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The devilish and daring Rogue, Paige be his name, has many a magical tools in his arsenal. Mini, prominent among them, allows the fiendish feline to sneak and skulk undetected!
Picking locks from the inside out. Scurrying beneath locked doors. Being accidentally flattened underfoot, unaware and without a care, by the loveliest and loomiest of ladies. Why the applications of Mini are nigh endless!
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...
Wait a minute. What was the last one again?
Scribbled up another tale for some more
mr-rowboat adorable arts!
FIRST, NEXT
"Eyes ahead, lass."
Lips pulled flat the White Mage pinched at her hood and tugged it over her fluffy forehead. "This seems... excessive," Morgan whispered to no one in particular. Back and forth the raccoon's amber colored eyes lazily wandered over Limsa Lominsa's sun kissed, and salt stained, chalky white walkways. Hands shoved into her pockets she wordlessly grunted as she bumped shoulders with merchants, pirates, and adventurers alike as she streamed towards one of the hollowed out, and habitable, stone spires jutting from the Rhotano Sea.
"I assure you it's anything but," her unseen accomplice replied. The feline's voice, barely a squeak, struggled to be heard over the roar of the waves lapping at the crags far below.
The raccoon struggled to maintain her neutral and nonplussed expression when a pleasant, albeit flailing, series of scritches and scratches registered against her rounded ears. "Paige!"
"You steady your footing and I'll steady mine!" Paige whined back.
It took everything Morgan had to resist the urge to shake her head.
Paige, clinging tight to the White Mage's ear whilst hidden beneath the cotton white canopy of her hood, mewled pitifully. "It's for your own safety! The Sanguine Sirens! The Bloody Executioners! The Kraken's Arms! If any of 'em catch sight or wind of you parleying with me..."
"Snrk." Cheeks puffed out, Morgan's ringed tail wildly swished behind her.
"What?"
Fingerless glove cupped against her chin, the White Mage knowingly hum hum hummed. "Don't you play coy! You just don't want to be seen in the company of a pretty lady!" Morgan teased.
Fur puffed out, and tail standing on end, the speck sized Paige mrowled as blood rushed to his face.
Giggling to herself, the White Mage playfully blepped her tongue as she sauntered out of the sunshine and into the soothing shade offered by stone spire's interior. "What about me though? What if I want to be seen arm in arm with a dashing Rogue?"
"M-M-Miss Morgan!" Paige sputtered.
“Kidding! Kidding,” Morgan teased with a wink while the sun bleached stone beneath her open toed boots gave way to creaking planks. A low din, tinged with curses both slurred and shouted from the chest, filled the air as the duo breached the entrance of the Mizzenmast Inn.
Noses wrinkled, Paige and Morgan both shuddered as they stumbled their way through the miasma of grease and grog and gunsmoke that hung about the air. Stumbling on over towards the front desk, pouch of Gil in hand, the White Mage wordlessly palmed the svelte shark innkeeper payment enough for a single room and then some.
Flashing a toothy smile the fair fishy maiden thumbed Morgan towards the grates barring access to the Mizzenmast's elevator. With a whirr of steam, and a rusty creak, the tarnished interlocking lattices of metal peeled apart to afford the raccoon ready access.
TATUNK
Stepping into the elevator, the claustrophobic and windowless wooden box jostling upon entry, Morgan heaved a sigh of relief once the doors clicked shut. Steady clicks sounded out upon their gradual ascent.
The White Mage slouched forward and sighed as she twirled a gloved hand about her wrist. Twiddling her fingers she couldn't help but smirk when a room key, reverse pick pocketed onto her person, tumbled out from her sleeve and into her waiting palm. “That shark is such a showoff...” she mumbled under her breath.
TATING
With a gentle chime the elevator shuddered to a halt. Fresh air, smelling faintly of salt, wafted in through the faintest gaps in the doors. As they slid open with a creak the croon of seagulls, and the far away song of the surf, beckoned them further inwards.
Fanning himself, and papping away his still burning blush, Paige ahemhemed into the raccoon's rounded ears once he was confident the coast was clear. “It ain't... it ain't about not wanting to be seen with you,” the Rogue sheepishly clarified.
“I know, I know,” Morgan reassured him as she stepped out of the elevator. Shuffling down the arched hallways, her feet gently clapping against the polished stone floor, the White Mage wandered past countless windows carved out of the sheer stone.
“You know I have a nasty habit of pinching and making pin cushions out of all the wrong people,” Paige mumble grumbled.
“Profiteers. Arms dealers. Slavers. Sounds like you're antagonizing all the right people me!” Morgan confidently quipped.
Flopping forward, his arms and legs sprawled through her black bangs, Paige sighed. “It's sweet of you to say so, lass. It's just... I just... I don't want my messes becoming your own. This dashing mug of mine has accrued quite a bounty and there ain't all too many folks who care to be seen with your truly nowadays.”
“Well I'm proud to be seen with you at any rate,” Morgan hummed.
Lips wavering, the Rogue sniffled as his eyes began to sweat.
Marching to a halt before a mighty oaken slab of a door, the golden number engraved upon its surface matching that of the copper key that had found its way into Morgan's inventory, the raccoon puffed out her chest.
KACLICK
Sliding the key forward, its teeth catching against the open air as a magical lock made itself manifest, the White Mage flicked her wrist. With a series of satisfying clicks the tumblers fell into place. The aetherial lock hovering before her crumbled away into shards of light. Twinkling incessantly, those selfsame shards soon came to cake the door in a translucent rainbow film.
