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  1. There was a certain comfort Malachi got in curling up within the chocobo stables. Their gentle looks, their quieted wharbling as they nested for the evening. He even loved the bubble of peeps from the little ones. The cacophony of sound for him gave him a comfort that helped him sleep through the night. The first few nights alone were horrible without the sound, but now, where he was. It was as though he were home. “...It’s just as I explained, Tam. I heard the screams and assumed I’d get a fresh specimen, for my studies of course, and when I rounded the corner, I saw him rising up from the ground to hobble over to this man and woman. She didn’t pass away, shame as that was, but this creature didn’t either. It’s truly a remarkable act of science!” Someone groaned, a heavy sound for something so high pitched and almost sweet, like honey. “Mookaite, there is nothing remarkable about a feat of idiocy. Look at him. He looks like crap and smells of poop. Literal poop! That is two times the doody and two times too much for me.” “Tam, I told you I would pay you myself. Will you please tend to his wounds? I can fetch you my face mask if the smell is too much for you.” “No-no. That mask would bury me alive. No offense Mookaite, and I wouldn’t want you to borrow my dead body either. I’ll heal him, but I’m charging double my fee for you. You know how I dislike garbage.” “My thanks, Tam. I knew I could count on your effectiveness in a profitable situation.” If Malachi had the strength to smile, he would be. The wharbling was so comforting. His body felt bathed in a warm light, the pain and heaviness of it raising from him in this happier time. He could only think of free floating in the rivers as a close comparison to the weightlessness he felt in the moment. There was no rush of water tickling his flesh. It was dry and warm… and electrifying. Malachi wondered if this was the feeling of a leaf? This weightlessness to float in air without a breeze, suspended in time for what sometimes looked like forever, or perhaps he was more akin to a spider. Seemingly suspended in air and yet, tethered to life by a single, sturdy thread. He felt that pull of life forcing him back into his form with all the weight and pain associated with it. He knew in that moment that he was indeed the spider. Malachi gasped as soon as he could and sat up with a start. The stiffness of his arms was short lived and he fell back onto the softness around him, whimpering in pain. He rolled over to curl up in spite his pain into a ball, his most comforting of positions. “Hey, Hero… Lie still before I give you a reason to lie still.” That higher pitched and pleasantly serious voice called out from the near distance. Malachi groaned as he rolled onto his backside. The pain was subsiding quickly enough for him to open his eyes. The room around him was dimly lit with the walls bathed in a orange-gold glow. He turned his head away from the glow towards the wharblings of voices that were not of chocobos at all. Strange, how in a place with orange and gold, the pair out of it were both basked in tones of violet. The first of the forms, the one so large that it seemed to hunch, even as it sat calmly was a face he knew. “...Mookie…” He said weakly. “Mookie?” The second form with the higher voice asked. In comparison, it was small. So small that it barely seemed to reach up to Mookie’s knee should the two stand. Its outfit mimicked Mookie’s in look and colors, but its hair was largely a deep black. Those large, doll-like eyes that stared back at Malachi, quietly judging him, sparkled in brilliance of their violet. It was pointing up at the far larger Mookie and laughing with such a high brightness that the shadows themselves stirred from the sound. “Why didn’t I think of that name! That’s brilliant! Mooooookie!” Mookie merely shook his head to the little creature and turned his attention to Malachi. “Welcome back to the land of the living. You did almost die today, you know. Had you done so, your remains would have been carefully used for many a future discoveries, but as you are alive, you shall be cared for as a friend.” Malachi smiled weakly to Mookie, but his eyes kept going back to the tiny thing next to him. “..You called me Hero…” He said softly. His eyes began to water with pride. It was a word he’d have never pictured for himself, but now that