Lucky: *He looked down and placed one arm across his chest, as if he was listening to something.* "Whaka wants you to have good luck on trip." *He smiled and started to rub his ears by habit.*
Rachael: "Naw.." *She looked down, noticing the red feather in her hand.* "Here, take this, Lucky."
Lucky: "Feather? Lucky confused." *He started to rock back and forth.*
Rachael: "This feather will bring you luck."
Lucky: "Like Lucky's name?"
Rachael: "Hehe, yeah!" *She giggled, giving Lucky the red feather.* "It's something to remember us by."
Lucky: *He twirled the red feather in his fingers.* "Hyuck, hyuck!" *He chuckled in excitement, gently stroking the feather like a child.*
Lezard: (Naww, that's sweet.)
Twortz: (How time-consuming..) *She sighed in thought and looked away, as if she wanted to leave.*
Lucky: *He bent down and placed his hand on the ground, causing the grass to glow.* "Lucky asked envirement, envirement will help you."
Rachael: "The environment will, what-?" *She noticed the line suddenly travel further into the cave, causing her to gasp in amazement.*
Lezard: "Well, looks like that's the way out."
Lucky: "Thank you." *He smiled and started to walk backwards, as if he was saying farewell to the group.*
Rachael: "We'll always remember you-"
Lezard: "And Whaka!"
Rachael: "Hehe, yeah!" *She started to walk down the spiral path, closely following the glowing line.*
Lezard: "Bye, Luckymottus!" *He spoke with a giggle and wiggled his bottom.*
Twortz: "Farewell." *She spoke in a professional-like manner, slowly following Rachael and Lezard down the path.*
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*Nathan, Trevour, Luna and the champion made themselves comfortable in one room, listening to the crickets buzz outside.*
Luna: "I can't believe I'm from another world..."
Trevour: "I'd really like to eat some of these burgers you talk about, heh heh."
Champion: "Oh my, everything about this is something out of a child's fairytale."
Luna: "Nah, this is the fairytale, aye."
Nathan: *He placed the sword across his lap and scraped the rock across its edges, listening to the party's conversation.* "Luna Lighten, Trevour Meister.. And..?"
Champion: "Please, I've been called the champion for many decades now."
Nathan: "And...?"
Champion: "Champion should be fine-"
Luna: "It's just a freakin' name, just bloody answer it, aye."
Trevour: "Luna..."
Luna: "Pssht, Luna me." *She grunted on her breath and looked away from the champion's general direction in an annoyed-like manner.*
Champion: "My name reminds me of my past..." *She shook her head, as if she didn't want to talk about it.* "I'm more curious about your Rostical, Trevour."
Trevour: "Madam?"
Champion: "How is it you're able to manipulate sand, but not solid ground?"
Luna: (Epic way to change the conversation.)
Trevour: *He looked down, rubbing a part of his armour in recollection.* "I've just been able to do so."
Champion: "Oh?"
Luna: "I think it's awesome from wat I've heard.."
Trevour: "R-Really?" *He sounded surprised, causing Luna to chuckle like he was an idiot.*
Luna: "Yea!"
Champion: "And you, Luna?"
Luna: "Aye?"
Champion: "I'm not sure if any of you noticed, but there was one person that was not sweating in the Purity Zone."
Nathan: "Certainly wasn't me. I felt the lack of Neuron and Astragon bonding." *He chuckled in a deep voice, continuing to scrape the rock against the sword's edges.*
Champion: "It was Luna."
Luna: "Aye?"
Champion: "Everyone is affected by the Purity Zone by some degree."
Luna: "I dunno. Maybe it's 'cause I'm not from around here?"
Champion: "Perhaps." *She smiled with her eyes closed.*
Trevour: "While we're asking questions. Could I please enquire about your hunchback, champion?"
Nathan: "Is it a birth defect?"
Champion: "Oh my.. No.. It's just another reminder of my past.."
Luna: "Gah! Don't go about leavin' bread crumbs to more questions."
Nathan: "Hmmm." *His stomach rumbled.*
Trevour: "Wow, you're still hungry? We just ate."
