. "Don't leave the clearing, Kupo! It starts soon!" Bartz nodded keeping himself from bopping the little pom about. Instead he continued in beat to the moogle's band as he began to shimmy around and introduce himself to the chocobos near him.
Post by Alexander Sorel on May 17, 2021 15:14:42 GMT -6
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One Brings Shadow, One Brings Light
to this riddle, all souls are tied
The Trial of Feathers. That was what the Notice Board had mentioned anyway. Something about dealing with chocobos and doing a ritual to appease a chocobo god. Really, it was something that he could make use of, especially if he got something really good for the bird next to him, too. Ragnabawk stood beside him, wearing his fanciful barding that had been difficult to get a hold of back home. His black plumage could be seen through it all, at least, and it seemed the bird may have been as excited as Alex was, letting out a soft "kweh" as it shook itself a little, stray feathers floating away from the bird. Was it getting to be that time of year? Alex pondered for a moment if he'd need to groom Ragnabawk, make sure that he was all taken care of. Ragnabawk deserved it after all, being his most constant and loyal companion that didn't just up and leave when things started to get hairy. Cassandra.
An armored hand patted Ragnabawk on his back. "I know! This might be our big shot. We might be walking out of here with your meteor!" It'd long been a goal of Alexander's; find a way to teach Ragnabawk the Chocometeor that he had seen the Red Coursers use, most especially in and near the Dalmascan region. Memories unpleasant filled him with nostalgia; comrades buried in the pain, groaning in pain as a single red chocobo strode onto the field of Bozja's Southern Front. The Red Comet was not one to be underestimated, and he was surprised he'd managed to survive, much less triumph. Perhaps that was what should have been done instead of actually fighting the damn war? Just release a bunch of red chocobos and let them do all the work.
And then he came to a clearing, with a lovely moon out. The ruins were, well, they were to be expected. But it was clear whoever built this place obviously revered those most loyal of feathery companions. Statues of worn chocobos were stood out immediately, as did the mural of a very, very large chocobo. Huh, so those existed in his world, too? He could work with that, at least. He nodded. This was shaping up to be a beautiful ceremony, at least until the cacophony of music reached his ears and he turned to look at the source as it slowly emerged. Some dude and a bunch of moogles--wait, a bunch of moogles? Alexander looked up at the sky, then around the clearing. ... No, they weren't--"... Oh." This wasn't his world, that one shouldn't even exist here, by all accounts.
Still, wouldn't hurt to ask, as he looked at the... what was this guy's deal? Ragnabawk cozied up to Alex for a moment as he greeted the moogles with a wave. "Uh, what's all this going on, then?" Just... wanted to make sure, right? Right. He needed to make sure he wasn't going to be dealing with that garbage again. That Primal was absurd enough the first time, and even moreso the second. He didn't want a round three.
The Wanderwood is a strange and temperamental place with a mind of its own. Its paths, at times, can lead in an endless and unwitting spiral. At others, they might lead in a straight line right back where it started. The Wood is an entity to itself that only allows access to those it wants within its heart.
And tonight, on the night of the chocobo’s dance, it had two particular travelers in mind.
Bartz Klauser was an easy choice. The wanderer had spent some time in the Wood already, and had won the favor of its moogle inhabitants in spades. With the sharing of a kupo nut, the pact was sealed, and Bartz was brought along with their merry band. He had, for the night, become an honorary moogle. But could his light heart and bright smile win the favor of their elder god?
The mercenary, on the other hand, was more a matter of practicality. It was decided among the Wood that the wanderer would need a companion in his quest which was something the forest was sorely lacking these days. For a time, the Wood solemnly pondered its long and storied past of cursing its travelers with endless mischief, but then it came across a great surprise! With only hours to spare, another had taken to its paths. A human one, it thought, with two arms and two legs and a patch of corn-yellow hair sprouting from its head.
More importantly, the human had brought a chocobo of great heart and utmost honor. That chocobo, it thought, would prove the most excellent of companions in Bartz’ quest. After much debate, it was decided that the noble Ragnabawk’s human attendant would be allowed within the forest’s heart as well.
With the decision made, all paths would now lead to the temple with no exceptions.
Alex came with the chocobo. Bartz came with the party.
Bartz meets a great variety of native chocobos as the flock gathers in the clearing. Most are yellow. A few are blue or green or red. One elderly yellow bird, a female named Choco-Moco, is particularly pleased to make Bartz’ acquaintance, and squawks about how nice it is to see such a gentle, bright boy paying respects to the lord of the chocobos. More humans, she thinks, should be just like him. ’Now is there anything I can do for you, dearie?’
To Alex, it sounds like incomprehensible bird noises. The chocobos are giving off all manner of warks and kwehs and the occasional tweeting like a canary. Alex doesn’t need to speak the language to know that the flock is excited. Perhaps too excited. They strut around him, eyeing him with interest and chatting up Ragnabawk with a great ruffle of feathers.
