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A Stone for Protection (Malachi's backstory - Mateus)

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binkanarios binkanarios Find all posts by this user Derptastic Posts:4 Joined:Sep 2017 Character:Malachi Sommerset Server:Mateus Reputation: 2 Timezone:UTC-5 RE: A Stone for Protection (Malachi's backstory - Mateus) | #2 11-18-2017, 02:09 AM 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.

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A Stone for Protection (Malachi's backstory - Mateus) - by binkanarios - 11-14-2017, 01:44 AM RE: A Stone for Protection (Malachi's backstory - Mateus) - by binkanarios - 11-18-2017, 02:09 AM

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