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Gegenji · **02-02-2015, 09:49 AM**

Chachan gave a small nod, unsure if her words were an actual warning or merely playful ribbing, as he clambered onto Avenger's back. As she approached to climb on behind him, he inched forward as far as he could onto the seat rise to allow her the most room possible. This, of course, also left him effectively straddling the pommel, which was certainly not the most comfortable position in the world. It might've been more bearable if he had actually worn his armor, but he had figured this trip would be a simple to and from thing.

Instead, he had offered up what little gil he had as a collateral so he could help a girl he found scraped up and worn out on the side of the road. After she accused him of potentially being in a slave ring. Well, he wondered with a small sigh, it was still the right thing to do, right? Better than leave her to suffer on foot under the relentless Thanalan sun. He looked over his shoulder at her both in thought and in response to her query.

"Oh, um... r-right." With a light tap of his heels and a click of his tongue, the young Chocobo started off again - this time bearing a surprise extra passenger.

Desu Nee · **02-02-2015, 10:20 AM**

As the trip goes relatively quiet, Chachanji's passenger keeps quiet, holding on him...her silence seems thoughtful...but eventually she speaks again.

Sorry. I'm being way too much trouble for you than I'm worth.

She sighs and looks to the scenario, animals and other adventurers passing by. She always liked riding chocobos, as little opportunities of riding them she realistically got.

I've been really rude about all of this, I genuinely thought you would just leave me. I'll pay you upfront when we return to wherever you stop.

Her holding gets a little softer, her voice going from a stern tone...to an almost childish one, like a kid after being punished.

Gegenji · **02-02-2015, 10:27 AM**

Chachanji looked over his shoulder at her at her apology, giving a small smile.

"Hey, it's fine, no worries," he stated simply, shifting a bit to try to get into a more comfortable position against the pommel. "I really shoulda expected ya ta be at least a little 'spicious at my offer. Guy ridin' up on ya outta nowhere 'n offerin' ta give ya lift? It is kinda skeevy."

He looked forward again. He wasn't having Avenger go full tilt like he would have had be been alone, lest his passenger slip and fall due to the jostling. To his credit, though, the Chocobo didn't seem to mind the extra weight. He just scampered along contentedly enough, bright eyes flicking to whatever caught his interest as they went.

"'n don't worry none 'bout payment," the green-haired Dunesfolk added, letting go of the reins with one hand long enough for a dismissive wave. "I'm doin' this 'cuz I wanna halp, that's all."

Desu Nee · **02-02-2015, 10:46 AM**

I like to help when I can too. It gives a fuzzy feeling doesn't it?

She lets go, her arms laying a bit loose as she lets the breeze hit her face. Sure, the sand hurts, but her mood brightened a bit, so she doesn't care.

Why ya like to help, Chachanji?

Gegenji · **02-02-2015, 12:02 PM**

"Um... well, yeah, th' fuzzy feelin's a part'a it," Chachanji mused thoughtfully as they rounded a bend. Even with Avenger's slowed speed, they were making solid time, and Black Brush would be visible on the horizon soon enough. Barring any other sudden surprises, of course. "But it also jus' feels... right, y'know? Halpin' people jus' seems like th' right thing ta do, so I do it."

There was more to it, of course. His desire to help and protect people had been tempered by recent events, and the cause of his increased resolve only just as recently brought to light through his conversations with his two Paladin mentors. Still, what he answered with was still the honest base to his reasonings, the feelings that had initially started him on the path he now walked. And that seemed reason enough for some light back-and-forth during a Chocobo ride.

"So, ya mentioned Eastern Thanalan," he continued, trying to keep the friendly banter going. "Are ya from there, or are ya Ul'dah-born?"

Desu Nee · **02-02-2015, 12:30 PM**

She sombers a bit, remembering her family. It's never pleasant to remember of them, and her much happier times, but so far the Lala has been so nice, she can't possibly negate him this knowledge.

Born there. My father used to own a series of Mines across the area, and we lived in a small private village he built for us and the workers.

Her tone is soft, as she looks in the general direction of East.

There's nothing there anymore, so I just say I was born around the area. I don't even remember exactly where it was.

Gegenji · **02-02-2015, 01:14 PM**

"Oh..."

Chachanji can hear the somber tone in her voice. Definitely sounds like something went south at some point or another. Mines dried up? Workers left? It wasn't nice to pry, though, considering how it had taken quite a bit of prodding for the youngest Gegenji to open up about his own family with his friends. So, instead, he decided to try to put a positive spin on things.

