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wrfmlogsarchiveWho: Roxas definitely, maybe others if someone decided they needed to talk to him...
What: He wants to stock up on some items and such and that means he needs munny. To the job postings!
Where: Outside of town, mostly
When: Oct. 2, noonish
Status: Depends on whether or not anyone wants to bug him
The posting said there was 'something dangerous' lurking around the Crystal Fissure. Given that the poster was one of the Moogles from the Synth shop and Moogles were rather small, there was a good chance that it wasn't as dangerous as the post made it out to be. Apparently, though, it did attack one of them when they went to the Fissure to gather some material for synthesis. Possibly, it had moved in after the White Mousse had been cleared out. The picture in the posting was just a shadowy form with glowing red eyes, based on the Moogle's description.
Even if it turned out that it wasn't as dangerous as the post made it out to be, caution seemed advisable. Talking to the Moogles earned Roxas a little more detail to go on. The monster was large, somewhat slow moving and powerful enough to take chunks out of the wall when it had struck. Going on that information...
"If it's a behemoth, I'm going to skin that Moogle," he grumbled under his breath. He had arrived at the fissure about a half hour ago and was looking around for signs of the monster. It didn't take him long to find the gashes in the wall that the Moogles had mentioned. They looked to have been made by an axe or maybe a large sword.
A large sword, perhaps like the ones used by the bipedal behemoths from Ivalice. There were also some footprints, which gave a better idea of the size of the beast. The prints were about the size of large serving platters and looked like the paw prints of a mutated dog. There were discernible pads and some small marks that were probably where the tips of long claws had touched the ground. The pattern of the footprints suggested that whatever it was, it was walking on two legs. The was a distinctive smell in the area too. Roxas couldn't quite place it and he assumed the only reason he was even noticing it at the moment was because he did have something left of that curse. It was the same for some sounds too. If there was any improvement in how well he could see in the dark, he hadn't noticed it yet. Whether any of this was good or not, he wasn't sure.
The sound of heavy footsteps drew Roxas's attention away from the wall and the footprints and his thoughts to a shadow looming around the corner at the other end of the Fissure. Yep, behemoth. Lovely. Suppressing an urge to give in right away and go tell the Moogles to hire someone else, Roxas moved to the other entrance into the fissure and waited. There was no way he was fighting that thing in a tight space. Instead, he rather liked the idea of luring it out into the open. So he waited until it came around the corner and saw him.
It froze, naturally, and stared at him for a moment. Obviously, finding an intruder in the place it had taken as a den must have been a bit annoying. But Roxas wound up staring as well. It was green and bipedal, as he'd guessed was possible when he'd seen the marks on the walls and the footprints. Generally, if it was a behemoth like thing and it wasn't purple, it was stronger than a normal behemoth. At least, that was what Roxas had observed and that didn't include the Werewolf things in Ivalice that were supposedly related to behemoths. And if he had to guess, this one was about eight and half or nine feet tall. Lovely.
The brute stared for another moment before it gave a bellow and smashed a random chunk of crystal as a show of power. Roxas replied with a loud raspberry and turned and ran when the beast roared again and charged. Out in the open, he turned and blasted the mouth of the fissure with a Blizzaga. The behemoth thing only slowed slightly from the spell, having blocked the worst of it with the flat side of its blade. After another bellow, the brute charged, broad sword raised high to attempt to cleave the Keybearer in two. Roxas was in no way dumb enough to try to block or even deflect the attack. He dodged it and took a swipe at the behemoth's belly, almost giving the monster an easy opportunity to punch him. It was close. He felt a faint breeze as he ducked the punch and backed off.
After another brief exchange, the brute swung the blade sideways, too low to duck under it. Roxas jumped over it instead and then jumped back as the brute brought it back quickly, trying to get him on the rebound. Once more, twice more, with the same result. Well then, if it going to keep trying that, Roxas might as well use it to his advantage. The fourth time the brute brought the blade in from the side, Roxas jumped onto it and used it to boost toward the monster's head to give it a Blizzard right to the face. It reacted with a wild flail, throwing him off and almost managing to catch him with its blade. He rolled with the momentum and came up running, putting in some distance while the behemoth thing was throwing its tantrum.
