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paixaorpg2012-02-13 12:13 am
cowardly_hero) wrote in paixaorpg2012-02-13 12:13 am
Entry tags:
Fiji-Fi-Fo-Fum [Completed]
Character(s): Timon
Content: Timon sells Pumbaa's tusks in exchange formagic science beans.
Setting: The Netherworld
Time: ???
Warnings: Typical Disgaea Antics.
“Who’d have thought some place so big could be so boring?” the meerkat asked out loud no one in particular. And here he had thought sitting on the throne all day had been boring. Oh no, it had been just the tip of the iceberg. The big scary Overlord’s castle offered very little in amusement. There was the throne room, a large hallway, a room dedicated purely to garbage (otherwise known as Laharl’s room) and then a set of stairs which Timon currently found himself wandering. He had encountered a few monsters inside the castle but all appeared harmless other than to his eyes. One had even been kind enough to give him directions as to where he might find something to snack on.
“You got anything to eat?” he asked one of the two shop keepers.
Eleanor, the weapons specialist spoke first. “Welcome to the Rosen Queen Company, Netherworld Branch.”
“Yeah, hi.” Timon quickly replied, short of patience on an empty stomach. “You got any-“
“I suggest you equip weapons that are well suited for each character.” Eleanor continued, speaking over the meerkat. “If you equip a Warrior with a sword, his level of Weapon Mastery will quickly rise.” Timon stared at the woman for a moment, taken back by both her words and actions. However, the moment he opened his mouth, Eleanor began to speak again. “You CAN have characters use weapons that are not best for them, but their Weapon Mastery will rise at a slower rate.”
“What do I care about-“
“Regardless of a character’s ability with a sword, sword Special Techniques cannot be used unless a sword is equipped.”
The girl appearing to have finished, Timon went to speak once again. And, once again, found himself cut off. “Are you even gonna let me-!”
“It’s best to focus on each character’s specialty to start with.” Timon gave a long, frustrated groan. This girl was just impossible. Honestly, the monsters were easier to deal with! Why did this have to be so complicated? It was making his head hurt. That was when Timon realized he was pulling on his hair in anger.
The meekat quickly placed his arms at his sides and gave out a huff of hot air to try and relieve himself. He did not seem to be getting anywhere with this girl, so he figured he had might as well leave. The only catch was when he tried to move he found he couldn’t. “Wha- what the-? My legs, I can’t…!”
By then the second shop keeper, Musashi, had begun talking and Timon found himself exactly where he had been before. Unable to get in a word edge wise, he was forced to listen to all they had to say before faced with two options: Buy and Sell. Timon looked between the two in worry. Choosing either of them would likely result in even more useless information from the two. He’d heard more than his fair share of that, that was for sure. Timon leaned away from the pair and back out of the menu. In the act of doing so, he also backed into another servant of the overlord, the ability to roam suddenly granted to him once again.
“Ugh, gross!” Timon cried out, having found himself covered in a thick, green, goop that looked suspiciously like mucus. Disgusted, the meerkat did his best to shake it off as he turned to face the servant he’d bumped into. “Why don’t you watch where you’re...!”
Instantly, Timon drew back from the zombie, unsure whether it was its horrendous odour or sheer ugliness that appalled him more. Zommie, the zombie in question, remained indifferent and for the most part unbothered by the meerkat. He simply glanced down at the creature, the very same green goo that Timon had found himself covered in dripping from his body.
“I heard that magic beans bring good fortune to all those who use them.” the zombie said, deciding to stir up conversation with the unusual creature.
“Magic?” Timon repeated, as though offended by the very idea. He flicked the remains of the goo off before scoffing. “Poppycock!” Regardless of all that he had seen during his time in Paixao, he was firm on his firm belief that such thing never existed. Only a mook would waste money on such a ridiculous thing as magic beans.
“I heard that science beans bring good fortune to all those who use them.” Zommie spoke again. The meerkats eyes instantly lit up.
“Sold!” he cried out and waved his paw in the air as one would during a bidding war.
“Have you anything ultra rare to trade?”
“Trade?” Timon fell silent for a moment, allowing his stomach to speak – and rather angrily at that. “Ah, yeah. I, uh...” The meerkat glanced around the room in search of aid. “I have…” A sword? Nope. Cauldron? Nope. Piece of scrap paper? Oh, for the love of pigs! Why was everything around him so useless?
… Pigs. The corner of the meerkats mouth twitched. That gave him an idea: “Tusks!”
Other than the typical zombie like groan he gave, Zommie silently awaited an explanation.
“Ah heh heh. Yes, you heard correctly, my decomposing friend! I just so happen to be in possession of a pair of ultra rare and valuable tusks! You won’t find anything else like ‘em in the Otherworld.”
“Last I checked it was the Netherworld.” Zommie corrected.
Timon waved his paw carelessly. “Whatever. The point is, you’ve got some valuable assets on your hands here, the kind a guy’d hate to see slip through his fingers. Not only do they come straight from the original owner but are brushed and flossed after each and every meal! These tusks come with a hundred and one uses. You could use them to make shish kabobs, hold ice cream cones, hang your hats, even open cans! And, for the right price, these genuine warthog tusks can be yours!”
Zommie scratched his chin in thought. “Do they offer any boosts?”
“Pff, do they offer boosts he asks!” The meerkat laughed. “Do you think I’d trade you something that didn’t?”