Nathan: "Ha, I just love my food."
Trevour: "Heh heh.. Well, that was a satisfying talk, everyone?"
Champion: "Oh my, it sure was." *She spoke in her high tone of voice.*
Nathan: "Well, it's good to know you guys aren't crazy."
Luna: (Even after talkin' to these dipshits for a few hours.. I still feel like-) *She discreetly pinched her arm, trying to get a reaction.* (I'm just gonna wake up from this crazy vivid dream.)
Champion: "What are your plans for tomorrow?"
Nathan: "Well, I'm going to take Luna to Silver Wind Island. Maybe she'll get answers there?"
Champion: "It does have access to The Library's informative archives."
Luna: "Wat 'bout you'se?"
Champion: "I will temporarily reside at The Twilight Forest once things have cooled down."
Luna: "Wat about you, Rusty?" *She looked in Trevour's general direction.*
Trevour: "I actually have nowhere to go right now.. So, I'll think about it on a good night's rest."
Luna: "Fairo."
Trevour: "And after you drop Luna over here, off. What will you do then?"
Nathan: *He momentarily paused, as if he wasn't going to answer.* "I'm actually trying to find the reason why so many Scoldrants have suffered from the yellow-eyed syndrome."
Luna: "Aye?"
Trevour: "I've heard about this. This is where their eyes glow a yellow?"
Nathan: "Yeah."
Trevour: *He nodded his head, rubbing a smudge off his shoulder armour.* "Even some warriors have fallen ill to the disease."
Champion: "Oh my?" *She tilted her head in curiosity.*
Trevour: "It's a Neuronic disorder. I don't know much about it. The Consultants terminate any warrior completely out of the ranks once discovering they have the illness."
Nathan: "Regardless. I want to stop it from spreading any more."
Trevour: "Your goal is to stop this illness.. Does this have something to do with your background?"
Nathan: "I merely come from Scoldrant Users. I am not one.."
Trevour: "No problem, sir. Heh heh."
Nathan: (Even if I wanted to talk about my background, I can't really remember personal details about my past.)
Luna: (I still think they're all dipshits.. But, hearin' their stories. They've actually got a lot going on themselves-)
Champion: "If we're heading towards Silver Wind Island, we've got a long walk ahead of us." *She stood up off the bed and waddled towards Luna, readying to help her up.*
Trevour: *He reached around his wrist, causing his arm armour to suddenly clip open.* "I'd have to agree."
Luna: *She felt the champion's hand touch her shoulder, causing her to reach up.* "Wat? How far is this island thingy?"
Champion: "It will take the entire day."
Luna: "Wat?!"
Trevour: "Yes. Sometimes on a few missions, we take two days."
Luna: "Shit.."
Champion: "Your choice of words is-.. Unusual?" *She spoke with a smile, keeping an innocent frame of mind.*
Luna: "Wateva." *She stood up and swayed to each side, causing the champion to support her balance.*
Nathan: *He continued to silently scrape the rock along the sword's edges.* "..."
Trevour: "I'll see you ladies, tomorrow." *He stood up and escorted the champion and Luna out of the room, gently closing the door behind them.*
Nathan: "Why exactly are you helping us?"
Trevour: *He turned around, facing Nathan surprised.* "Oh? Like I said, sir, I just don't agree
on their ways."
Nathan: "Hmm."
Trevour: "If you don't mind me asking something?" *He shuffled to the other single bed he sat on and raised his foot, unbuckling his armour-like boots.*
Nathan: "Go for it." *He spoke with a lack of concentration, as he focused more on the sword.*
Trevour: "You said not to categorise you with a title."
Nathan: "What about it?"
Trevour: "What do you mean?"
Nathan: *He sighed in accomplishment and started to wrap up the sword, looking to the other side of the room.* "You really want to know?"
Trevour: "Yes."
Nathan: *He leant back and lay on his back, staring at the ceiling.* "It's equality."
Trevour: "Equality?" *He took off his chest plate and suddenly collapsed on his stomach, breathing through the pillow.*
Nathan: "I've encountered many people that use their titles for their own advantage.. Sexism, respect and image, all these have a larger impact on titles."
