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How it started >> how it’s going
Oswin is not at all amused by the start of the new year. #catlady #crazycatmom #catsofinstagram #leopardcat #tinyleopard #oswin #grumplepuss #happynewyear
[ -leaves url with many hearts while evil laughing- ]
//outofderp;; BRING IT ON MOTHERFUCKER
Legit tho sit down because this is gonna be long (like his legs)
"Well... it means I care enough to give you a name just for you! Everyone calls you Estinien, so I call you Grumplepuss."
“ I understand that much… “
Estinien, for a moment, seemed to be in very deep concentration. His chin tilted downwards as he contemplated what she had told him.
“ Do you not think the name is the least bit inappropriate at times? “
The second for his thoughts had ceased, and his voice had once again reverted to it’s usual coldness.
He could only shake his head back and forth, unable to understand what she was attempting to convey. "Perhaps I should have thought my inquiry through, seeing as you cannot answer..."
She smiles and points to her throat, shaking her head as she opens her mouth. After a pause she holds up her lyre for him to see, running her fingers against the strings to produce a chord.
As she sets the instrument down, she reaches for a quill and parchment next to her. She writes out “It’s a long story” in very crude penmanship, and shows it to him. “I can’t write well” is written underneath it, and she feigns tapping the side of her head with her free hand.
No matter what I say, no matter what I do... Like it or not I’m here for you Always
12
> 12. A drabble in which my muse is forced to fight together with someone they hate.
Hate is a strong word for the Black Mage, though it’s undeniable to say that she does not prefer the Azure Dragoon’s presence. His arrogance, his stubbornness, and all around pessimistic attitude is a stark contrast to hers, and the two rarely manage to agree on anything; where to sleep, who takes first watch, and his insistence she stop referring to him as “Grumplepuss.” She calls him that with great pride, taking more amusement from the rise she gets out of him more than anything. It does not help that during their arduous journey to the peak of Sohm Al, Estinien’s continuous antagonistic gestures towards their companion Ysayle irritates the Black Mage ever more so. Her mind is clouded, unable to bridge the right thought to her spell, and several times she is in danger of having it backfire on to her, and it does not help that Estinien shows no sign of having any trouble like she is.
So it comes a big surprise to the both of them when they encounter Nidhogg’s consort, Tioman, and how smooth and efficient they work together. As Ysayle and Alphinaud keep the great dragon occupied on one side, Malkeria keeps her busy with her own barrage of spells on the other. She looks over to Estinien, who jumps high into the air, and delivers a flurry of blows on the dragon’s back. Tioman lets out a pained screech, and her ebony wings glow bright.
Ysayle and Alphinaud take cover behind some rubble, but neither the Dragoon nor the Black Mage have anything to hide behind. As she feels the swell of aether she looks at the Dragoon, and after leaping off the dragon’s back he lands with a soft thud behind the Black Mage. In an instant she weaves a wall of aether around her, and turns to bring the Elezen close to her and into her bubble. The great dragon’s screech is deafening, but within her ward the worst is deflected. She groans with the effort to keep it up, and it collapses as Tioman struggles to keep herself up and falls to the ground with a death wail.
Nidhogg, my beloved… avenge me…!
Their surroundings are silent, save their ragged breaths and the deep rumble ever present around them. Ysayle and Alphinaud peak out from behind their cover, and the young Elezen grins wide as he sees the great dragon fallen. Ysayle murmurs a quick prayer before approaching the other two…
…Who seem keen to resume their banter.
“Fool of an Au Ra, that was utter madness you pulled back there. I would have been fine,” he says as he looms over the Black Mage, his mouth creased into that ever present scowl of his. The Black Mage huffs indignantly and stomps down on the Elezen’s foot. She sets herself as high as she can make herself out to be, the fire in her eyes ever present.
“Oh yes, you’re quite welcome I saved your sorry rear, Grumplepuss. ‘Thanks for the help Malkeria!’ Oh it was nothing Grumplepuss, all in a day’s work as the bloody Warrior of Light!” snaps the Black Mage back. They both turn their back towards the other with a huff, leaving Ysayle and Alphinaud to look at the other with a sigh.
“That said… I do believe our path to the peak is clear. Unorthodox measures aside, our goal is achieved. Come, our journey continues,” says Alphinaud as he beckons to them. “Oh and… one more thing, you two.” He turns towards the pair with a knowing smile. “Like it or not, you fight quite well together. Perhaps you know each other a little bit more than the other cares to admit.”
Cue indignant Au Ra responses and the atypical dismissive grunt from the Elezen.
Mr Grumplepuss gets the idea that he can make it in the big world of pre orders and trade ins! What crazy hijinks will the gang get themselves into?! Bloopers and Outtakes
Season 1, Episode 6 Original uploaded on May 6 2012 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=__ao99Qa6rU