it was given to him, he never wanted to let it go. “Yes, I did.” the smaller form said. “Mookie told me about your day yesterday. Standing after getting a beating from several thugs is a miracle on its own, but you stood up to a rapist right after? You have some guts, Hero, I’ll give you that. Now then.” She looked to Mookie and held out her hand. “20 gil.” Mookie chuckled as he pat the one called Tam on the head. “I’ll get your gil.” He sounded so amused by her words and unbothered by anything going on. Malachi found this as soothing as the wharbling had been. Though instead of watching his new friend, he was studying this Tam. Tam recognized this. It was staring back with an eyebrow arched. “What are you looking at?” “...S-sorry..” Malachi said weakly. “ I’ve never seen a person as small as you. Are you a puppet?” Tam scoffed, “ I am NOT a toy! I’m a Lalafell. And you shouldn’t be offending the one that saved your life, you know. You owe me 10 gil.” “Tam,” Mookie said as he offered it a little coin purse. It was little for him, tiny in fact. To Tam, it was practically huggable. “I am already paying you.” Tam did hug the coin purse tightly. “ This is for healing him. The 10 gil is for putting up with his stench.” Malachi whined softly, “ I don’t smell bad. I’m not a ‘mulch’qo’te….” His words were labored. He wasn’t exactly well. Even he knew this. “Rest now, Malachi. You don’t smell bad. Tam is just sensitive.” Mookie looked to Tam then and nodded his head to it. “It is a pleasure as always to see you, Tam.” “It’s always a pleasure working with you, Mooookie.” it teased, still hugging the coin purse. Malachi felt like he was blushing, but he wasn’t sure of his body in that moment. “Thank you… Sir…. for your help.” “SIR?!” Tam screeched out. “ I am a LADY, I’ll have you know.” “...you’re… a...girl..?” “ LAAAAY-DEEEE.” Tam stressed out. “That’s… what I said…?” Mookie was the one to calm Tam. Mostly he did this by lifting the little lalafell up and setting her on her feet upon the floor. “ Ok.. let’s let Malachi rest, as you instructed. We can re-educate him on how to properly identify gender after, alright?” Tam huffed and crossed her arms. “That may cost him more gil.” She smiled to Mookie as the far larger man scowled gently to her. “ HIM, Mookie, not you!” “My name is Mookaite, Tam. You know this.” Tam giggled and gave a little shrug. “ I like what the hero called you. I’m sticking with that.” There was more of a bright ripple of laughter as she turned to wave in Malachi’s general direction. “Rest now, Hero. I’ll come check on you later. It’s a freebie as a thank you for Mookie’s new name. But no more freebies after that though!” She turned to Mookie and pat his leg. “Good to see you, Mookie. We’ll trade notes next time, kay?” She waved and proudly walked her way out of the room, as far as Malachi could tell. Mookie sighed as Tam left and he turned his attention to Malachi. He was expecting him to be asleep, but the Miqo’te was watching him wide eyed. “Malachi… You need to rest.” He pressed. Malachi nodded once, “... I know, but the wharbling is gone.” “The what…?” Mookie blinked. He looked back to the door and chuckled softly. “ Oh, Tam. She has good reason to want money, especially in Ul’dah. She is a good soul, though, I assure you.” He looked back to Malachi then and moved to sit next to him. “ So, you need wharbling to sleep. That is a peculiar request. While I am not keen on the various animal sounds, I am good at reciting incantations and aerthite principles? Shall I practice for you?” Malachi nodded once again and smiled to Mookie. “ I.. don’t know what that is, but it sounds nice.” Mookie chuckled and gently pet Malachi on the head. “Well, Malachi… you are in for a treat. I’ve spent years studying the flow of magic and aetherites. So much of these are still a mystery and yet there is magical and aetheritic properties all over Eorzea….” Mookie paused in his speaking, but it was only to observe Malachi. The Miqo’te had relaxed where he was laying and quickly falling back into a much needed sleep. Mookie didn’t stop talking for a long while. By his own judgement, he spoke until Malachi’s body would most likely fall into a deep sleep. This would assure the optimal amount of rest for the man, as well as the best dreams. Malachi remembered none of the speech, but he did have good dreams that night. He dreamt of Chocobo’s running along beams of light.