Well, the Blizzard had done some damage, if the notable amount of blood running from the side of monster's face was any hint. But that may also have served only to piss it off. It charged again, its attacks wilder and much harder to predict. This was why Roxas had wanted some space. Fighting in the tighter space was possible, but incredibly risky, not to mention the possibility that the monster could bring the cavern down. This was bad, though. While he could cast his spells on the fly, they would be a bit less effective for the rush in casting and this bastard was too big to make it flinch.
Or was it?
In the middle of another set of wild swings from the behemoth, Roxas threw one Keyblade at its face, busting it right in the mouth. It flinched. He threw the second Keyblade before it could recover, this time smacking the monster in the throat. It stepped back, clutching at its throat with its empty hand. Roxas recalled the Keyblades and took a couple of quick swipes at the brute's belly, only to have the beast respond by swatting at him with the hand that had been by its throat. He couldn't dodge it and it really was just a swat. A proper attack would probably have crushed his skull. As it was, he staggered and barely had enough time to collect himself before the monster recovered enough to launch a fresh attack. With his head still spinning a little from the blow, it was all he could do just to avoid taking a hit and the bastard was backing him toward the edge of the ravine.
Why exactly had he lead the beast to Dark Depths for this fight?
Just when he thought it was out of tricks, it turned around and swiped at him with its tail, catching him in the side and sending him tumbling down the side of the ravine. He fetched up against a rock jutting out about halfway up from the bottom, uncertain of whether the pain in his side was from broken ribs or not and whether it had happened when he'd hit the rock or when the behemoth had struck him with its tail. Either way, he lay still for a bit, listening to the monster bellowing and apparently thumping its chest like an ape. It was celebrating.
'Jumping the gun a little is more like it," Roxas thought as he took a moment to assess his situation. He supposed breathing would hurt a lot more if his ribs were broken, so just bruised it seemed. Combined with bruises and scrapes and possibly pulled or torn muscles elsehwere, it sucked, but was nowhere close to being an issue. He cast a Cura spell under his breath and waited a bit. The monster continued to celebrate, having now moved out to a smalling outcropping jutting from the top of the ravine. Quietly, Roxas picked himself up to a better position to be aiming a spell. Keyblades out, he checked where the brute was likely to fall in this went as planned.
Perfect.
He threw the Keyblades, one after the other and then cast Holy while the brute was overbalanced from the Keyblade strikes. It fell, tumbling down close to the outcropping Roxas was perched on as its sword bounced off elsewhere. Roxas recalled the Keyblades and waited until the beast tumbled past before taking off down the steep incline after it. It tumbled to a halt about a third of the way from the bottom. Just as it sorted itself out and looked up, he brought Oblivion down on its head, once, twice, and then jumped back and gave it a Blizzaga to the face. Blinded now, it swung its fists wildly, trying to crush the surprisingly threatening little creature. Roxas retreated a little and cast Thundaga this time. With one last bellow, the monster collapsed, having never regained its footing after the tumble.
Roxas did not approach the monster right away. Not until after it made a sickly rasping sound and went silent. The Moogles wanted one of its horns as proof it was dead. Roxas suspected they also wanted it to make something out of it, in which case, they'd have to pay for it. Come to think of it, if they'd fit through the opening, his bag of holding could take both horns. He could sell one to the Moogles, thus getting some other compensation for the trouble he went through while giving them their proof, and maybe sell the other one to the other weapon smith in town.
It took longer than he cared for to actually cut the horns off and it was rather messy, leaving him glad he hadn't worn his favorite clothes. The hike back to town would be a pain in the ass, but there was no practical reason to hang around and deal with any other monsters.
This whole thing might have been easier if the Moogle who'd actually seen the thing had given a more accurate description... Roxas wondered briefly how much a Moogle pelt would sell for before deciding it might not be worth the trouble.