One of the moogles stops as it’s waved down by Alex, turning towards him with its head cocked to the side. ”Don’t you know, kupo?” It waits for a moment before sighing, shaking its head and bobbing up and down with a flutter of its violet wings. ”Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear,” it tuts before bobbing closer.
”But you’re the Chosen, kupo!” it declares. ”Chosen by the Wood! Or don’t you want to meet the Fat Chocobo?”
The answer to this, it seems to think, is self-evident because it wastes no time in fluttering over to a bowl overflowing with small brown nuts. It plucks one from the pile then comes back, holding out the nut as a reverent offering.
”If you want to be part of the trial then you must partake of the sacred Kupo Nut!” it says. ”A great honor, kupo. A great honor, indeed.”
Why can't we just put on a smile And a buzz buzz buzz,
Bartz was having such a marvelous time meeting all the chocobos. He was doing his utmost best to remember everyone's individual names and repeating it back to the chocobo to show he really was paying attention! The frenzy of colors and spectacle warmed his cheeks and heart, and he couldn't help to blush as one of the elder chocobos doted on him. "That's very kind of you, mam," he replied to her compliments. He tapped at his chin when she asked if needed anything, "Well, I'm looking for my best buddy, but I don't know if he's round or not. Other than that, I'm quite fine, thank you kindly." Bartz gave the elder chocobo a bow. "Likewise if you need anything from me let me know! For now, I should continue meeting everyone!"
"You're companion is here, kupo!" A moogle came flying towards Bartz and began to tug on his sash. "Coming coming!" Bartz laughed, wving goodbye and telling the flock he was with that he'd come back in a bit as he followed the moogle. He thought the band's music was growing louder as he walked, but he might just be imagining that. The colors and sights still swirled about, but Bartz felt more engrossed into the display now than sick. It was party, a most fun party! Even Faris would have fun, he thought. He knew for certain Krile would love all the animals! His brow furrowed again as that name came to mind. Who? He didn't have much time to ponder as the moogle floated up and hovered over a black chocobo. "This is Sir Ragnabawk! He'll be your companion this evening, and this human will accompany you two I guess? Seems too scruffy for my liking, kupo, but we don't question the forest!"
Bartz cocked his head? Fluffy yellow hair? Was the moogle sure it was a human? He approached lightly tapping the man's cheeks and running a hand through his hair to make sure it wasn't feathers. "Yeahp. Human, indeed just like me." He nodded at the man before turning to Radnawbawk. "Evening, my good, sir! It's quite an honor to be paired with such a handsome chocobo as yourself. I'm Bartz, pleasure is mine." Bartz bowed before the black chocobo deep and low and had the soul of the dancer not been in him for balance, he mostly would have fallen forward. He straightened back up saluting at Alex. "A mighty chocobo! You're lucky to be friends with such a magnificent chocobo, but aren't all chocobos magnificent. My best buddy Boko is a chocobo!" He reeled off as if they had been long time buds already. He plopped to the ground as a mother chocobo brought her babes to come meet the champion of the evening, and he asked one of the moogles nearby if there were any gyshel greens to feed the chicks as they waited for further instruction.
Post by Alexander Sorel on Jun 14, 2021 10:35:23 GMT -6
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One Brings Shadow, One Brings Light
to this riddle, all souls are tied
If he had the Echo still, he could understand all this. The context was still easy to pick up, but he'd have liked to know what the chirps and warks were actually saying, and he wanted to make sure that they weren't talking mad garbage about him. Ragnabawk, of course, loved being the bird of the hour, preening in the limelight. He looked to Alex and the man could only shrug. "Yeah, yeah, don't get too full of yourself." It wasn't that he wasn't happy about Ragnabawk being the man of the hour, it's just the bird already had a pretty inflated opinion of himself during their little fireside chats. He wondered if it would only ever be Echo only, or if it were possible for chocobos to regain their speech, much like the Amaro had.
That little bit of Ardbert in him perked up; how was Seto doing?
He otherwise, had no idea what he was doing. This must have been obvious, too, as one of the Moogles quickly approached him, speaking something about a fat chocobo. Well, okay then, if it helped get Ragnabawk a meteor spell, he'd go for it. That was the main draw of all this to him, anyway, for his bird to be able to rain fire upon the battlefield much like the Chocobos in Dalmasca. And what was with this kid? Human, just like him? Well, okay, fair, he could grant that. Between all the various races on the Source, who knew what else was out there, waiting to be discovered. Still, something about him seemed... off. And didn't he look familiar... nah he was imagining that part. Ragnabawk looked at Alex expectantly after the high praise from Bartz. Oh, he was enjoying this too much. "Yeah, he's been with me from the start." There was a brief peck to his head for that. "Okay! His help has been invalu--" Another peck. "Damn it all, fine! Truly there has never been so magnificent a companion in his plumage and deeds! Praise the noble Ragnabawk! Godsdamn."