VBEW
In a flash the wall of wood melted away to reveal a rustic room oozing with seaside sensibilities and charm. Anchors decorated the walls. Heavy lanterns, inlaid with candles, swung lazily before the tossed open windows. A gift basket, stuffed to the brim with fresh La Noscean oranges and Lowland grapes, sat perched atop the neatly made bed.
Stepping through the magical portal, her ringed tail flicking as it snapped shut behind her, Morgan positively beamed as she tossed back her hood. “Finally!” the White Mage eeheed. “Finally finally finally we can say...”
“Duty Complete!” Exposed to the open air, Paige heaved a sigh of relief as he proudly proclaimed a job well done. Leaning into Morgan's ear he playfully took to ruffling and tussling with her hair. “No muss and no fuss. Jus' the way I like it!”
“Tch. You referring to the mission? Or our inn room?” Morgan teased as she kicked off her boots and let her satchel slide off her shoulders.
Paige dismissively raspberried. “Ahhhh it's a scam and ye know it! Who in the seven hells charges per person? It oughta be by room!”
Hands held up at her sides, the White Mage stifled a giggle. “I never said I disagreed!” Reaching up, she pinched the frumpy feline by the nape of his neck before cupping him in her palms. “Why else would I have gone along with this?”
Tail flicking excitedly behind him, Paige flashed a toothy grin as Morgan gently set his diminutive form atop their bed. “Ahhh we'll make a fine Rogue out of you yet, lass!” he mewled.
“Will we now?” said the raccoon as she cheekily blepped her tongue. Dropping to a crouch, Morgan booped her travel-sized speck of a companion with a padded fingertip. “Before then how bout I freshen up and you make yourself presentable? Or at the very least perceptible!”
Paige, sporting a mighty blush, rubbed at his cheek. It took everything he had simply not to melt at the merest sight of the White Mage. Her soft and gentle face, adorned with the warmest of smiles and spanning the periphery of his vision, made his knees go weak. “F-f-fair nough, I suppose. You've been shuttling me round all day as it is!” The Rogue sheepishly dismissed his enormous crush err caretaker errr companion with a lazy swish of his hand. “Go on then. I'll break in the furniture while you tidy up, yeah?”
With a nod and a twiddle of her fingers Morgan rose to a towering stand. “Don't get up to too much trouble now!”
“Yeah yeah yeah,” Paige pssshed. Flopping back onto the cotton bed spread, the individual threads cradling him like a hammock, the cream colored cat tucked his hands behind his head and breathed easy. Back and forth he swayed as the heavy and rhythmic thumps of the raccoon's footfalls tapered off in intensity upon her departure.
KATUNKKKKKK
Chest puffed out the cream colored feline dragged out an emphatic, and relieved, exhale. What a day! Sliding into locks to pick them from the inside out. Climbing into desk drawers to suss out secret compartments. Tailing targets by secreting himself away within the cuffs of their pants and their sleeves. Never had he ever gotten this much mileage out of Mini! Raising a hand above him, index finger and thumb pressed together, Paige snapped his fingers so as to dispel his mightiest of sneaking spells.
Siiiiiiiigh. Any minute now the Rogue would feel the bed spread bunching up against his back. His cloak catching against the cotton folds and sheets. His hair, a rumpled mess, nestling into the silky soft pillows.
Clearing his throat, Paige snapped his fingers once more. Any minute now...
…
…
…
Creaking an eye open, the Rogue snapped his fingers a bit more fervently. Any. Minute. Now.
…
…
…
Uh oh. Forcing down the lump in his throat with a nervous swallow, Paige flared his nostrils and vacantly stared at the sky of a mottled ceiling. There had to be an explanation, and an innocuous one at that, the Rogue mentally reassured himself even as beads of sweat relentlessly accumulated upon his brow. There had to be! He had wielded such size-shifting magics for years without incident. Why would today of all days be any different?!
Scrambling to his feet, Paige panickedly papped at his beating heart when it threatened to pound its way out of his rib cage. Think. Think think think think thiiiink. Did... did any of his other sneaking spells work?
With a shake of his head, the Rogue held a finger up to his lips. Wisps of shadow danced upon Paige's tongue and, catching along his very breath, came to coil around the cat's clawed digit. As beads of black trickled down along his hand the shadows at the Rogue's command warped any and all light that came into contact with him. His limb, rendered invisible to the naked eye, was the surest sign that something-
POFF
Was wrong. With a wheezing sputter, Paige hacked and coughed and ptooed as an inky morass of shadows came to coat his tongue. His attempt at casting the simplest of sneaking spells, Hide, had failed spectacularly and there could be only one reason why. “So that's what it is...” the Rogue mumbled upon realizing the invisible wellspring of magic within him had run dry. Slouching forward he impotently snapped his fingers once more to no effect.
Lips scrunched, Paige took stock of his surroundings. To his north the fields of woven cotton, gently sloping ever upwards, gave way to a mountain range of milky white pillows. Whereas to his east, west, and south those plains of plush abruptly dropped off into the abyss. Hrm. He could very well just patiently wait for Morgan to return but...
The Rogue's ears flicked to attention as he turned his gaze towards the washroom a world away. Waterfalls worth of running water, muffled by a sea of soap suds and foam, blurbled out from beneath the obelisk of wood serving as a door.
...Nah. He was the one who had mismanaged his magic after all. That and he had asked too much of her today as it was. Surely there was a spare potion or two sloshing around in her satchel that he could top himself off with!
