"Ah, an unattended Chocobo!" the dastardly man noted with a fiendish smile, his lips curling up into a grin. "I'll steal it! NO ONE WILL EVER KNOW!"
The spindly Midlander pulled at his mustache in a most dastardly fashion as he approached the honey-feathered bird. The Chocobo seemed to sense the man's intent, if not understand his words, and struggled to escape. Alas, her reins were tied to the post and made such egress horrendously difficult.
"Halt, evildoer!"
"Bu-wuuuuuh!?" the mean mustachioed Midlander grunted in dramatic alarm, whirling about to face to source of the sound. Atop a nearby boulder, the Thanalan sun glimmering brilliantly behind him, was the great hero Chachanji Gegenji. The light caught perfectly on his pure white armor, on the tabard that marked him as a Free Paladin, and framed the long ivory ears of his rabbit-themed helmet.
With a great leap, the Lalafellan Legend leapt down from the rock, the sun seeming to be in just the right place to still give him a divine-looking halo as he landed with a great puff of dust kicked up by his landing. He landed kneeling, but smoothly rose to his feet and pointed an armor finger at the Midlander. The man, suitably enough, cowered and retreated back a step.
"Mr. Badman, cease your terrible ways at once!" Chachanji demanded, his other hand moving to rest calmly on his scabbard. "Or else you must face me."
"Ah! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" came the Hyur's wailing reply, prostrating himself before the much shorter Lalafell as if he were some golden idol. "I'll mend my ways! I'll... I'll go help orphans! And puppies! And puppy orphans!"
"See that you do," the youngest Gegenji stated firmly. Bowing and scraping, the would-be Chocobo-napper retreated away to seek parent-less puppies to tend to them and aid them in finding a proper home. Chachanji watched him go with those brilliant violet eyes of his, before turning his righteous gaze upon the sun itself.
"Good job, Sun."
The two fist-bumped.
"No problem, dude."
It was about this point that Chachan rolled over some in his sleep, smiling widely to himself. He almost indecipherably muttered about how cool the sun was being for helping him out on the pose, and then rolled over into a more comfortable position. He quieted down soon after, leaving the room at the Hourglass silent once more.
Gran just gave his owner a weird look from the foot of the bed, shrugged his porcine little shoulders, and settled back down to sleep.
~*~
Truly Chachan's perfect world is the best world. Where else can you get to fistbump the Sun?
The spindly Midlander pulled at his mustache in a most dastardly fashion as he approached the honey-feathered bird. The Chocobo seemed to sense the man's intent, if not understand his words, and struggled to escape. Alas, her reins were tied to the post and made such egress horrendously difficult.
"Halt, evildoer!"
"Bu-wuuuuuh!?" the mean mustachioed Midlander grunted in dramatic alarm, whirling about to face to source of the sound. Atop a nearby boulder, the Thanalan sun glimmering brilliantly behind him, was the great hero Chachanji Gegenji. The light caught perfectly on his pure white armor, on the tabard that marked him as a Free Paladin, and framed the long ivory ears of his rabbit-themed helmet.
With a great leap, the Lalafellan Legend leapt down from the rock, the sun seeming to be in just the right place to still give him a divine-looking halo as he landed with a great puff of dust kicked up by his landing. He landed kneeling, but smoothly rose to his feet and pointed an armor finger at the Midlander. The man, suitably enough, cowered and retreated back a step.
"Mr. Badman, cease your terrible ways at once!" Chachanji demanded, his other hand moving to rest calmly on his scabbard. "Or else you must face me."
"Ah! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" came the Hyur's wailing reply, prostrating himself before the much shorter Lalafell as if he were some golden idol. "I'll mend my ways! I'll... I'll go help orphans! And puppies! And puppy orphans!"
"See that you do," the youngest Gegenji stated firmly. Bowing and scraping, the would-be Chocobo-napper retreated away to seek parent-less puppies to tend to them and aid them in finding a proper home. Chachanji watched him go with those brilliant violet eyes of his, before turning his righteous gaze upon the sun itself.
"Good job, Sun."
The two fist-bumped.
"No problem, dude."
It was about this point that Chachan rolled over some in his sleep, smiling widely to himself. He almost indecipherably muttered about how cool the sun was being for helping him out on the pose, and then rolled over into a more comfortable position. He quieted down soon after, leaving the room at the Hourglass silent once more.
Gran just gave his owner a weird look from the foot of the bed, shrugged his porcine little shoulders, and settled back down to sleep.
~*~
Truly Chachan's perfect world is the best world. Where else can you get to fistbump the Sun?
~