What: He wants to stock up on some items and such and that means he needs munny. To the job postings!
Where: Outside of town, mostly
When: Oct. 2, noonish
Status: Depends on whether or not anyone wants to bug him
The posting said there was 'something dangerous' lurking around the Crystal Fissure. Given that the poster was one of the Moogles from the Synth shop and Moogles were rather small, there was a good chance that it wasn't as dangerous as the post made it out to be. Apparently, though, it did attack one of them when they went to the Fissure to gather some material for synthesis. Possibly, it had moved in after the White Mousse had been cleared out. The picture in the posting was just a shadowy form with glowing red eyes, based on the Moogle's description.
Even if it turned out that it wasn't as dangerous as the post made it out to be, caution seemed advisable. Talking to the Moogles earned Roxas a little more detail to go on. The monster was large, somewhat slow moving and powerful enough to take chunks out of the wall when it had struck. Going on that information...
"If it's a behemoth, I'm going to skin that Moogle," he grumbled under his breath. He had arrived at the fissure about a half hour ago and was looking around for signs of the monster. It didn't take him long to find the gashes in the wall that the Moogles had mentioned. They looked to have been made by an axe or maybe a large sword.
A large sword, perhaps like the ones used by the bipedal behemoths from Ivalice. There were also some footprints, which gave a better idea of the size of the beast. The prints were about the size of large serving platters and looked like the paw prints of a mutated dog. There were discernible pads and some small marks that were probably where the tips of long claws had touched the ground. The pattern of the footprints suggested that whatever it was, it was walking on two legs. The was a distinctive smell in the area too. Roxas couldn't quite place it and he assumed the only reason he was even noticing it at the moment was because he did have something left of that curse. It was the same for some sounds too. If there was any improvement in how well he could see in the dark, he hadn't noticed it yet. Whether any of this was good or not, he wasn't sure.
The sound of heavy footsteps drew Roxas's attention away from the wall and the footprints and his thoughts to a shadow looming around the corner at the other end of the Fissure. Yep, behemoth. Lovely. Suppressing an urge to give in right away and go tell the Moogles to hire someone else, Roxas moved to the other entrance into the fissure and waited. There was no way he was fighting that thing in a tight space. Instead, he rather liked the idea of luring it out into the open. So he waited until it came around the corner and saw him.
It froze, naturally, and stared at him for a moment. Obviously, finding an intruder in the place it had taken as a den must have been a bit annoying. But Roxas wound up staring as well. It was green and bipedal, as he'd guessed was possible when he'd seen the marks on the walls and the footprints. Generally, if it was a behemoth like thing and it wasn't purple, it was stronger than a normal behemoth. At least, that was what Roxas had observed and that didn't include the Werewolf things in Ivalice that were supposedly related to behemoths. And if he had to guess, this one was about eight and half or nine feet tall. Lovely.
The brute stared for another moment before it gave a bellow and smashed a random chunk of crystal as a show of power. Roxas replied with a loud raspberry and turned and ran when the beast roared again and charged. Out in the open, he turned and blasted the mouth of the fissure with a Blizzaga. The behemoth thing only slowed slightly from the spell, having blocked the worst of it with the flat side of its blade. After another bellow, the brute charged, broad sword raised high to attempt to cleave the Keybearer in two. Roxas was in no way dumb enough to try to block or even deflect the attack. He dodged it and took a swipe at the behemoth's belly, almost giving the monster an easy opportunity to punch him. It was close. He felt a faint breeze as he ducked the punch and backed off.
After another brief exchange, the brute swung the blade sideways, too low to duck under it. Roxas jumped over it instead and then jumped back as the brute brought it back quickly, trying to get him on the rebound. Once more, twice more, with the same result. Well then, if it going to keep trying that, Roxas might as well use it to his advantage. The fourth time the brute brought the blade in from the side, Roxas jumped onto it and used it to boost toward the monster's head to give it a Blizzard right to the face. It reacted with a wild flail, throwing him off and almost managing to catch him with its blade. He rolled with the momentum and came up running, putting in some distance while the behemoth thing was throwing its tantrum.