Ambling up towards the edge of the bed spread, mindful not to peer past the vertigo-inducing sheer drop to the floor below, Paige dropped to a crouch before rolling onto his hands and knees. Grabbing hold of the individual cotton threads, using them as handholds and footholds alike, the Rogue commenced his great descent.
In pleasant silence, the roar and fizzle of the waves a world away barely registering in his ears, Paige climbed down one rung at a time. The cream fuzzed speck, wreathed in a rumpled green cloak, leisurely buried his clawed fingers into the mountain spanning mass of a rope net. To and fro it softly swayed, the threaded bundles of cotton audibly creaking in the breeze, as the Rogue's minute and barely perceptible form crept down inch by inch. Settling into a groove, happily humming a ditty to himself, Paige's ears playfully perked to attention wheresoever he spied stray and frayed threads jutting out from the boundless bed spread. Grabbing hold tight, both hands wrapped around their unspooling lengths, the Rogue snickered to himself as he daringly rappelled down the comfy cozy cliff face.
“Whew!” Paige exhaled upon finally dropping to the floor. His arms, wobbling like jelly, hung limply at his sides while the dull singe of rope burn seethed off his puffy palms. Biting down on his lower lip, snaggleteeth rolling back and forth along it, he strained his neck trying to take in what all he had spent the better part of half-an-hour trapezing about.
Shifting in place, the Rogue's boots noisily clapping against the sea of stone stretching beyond the periphery of his vision, Paige's idly undulating tail went limp as he gazed out over the lifeless expanse separating him and his salvation. Morgan's satchel, its indistinct form shrouded by an atmospheric haze, towered over the very horizon.
Jaw hanging slack, Paige wearily looked back and forth between the walk that awaited him and the insurmountable climb he would be forced to relive should he reverse course. Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh. With a shake of his head, clawed fingers scritching at his cream colored cheeks, the Rogue wordlessly tallied forth.
“A journey of a thousand yalms begins with a single step,” Paige chuckled to himself as he navigated the bumpy and uneven terrain. Arms held out to his sides, heels scuffing against the coarse and chalky floor, the bitty yet bemused feline steadied himself while the subtlest imperfections in the stone became as craterous dips and sloping hills before him. Aye... so maybe it would have been easier to simply wait for Miss Morgan. To idly nap the day away, curled up among the cotton weaves, while waiting for a lovely and loomy lady to undo what ailed him.
Cheeks burning bright, Paige dreamily sighed at the thought of being swallowed up in the wumbo White Mage's shadow. Cordial, cute, colossal. What wasn't there to like about the lass?
Ears folding flat against his skull, lips wavering like a sine wave, Paige bashfully coughed into his fist. Their introduction was anything but amicable, granted, what with having gotten off on the wrong foot and all but...
Facial fur burning brightest crimson the Rogue bunched his shoulders together and furiously wiggled. “Gotten under the wrong foot more like...” he sheepishly ahehed to himself. S-s-since then though! Paige pap papped at his cheeks as he guided his flustered thoughts elsewhere. Since then they had become thick as thieves! Partnering up and palling around the whole of La Noscea to right wrongs, lay down lowlifes, and see what wonders the island city-state had to offer them.
That said... while Miss Morgan always meant well that rascal of a raccoon was just as liable to get him INTO trouble as she was to drag him OUT of it. Incessant spams of Holy searing his eyes shut. Misguided Rescues. Errant Regens drawing untoward attention. Arms crossed about his chest, cloak fluttering behind him in the breeze, Paige tossed his head side to side while he ascended a particularly steep stone hill.
Even knowing all that... he wouldn't trade her company for all the Gil in Eorzea.
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Rolling walls of displaced air, visible courtesy the clouds of dust particles caught up amongst them, roared across the barren landscape when the incomprehensible obelisk that was the wash room door swung open with a deafening creak.
Quickly clambering atop a stony hill, the Rogue tucking and rolling as he dived behind it for cover, Paige hurriedly sheltered himself from the rippling shock waves that accompanied Morgan's inspired entrance. Oh no. Not again.
Humming contentedly to herself, the freshened up White Mage towel dried her hair. Clad in a form fitting tank top, and the shortest of short shorts, Morgan puffed and fluffed up her squeaky clean fur with a giggle. “So what's the verdict, Paige? We get our Gil's worth?” called out the ring tail.
Silence, save the far away chime of bells hailing ships sailing into and out of port, answered her inquiry.
“...Paige?”
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Panting furiously, Paige gasped for air as he raced away from the horizon spanning soles swinging towards him. The padded undersides of her feet swept across all of existence in an instant. “Lass! LASS!” Paige screamed as he shouted himself hoarse.
THOOOOOOOOOOOM
With a yelp the feline found himself bounced up into the air by Morgan's seismic step. Arms swirling at his sides, Paige panickedly mrowled as he could but helplessly watch on as the waves of sound and fury that accompanied her every footfall bowled into him. “S-shade Shift! Feint! Something! ANYTHING!” the Rogue screamed as the floor drew dangerously close.
“Paige?” Morgan asked again as she paced up alongside the bed. Blinking curiously, she slung her towel around her neck and scrunched her lips. “Hum. Guess he must have slunk out to grab some fresh air. Wish he would've mentioned as much...” she mused to herself.
Violently tumbling across the rocky landscape, the shadows protectively wrapped around his limbs peeling away with every painful bonk and bounce, Paige skidded to a halt with an emphatic groan. Flat on his back, and head spinning, the Rogue blearily blinked as any and all light left his eyes.