Ragnabawk warked in approval, he had the validation he craved.
But it wasn't done. No, not yet, as one of the Moogles brought over a bowl of familiar looking nuts. Alex reached out, taking one of the brown nuts and examining it. Right, it looked real. So either it was real or this moogle was a master at their craft. Oh, he'd known exactly how they worked, especially back home. Lazy, prankster little shits that had to be whipped into shape so they wouldn't just spend all day playing pranks on each other and eating nuts. Alex took another moment, looking to the moogle, before a hand reached out and gently grabbed the poor moogle's pom. "If this is a fake, I'm squeezing. Hard." And in that time, he'd learned that one of the best ways to force compliance from a moogle was to squeeze their pom. They really didn't seem to like it. Apparently it really hurt or something. At least the dance was cute.
He looked once more at the nut in his hand, and took a bite.
”K-Kupo?” The moogle freezes as Alex grabs its pom. It stares at Alex with wide eyes until it’s released and then it jettisons itself back with a great flutter of wings letting out an indignant, ”Kupo-po!” as it goes. ”Why, why, why!” The moogle is so flustered that it can’t seem to get its words straight. ”You’re not nice at all! Some attendant you are!”
Then it flits away, leaving Bartz, Alex, Ragnabawk, and the other chocobos to their business.
The kupo nut doesn’t taste all that strange as Alex bites into it. It tastes like a nut. The surrounding chocobos squawk as Alex finishes it. One of them, the largest of the flock, ruffles its feathers and stretches out its neck.
”The guide has accepted!” it squawks. ”Now the dance may begin!”
To Alex, it sounds like a strangely syncopated ’kweh!’
It doesn’t take long for Alex to realize that the kupo nut was more than just a nut after all.
He feels dizzy. Or is the ground beneath him actually moving? It pulses like something alive, and as the feeling settles in, the colors grow somehow more...colorful.
The Wanderwood’s breed of kupo nuts, as it happens, are psychedelic. Or maybe it’s the will of the wood pulsing through him, calling him to adventure. The chocobos flock about, migrating towards the great temple’s entrance. They usher the two humans along with them, their moogle friends urging them forward with their encouraging squeaks.
Once outside the temple, the chocobos form a circle. They trot left then right then they stick a foot out, their talons scratching into the dirt. With this motion done, they hop up, flapping their wings and start it all over again. The birds leave three spaces in the circle for Bartz, Alex, and Ragnawbawk. The moogles look at that expectantly.
”Go on then, kupo!” A nearby moogle waves them forward. ”If you want to meet the Fat Chocobo, you must dance!”
Why can't we just put on a smile And a buzz buzz buzz,
Bartz was preoccupied with making more friends, so he wasn't able to stop the mistreatment of the poor Moogle. "Hey," he cried seeing it flutter off feeling himself getting flustered. "That's not nice. You need to treat the Moogles and Chocobos with respect!" He huffed following the Moogle to apologize to it and make sure it was ok. After making sure, he made his way back to the gallant chocobo and not so nice guide. "You should go apologize too!" He said shaking his head before looking down at Ragnawbawk. "Can you please keep him under control? I don't want to upset our hosts." he kwehed to the chocobo. As he thought about pinching Alex's nose to show him what it would feel, they were being ushered towards the temple. Bartz followed along letting the magic course through him like a warm summer breeze. He scartched the head of every chocobo that came over to him before they started their dance, and told him it was time to dance.
Bartz followed suite hopping to the left, then right, and using his feet to mimic the scratching of his new friends. "Of course," he replied when he was told it was time to dance. He took a couple steps back before preforming a saut de chat into his position before balancing en pointe. He stopped to listen closing his eyes before the rhythm of the forest sang to him, the music blazing like a fire in his soul. He gave another deep respectful bow to Ragnawbawk before leaping once more twirling in the air as he did so. The music felt light and airy, and so Bartz danced as his heart and the rhythm commanded. He became the picture of perfect ballet knowing how his partner, the chocobo, was dancing as well. He danced over to Alex en pointe. He extended his arms out and sucked in so his waist was easier to grab for the lift and duet portion of the dance before leaning into him. "Sir Ragnawbawk can't do the pas de deux lifts, so you have to for him." He said as if this was as perfectly easy as he was making it out to be.
