[Closed] Spirits High and Low: Workin' for the Weekend

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Who: Kanji, Naomi, Okuyasu, Dante must dine, Naoto, Snow White, Kuja, Red and Adrien
When: Throughout October
Where: Hisan, Lavode, Kiddilion, Nakagawa, Sparks Golsaucia
What: Things are gettin' a little spooky in Vaikuntha! Kanji's not the sharpest crayon in the box, but that doesn't stop him from helping anybody he can with what he's got!
Warnings/Notes: Kanji's got a dirty mouth. Okuyasu's got a dirty mouth. Red's got dog puns. Cover the eyes of the children, before they F-bomb you at the dinner table.




"Shit... still ain't enough." He scowled at the number down on the corner of the iMog display. He'd been saving up for something, but wasn't realizing just how expensive it truly was. He'd worked extra hours, dunked in commissions almost daily, and flexed every last brain cell using the budgeting tips he'd learned from his mother, ever the businesswoman.

Hell, if it weren't for her, Junes would have turned its eyes on devouring Tatsumi Textiles like it had with so many of its neighbors. Couldn't top her dye technique, that's for sure.

"Ufufuuuu... planning a secret shopping trip for you-know-who? Starlight's coming up, kupo... and don't you dare forget to pick up something for me!" From her little hammock, Crepe Suzette the moogle looked away from her notepad, a rather comically oversized quill brought to pause from scratching away a few notes.

"None'a your business! I already got my Christmas stuff worked out, anyway. Even for you."

"So thoughtful, kupo! Now, I suppose I should do you a favor and speak with Cristo..."

"Naoto's moogle? What for?"

Suzette stared at him. Then, with a sigh, she went back to her notebook, the quill scratching continuing. "Never you mind, brute. If you're short on the shine, you just have to dig around for rumors and perhaps take on a few quests, kupo. There's never a shortage of work for a tank, especially one that's nearly mastered two tanking Asterisks, kupo! So get off your butt and let's get going! I never liked being idle, kupo."

Kanji shrugged and tucked away the slate. Might as well head out now. With her writing implements stowed away, Suzette found a perch in the hood of the boy's sweatshirt, wiggled to get comfortable, and hoped he knew where he needed to go first.


[ooc: Second verse, same as the first. Top-levels are each individual quest.]

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Moogles, man... they're cute but I'm gettin' a little tired of 'em!

[He swept a hand to the side, throwing a spray of icicles to trip up the avian steed, all while he hurried down the hill to catch up.

The chocobo began to slip and slide on the newly-formed ice slick, the horseman fighting with the reins to keep the bird steady.]

No you oaf, kupo, use your CLAWS...!

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[Hopefully this headless Mog still had his butt, because Red was itching to RAM HIS BOOT UP IT. After some further fumbling-- to heck with it, four shots loaded was enough!-- Red finally closed up his gunblade's chamber.

But perhaps he wouldn't have to use it after all. It'd be easier just getting that stupid mog dismounted. So his first move wouldn't be quite so fancy... it'd just be a swift punch with his gauntlet while the Mog struggled with the terrain.

Let's see it try and sling those kupo nuts around from ankle-height.]

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Where in the underworld did I even FIND you, kupo!? What're you- OOF-

[Slugged by the caninu. The chocobo wailed, wavered, and fell in a heap. The headless moogle, in the meantime, fell and bounced.

Bounced and rolled.

A pumpkin growing in a nearby patch stopped him with a FLUMP, leaving his little legs kicking as he fought to stay upright. Kanji finally caught up and frowned, peering from beneath his hood.]

Huh. Annoying, but easy. So, what happens-

[The moogle finally got himself upright, paws patting the large pumpkin now sitting on his shoulders. Then he just sort of... stood there, claws feeling over where a face would be.]

...Uhhh...

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...Uhhh...?

[Wait. Was that it? One punch and he goes down? Was that even supposed to work on ghosts? Or did Red whallop him so hard he actually got confused?

...Somewhat hesitantly, Red walked over, kneeled down, and prodded the gourd-prosthetic with the hilt of his gunblade.]

...You done, guy?

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[The moogle's response was to put up his tiny dukes and try to swing blindly at the prodding gunblade that poked at him.]

GIVE ME YOUR HEAD, you cur...!

But you freakin' HAVE a... a head...?

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Pff. Yeah, and it's an improvement. [Maybe it didn't make that much sense given he didn't even have a head before, but it was still enough of a joke for Red to laugh.

