Arrival The scent of fresh grass and flowers replaced the smell of rust and fumes from Midgar's Shinra tower. Across his face was the breeze of a balmy summer day, the last memory he had was battle. Angeal hadn't stirred yet to see what had become of him though he felt like he was in a pleasant place and didn't want to wake up.
A moogle sailed his way toward the sleeping warrior carrying a mail bag slung over his shoulder with his light blue pom-pom trailing behind him. "Oh, he better not wake up without me, kupo!" he fretted until he reached the fire crystal in the center of town to see his intended master.
"Hurray, kupo!" He cheered and hovered over the large, sleeping body of Angeal Hewley. "Hm," the moogle studied his companion "he looks kinda...mean, kupo."
The moogle looked about to see if there was some sort of mistake and saw that other moogles were taking their places. With a sigh, his tiny, plump body slumped. "I guess I'm stuck with him."
And so, he poked the large man's cheek. "Kupo?" His voice became meek and small with one stubby arm pointed to Angeal's face to poke once more. "Wake up, kupo."
"Wake up, kupo" Angeal's dream was starting to take form and now he started to hear voices. The warrior's eyes fluttered open to see a blurry blob of pale lavender, red and light blue. He blinked once more as his vision cleared.
Angeal wasn't sure if he was still locked in his dream but his senses were telling him what logic couldn't piece together. He stood up and looked around with slow steps. Was he hallucinating? Did Hollander's research to find a cure for Genesis put him in a coma?
"Im...possible," Angeal softly mused.
The moogle huffed and flew around Angeal's shoulder. "I'm a moogle and moogles aren't impossible, kupo! I'm Mogington McMoogle, kupo!" The moogle added with a chastising tone and one arm pointing accusingly at Angeal.
It was then that Angeal's dark blue eyes blinked at the sight. "Angeal." He said with a nod of finality.
Much to the moogle's chagrin, the little floating creature had hoped for a better introduction but the name was unmistakable. To the moogle, he was a hero of legend and that meant he was going to go down in moogle history. As for Angeal, he was a bit more than slightly disorientated but the moogle had decided to aid his companion and spoke about his purpose with the warrior.
While Angeal had trouble understanding, at the very least he had a guide and the two had moved toward other parts of the town. The tale-tell Buster Sword on his back was unmistakable, at least for those that recognized it.
Angeal Hewley
The scent of fresh grass and flowers replaced the smell of rust and fumes from Midgar's Shinra tower. Across his face was the breeze of a balmy summer day, the last memory he had was battle. Angeal hadn't stirred yet to see what had become of him though he felt like he was in a pleasant place and didn't want to wake up.
A moogle sailed his way toward the sleeping warrior carrying a mail bag slung over his shoulder with his light blue pom-pom trailing behind him. "Oh, he better not wake up without me, kupo!" he fretted until he reached the fire crystal in the center of town to see his intended master.
"Hurray, kupo!" He cheered and hovered over the large, sleeping body of Angeal Hewley. "Hm," the moogle studied his companion "he looks kinda...mean, kupo."
The moogle looked about to see if there was some sort of mistake and saw that other moogles were taking their places. With a sigh, his tiny, plump body slumped. "I guess I'm stuck with him."
And so, he poked the large man's cheek. "Kupo?" His voice became meek and small with one stubby arm pointed to Angeal's face to poke once more. "Wake up, kupo."
"Wake up, kupo" Angeal's dream was starting to take form and now he started to hear voices. The warrior's eyes fluttered open to see a blurry blob of pale lavender, red and light blue. He blinked once more as his vision cleared.
Angeal wasn't sure if he was still locked in his dream but his senses were telling him what logic couldn't piece together. He stood up and looked around with slow steps. Was he hallucinating? Did Hollander's research to find a cure for Genesis put him in a coma?
"Im...possible," Angeal softly mused.
The moogle huffed and flew around Angeal's shoulder. "I'm a moogle and moogles aren't impossible, kupo! I'm Mogington McMoogle, kupo!" The moogle added with a chastising tone and one arm pointing accusingly at Angeal.
It was then that Angeal's dark blue eyes blinked at the sight. "Angeal." He said with a nod of finality.
Much to the moogle's chagrin, the little floating creature had hoped for a better introduction but the name was unmistakable. To the moogle, he was a hero of legend and that meant he was going to go down in moogle history. As for Angeal, he was a bit more than slightly disorientated but the moogle had decided to aid his companion and spoke about his purpose with the warrior.
While Angeal had trouble understanding, at the very least he had a guide and the two had moved toward other parts of the town. The tale-tell Buster Sword on his back was unmistakable, at least for those that recognized it.