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Swallowing hard, Paige's teeth chattered as the dark and fathomless expanse of Morgan's sole descended towards him. Her toes, swollen and puffy, chafed together so tightly that light could not pierce the miniscule gap between them. Rivers that seemed to defy gravity, twinkling in the darkness, coursed through the wrinkles of her padded flesh while boulder sized beads of water crashed down around the prone Rogue.
With a resigned sigh, and welling blush, Paige wordlessly accepted his fate as the heated wall of displaced air that preceded her foot's fall pancaked him into the unforgiving earth.
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Hands on her hips, Morgan impotently tapped her foot while she glared at the night stand. That fool of a feline didn't even think to take the room key with him! “Surely he could lockpick his way back in but...”
THOOOOOM
THOOOOOOOM
THOOOOOOOOOOM
Wedged firmly into folds of searing hot flesh, Morgan's own heady scent combining with that of the lemon rind stuffed globs of soap still clinging to her supple soles, Paige struggled to maintain consciousness. Back and forth he watched his prison of plush rise and fall at dizzying speeds. His stomach lurched into his throat every time the floor rose up with a roar to meet him.
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Coughing weakly, the Rogue sputtered and wheezed as those wrinkled walls compacted around him. Slowly, then all at once, the pressure ratcheted up in intensity. As Paige's shoulders bunched together his ribs and sternum ached. A dull, then debilitating, burn flared to life within his knees and hamstrings. Roasting alive, and utterly entombed in Morgan's feetsy flesh, the flattened feline drew what shallow breaths he could.
“Work with me here, Paige...” huffed the White Mage. Pacing about the room she scoured for any sign, any signal, as to where he could have wandered off to. Nothing on the nightstand. Nor the desk. Not even her satchel! “So I'm good enough to sneak him in but not out, huh?” Falling back onto the bed, her luxuriously fluffy ring tail flopped behind her, Morgan flared her nostrils and haughtily exhaled. Propping a paw upon her knee, the raccoon couldn't help but purse her lips.
Eyes gone wide, Paige gasped for air when the creaking walls of padded flesh threatening to squeeze the very life out of him not only relaxed their grip but rotated wildly. As the vast plains of paw flipped places with the earth and sky the rumpled Rogue muttered a profane prayer. Wordlessly tumbling along the uneven slopes of a bottomless wrinkle he eventually flopped face down to a halt.
“...Granted he has been running himself ragged lately,” Morgan mused aloud. Arms at her sides, fingers thrumming along the bed spread, she idly alternated between clenching and splaying her bulbous toes. “Who am I to tell him how to relax?”
Hobbling forward along the base of a leathery cavern, wading through a mixture of sweat and soapy water that lapped at his calves, Paige tiredly clutched at the warm wall to his side. His clawed fingers failed to so much as dimple the plush and inviting fold of flesh.
Morgan's tail tensed as a persistent, yet pleasant, tickle registered against the fat of her feet. Biting down on her lower lip she took to gently kneading her thumb into her aching and swollen sole. “Would it kill him to communicate though? ...Bah. I'm sure he's fine,” the White Mage reassured herself.
Low and bone rattling rumbles coursed through Paige's petite frame as Morgan's padded thumb split the very horizon. Clambering for something, anything, to hold onto the mewling Rogue found himself swept away in the soap slicked currents and towards the awe-inspiring digit. Tumbling head over heels the sputtering feline's limp and unresponsive body crashed against it with a wet smack. Moaning tiredly he felt himself being lifted up into the heavens when the White Mage saw fit to retract her thumb.
“Hum?” A prick of pressure, and what she presumed to be the teensiest tiniest of pebbles, registered against Morgan's padded flesh. Brow cocked, folds formed in the black mask of fur wrapped around the raccoon's enchanting amber eyes when she deigned to investigate it further.
A sharp gasp escaped her lips when she recognized the pebble's, er Paige's, distinctive cream colors. Blink blinking worriedly, and forcing down a nervous swallow, Morgan's heart caught in her throat as she readied every boo-boo begone in her arsenal.
“Errr... well he will be fine,” the White Mage wearily laughed.
“Now you know that isn't something I can just Esuna away,” Morgan teased. Propped up against a pile pillows, and reclining back into the bed's headboard, the raccoon cracked a shy smile.
“I-I-I know,” Paige squeaked back in response. Reclining in the gap between Morgan's chafing toes, his back pressed against the base of one digit while his own feet pressed into the one opposite of him, the flustered and thoroughly footsied Rogue struggled to retain his composure.
“And even if I were to pop an Ether...” the White Mage gestured towards her untouched satchel, and the unseen potion bottles socked away inside, slumping against the wall. “A single drop would all but drown you!”
Eyes clenched shut, and shoulders slouched, Paige wordlessly slid down along the curvature of a colossal toe. To and fro he impotently kicked his little legs as he marinated in the sweltering heat radiating off of the raccoon's very form.
“How would you have even cracked open a bottle to begin with? Burrow and worm your way through the cork stopper?”
“Awright, awright!” Paige frustratedly mrowled. “So maybe I didn' think this thing through!”
With a snrk Morgan playfully pinched her bittiest of buddies between her toes. “You never tend to, I've noticed!”
Arms crossed about his chest, Paige tried to indignantly huff and harrumph even while Morgan tenderly kneaded him between her soft and supple digits.
“You know I'm just teasing...” Splaying apart her toes with a giggle the White Mage gently rocked her paw side to side. “Guess we'll just have to wait this out!”
“I guess... so,” mumbled the beet red Rogue. Idly scritching at her plump padded flesh, Paige's heart skipped a beat at every thunderous giggle he elicited from the raccoon. “Not that I mind truth be told...” he trailed off with a furious blush.
