OPEN

[red_planet_blues]

Who: Sparks Nevada and you!
When: Nov. 17-24
Where: Trano Golsaucia and Aerilon
Summary: the Mars trio do some investigating and spend some quality time together.
Warnings: None!



In Sparks's opinion, getting out of Aqures Ixen for the week seemed like a welcome change of pace. It wasn't exactly a vacation, but to him, that was fine. A little investigative work would be good, and he was interested in getting their collective hands on the Black Mage Moogle, considering what it had just put him through. He was especially happy that Red agreed to come along. He may have been put off for just a minute when Jim agreed to come along too, but he got over it fast.


Trano Golsaucia, 17th-20th
This was a city that was hard to keep on task in, considering everything there was to do. There was now the added Starlight Celebration festivities on top of the usual distractions, and extra tourists to make navigating the crowds just a little bit trickier.

There was still a job to done, though, and plenty of people to talk to. But could one particular moogle be spotted in a place like this?


Aerilon, 22nd-24th
Turns out this city is busy too, thanks to the exceptional sales happening. It's a much different city than Trano Golsaucia though, and the three quickly realize that they need to be on their toes here. They residents might not be robots, but they know bandits when they see them. Chances that the moogle got to this far-away island could be low, and if there's any information to be found, it might not come cheap. It's still worth checking into, though.


[[OOC note - Each of the characters will have their own prompts that will be open to all characters eventually, so feel free to tag around if your character is in these cities!]]

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Re: Sparks - OPEN - Trano Goldsaucia Nov. 19

[gomu_ningen]

Still wearing the mile or so of bandages around his body, the young pirate stood behind the well-known Sheriff. Blinking, he poked at his own nostrils, piping up only when the moment seemed right. He'd been walking behind him for a few minutes or so, wondering where he'd been heading with the spoils of his victory.

"She wouldn't what? Eat 'em? They don't look very tasty."

[red_planet_blues]

It didn't seem like Sparks had been going anywhere in a hurry, and was mostly walking around to think to himself, occasionally out loud. He was about to answer Luffy's question with his usual sarcasm, but when he turned around, those bandages were a little distracting.

"Oh yeah, stuffed toys'r-- Whoa. What the heck happened to you?"

[gomu_ningen]

"Huh?"

He looks himself over, eying his bandages as he lifts one foot up and then the other to give each of them a fair assessment.

"These?"

A low growl echoes in his lungs before the biting tone finally comes out of his throat.

"That Seper-floss guy with the long sword did this! He didn't kill Zelda, but then he did kill Zelda, but she's fine now and.. HE JUST GOT A FEW HITS IN ON ME, OKAY?!"

[red_planet_blues]

"Seper-wha? Oh. Sephiroth?" So this was probably from the incident in the forest. Sparks grimaces a little.

"Yeah, well. Sure ya did yer best. Why haven't ya just got someone to use a Cure spell on ya though?"

Sparks wasn't a big fan of magic, except for that part. Those healing spells were handy.

[gomu_ningen]

"..."

He puts a fist to his open palm, the realization that magic was very much a thing that existed here finally coming to thought.

"Oh yeah! I forgot about that. Oh well."

He scans over his bandages once more, snorting at how ridiculous he must appear.

"Guess you came out of things just fine, huh? You get stuck in the woods, too?"

[red_planet_blues]

"Umm..." Sparks grimaced slightly. Things had gone anything but fine for him in the forest. Quite the opposite. But he really didn't want to get into the details.

"It's.... Yeah. Fine. I mean none of it was really our fault, so. Yeah."

[gomu_ningen]

The simple lad nods his head slowly, giving a scratch to the side of his head as he finally snaps back to his reason for being in the city.

"We'll find him. That crazy moogle, I mean. He's got a lot to answer for. A lot."

He keeps having to re-tie the bandages around his fists, the wrappings coming undone every time he clenches his fists in anger from the temporary death that Zelda had succumbed to.

"Any idea what moogles taste like?"