Though it did not answer his question, Zommie seemed to feel confident enough about the meerkats response to hand him the said beans. “Thaaaank you! I’ll bring you those tusks first thing tomorrow!”
Content: Timon sells Pumbaa's tusks in exchange for
Setting: The Netherworld
Time: ???
Warnings: Typical Disgaea Antics.
“Who’d have thought some place so big could be so boring?” the meerkat asked out loud no one in particular. And here he had thought sitting on the throne all day had been boring. Oh no, it had been just the tip of the iceberg. The big scary Overlord’s castle offered very little in amusement. There was the throne room, a large hallway, a room dedicated purely to garbage (otherwise known as Laharl’s room) and then a set of stairs which Timon currently found himself wandering. He had encountered a few monsters inside the castle but all appeared harmless other than to his eyes. One had even been kind enough to give him directions as to where he might find something to snack on.
“You got anything to eat?” he asked one of the two shop keepers.
Eleanor, the weapons specialist spoke first. “Welcome to the Rosen Queen Company, Netherworld Branch.”
“Yeah, hi.” Timon quickly replied, short of patience on an empty stomach. “You got any-“
“I suggest you equip weapons that are well suited for each character.” Eleanor continued, speaking over the meerkat. “If you equip a Warrior with a sword, his level of Weapon Mastery will quickly rise.” Timon stared at the woman for a moment, taken back by both her words and actions. However, the moment he opened his mouth, Eleanor began to speak again. “You CAN have characters use weapons that are not best for them, but their Weapon Mastery will rise at a slower rate.”
“What do I care about-“
“Regardless of a character’s ability with a sword, sword Special Techniques cannot be used unless a sword is equipped.”
The girl appearing to have finished, Timon went to speak once again. And, once again, found himself cut off. “Are you even gonna let me-!”
“It’s best to focus on each character’s specialty to start with.” Timon gave a long, frustrated groan. This girl was just impossible. Honestly, the monsters were easier to deal with! Why did this have to be so complicated? It was making his head hurt. That was when Timon realized he was pulling on his hair in anger.
The meekat quickly placed his arms at his sides and gave out a huff of hot air to try and relieve himself. He did not seem to be getting anywhere with this girl, so he figured he had might as well leave. The only catch was when he tried to move he found he couldn’t. “Wha- what the-? My legs, I can’t…!”
By then the second shop keeper, Musashi, had begun talking and Timon found himself exactly where he had been before. Unable to get in a word edge wise, he was forced to listen to all they had to say before faced with two options: Buy and Sell. Timon looked between the two in worry. Choosing either of them would likely result in even more useless information from the two. He’d heard more than his fair share of that, that was for sure. Timon leaned away from the pair and back out of the menu. In the act of doing so, he also backed into another servant of the overlord, the ability to roam suddenly granted to him once again.
“Ugh, gross!” Timon cried out, having found himself covered in a thick, green, goop that looked suspiciously like mucus. Disgusted, the meerkat did his best to shake it off as he turned to face the servant he’d bumped into. “Why don’t you watch where you’re...!”
Instantly, Timon drew back from the zombie, unsure whether it was its horrendous odour or sheer ugliness that appalled him more. Zommie, the zombie in question, remained indifferent and for the most part unbothered by the meerkat. He simply glanced down at the creature, the very same green goo that Timon had found himself covered in dripping from his body.
“I heard that magic beans bring good fortune to all those who use them.” the zombie said, deciding to stir up conversation with the unusual creature.
“Magic?” Timon repeated, as though offended by the very idea. He flicked the remains of the goo off before scoffing. “Poppycock!” Regardless of all that he had seen during his time in Paixao, he was firm on his firm belief that such thing never existed. Only a mook would waste money on such a ridiculous thing as magic beans.
“I heard that science beans bring good fortune to all those who use them.” Zommie spoke again. The meerkats eyes instantly lit up.
“Sold!” he cried out and waved his paw in the air as one would during a bidding war.
“Have you anything ultra rare to trade?”
“Trade?” Timon fell silent for a moment, allowing his stomach to speak – and rather angrily at that. “Ah, yeah. I, uh...” The meerkat glanced around the room in search of aid. “I have…” A sword? Nope. Cauldron? Nope. Piece of scrap paper? Oh, for the love of pigs! Why was everything around him so useless?
… Pigs. The corner of the meerkats mouth twitched. That gave him an idea: “Tusks!”
Other than the typical zombie like groan he gave, Zommie silently awaited an explanation.
“Ah heh heh. Yes, you heard correctly, my decomposing friend! I just so happen to be in possession of a pair of ultra rare and valuable tusks! You won’t find anything else like ‘em in the Otherworld.”
“Last I checked it was the Netherworld.” Zommie corrected.
Timon waved his paw carelessly. “Whatever. The point is, you’ve got some valuable assets on your hands here, the kind a guy’d hate to see slip through his fingers. Not only do they come straight from the original owner but are brushed and flossed after each and every meal! These tusks come with a hundred and one uses. You could use them to make shish kabobs, hold ice cream cones, hang your hats, even open cans! And, for the right price, these genuine warthog tusks can be yours!”
Zommie scratched his chin in thought. “Do they offer any boosts?”
“Pff, do they offer boosts he asks!” The meerkat laughed. “Do you think I’d trade you something that didn’t?”
Though it did not answer his question, Zommie seemed to feel confident enough about the meerkats response to hand him the said beans. “Thaaaank you! I’ll bring you those tusks first thing tomorrow!”