Author: LazyNinjaPiggy PM
Rollingthunder and his friends leave on an adventurer, but what awaits them along their travels?Rated: Fiction T - English - Adventure - Chapters: 6 - Words: 9,237 - Reviews: 13 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 04-06-06 - Published: 04-02-05 - id: 2334041
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Disclaimer: As much as i hate to say it, i do not own FFXI or anything SE related. if i did, i'd be a rich mofo. Only thing i on is my character, Rollingthunder. Anyway, on with the show...thingy...!
He sat there breathing heavily leaning against the cermet wall, his clothes torn. Cuts and bruises were placed all over his body. He was grasping his stomach trying hard to ignore the pain, but it wasn't working, He winced as he lifted his large galkan hand from his abdomen, revealing a bloody wound still gushing with his crimson blood. In His other hand he held his great katana, covered in the blood of the enemy who lay dead before him. He set his great katana aside and looked up towards the cermet ceiling. "Damnit, Glubit… please… hurry…" he whispered, then he closed his eyes
He leaned against the wall adjacent to his bed and left out a giant yawn. "Good morning master, kupo!"
"'Morning moogle." He said, scratching his bald head. He then slowly walked toward his window and peered out into the residential area. There he saw his friend, Glubit, standing at his door.
"Mornin' Rollingthunder." Glubit said as a large smile formed around his elvaan face. "Goddamnit Glu…" he muttered, rubbing his hand down his face. Glubit laughed." I kid, I kid. So, can I come in?" Glubit asked, smirking.
"Door's open, make yourself at home." He closed his window and put his clothes on, but hesitated as he grabbed his chainmail. "Hmmm…" Said he, staring at his chainmail. "What is it master?" his moogle asked, his wings flapping rapidly. "Moogle… Remind me to get some new armor."
He put his chainmail on, but his large galkan head could barely fit through it. His moogle chuckled. "Will do, master." He made his way downstairs and into the living room, seeing Glubit sitting on the couch munching on some left over garlic crackers.
"Nice place you got here, Roll." He said, eyeing the dirty magazine on the table. "Hey, I try." Rollingthunder shrugged, plopping down onto the couch. "So why are you here so early in the morning?"
Glubit's eyes shifted from the magazine and towards Rollingthunder. "'was wondering if you'd like to go out on an adventure… y'know, like in the old days." He said as he swiped his silky white hair out of his eyes. Rollingthunder grunted. "I thought I told you I gave up on the adventuring bit." He said as he took a large bite of a garlic cracker. "C'mon man." Glubit said, punching Rollingthunder's arm. "Why don't you come? It'd be great to have the old Rollingthunder back."
Rollingthunder stared at Glubit confused. "The old Rollingthunder…?"
"Bring back the Old Rollingthunder…The Samurai…for old time's sake." Glubit said softly. Rollingthunder looked up above his fireplace where his Great Katana rest. He remembered when he first became an adventurer, but he also remembered when he became what he was renowned for. As a Samurai. Glubit got up and started out the door. "Think about it, alright?" He said, and then he closed the door behind him.
Rollingthunder sat on his couch, still staring at his great katana that hang on the wall. Not long after, he decided. "Moogle…" Rollingthunder said, grabbing his great katana off the wall.
"Yes master, kupo?"
"I'm going to be gone for a while." He said as he started out the door. "I understand, kupo." Said his moogle, his wings flapping less rapidly. "See you again, kupo!"
The door closed.