[red_planet_blues]

That got a raised eyebrow and a sideways glance from the marshal.

"Are you... planning on eating it? Gross."

[gomu_ningen]

Luffy gives the marshal a rather hard stare, tiny, itty-bitty pupils looking to the man with such intent that he can only be speaking with severity.

"It's an animal, isn't it?"

[red_planet_blues]

Sparks grimaces slightly.

"More like an intelligent race of things that look cute 'n fuzzy. Like, do you wanna eat people? 'N the tarutaru? Seriously, man. Gross."

[gomu_ningen]

"There's lotsa' cute stuff that tastes good. Like fish, and cows, and ham-melons. They're cute, too."

Such a warped sense of culinary tastes there, Luffy.

[red_planet_blues]

"Yeah, but those like, don't talk. And hold jobs. And what in the world is a ham-melon? Y'know what, I don't wanna know. If ya find him, don't eat him. If anything, I'm throwin' his fuzzy behind in jail for a good, long time for this."

[gomu_ningen]

[Luffy gives a blank stare at the lawful martian, blinking his eyes before flicking a single finger at his own nose.]

Don't eat 'em. Got it. But, what good is putting him in jail going to do? Won't he just break out? Moogles are clever little guys, aren't they?

[red_planet_blues]

[Sparks looks nearly affronted for a moment, before scoffing at Luffy.]

Pssh. Not more clever than me. I'll keep 'im there, you can bet on that.

[gomu_ningen]

[He had no need to argue or give any opposition, but it was hard not to play along with the idea when the Marshall looked so sure of himself. He puts his hands behind his head, pouting his lips together as he lets out a small burst of air between his rattling lips.]

Pfft. No you won't.

[red_planet_blues]

[Sparks folks his arms, one eyebrow raised. he's locked up much more dangerous criminals than a moogle.]

Uh, I totally will.

[Don't you think for a second that he's above this sort of argument, Luffy.]

[gomu_ningen]

[These are the sorts of arguments that Luffy knows best.]

Nope. Totally won't. He's tiny. Got tiny legs. Tiny hands, tiny feet. He'll break out. 'Cause he's tiny.

[Totally makes sense to him, at least until another thought occurs to him.]

What are you, a member of the Marines or something?

[red_planet_blues]

Nuh-uh. I'll just a tinier cell then. [SO THERE.]

Marine? Nah. I've told you I was the marshal back in my home world, right? [Mars or not, he still introcudes himself to everyone as Marshal Nevada.]

[gomu_ningen]

You're a Marshal? I thought Marshal was your name. You know? 'Marshal Sparks Nevada'.

[A points to himself, speaking in the same manner of syllables in which he broke down Sparks' assumed name.]

'Monkey D. Luffy'.

[red_planet_blues]

What? No, 'Marshal' is a title. Sparks is my first name. Your name is actually Monkey?

[Like a guy named Sparks has any room to talk.]

[gomu_ningen]

It's one of my names! Luffy's my name. Well, my first name. And what's wrong with Monkey? Monkey is a cool name!

[No, it isn't cool. It's goofy, if anything.]

[red_planet_blues]

Yeaaah I don't know about you, but "cool" ain't the first thing that comes to mind when I hear "monkey".

[gomu_ningen]

Prolly 'cause your mind doesn't know what cool is.

[The lad sticks his tongue out partway to the Marshall, showing him just how flat he can make it before turning on the "ol' raspberry".]

Monkey is a great name! People are gonna' know me as Monkey D. Luffy, the King of the Pirates! [He grins brightly at the thought, crossing his arms and standing confidently as he preaches on.] It looks good on wanted posters, too!

[red_planet_blues]

I do so. And-- wait, wanted posters? You're a pirate. [Have a look of complete non-belief. He's going to need some evidence here.]

[gomu_ningen]

Yeah, I'm a pirate. Why you ask?

[That's a strange tone to take with him. The outlaw can't help but raise an eyebrow at the inflection of the Marshall's word.]