“Nor I,” Morgan whispered back with another tender squeeze.
FIRST, NEXT
Picking locks from the inside out. Scurrying beneath locked doors. Being accidentally flattened underfoot, unaware and without a care, by the loveliest and loomiest of ladies. Why the applications of Mini are nigh endless!
...
...
Wait a minute. What was the last one again?
Scribbled up another tale for some more
mr-rowboat adorable arts!FIRST, NEXT
"Eyes ahead, lass."
Lips pulled flat the White Mage pinched at her hood and tugged it over her fluffy forehead. "This seems... excessive," Morgan whispered to no one in particular. Back and forth the raccoon's amber colored eyes lazily wandered over Limsa Lominsa's sun kissed, and salt stained, chalky white walkways. Hands shoved into her pockets she wordlessly grunted as she bumped shoulders with merchants, pirates, and adventurers alike as she streamed towards one of the hollowed out, and habitable, stone spires jutting from the Rhotano Sea.
"I assure you it's anything but," her unseen accomplice replied. The feline's voice, barely a squeak, struggled to be heard over the roar of the waves lapping at the crags far below.
The raccoon struggled to maintain her neutral and nonplussed expression when a pleasant, albeit flailing, series of scritches and scratches registered against her rounded ears. "Paige!"
"You steady your footing and I'll steady mine!" Paige whined back.
It took everything Morgan had to resist the urge to shake her head.
Paige, clinging tight to the White Mage's ear whilst hidden beneath the cotton white canopy of her hood, mewled pitifully. "It's for your own safety! The Sanguine Sirens! The Bloody Executioners! The Kraken's Arms! If any of 'em catch sight or wind of you parleying with me..."
"Snrk." Cheeks puffed out, Morgan's ringed tail wildly swished behind her.
"What?"
Fingerless glove cupped against her chin, the White Mage knowingly hum hum hummed. "Don't you play coy! You just don't want to be seen in the company of a pretty lady!" Morgan teased.
Fur puffed out, and tail standing on end, the speck sized Paige mrowled as blood rushed to his face.
Giggling to herself, the White Mage playfully blepped her tongue as she sauntered out of the sunshine and into the soothing shade offered by stone spire's interior. "What about me though? What if I want to be seen arm in arm with a dashing Rogue?"
"M-M-Miss Morgan!" Paige sputtered.
“Kidding! Kidding,” Morgan teased with a wink while the sun bleached stone beneath her open toed boots gave way to creaking planks. A low din, tinged with curses both slurred and shouted from the chest, filled the air as the duo breached the entrance of the Mizzenmast Inn.
Noses wrinkled, Paige and Morgan both shuddered as they stumbled their way through the miasma of grease and grog and gunsmoke that hung about the air. Stumbling on over towards the front desk, pouch of Gil in hand, the White Mage wordlessly palmed the svelte shark innkeeper payment enough for a single room and then some.
Flashing a toothy smile the fair fishy maiden thumbed Morgan towards the grates barring access to the Mizzenmast's elevator. With a whirr of steam, and a rusty creak, the tarnished interlocking lattices of metal peeled apart to afford the raccoon ready access.
TATUNK
Stepping into the elevator, the claustrophobic and windowless wooden box jostling upon entry, Morgan heaved a sigh of relief once the doors clicked shut. Steady clicks sounded out upon their gradual ascent.
The White Mage slouched forward and sighed as she twirled a gloved hand about her wrist. Twiddling her fingers she couldn't help but smirk when a room key, reverse pick pocketed onto her person, tumbled out from her sleeve and into her waiting palm. “That shark is such a showoff...” she mumbled under her breath.
TATING
With a gentle chime the elevator shuddered to a halt. Fresh air, smelling faintly of salt, wafted in through the faintest gaps in the doors. As they slid open with a creak the croon of seagulls, and the far away song of the surf, beckoned them further inwards.
Fanning himself, and papping away his still burning blush, Paige ahemhemed into the raccoon's rounded ears once he was confident the coast was clear. “It ain't... it ain't about not wanting to be seen with you,” the Rogue sheepishly clarified.
“I know, I know,” Morgan reassured him as she stepped out of the elevator. Shuffling down the arched hallways, her feet gently clapping against the polished stone floor, the White Mage wandered past countless windows carved out of the sheer stone.
“You know I have a nasty habit of pinching and making pin cushions out of all the wrong people,” Paige mumble grumbled.
“Profiteers. Arms dealers. Slavers. Sounds like you're antagonizing all the right people me!” Morgan confidently quipped.
Flopping forward, his arms and legs sprawled through her black bangs, Paige sighed. “It's sweet of you to say so, lass. It's just... I just... I don't want my messes becoming your own. This dashing mug of mine has accrued quite a bounty and there ain't all too many folks who care to be seen with your truly nowadays.”
“Well I'm proud to be seen with you at any rate,” Morgan hummed.
Lips wavering, the Rogue sniffled as his eyes began to sweat.
Marching to a halt before a mighty oaken slab of a door, the golden number engraved upon its surface matching that of the copper key that had found its way into Morgan's inventory, the raccoon puffed out her chest.
KACLICK
Sliding the key forward, its teeth catching against the open air as a magical lock made itself manifest, the White Mage flicked her wrist. With a series of satisfying clicks the tumblers fell into place. The aetherial lock hovering before her crumbled away into shards of light. Twinkling incessantly, those selfsame shards soon came to cake the door in a translucent rainbow film.
