Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Legend of The Diamond Sword ❯ Naming The Clan ( Chapter 4 )
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By: TikiGoddess 
Maye is introduced to her new clan.
Non Anime: Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Adventure / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.04.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 843 | Visits: 184 | Status: Completed
Maye is introduced to her new clan.
Non Anime: Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Adventure / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.04.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 843 | Visits: 184 | Status: Completed
Chapter 4: Naming The Clan
The moogle lead me away from the town square and down some quieter streets before stopping in front of an average, unassuming building. He knocked on the door, which opened a crack. A few whispered words were exchanged before the door opened all the way and we were allowed inside.
The interior was poorly lit, but once my eyes adjusted from the sunny outdoors to the dim room, I could make out the features of the others well enough. In front of the shuttered window, a Viera in an archer’s uniform sat, her eyes flicking back and forth between a knothole in the shutter and me. I had to try hard not to stare at her impressive ears; my first inclination was to run up and run my hands along them. I hadn’t been able to read the words in Jinx’s strange book, but I didn’t need to in order to guess how well that act would be received.
I had to force myself to take in the Bangaa’s features as tactfully as I had the Viera’s, but for a different reason. I was easily ten feet away from the Bangaa, but part of me wanted to be on completely opposite sides of the building from him. I’d seen a Komodo Dragon once, up close, and that’s what the Bangaa faintly reminded me of. Only, Komodo Dragons didn’t wear monks’ robes or walk on their hind legs, and they certainly never wore Kaiser knuckles.
A Nu Mou sat next to the Bangaa at the round dining table, looking complacent with his surroundings. He probably wouldn’t have minded, much less noticed, if I took the time to look at him in close detail. He wore the robes of a white mage, and one knobby hand gripped a white staff. Every now and then, his fingers would shift on the pole, and the end of the staff would drag across the ground.
‘If manatees could walk and had long ears, that’s what they would look like,’ I thought mildly.
There were two more moogles chattering in excited ‘kupo’-speak with the moogle that had lead me to this strange gathering, one of them wearing the attire of an Animus, and the other, a thief’s traditionally light, quiet clothes. Besides me, there was one other human in the room.
He wore a much more traditional soldier’s uniform than mine, including the hat (which had been blessedly left out of my outfit). He looked bright-eyed and eager, and I wondered if he had even been out on a mission yet.
Breaking away from his conversation, ‘my’ moogle cleared his throat and turned to address me.
“Please introduce yourself to the rest of the clan, kupo!” he said authoritatively.
“Maye,” I announced, and found myself wishing my name were more interesting.
“Kupo!” squeaked the moogle. “Welcome to our clan, Maye! Kupo! My name is Linnefelle. This, kupo--” he indicated the Animus moogle, “--is Jon, and this--” he indicated the thief moogle, “--is Jeris, Kupo!”
The Viera stood up, and I resisted the urge to take an intimidated step back. “My name is Tina,” she introduced, and her voice made me think of warm honey. “Welcome.”
“My name iss Neuman,” the Bangaa hissed, and I struggled desperately not to react to the chill that threatened to shake my spine.
“Balgard,” said the Nu Mou. His voice didn’t sound nearly as old as his appearance made me think he was, and his tone was rather inattentive.
“My name’s Zwingley,” said the soldier, offering a hand in greeting and shaking mine eagerly. “It’s nice to meet you!” The way he was trying so hard to focus on my face made me suddenly self-conscious about being female.
“Now that our group is established, kupo, we should pick a name!” Linnefelle suggested.
Jon and Jeris immediately began shouting out names and ‘kupo’ s with such frequency that it was impossible to tell what they were saying. While Linnefelle wrestled them into silence, the Viera looked at me and said “What do you think?”
“Yes, do you have a suggestion?” Zwingley asked. “After all, the Bangaa doesn’t really seem to care, and the Nu Mou doesn’t mind what name we go by.”
“Nusty! Kupo!” cried Jeris, who had managed to pry Linnefelle’s hand away from his face.
I stopped and thought for a moment, then said the first word that came to mind.
“Clan Chaos.”
Zwingley quietly tried the name, and Tina looked almost impressed.
“Nice,” she said. “Who would want to trifle with anything involving the word Chaos?”