Trevour: "How does sexism, respect and image got to do with titles?"
Nathan: "Just because you're a captain of- I don't care, doesn't mean I'm gonna bow down and give you my respect."
Trevour: "I see.." *He tilted his head to the side, allowing him to speak normally.*
Nathan: "Image.. You need to earn respect and make an image for yourself, not just rely on some title given to you."
Trevour: "But not all titles are given, and some are actually used just to categorise something. Like, you use a sword, a sword wielder-"
Nathan: "That's exactly what I get frustrated over. If you're a sword user, it doesn't mean I can only fight in the sword arts-"
Trevour: "So you know something else?"
Nathan: "Well, no.. But that's not the point."
Trevour: "Right, sir. Please continue."
Nathan: "Sexism, not that there are many reasons to hit someone, but just because of their gender, it doesn't suddenly mean they're weak defenceless creatures."
Trevour: "No, sir. A man should never hit a woman-"
Nathan: "So you think women are lower than men?"
Trevour: "Of course not-"
Nathan: "So why should you not treat them-"
Trevour: "Like a man? Because they're not, sir."
Nathan: "I was actually going to say, equals."
Trevour: "Equals?"
Nathan: "You're not treating them as equals if you have to act differently towards them."
Trevour: (I.. Never saw it from that perspective before-) *He rubbed his eyes in a tired-like manner.* "So, you'll treat someone with disabilities the same? Or perhaps even an elderly couple?"
Nathan: "No."
Trevour: "Then I see a contradiction in your insights-"
Nathan: "You treat them differently, not because of what they are.. You treat them differently because you have respect."
Trevour: "I don't quite follow, sir. Sounds like a cheap way to ignore the hole in your moral."
Nathan: "I see them as equals, no matter how mentally or physical impaired they are. It's just me treating them differently due to respect. I don't treat them differently because I see them any less."
Trevour: "Then you could say the same about women."
Nathan: "But there is nothing wrong with women."
Trevour: "And there's nothing wrong with disabled or elderly people?"
Nathan: *He sighed, slowly closing his eyes.* (You don't seem to understand what I mean..)
Trevour: "Nathan?"
Nathan: "..." *He started to breathe heavily, as he slowly fell into slumber.*
Trevour: "Sir?"
Nathan: "Zzzz."
Trevour: "Good night, sir." *He closed his eyes and smiled.* (Thank you for giving me a perspective sight of your life..)
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*Luna and the champion walked into their room, gently closing the door behind them.*
Champion: "Here we go-" *She hobbled towards the closest bed and leant over it, guiding Luna onto it.*
Luna: *She felt the sheets on both sides, looking down in an awkward-like manner.* "Thanks, aye."
Champion: "May I please ask you a question?" *She smiled and hobbled towards the other vacant bed, keeping an eye on Luna.*
Luna: "Shoot."
Champion: "Your choice of speech. Is that the same way everyone speaks from your home world?"
Luna: "Aha, nah."
Champion: "Then why do you speak like that?"
Luna: "Where we grew up.. There was a lot of slang."
Champion: "Oh my, slang?"
Luna: "I don't know how to explain it."
Champion: "You don't really have a reason?"
Luna: "We talk like this 'cause we no longer cared."
Champion: "Your appearance."
Luna: "I can't really tell what you guys wear, but these clothes are normal."
Champion: "It's all black. Were you part of something?"
Luna: "Ahh..?" *She grunted in recollection, triggering flashbacks of cutting herself with Kylie and Kerry-Anne.* "Somethin'."
Champion: "Why did you come here? Are you here to invade somebody?"
Luna: "Huh? No. I didn't ask to come here." *She yawned, catching the champion's attention.*
Champion: (When she realised she wasn't from this world, she started to have panic attacks.. I've never seen someone naturally fear the beauty of Rostical in my entire life..)
Luna: "Is that all the questions?"
Champion: "Oh my, yes."
Luna: "..." *She stared at the ceiling in thought.*
Champion: *She looked uncomfortable, glancing at her enormous hunchback.* (It hurts a little more than usual today-)
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