  2. It was late afternoon by the time the merchant’s wagon pulled onto the edge of the Sapphire Exchange in Ul’dah. The couple at the front were elderly Midlanders and each took their time getting down from their seats. The woman, in particular. Her bones even squeaked as she moved. The man walked around to the back and unlatched the wooden door of the wagon. He was chuckling as the glow of pale eyes were staring brightly at him from the cracks of the wooden planks. He opened the door to the piles of crates and the one ginger haired Miqo’te kneeling at the entrance way. “ Well, son. Your master there asked me to get you to Ul’dah, and we are here. I hope you know where you’re going. It’s easy to get lost around here.” The Miqo’te looked to the man and blinked. His expression was filled with curiosity and an innocence that was almost painful to the man. He sighed and pat the younger man on his head, “ Listen, son. A word of advice? Keep your head down, mind your own business, and you’ll be fine.” The Miqo’te nodded slowly as he peered around the man, “ ...there are…. So many people here! And colors… and SMELLS! Do you smell that, Sir? It’s like dung and cinnamon and grease and thyme all together. It’s so horrible and wonderful!! What is it!?” The elder man shooed the miqo’te off the wagon and shook his head. “ Don’t know and don’t care, son. Now scoot. Your master didn’t pay me to help you. He paid me to get you here.” “ Oh… ok, but, sir? What’s a master?” The miqo’te asked as he dusted himself off. When he didn’t get a response, he looked up to ask again, but he couldn’t find the man in the crowds. Sure, he saw the wagon, or at least he was sure that he could see it, but there was so much movement all over that the exact details failed him. The world failed him in that moment as sounds rolled over sounds and scents over scents. It made his head spin. He was… spinning with the world and the two spun around again and again and again. He couldn’t remember spinning so much, except in summer when the chocobo molted. The sky was so blue then and the yellow down floating into the air above him were like stars. Stars in the daytime. He loved the stars in the daytime and the spinning, but he didn’t love this. He spun and spun and the world got louder and louder and more and more confusing and when he didn’t think it could get more confusing, it did. Until he finally couldn’t stay standing anymore. He fell to his hands and knees and threw up upon the floor. His stomach knotted and rolled as he felt the last of the food he had, meager bread and soup splatter upon stone. And even as he coughed and sputtered the last of his insides out, the very scent and sound of it was drowned in the voices and scents of the world around him. He felt cold and sore and empty within. He closed his eyes and focused on the only thing he could think to remember, the memory of yellow down floating in the air. - It took him a good while to gather his bearings and stand. He was pushed or stepped over a few times in the process. Once he did get up, he spent the rest of that day walking the city, getting himself lost in the process. He’d talk to people, but most he spoke to would give him little to no reply. As the sun began to set, this lack of response grew more and more. It made for a lonely night huddled up against the corner of a shaded building. At some point in the night, it even rained, giving him a bit of respite for the lingering scent of vomit upon him. Now, at least he smelled of rain and mud. Rain and mud were good smells. They meant that life was returning to the earth. Life was always a good thing. The next day was much of the same, wandering and being ignored. Some people did scoff him or speak words very loud or very fast at him as he got in their way. He largely didn’t worry. He wanted to see it all, experience it all. Every new sight he got up close to, poke and petting it. This got him a few dozen pushes and slaps when he got too close to what he shouldn’t, but it never stopped him. How would he experience the new if he wasn’t there to touch it? As the sun began to set again, he found himself in a less travelled part of town. Though darker and filled with dust, people still remained huddled in the shadows, grunting and whispering harshly to each other. They were hiding as he did when he stole fresh rolls from the sill of the main house. His stomach growled. He missed those fresh rolls. He missed the chocobos, but most of all, he missed home. In those nearby shadows someone cried out in pain and another grunted and hissed something to the cries as they fell into whimpers. He moved to the sounds, his brow furrowing with worry. Three tall figures huddled around a smaller form, smaller than he had ever seen. People got that small?! He cleared his throat, craning his neck as he tried to see over or around the three to the huddled fourth. “ ...um…. I think she’s sick….” The three highlanders turned to glare down at the Miqo’te sneering and growling at him, “Beat it, child. She owes us.” “B-but… she’s sick. You should let her get better