Characters: Warriors of Light (FFIII crew)
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: The last one has arrived! THE SET IS COMPLETE
Location: Fossil Roo entrance on the Mist Continent
Date: June 1803
Warnings: Enthusiasm, that should be all
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Not exactly what she expected )
What to do now, Luneth? Always quick to pick at Refia. And even if he didn't suffer from the lack of food, he knew that Arc and Ingus might feel uncomfortable with her glares directed to him, or her knack for ignoring him when she was angry.
"I didn't mean it like that."
That sounded just as bad - how else did you mean it, ( ... )
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... And speaking of Luneth doing things to deserve righteous fury.
This time Arc hid behind Ingus, peering out cautiously from behind the dragoon's shoulder at what promised to be a horrendous aftermath.
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He subtly checked his own supplies for bandages and Potions when Luneth continued to speak up. Something told him he might need to remedy a black eye in a little while... Especially if Refia kept good on her threat to not heal or feed him. "Luneth..." A quiet warning, stop talking. Now.
He sighed, paused, and stayed close enough to intervene if that became necessary. At this point Luneth was really asking for the beating she might deliver, however. At least Arc was safe behind him.
This wasn't going to end well, was it?
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And then she stuck it just in front of Luneth's legs right as he was walking.
It could have been a lot worse - being a blacksmith let her throw a punch with the best of them - but she was still too happy with finding Ingus to really do something bad.
"Now," she continued, pointedly ignoring Luneth, "where do we want to go? I don't want to sleep in this place." Too many toads, eww.
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He smiled when he looked up, though. He should have known better - Refia only cared, even about the one silver-haired kid who probably hurt her the most. Even childish passes were still passes. But he knew that even though Refia might have been angry ... she wouldn't hate him forever.
He stood up, trying to swipe excess water from his front, the smile still pretty wide. Sometimes he preferred the occasional batterings and harsh words and ignoring over the swats Elder Nina gave him for his constant nuisances. Because that meant that he was closer to her, and it hurt more.
No sorry just yet, Luneth. He followed behind them with an unseen grin, his chocobo's rein lightly clutched in his grubby hands.
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