Neuman flicked his tongue out, which may or may not have been a sign of distaste, and Balgard looked content.
“It’s settled!” Linnefelle cried before Jeris or Jon could say anything. “Clan Chaos it is!”
The moogle lead me away from the town square and down some quieter streets before stopping in front of an average, unassuming building. He knocked on the door, which opened a crack. A few whispered words were exchanged before the door opened all the way and we were allowed inside.
The interior was poorly lit, but once my eyes adjusted from the sunny outdoors to the dim room, I could make out the features of the others well enough. In front of the shuttered window, a Viera in an archer’s uniform sat, her eyes flicking back and forth between a knothole in the shutter and me. I had to try hard not to stare at her impressive ears; my first inclination was to run up and run my hands along them. I hadn’t been able to read the words in Jinx’s strange book, but I didn’t need to in order to guess how well that act would be received.
I had to force myself to take in the Bangaa’s features as tactfully as I had the Viera’s, but for a different reason. I was easily ten feet away from the Bangaa, but part of me wanted to be on completely opposite sides of the building from him. I’d seen a Komodo Dragon once, up close, and that’s what the Bangaa faintly reminded me of. Only, Komodo Dragons didn’t wear monks’ robes or walk on their hind legs, and they certainly never wore Kaiser knuckles.
A Nu Mou sat next to the Bangaa at the round dining table, looking complacent with his surroundings. He probably wouldn’t have minded, much less noticed, if I took the time to look at him in close detail. He wore the robes of a white mage, and one knobby hand gripped a white staff. Every now and then, his fingers would shift on the pole, and the end of the staff would drag across the ground.
‘If manatees could walk and had long ears, that’s what they would look like,’ I thought mildly.
There were two more moogles chattering in excited ‘kupo’-speak with the moogle that had lead me to this strange gathering, one of them wearing the attire of an Animus, and the other, a thief’s traditionally light, quiet clothes. Besides me, there was one other human in the room.
He wore a much more traditional soldier’s uniform than mine, including the hat (which had been blessedly left out of my outfit). He looked bright-eyed and eager, and I wondered if he had even been out on a mission yet.
Breaking away from his conversation, ‘my’ moogle cleared his throat and turned to address me.
“Please introduce yourself to the rest of the clan, kupo!” he said authoritatively.
“Maye,” I announced, and found myself wishing my name were more interesting.
“Kupo!” squeaked the moogle. “Welcome to our clan, Maye! Kupo! My name is Linnefelle. This, kupo--” he indicated the Animus moogle, “--is Jon, and this--” he indicated the thief moogle, “--is Jeris, Kupo!”
The Viera stood up, and I resisted the urge to take an intimidated step back. “My name is Tina,” she introduced, and her voice made me think of warm honey. “Welcome.”
“My name iss Neuman,” the Bangaa hissed, and I struggled desperately not to react to the chill that threatened to shake my spine.
“Balgard,” said the Nu Mou. His voice didn’t sound nearly as old as his appearance made me think he was, and his tone was rather inattentive.
“My name’s Zwingley,” said the soldier, offering a hand in greeting and shaking mine eagerly. “It’s nice to meet you!” The way he was trying so hard to focus on my face made me suddenly self-conscious about being female.
“Now that our group is established, kupo, we should pick a name!” Linnefelle suggested.
Jon and Jeris immediately began shouting out names and ‘kupo’ s with such frequency that it was impossible to tell what they were saying. While Linnefelle wrestled them into silence, the Viera looked at me and said “What do you think?”
“Yes, do you have a suggestion?” Zwingley asked. “After all, the Bangaa doesn’t really seem to care, and the Nu Mou doesn’t mind what name we go by.”
“Nusty! Kupo!” cried Jeris, who had managed to pry Linnefelle’s hand away from his face.
I stopped and thought for a moment, then said the first word that came to mind.
“Clan Chaos.”
Zwingley quietly tried the name, and Tina looked almost impressed.
“Nice,” she said. “Who would want to trifle with anything involving the word Chaos?”
Neuman flicked his tongue out, which may or may not have been a sign of distaste, and Balgard looked content.
“It’s settled!” Linnefelle cried before Jeris or Jon could say anything. “Clan Chaos it is!”