first and then she can help you. That’s the right thing to do, you know.” One of the three laughed. He couldn’t tell which. Another shortly followed. The laughter was low, yet the emotion in it stung at him. The sounds of scorn and ridicule. He didn’t know the words yet he understood the intent. His ears lowered as did his chin. The laughter only rose, “...look, you hurt the catboy’s feelings! Ain’t that somet’ing?” The one that spoke stepped up, his grizzled features and stench of rot floating about them. A large hand reached out to shove at the Miqo’te’s shoulder. “You going to stand there and cry, kid, or you going to cry?” He looked up and huffed softly, “ You don’t have to be mean about it. It’s ok if you couldn’t see she was sick. I helped you!” The three broke up into laughter. It roared and bounced off the narrowed space between them all. The laughter rang in his ears and yanked at his already empty stomach. It was almost as bad as the spinning the night before, or would have been, had they not stepped back. One of them called out, “ HEY! GIT BACK HERE!” Footsteps echoed as the one on the ground became a fleeting shadow in the distance. The one shouting took off after her, but the other two turned to close in on the Miqo’te. “ You dirty whore of a fleabag!” One of the two said. “ You cost us our money and we don’t like being out of money.” “What’s money?” The Miqo’te asked. The two around him didn’t seem like they were up for education. The looked too angry for it. There were no words after that or if there were, he didn’t hear it. It was mostly feeling. He could feel the heaviness of fists pounding against his throbbing flesh. He could feel the pangs of pain as the body spasmed to the shock of it all. He could feel the heat of his own sweat and blood as it dripped down his exposed flesh. He could feel the cool gusts of air against the sting of open wounds and torn pieces of fabric and he felt the hard grit of the ground as his body collapsed to the ground. In the barrage of pain and feeling, he had struck back, well enough to make them angrier and in that anger, they too hit harder. He lay there panting and shivering from the pain as he heard the first things he could hear after the ring of alarm. The sound of wet air passing lips as spit fell on his stinging cheek, and the sound of heavy footsteps trudging away into the darkness. He listened to those footsteps until all he was left with was the sound of his own breathing and the rush of his own heart beating. He waited in the heated beats for an indication of more sound. His eyes were sore that they couldn’t open, and he didn’t want to open them anyway. Somewhere in that silence came sobs, but the pain was too great that he couldn’t even feel his tears. He couldn’t even feel the moment he lost consciousness. - It was the sound of a scream that woke him up. His muscles were screaming with the pleas of ‘no’ and stop. He grunted, struggling to get himself to his feet. The sounds he heard, he knew. Sounds of the chocobo in heat only, more vicious than they. The female voice was also saying no. No meant no. That was bad to not obey the no. He found himself staggering over towards the sound until he could mostly walk on his own. He squinted as he walked and neared the huddled muffled cries and pile of flesh and grunts. “She said no.” The sounds didn’t stop, nor did her pleads. He felt the despair in that moment, a feeling that was becoming normal for this place. He groaned as he reached down, pushing at the top of the huddle form, speaking as loud as he could, “ SHE SAID NO.” He couldn’t make out the details of the figure that looked up to him, but he could see the glow of rage in it’s eyes. “Get the fuck out of my way.” The voice rasped lowly. He felt the weight of something warm and solid force him back to a wall. And arm or a leg, if he had to guess. The wall hurt. He was still hurt from before, but the woman was still crying and begging for help. You didn’t ignore those that needed help. That wasn’t the good thing to do. He sucked in a breath, holding onto his pain as he pushed off the wall and turned to the huddled mass. He wasn’t sure what he was hitting, his his hand was in a fist and that fist was meeting something just as warm and hard as what pushed him back. And it was wet. Wet from his own blood of the others, he couldn’t tell. He didn’t care. He was going to make the other move. And when it did, it looked at him, seething with anger as the mass that was presumably the woman crawled and whimpered back into the shadows. “She said… no.” The glowering figure didn’t waste time to move, it looked fast. It probably was. He braced himself for the pain that he knew would come, but he also readied himself to fight back. Fight with all he had. His body tightened as did his eyes. He was ready for the blow. But it never came. In that moment, all he felt was a rush of wind and the sudden flash of heat. He could FEEL it and the light of the heat. There was a new scream before him, that of the glowering figure. As he opened his eyes, he watched the smoke and ash