VBEW
In a flash the wall of wood melted away to reveal a rustic room oozing with seaside sensibilities and charm. Anchors decorated the walls. Heavy lanterns, inlaid with candles, swung lazily before the tossed open windows. A gift basket, stuffed to the brim with fresh La Noscean oranges and Lowland grapes, sat perched atop the neatly made bed.
Stepping through the magical portal, her ringed tail flicking as it snapped shut behind her, Morgan positively beamed as she tossed back her hood. “Finally!” the White Mage eeheed. “Finally finally finally we can say...”
“Duty Complete!” Exposed to the open air, Paige heaved a sigh of relief as he proudly proclaimed a job well done. Leaning into Morgan's ear he playfully took to ruffling and tussling with her hair. “No muss and no fuss. Jus' the way I like it!”
“Tch. You referring to the mission? Or our inn room?” Morgan teased as she kicked off her boots and let her satchel slide off her shoulders.
Paige dismissively raspberried. “Ahhhh it's a scam and ye know it! Who in the seven hells charges per person? It oughta be by room!”
Hands held up at her sides, the White Mage stifled a giggle. “I never said I disagreed!” Reaching up, she pinched the frumpy feline by the nape of his neck before cupping him in her palms. “Why else would I have gone along with this?”
Tail flicking excitedly behind him, Paige flashed a toothy grin as Morgan gently set his diminutive form atop their bed. “Ahhh we'll make a fine Rogue out of you yet, lass!” he mewled.
“Will we now?” said the raccoon as she cheekily blepped her tongue. Dropping to a crouch, Morgan booped her travel-sized speck of a companion with a padded fingertip. “Before then how bout I freshen up and you make yourself presentable? Or at the very least perceptible!”
Paige, sporting a mighty blush, rubbed at his cheek. It took everything he had simply not to melt at the merest sight of the White Mage. Her soft and gentle face, adorned with the warmest of smiles and spanning the periphery of his vision, made his knees go weak. “F-f-fair nough, I suppose. You've been shuttling me round all day as it is!” The Rogue sheepishly dismissed his enormous crush err caretaker errr companion with a lazy swish of his hand. “Go on then. I'll break in the furniture while you tidy up, yeah?”
With a nod and a twiddle of her fingers Morgan rose to a towering stand. “Don't get up to too much trouble now!”
“Yeah yeah yeah,” Paige pssshed. Flopping back onto the cotton bed spread, the individual threads cradling him like a hammock, the cream colored cat tucked his hands behind his head and breathed easy. Back and forth he swayed as the heavy and rhythmic thumps of the raccoon's footfalls tapered off in intensity upon her departure.
KATUNKKKKKK
Chest puffed out the cream colored feline dragged out an emphatic, and relieved, exhale. What a day! Sliding into locks to pick them from the inside out. Climbing into desk drawers to suss out secret compartments. Tailing targets by secreting himself away within the cuffs of their pants and their sleeves. Never had he ever gotten this much mileage out of Mini! Raising a hand above him, index finger and thumb pressed together, Paige snapped his fingers so as to dispel his mightiest of sneaking spells.
Siiiiiiiigh. Any minute now the Rogue would feel the bed spread bunching up against his back. His cloak catching against the cotton folds and sheets. His hair, a rumpled mess, nestling into the silky soft pillows.
Clearing his throat, Paige snapped his fingers once more. Any minute now...
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Creaking an eye open, the Rogue snapped his fingers a bit more fervently. Any. Minute. Now.
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Uh oh. Forcing down the lump in his throat with a nervous swallow, Paige flared his nostrils and vacantly stared at the sky of a mottled ceiling. There had to be an explanation, and an innocuous one at that, the Rogue mentally reassured himself even as beads of sweat relentlessly accumulated upon his brow. There had to be! He had wielded such size-shifting magics for years without incident. Why would today of all days be any different?!
Scrambling to his feet, Paige panickedly papped at his beating heart when it threatened to pound its way out of his rib cage. Think. Think think think think thiiiink. Did... did any of his other sneaking spells work?
With a shake of his head, the Rogue held a finger up to his lips. Wisps of shadow danced upon Paige's tongue and, catching along his very breath, came to coil around the cat's clawed digit. As beads of black trickled down along his hand the shadows at the Rogue's command warped any and all light that came into contact with him. His limb, rendered invisible to the naked eye, was the surest sign that something-
POFF
Was wrong. With a wheezing sputter, Paige hacked and coughed and ptooed as an inky morass of shadows came to coat his tongue. His attempt at casting the simplest of sneaking spells, Hide, had failed spectacularly and there could be only one reason why. “So that's what it is...” the Rogue mumbled upon realizing the invisible wellspring of magic within him had run dry. Slouching forward he impotently snapped his fingers once more to no effect.
Lips scrunched, Paige took stock of his surroundings. To his north the fields of woven cotton, gently sloping ever upwards, gave way to a mountain range of milky white pillows. Whereas to his east, west, and south those plains of plush abruptly dropped off into the abyss. Hrm. He could very well just patiently wait for Morgan to return but...
The Rogue's ears flicked to attention as he turned his gaze towards the washroom a world away. Waterfalls worth of running water, muffled by a sea of soap suds and foam, blurbled out from beneath the obelisk of wood serving as a door.
...Nah. He was the one who had mismanaged his magic after all. That and he had asked too much of her today as it was. Surely there was a spare potion or two sloshing around in her satchel that he could top himself off with!
Ambling up towards the edge of the bed spread, mindful not to peer past the vertigo-inducing sheer drop to the floor below, Paige dropped to a crouch before rolling onto his hands and knees. Grabbing hold of the individual cotton threads, using them as handholds and footholds alike, the Rogue commenced his great descent.