"Wow. A whole village, huh?" he repeated curiously. "It's hard enough ta forge a full suit'a armor... I can't imagine how much work must go inta puttin' a whole town tagether."

And yet it was all gone. Well, that took the wind out of his sails. He couldn't help but compare it to Doma, a place also gone now... though perhaps for different reasons. He frowned a bit at the thought, but his face was turned forward, so hopefully his passenger wouldn't notice it.

"A home gone, huh?" Even with the hiding of his expression, Chachan can't quite keep the sad, wistful tone from his voice. "W-well... it's never truly gone as long as ya remember it, right? 'n... 'n there's always a chance fer findin' a new home."

He spoke with experience on that last one. Despite losing Doma, he had found a place at the Hourglass and as Ms. Momodi's errand boy. And now, with his initiation to the Coral Sea... he truly started to feel at home again. The bits of Doma he had slipped into his room at the Coral estate definitely helped, though. Considering how Virara had reacted to the sliding doors, it was apparently not an uncommon feeling.

"Just gotta stay positive."

Desu Nee · **02-02-2015, 05:27 PM**

...Yeah. Gotta keep positive.

No use just spoiling the rest of his mood by saying how his simblings simply left her to die. No, that would be far too unnecessary. She simply forces a smile...

Where do you consider home?

Gegenji · **02-03-2015, 01:48 PM**

Chachan looked over his shoulder at her again at her question, both brows raised slightly. He could see her wincing a bit as the bits of sand carried on the wind scratched at her face anew. He'd probably need to give her another light Physick touch-up once they reached Black Brush Station. But that was for later, for now he had a question to answer.

"Well, I gots three, I 'spose," he replied with a shrug, keeping his violet orbs on her own reddish ones. "Th' home I was born, a'course..." He kept silent about the fact that this first one was gone as well, razed by the Garleans. "But there's also th' Quicksand 'n th' Free Company house over in Mist."

He turned forward again as he continued.

"After I came ta Ul'dah, I lived outta th' Hourglass. Leavin' ta do errands 'n coming back ta th' tavern fer meals 'n talk ta folkses," he said thoughtfully. "I met a lotta me frands there, or through folkses I met there. A'fore I knew it, it was like a second home ta me. 'n even if'n I don't live there anymore, I still do errands fer Ms. Momodi 'n hang 'round th' Quicksand."

He squinted a bit. A few of Black Brush's taller structures had appeared over the horizon, inching their way further up into the sky as they approached. It wouldn't be too much longer until they were safely within the confines of the outpost's low walls.

"As fer th' third? Well... I have a lotta... close friends there." His mind's eye flitted briefly between his "big sister" Leanne, the pink-haired Lalafell Memeli, and the soft-spoken Hyur Jancis. The happy moment when Dhem and Tau got married, and the depressed wreck the latter became after the former's death. Of Ja'ren and his cult-enslaved mother, and of the trial that sought to punish Sigurd for trying to save the company's First Mate. "They're... like family ta me, th' lot'a 'em. 'n isn't home where yer family is?"

Though, he thought with a slight cant of his head, wouldn't that mean he had four homes then? His actual family was up in Revenant's Toll with the refugees, so wouldn't that make that his home as well? Man, this was getting confusing. He shook his head and turned both his gaze and attentions back to Ququki.

"So... even if one is gone," he stated. "Or jus' one ya moved 'way from... ya can still keep it in yer heart, even as ya find yerself another. Home is where th' heart is, right?"

Desu Nee · **02-04-2015, 08:30 AM**

I'm not sure I think I can do that..

Too much comes to her head. The endless wandering as a miserable refugee. The pain on her skin and bones without her medication. The short patience of her family until the boiling point. Her sister leaving them all, tired of endless bickering and rivalry of an once happy, united family. His oldest brother last letter, wishing them, specially Quki luck in life. She wished she could have found memories of her happier times...but those just made her life post-calamity have a much bitter taste.

Too much happened, and these memories are meaningless now. I'm all alone...

Gegenji · **02-04-2015, 10:34 AM**

I'm all alone...

Harsh words to end their ride on, as Avenger trotted through the gate into Black Brush Station. The place was abuzz with life and conversation, as usual - a sort of microcosm of the Ul'dahn market. Here ore was collected from the mines to the north and then set onwards towards Ul'dah or wherever else the Miner's Guild sought to send it. It was also the common resting place for the workers, or merely a brief rest stop before descending upon the Coffer & Coffin to the south.