dancing in the air around him as the figure ran down further into the darkness. He panted, staring at it all in disbelief. He couldn’t have done that. He couldn’t have. “Well that is troublesome.” The voice behind the Miqo’te caused him to jump. The jump reminded him just how weak he was and he teetered into the nearest wall. “Woah! Careful there.” He felt a heavy hand gently hold his shoulder, to keep him upright. It was the first gentle touch he had felt in weeks. It was followed by a second to his other shoulder. “You look like you need a healer.” He blinked, looking up to the figure that spoke to him. He had to look up. He was much taller than he was and large! The flesh looked hardened and even in the darkness, there was a tint of violet like the buds of lavender in the spring. Or a plum. He was an overly large and hardened plum. “What’s a healer?” The plum man sighed and steadied his wobbliness. “Nevermind. Let’s get you someplace safe. Do you live around here?” the miqo’te nodded and pointed off into the darkness. “ I slept there since i got here. I used to live on a farm… outside of Gridania…” The plum man nodded and carefully gathered the Miqo’te in his hand. “ I have a room at the Quicksand. I’ll take you there tonight and call for a healer….um… name. Twelves forgive me! I forgot to say my name. I’m Amused Mookaite.” The Miqo’te whimpered as he was held, but soon relaxed. The hold was warm and comforting. Still, his mind swam with questions. It always did. “...why are you amused, Mookie?” “No, that’s my name. Amused Mookaite.” “Mookie…?” “ No, Mookaite… oh… nevermind. What is your name?” There was a moment’s pause. A name. He hadn’t really thought on his name since getting here. He needed a name. Name’s were good. Name’s meant a person was someone. “ … on the farm they called me boy or miqo’te…” “Well, that is what you are. You’re a Miqo’te. Do you not have a name?” He sighed, his chest shuddering as he did so. “I… well… “ His mind went back to the last image of the farm. It was in ruins. It had been for years, since the sky exploded. It had never really recovered. “... Papaw told me that I was called Malachi when I was given to them. So, I guess that is my name.” “Ah.” Mookie said. They were moving. Malachi could feel the wind on his form as they moved, not fast, but even. “That is an interesting name. You know malachite is a type of stone. Not that expensive in terms of market value, but its said its properties are for transformations and purification. People collect malachite when they need the strength to go on. Considering anyone else in your condition would be close to death, that name is a very good one for you.” Malachi smiled and nuzzled his bruised cheek into Mookie’s shoulder. “ that is the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. It sounds so smart too. I have never been told smart things. Thank you!” His eyes filled with tears. Happier tears. Mookie looked a bit bewildered, but he didn’t seem to let that stop him. “Where I come from strength and hardness is everything. I’m not as big as my siblings and not a strong, yet I came here to train in the magical arts. I have to study twice as long as everyone else to keep up. Smart…. Isn’t something one would assign to me.” “Well… it suits you, Mookie. You’re very smart and kind to me.” Mookie blushed, “ Now that… is the nicest thing said to me. I guess we are even then.” It was weak, but Malachi giggled. Mookie turned a corner and stepped into the lighted part of the streets. In the distance as Malachi would come to learn was the building of the Quicksand. But in that moment, all he could see was the dust particles in the light. They sparkled a faint yellow and for just a moment reminded him of chocobo down floating in the air.
  3. If we are including Pixar-Disney in the Disney umbrella, then Malachi would be Wall-E. However just puuuure Disney, then he is totally Olaf from Frozen, which is funny to me. I'm not particularly fond of frozen... but Malachi's happy-go-lucky and spacey attitude really does fit that snowman.
  4. I was told to say hi, so I'm saying hi. I'm barely a week into this game, but I'm doing fairly well, I think. I just figured out how to get the RP tag on. This makes me feel special... i have small life goals. I realize that. Anywho! I run on Mateus, literally. I run. Everywhere. But even the rare time I'm not running or bouncing, its still on Mateus. My character is Malachi Sommerset, a Miqo'te with orange hair. He's about as new-eyed to the world as I am. I felt it was probably easier. So I'm sorry in advance if he says something really out in left field or... so daft that you are sitting there face palming. I'm also apologizing in advance if he pets your minion and runs away. Its his thing. I will try and remember to keep on the RP tag when I'm in RP mode, which is about 75% of the time I'm goofing off in the game. Though I do tend to just watch RP like a good noobie creepy stalker. I'm not that creepy really... don't hurt me.... just let me touch your minions...
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