Well, the Blizzard had done some damage, if the notable amount of blood running from the side of monster's face was any hint. But that may also have served only to piss it off. It charged again, its attacks wilder and much harder to predict. This was why Roxas had wanted some space. Fighting in the tighter space was possible, but incredibly risky, not to mention the possibility that the monster could bring the cavern down. This was bad, though. While he could cast his spells on the fly, they would be a bit less effective for the rush in casting and this bastard was too big to make it flinch.
Or was it?
In the middle of another set of wild swings from the behemoth, Roxas threw one Keyblade at its face, busting it right in the mouth. It flinched. He threw the second Keyblade before it could recover, this time smacking the monster in the throat. It stepped back, clutching at its throat with its empty hand. Roxas recalled the Keyblades and took a couple of quick swipes at the brute's belly, only to have the beast respond by swatting at him with the hand that had been by its throat. He couldn't dodge it and it really was just a swat. A proper attack would probably have crushed his skull. As it was, he staggered and barely had enough time to collect himself before the monster recovered enough to launch a fresh attack. With his head still spinning a little from the blow, it was all he could do just to avoid taking a hit and the bastard was backing him toward the edge of the ravine.
Why exactly had he lead the beast to Dark Depths for this fight?
Just when he thought it was out of tricks, it turned around and swiped at him with its tail, catching him in the side and sending him tumbling down the side of the ravine. He fetched up against a rock jutting out about halfway up from the bottom, uncertain of whether the pain in his side was from broken ribs or not and whether it had happened when he'd hit the rock or when the behemoth had struck him with its tail. Either way, he lay still for a bit, listening to the monster bellowing and apparently thumping its chest like an ape. It was celebrating.
'Jumping the gun a little is more like it," Roxas thought as he took a moment to assess his situation. He supposed breathing would hurt a lot more if his ribs were broken, so just bruised it seemed. Combined with bruises and scrapes and possibly pulled or torn muscles elsehwere, it sucked, but was nowhere close to being an issue. He cast a Cura spell under his breath and waited a bit. The monster continued to celebrate, having now moved out to a smalling outcropping jutting from the top of the ravine. Quietly, Roxas picked himself up to a better position to be aiming a spell. Keyblades out, he checked where the brute was likely to fall in this went as planned.
Perfect.
He threw the Keyblades, one after the other and then cast Holy while the brute was overbalanced from the Keyblade strikes. It fell, tumbling down close to the outcropping Roxas was perched on as its sword bounced off elsewhere. Roxas recalled the Keyblades and waited until the beast tumbled past before taking off down the steep incline after it. It tumbled to a halt about a third of the way from the bottom. Just as it sorted itself out and looked up, he brought Oblivion down on its head, once, twice, and then jumped back and gave it a Blizzaga to the face. Blinded now, it swung its fists wildly, trying to crush the surprisingly threatening little creature. Roxas retreated a little and cast Thundaga this time. With one last bellow, the monster collapsed, having never regained its footing after the tumble.
Roxas did not approach the monster right away. Not until after it made a sickly rasping sound and went silent. The Moogles wanted one of its horns as proof it was dead. Roxas suspected they also wanted it to make something out of it, in which case, they'd have to pay for it. Come to think of it, if they'd fit through the opening, his bag of holding could take both horns. He could sell one to the Moogles, thus getting some other compensation for the trouble he went through while giving them their proof, and maybe sell the other one to the other weapon smith in town.
It took longer than he cared for to actually cut the horns off and it was rather messy, leaving him glad he hadn't worn his favorite clothes. The hike back to town would be a pain in the ass, but there was no practical reason to hang around and deal with any other monsters.
This whole thing might have been easier if the Moogle who'd actually seen the thing had given a more accurate description... Roxas wondered briefly how much a Moogle pelt would sell for before deciding it might not be worth the trouble.