In pleasant silence, the roar and fizzle of the waves a world away barely registering in his ears, Paige climbed down one rung at a time. The cream fuzzed speck, wreathed in a rumpled green cloak, leisurely buried his clawed fingers into the mountain spanning mass of a rope net. To and fro it softly swayed, the threaded bundles of cotton audibly creaking in the breeze, as the Rogue's minute and barely perceptible form crept down inch by inch. Settling into a groove, happily humming a ditty to himself, Paige's ears playfully perked to attention wheresoever he spied stray and frayed threads jutting out from the boundless bed spread. Grabbing hold tight, both hands wrapped around their unspooling lengths, the Rogue snickered to himself as he daringly rappelled down the comfy cozy cliff face.
“Whew!” Paige exhaled upon finally dropping to the floor. His arms, wobbling like jelly, hung limply at his sides while the dull singe of rope burn seethed off his puffy palms. Biting down on his lower lip, snaggleteeth rolling back and forth along it, he strained his neck trying to take in what all he had spent the better part of half-an-hour trapezing about.
Shifting in place, the Rogue's boots noisily clapping against the sea of stone stretching beyond the periphery of his vision, Paige's idly undulating tail went limp as he gazed out over the lifeless expanse separating him and his salvation. Morgan's satchel, its indistinct form shrouded by an atmospheric haze, towered over the very horizon.
Jaw hanging slack, Paige wearily looked back and forth between the walk that awaited him and the insurmountable climb he would be forced to relive should he reverse course. Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh. With a shake of his head, clawed fingers scritching at his cream colored cheeks, the Rogue wordlessly tallied forth.
“A journey of a thousand yalms begins with a single step,” Paige chuckled to himself as he navigated the bumpy and uneven terrain. Arms held out to his sides, heels scuffing against the coarse and chalky floor, the bitty yet bemused feline steadied himself while the subtlest imperfections in the stone became as craterous dips and sloping hills before him. Aye... so maybe it would have been easier to simply wait for Miss Morgan. To idly nap the day away, curled up among the cotton weaves, while waiting for a lovely and loomy lady to undo what ailed him.
Cheeks burning bright, Paige dreamily sighed at the thought of being swallowed up in the wumbo White Mage's shadow. Cordial, cute, colossal. What wasn't there to like about the lass?
Ears folding flat against his skull, lips wavering like a sine wave, Paige bashfully coughed into his fist. Their introduction was anything but amicable, granted, what with having gotten off on the wrong foot and all but...
Facial fur burning brightest crimson the Rogue bunched his shoulders together and furiously wiggled. “Gotten under the wrong foot more like...” he sheepishly ahehed to himself. S-s-since then though! Paige pap papped at his cheeks as he guided his flustered thoughts elsewhere. Since then they had become thick as thieves! Partnering up and palling around the whole of La Noscea to right wrongs, lay down lowlifes, and see what wonders the island city-state had to offer them.
That said... while Miss Morgan always meant well that rascal of a raccoon was just as liable to get him INTO trouble as she was to drag him OUT of it. Incessant spams of Holy searing his eyes shut. Misguided Rescues. Errant Regens drawing untoward attention. Arms crossed about his chest, cloak fluttering behind him in the breeze, Paige tossed his head side to side while he ascended a particularly steep stone hill.
Even knowing all that... he wouldn't trade her company for all the Gil in Eorzea.
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Rolling walls of displaced air, visible courtesy the clouds of dust particles caught up amongst them, roared across the barren landscape when the incomprehensible obelisk that was the wash room door swung open with a deafening creak.
Quickly clambering atop a stony hill, the Rogue tucking and rolling as he dived behind it for cover, Paige hurriedly sheltered himself from the rippling shock waves that accompanied Morgan's inspired entrance. Oh no. Not again.
Humming contentedly to herself, the freshened up White Mage towel dried her hair. Clad in a form fitting tank top, and the shortest of short shorts, Morgan puffed and fluffed up her squeaky clean fur with a giggle. “So what's the verdict, Paige? We get our Gil's worth?” called out the ring tail.
Silence, save the far away chime of bells hailing ships sailing into and out of port, answered her inquiry.
“...Paige?”
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Panting furiously, Paige gasped for air as he raced away from the horizon spanning soles swinging towards him. The padded undersides of her feet swept across all of existence in an instant. “Lass! LASS!” Paige screamed as he shouted himself hoarse.
THOOOOOOOOOOOM
With a yelp the feline found himself bounced up into the air by Morgan's seismic step. Arms swirling at his sides, Paige panickedly mrowled as he could but helplessly watch on as the waves of sound and fury that accompanied her every footfall bowled into him. “S-shade Shift! Feint! Something! ANYTHING!” the Rogue screamed as the floor drew dangerously close.
“Paige?” Morgan asked again as she paced up alongside the bed. Blinking curiously, she slung her towel around her neck and scrunched her lips. “Hum. Guess he must have slunk out to grab some fresh air. Wish he would've mentioned as much...” she mused to herself.
Violently tumbling across the rocky landscape, the shadows protectively wrapped around his limbs peeling away with every painful bonk and bounce, Paige skidded to a halt with an emphatic groan. Flat on his back, and head spinning, the Rogue blearily blinked as any and all light left his eyes.
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Swallowing hard, Paige's teeth chattered as the dark and fathomless expanse of Morgan's sole descended towards him. Her toes, swollen and puffy, chafed together so tightly that light could not pierce the miniscule gap between them. Rivers that seemed to defy gravity, twinkling in the darkness, coursed through the wrinkles of her padded flesh while boulder sized beads of water crashed down around the prone Rogue.