Still squinting his struck eye, Red crams the Kupo nut squarely in the middle.]

There's your nose.

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Hah! That's a cute nose. Look, I think he likes it.

Wait, he's been bitchin' about a head this whole time. Maybe it's not takin' our heads but takin' A head. Y'think?

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[That word might have been offensive to Red if he had a bit more knowledge of the connotations. Still, maybe Kanji had the right idea here...

Red gave a rap of his knuckles against the top of the gourd. It's kinda... hollow, in there, but if it's good enough for the weird moogle ghost...]

...So long as it gets him off his warpath. You're good with this kinda thing, right? Makin' those... dolls and stuff?

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S'just a hobby... but I don't have somethin' to paint with or cut holes with. I mean, maybe you could use that pig-sticker on your gun.

[He gestures to the gunblade.]

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This thing? If I were to try that he'd have a head without a face!

[He shoves the Gunblade into Kanji's hands.]

C'mon, don't you do this as a job?

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[He had to blink rather dumbly, holding this weird weapon as if he'd never held a gun in his life. Spoilers: He hasn't.]

Uhhm... I mean, it ain't a kitchen knife, but...

[Fuck it. He held it awkwardly, and began carving a pair of those signature moogle eyes, the cute squint that began to give an unreal glow the moment he pushed the knife beyond the flesh of the pumpkin to its oddly hollowed middle.]

Should he be smiling, do I give him angry eyes...?

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[The backseat artist leans in.]

OH! OH! Give 'im eyebrows. Big, macho, angry eyebrows!

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[With his tongue caught between his lips for focus, he nodded, mildly distracted as he turned the blade and did a few scrapes to shape some big, manly eyebrows over the glowing eyes. They were just big enough, just macho enough to really add personality to the otherwise hard-to-read face.]

Then a nose, I guess... s'weird how ya can't really see moogle mouths.

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[Now THAT was a horseman. Or... horsemog. Or somethin'. Red snickered giddily at Kanji's handiwork, but drummed a finger against the big nut in response.]

Nah, the Kupo Nut's fine for that. Don't think he'd feel right without that big moogle nose.

Does he need a mouth, too? One word, Kanji: fangs.

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Riiight. Right. Okay, one sec...

[Crescent shaped slash for the bottom part of the mouth, but he needed a minute to start forming the top part with the fangs intact. Why not a fangy grin to go with the evil eyebrows of manliness?]

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Oh! Wait wait wait...

[Red rummaged around on the ground for a few seconds, peeking through the grass for-- AH, there's that other kupo nut that had been thrown his way. He'll just pick it up, hit it with a nearby rock to crack it in half, and...

doof, doof

pointed little semi-spheres were jammed in the top of the pumpkin in facsimile of ears.]

Hey, it's startin' to come together!

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Yeah, it actually looks badass...! Just needs some kinda... pom-pom thingie.

[He looked out over the fields.]

Whadda we got that's like a pom-pom?

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Uh... shoot, that's gonna be tricky. Maybe some'a those wheat stalks over there? --no, that'd be too pointy...

[Red's eyes join Kanji's in scanning the fields, albeit with his hand still on their mog... model's gourd. Can't risk the little psycho running around and slinging nuts again.]

Uaagh, there isn't a whole lot of fluffy material to be found out here, is there...

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...Hmm... fluffy...

[He leaned and sort of inspected Red for just a moment, until he reached out and snatched a tuft of loose fur.]

There! Fluffy!

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OW!!

[Enjoy having a dog bap you on the head, Kanji.]

Y'ever heard of askin' before ya do somethin' like that?!

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Oh. ...Ya weren't shedding.

[He made a face and brushed off his jacket.]

Then where the hell'd all this fur on my clothes come from!?

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It's been a rough week, okay.

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Oh... uh... well, we got pom-pom material...

Look, I'm sorry, a'right!? Sheesh.

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Fine, fine, just get that thing on his gourd so we can go home.

[He delicately rubs his eye, fluttering his eyelid open.]

Unless you feel like makin' up a block of magic ice for me.

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[He took a stalk of seeding grass and plunked it right in, wrapping the dog fur around it. With his hands free, he brought them together to coalesce some ice aether and press it into a solid form. This rough ball of ice was what he'd hand to Red.]

There ya go. ...What the...!?

[The spirit between them had begun to fade.]