Post by Alexander Sorel on Jun 30, 2021 11:24:36 GMT -6
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One Brings Shadow, One Brings Light
to this riddle, all souls are tied
Alex chewed on the nut, "You've never met the moogles of my world. All they do is play pranks on each other to get out of work." Lazy fuzzballs. He wasn't apologizing for shit as the world began to turn. He should've known better. He really should've known better. As soon as the ground started swimming, there was a slight mental cursing. He really hoped when he came to, he wasn't in something compromising. The largest chocobo squawked its approval. Wait, he could understand it? He looked at his now empty hand where the nut had once been. Did it bring back the Echo or something? Couldn't have. There was no brain splitting migraine that accompanied it. Though that was only for flashbacks, wasn't it? For the memories? Wait, was his thought process diminishing as well? Di-mi-ni-shing. There was a lot of Is in that word, now that he thought about it. It also sounded really similar. Who even came up with the idea of how words were formed? Did everyone just sort of agree on it, or?
Wait, what were they doing again? Oh, right, being led off by chocobos to go meet this Fat Chocobo that so desperately wanted to meet Ragnabawk. "Hey," Alex heard a voice, bringing some clarity back to him. Following it to its source, he saw Ragnabawk staring at him. Huh, that was odd. But it got even odder when the beak opened, and actual words started coming out. Well, it'd been a while since he got that. "Can you just... not use your Blue Magic for once? Please? These guys are cool and I don't want you embarrassing me." Alex stared at his feathery friend for a moment, not really shocked at Ragnabawk talking in and of itself. After all, if he'd gotten the Echo back, then this shouldn't be too much of a surprise, but...
"Wha--You embarrass me, too! You keep trying to eat Seyka's hair whenever we see her!"
Ragnabawk preened. "She should have thought about that before being born with green hair. If I see flowing green, I'm going to eat it. Which, speaking of greens, can you talk to Prompto when we get back? I appreciate the gesture but the greens he gets me are kind of... low budget for me, if you get my meaning."
Low budget?! When did he get so spoiled?! Was Bartz hearing this shlock, too?! Not that it mattered, as Bartz was dancing, as was everyone else. Was it all in his head or? Another dizzy feeling as he shook his head. Oh it was getting worse. What was this about a pas-dee-doo? Bartz was looking at him expectantly. "Hold up," He held up a hand, "I don't--I don't have, like, a clue, what you just said." He knew it was a dance but, well, dancing wasn't completely his strong suit. He could do it. Kind of. But... Was he supposed to be dancing right now or?
He swayed a little. Why did everything look so much more vibrant.
"Sundrop or Moonlift will just scare them..." No, those were war dances. Meant for intimidation. And then it hit him. Of course. There were Moogles here! The answer was right in front of him all along! No wait, this was an oppportunity. Another dance under his belt. He was no Dancer, of course, but adding another one to the repertoire was always good--what about the Mambo? No, he should make sure what he was supposed to be doing, first. Hesitantly, he reached out a hand. "Do I just follow along or do my own thing orrrrr?" Just relax, give in to the swirling pool that was the world. It would all be over soon.
The dance continues, and while Bartz the attention and praise of surrounding chocobos, Alex’s performance is at least adequate enough not to earn him more moogle scolding. As the crew moves together, the surrounding forest seems to pulse to the beat of the drums. Colors burst in a vibrant display of abstract motion, and in time it seems almost as though they’ve been transported to another dimension of sound and light.
The temple which once seemed like nothing but a ruin is restored to its former glory -- a natural palace of vines, flowers, and starlight. As the drumming reaches its peak, the doors slowly swing open.
The moogles cheer. The chocobos squawk. The great avian deity has heard your call, and awaits those willing to meet his challenge.
The inside of the temple is a blinding, impossible space. The entranceway is a platform floating over a twinkling void of stars. Columns streak with neon lights set along the edge of the platform acting like the world’s gaudiest guard rail. A path of rainbow light made manifest streaks from the edge of the platform in an ethereal road that curves down into the infinite starlit space.
A startline has been painted on the ground. The chocobos gather up to its edge, nervously hopping from one foot to the other. The moogles hover on the fringes, fussing to themselves. Somewhere, a distant jazz band plays.
”Welcome to the races!” A chocobo flutters to the front, bobbing up and down in an excitable hover. ”Before you is the Rainbow Road! The path is treacherous, kupo! It stretches beyond space and time! It will be a great test of dedication and speed!” The moogle nods sagely. ”The first ones to reach its end will find the true temple and will win an audience with the Fat Chocobo!”
The birds croon excitedly. The moogle clears its throat. ”The only rules are...um…” He looks back to the other moogles uncertainly before perking up again. ”No cheating!”
Another moogle nervously pipes up, ”What counts as cheating?”
”What? Cheating’s cheating! And there’s no doing it!”
This seems to settle the matter. The moogles all mutter in agreement, and the announcer flutters off to the side. ”Humans! Choose a chocobo! And, um. Have fun!” He pumps his fist in the air with a squeak.