With a resigned sigh, and welling blush, Paige wordlessly accepted his fate as the heated wall of displaced air that preceded her foot's fall pancaked him into the unforgiving earth.
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Hands on her hips, Morgan impotently tapped her foot while she glared at the night stand. That fool of a feline didn't even think to take the room key with him! “Surely he could lockpick his way back in but...”
THOOOOOM
THOOOOOOOM
THOOOOOOOOOOM
Wedged firmly into folds of searing hot flesh, Morgan's own heady scent combining with that of the lemon rind stuffed globs of soap still clinging to her supple soles, Paige struggled to maintain consciousness. Back and forth he watched his prison of plush rise and fall at dizzying speeds. His stomach lurched into his throat every time the floor rose up with a roar to meet him.
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Coughing weakly, the Rogue sputtered and wheezed as those wrinkled walls compacted around him. Slowly, then all at once, the pressure ratcheted up in intensity. As Paige's shoulders bunched together his ribs and sternum ached. A dull, then debilitating, burn flared to life within his knees and hamstrings. Roasting alive, and utterly entombed in Morgan's feetsy flesh, the flattened feline drew what shallow breaths he could.
“Work with me here, Paige...” huffed the White Mage. Pacing about the room she scoured for any sign, any signal, as to where he could have wandered off to. Nothing on the nightstand. Nor the desk. Not even her satchel! “So I'm good enough to sneak him in but not out, huh?” Falling back onto the bed, her luxuriously fluffy ring tail flopped behind her, Morgan flared her nostrils and haughtily exhaled. Propping a paw upon her knee, the raccoon couldn't help but purse her lips.
Eyes gone wide, Paige gasped for air when the creaking walls of padded flesh threatening to squeeze the very life out of him not only relaxed their grip but rotated wildly. As the vast plains of paw flipped places with the earth and sky the rumpled Rogue muttered a profane prayer. Wordlessly tumbling along the uneven slopes of a bottomless wrinkle he eventually flopped face down to a halt.
“...Granted he has been running himself ragged lately,” Morgan mused aloud. Arms at her sides, fingers thrumming along the bed spread, she idly alternated between clenching and splaying her bulbous toes. “Who am I to tell him how to relax?”
Hobbling forward along the base of a leathery cavern, wading through a mixture of sweat and soapy water that lapped at his calves, Paige tiredly clutched at the warm wall to his side. His clawed fingers failed to so much as dimple the plush and inviting fold of flesh.
Morgan's tail tensed as a persistent, yet pleasant, tickle registered against the fat of her feet. Biting down on her lower lip she took to gently kneading her thumb into her aching and swollen sole. “Would it kill him to communicate though? ...Bah. I'm sure he's fine,” the White Mage reassured herself.
Low and bone rattling rumbles coursed through Paige's petite frame as Morgan's padded thumb split the very horizon. Clambering for something, anything, to hold onto the mewling Rogue found himself swept away in the soap slicked currents and towards the awe-inspiring digit. Tumbling head over heels the sputtering feline's limp and unresponsive body crashed against it with a wet smack. Moaning tiredly he felt himself being lifted up into the heavens when the White Mage saw fit to retract her thumb.
“Hum?” A prick of pressure, and what she presumed to be the teensiest tiniest of pebbles, registered against Morgan's padded flesh. Brow cocked, folds formed in the black mask of fur wrapped around the raccoon's enchanting amber eyes when she deigned to investigate it further.
A sharp gasp escaped her lips when she recognized the pebble's, er Paige's, distinctive cream colors. Blink blinking worriedly, and forcing down a nervous swallow, Morgan's heart caught in her throat as she readied every boo-boo begone in her arsenal.
“Errr... well he will be fine,” the White Mage wearily laughed.
“Now you know that isn't something I can just Esuna away,” Morgan teased. Propped up against a pile pillows, and reclining back into the bed's headboard, the raccoon cracked a shy smile.
“I-I-I know,” Paige squeaked back in response. Reclining in the gap between Morgan's chafing toes, his back pressed against the base of one digit while his own feet pressed into the one opposite of him, the flustered and thoroughly footsied Rogue struggled to retain his composure.
“And even if I were to pop an Ether...” the White Mage gestured towards her untouched satchel, and the unseen potion bottles socked away inside, slumping against the wall. “A single drop would all but drown you!”
Eyes clenched shut, and shoulders slouched, Paige wordlessly slid down along the curvature of a colossal toe. To and fro he impotently kicked his little legs as he marinated in the sweltering heat radiating off of the raccoon's very form.
“How would you have even cracked open a bottle to begin with? Burrow and worm your way through the cork stopper?”
“Awright, awright!” Paige frustratedly mrowled. “So maybe I didn' think this thing through!”
With a snrk Morgan playfully pinched her bittiest of buddies between her toes. “You never tend to, I've noticed!”
Arms crossed about his chest, Paige tried to indignantly huff and harrumph even while Morgan tenderly kneaded him between her soft and supple digits.
“You know I'm just teasing...” Splaying apart her toes with a giggle the White Mage gently rocked her paw side to side. “Guess we'll just have to wait this out!”
“I guess... so,” mumbled the beet red Rogue. Idly scritching at her plump padded flesh, Paige's heart skipped a beat at every thunderous giggle he elicited from the raccoon. “Not that I mind truth be told...” he trailed off with a furious blush.
“Nor I,” Morgan whispered back with another tender squeeze.
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