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[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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[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.]

[red_planet_blues]

Because first of all, you're like, twelve. [Whatever, close enough.] Second of all, you don't look or act much like a pirate. Third, if'n you're not makin' stuff up, that means yer yet another person I need to keep my eye on. I may only be the marshal back on Mars, but I'm still an officer of the law here.

[Seriously, wasn't Yuffie enough of a headache?]

[gomu_ningen]

I'm not twelve! I'm-..

I'm-..

[The lad raises a single hand, looking at it as he contemplates the serious matter of remembering his age.]

Huh. I forgot how old I am.

[Whereas his tempter had flared when he'd been mistakenly called the "H-word" some months ago, when the Marshall of Mars makes the vocal assumption of his piracy, Luffy cannot help but take on a more drastic tone. The brim of his hat shadows his eyes, the black pupils looking to Sparks as he crosses his arms across his chest in defiance.]

I said I'm a pirate, so I'm a pirate. Got it? Besides, you're not a Marine, so you've got even less of a chance of taking me even if you tried.

[red_planet_blues]

You forgot. Of course. Kid, I started trainin' and catchin' criminals while you were still in diapers. Reckon I don't gotta be a Marine to know my stuff.

[This whole conversation had started off somewhat well. Too bad. He didn't really seem intimidated, but he knows he hit a nerve on Luffy.]

So long as ya don't cause any trouble, then I ain't got nothin' to worry about. Right?

[gomu_ningen]

Pfft. I never wore diapers!

[At least that's how he remembers it.]

I don't start trouble. Not unless trouble finds me and decides to say, "hello." Look, I'm a pirate, and that means living a free life on the sea without having to do what others tell you to do. I don't care about gold or stuff like that, just getting myself a crew and going back home so I can go find the One Piece and become the Pirate King.

[Yup. He just goes on about it as if Sparks should know what any of it means. Everyone knew about the Pirate King, right?]