For the most part, the workers and merchants making their rounds about the Station left the two Lalafell be. They had their own lives to live, and had little time for two popotoes nestled atop a tiny Chocobo. Really, the only time they gave the Dunesfolk any attention was when Avenger got in their way, sending dirty glances up at both bird and rider. More than one apology was quietly muttered as Chachanji guided his mount towards the shade and possible sanctuary of one the Station's sandy-hued buildings.

"I... wouldn't say yer alone," the green-haired Dunesfolk finally stated as Avenger settled down to let them both dismount. "I-I mean, there's still folks in yer life, right? Ms. Momodi fer one, 'n.. 'n through her ya can meet all sortsa people. It's pretty amazin', really, all th' folkses she knows."

He offered a small, worn hand to aid in her dismount. A hand toughened through years as a smith, yet still used to help friends and anyone who needed it. A hand that, should she accept it, would also soon be used once again to touch up any scrapes and scratches Ququki's sensitive skin had suffered during the ride with healing aether.

"'n then there's all th' folks ya meet ev'ry day. Any one'a 'em has th' potential ta become a frand. If'n yer willin' ta let 'em."

Desu Nee · **02-04-2015, 11:35 AM**

Black Brush. It's a nice enough place, really. Close to Ul'dah, nice cheap restaurant nearby, and it's interesting to see the others go on their business. She stares at the camp for a while, listening to Chachanji...he's really nice. Overly nice. Almost sugary puking nice. And friends...she wouldn't object that, albeit she always found the idea of replacing friends with family preposterous. You can replace mentally, but family will always be family, no matter how much you try, but still...

Is Chachanji a friend? One would suppose so. She took his hand, quiet. She really had nothing to say about that.

Gegenji · **02-04-2015, 11:56 AM**

Avenger gave a little contented wark once both his passengers were off his back. He rose to his feet and did a little dance-like motion to shake the sand from his feathers and loosen his legs a bit. Chachanji gave the bird a well-deserved pat on the side for a job well done before turning his attentions back to Ququki.

As he intended, he gave her face a quick once-over, tending to any new scrapes and such with his simplified Physick spell. Once he had done that, he gave a small smile and a nod before dusting off his hands. Placing his hands on his hips, he looked over his shoulder towards the building they had stopped next to.

"So, um... wanna go get somethin' ta eat a'fore we part ways?" he asked innocently enough. All he had brought with him was candy, jerky, and water. And he felt a more substantial meal might be in order, for the both of them. "Recover some'a yer strength fer th' rest'a th' trip? 'n hey, maybe ya might make yerself another new frand in the process."

By his tone, Ququki could probably answer her unspoken question easily enough. Another new friend. A little forward and assuming of the youngest Gegenji, but he had always been the sort to offer his friendship whether the receiver really wanted it or not. He'd just been lucky enough that no one had been openly vocal against being his friend.

Desu Nee · **02-04-2015, 01:15 PM**

...There is kindness. There is selflessly. There is martydom. And there's what you are doing.

She smiles a bit, and shakes her head, smiling sincerely.

Your...friendship is enough, really. Next thing you will buy me a house in the Goblet and warm my milk and read me before I sleep, really it's fine. You're...fine. Here, your gil sack.

She returns it...it is considerably fuller. She smiles, giving him a hug before running off to the Chocobo Porter. She had to rent a room in the inn before midnight after all.

Gegenji · **02-04-2015, 01:27 PM**

"What I'm doin'...?" Chachan echoed. He wasn't entirely sure if what she was implying was sincerity or ribbing or what have you. He wanted to ask her for clarification - on exactly what it was he was doing if not something already on that list - but she had moved on.

"I... I dun think I could afford a house in th' Goblet..." he argued timidly, blushing a little in embarrassment and rubbing the back of his neck. "I jus'..."

He was interrupted again, this time by the return of his gil pouch. As soon as it was in his hands, he noticed the difference in heft. Curious, he pulled it open to glance inside at the extra coin that now filled it. He gasped a little in surprise, and then held it out once more.

"A-ah, I told ya didn't... need... payment..." he explained, his words losing strength as he watched her hurry away. He stood there for a moment, still as a statue, before a sigh escaped his lips and he melted into motion once again. Pouting a little bit despite his sudden windfall, he cinched the cord to his pouch shut again and returned it to its normal spot.

"Mmn..." was all he could manage as Avenger trotted up to nuzzle the back of his head.

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