War had broke out and nobody won. The lands and the shattered kingdoms were no place to live or rule. The population mostly dwindled, hung their heads and scattered to the corners of the world in search of life and some means of civilization. But that was long ago. The peoples eventually recovered and by the time everyone made it back to the overgrown ruins at the center of the world, the old grudges had been forgotten. It was a time of peace; a time of prosperity. Civilization reached a new height.

Welcome to Trion, the capital of the known world. It is a megalopolis spanning 30 miles in diameter and has 5 districts; The central district and the 4 districts around it. Every race imaginable lives here in some measure.

Moogle activity has increased in Trion as of late. People say it's because times are just that prosperous and the otherwise somewhat shy race is coming out of its shell to share in these times of peace.

Our story starts in "The Pig's Snout", a tavern in the southeast district. Plenty of hustle and bustle is going on everywhere, this tavern included. Only one moogle is here at the tavern and he is sitting at the table watching an arm-wrestling competition that's in progress.

  Another war come and gone, and now all the expensive military toys superiors always wanted fixed were deemed less important, but not as much less as the ones keeping them running at the time.

  He wasn't quite so hard up yet as to lower himself to mining now that fixing cannons bigger than a house on the kingdom budget was off the table.  But that wouldn't stop him from buying a drink like one just the same.

  We'll get around to the name select screen eventually, he's still slightly stuck in 'NPC named Artillery Technician' territory.  Maybe the drink will help.

OOC: A kinder, gentler Cid Highwind?

CRASH!  Something just entered violently through the window, tumble-slid across the floor, and THUMP! stopped abruptly at the bar.  Rocks, glass, and various other debris tumble off the charred form of Mittens, a notorious half-breed treasure hunter.

"Worth.  Every.  Penny."

The expensive stoneskin amulet she pats crumbles to dust.

"Rats."

Somthing like that is bound to cause a ruckus. The patrons in the bar go silent and all stare at Mittens before some turn to look out the window to see what in the world caused the old west style entrance.

The moogle hops down from his seat and goes to Mittens and stands protectively with his left side facing her and his other side facing the window. In the cute little voice expected from a moogle, he says, "Hi there, kitten. Are you alright, kupo?"

With a jerk of his right arm, the odd looking wooden stick in his hand transforms into a crossbow with a kerchlink sound. The other arm, though, seems to be partly encased in some kind of brass cylinder as if his forearm has been replaced with a metal club.

  Let's hammer Random a few times.  Hoyle delgen? no.  Fredrick Von Fredricks? No.

  Brad Blammowitz? Sure, why not.

  Brad Blammowitz looks to the dynamic entry, looks to his drink, then finishes his drink anyways.  Because drunken hallucinations would have been more subdued.  "Did you pay for that thing in Pennies?"

"Kupo!" Mittens exclaims.  "A moogle!  Yay.  I erm uh...   Could use a cure V... billion."

She looks like she's trying to get up, cast a spell, dig for a healing potion...  All of which are failing.

"Pennies?!  No way.  I paid in gil...  I think.  The pennies were just a uh...  exact change."

Faaar in the distance, somewhere in the sky, is a small plume of smoke from the airship cannon Mits was fired from.
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Since nobody in their right mind would think smoke coming from a very distant airship cannon would have anything to do with someone crashing through the window, the people seem rather confused as they don't see any immediate danger.

The moogle hears the mutters and then turns to look at Mittens, just as confused as the others. "Soooo... what just happened to you?"

  A girl who smells like danger... Wait, no.  A Girl who smells like gunpowder.  Brad would offer to buy her a drink, but mixing high proof alcohol liquids with her at the moment may be unwise.

  "I could make a guess, but I'd sound like I got drunk on my first drink if I did."

"You could say I got 'fired,'" Mittens quips, finally managing to climb to her feet.

She begins casting a long series of spells on herself, not bothering to clean up the soot, but judging from the shape of her hat and the rest of her getup it's likely she's a red mage.

"As it turns out, cannons are dangerous hiding places."

"Glad you're still alive, kupo..." the moogle starts. "Let's get you to a doctor." He presents the way for her.

The bartender says, "She looks fine to me. Fine enough for a fine. Look, cat, I don't know what your business is with the people you hid from, but either you pay for the damages here, or you find a way to get the people you hid from to pay for the damages instead."

"She just got shot out of a cannon." he starts calmly, "A KUPO CANNON!!" he yells while waving his arms in the air. "And all you care about is money?"

A nearby guy says, "Guy's gotta keep his tavern running, you know. And make a living. Things cost money, moogle. You little fluffballs wouldn't understand." the guy flicks downward on the moogle's pompom as he says "fluffball", causing the pompom to bounce a few times.

The moogle says, "Hey! Hands off the pompom!"

  "Any gunner irresponsible enough to not check the barrel before use probably doesn't care about your window."  Not exactly a helpful comment for Mittens's case, but GUN SAFTEY.  You check your weapon, then use explosives in as dangerous and irresponsible manner as you see fit.

  At the pompom flick, Brad facepalms and pays his tab.  If he has to leave in a hurry, he hates running out on the bill when he could avoid it.

OOC: I've been playing some Guns Of Icarus Online with pals recently, but alas you can not fire eachother out of the cannons during your steampunk airship battles.

"Thanks for standing up for me, Kupo," Mittens says to the little guy, "This should cover the damage."

She tosses a bag full of coins onto the bar that makes a nice jingle when it lands.  She smirks at Brad and nods.

"I know, right?"

She takes a step for the exit then lands flat on her face.

"ow."

The moogle having a negative reaction to being touched in the pompom doesn't start a fight or anything. If anything, it seems to get a smile and chuckle from the guy who did it. However, Mittens falling on her face kind of catches attention from people anyway, so even if someone found offense, hurting lady would kind of waylay those plans.

"Tell you what, kitten," the moogle starts, "I'll bring the doc to you. You just sit tight."

And with that, he starts off out the door.

  "I guess I can try and keep an eye on the window crasher."  Mittens might not be going anywhere but comparing the taste of floor polish to spilled beer for a while.  But you never knew...

  Oh, right.  Basic manners.  Brad heads over to try and help her to a bar stool, because falling face first on the bar is more socially acceptable and slightly more comfortable.

Even in her dazed state Mittens is able to tell a hand-up when she sees one.  Or is that several spinning around?  She takes the offer help and winds up slumped over the bar.

"Cure spells.  Don't always remove status effects.  Any white mages handy?  Oh.  Thanks for the help, everyone."

Soon, the moogle returns with Timothius. Timothius sees Mittens and picks up the pace before gently hugging her side and casting some cures on her. His blatant white mage outfit identifies him for what he is even if the cures didn't. "Hey, sis... please stop getting shot out of cannons. It's not good for your health."

  "This is a repeat occurrence?"  Would the pick-up line 'hey baby, wanna see my cannon?' work better if meant literally then?  Let's not test this theory.

  "Just how much were the ticket prices if it's worse than throwing gold at a bar?"

"Dun-DUUUN!"  Mittens chimes when finally rid of her status effect, posing all heroic like.

"Thanks bro!  Getting shot was entirely not part of the plan.  And 'no admittance' I think counts for more than infinite ticket cost."

Also, the coins in the bag aren't gold, but she's not admitting to that.  Speaking of which, she heads for the door!

Timothius watches Mittens and begins following her. "Where are you going, sir moves-a-lot?"

Meanwhile, the moogle is curious on the same thing the cat's bro is, so he figures he'll at least follow the pair out of the door.

  Brad has already paid his tab, and this looks to be more interesting than the local bard (sorry, you're just kind of tone deaf Mr. Bard) playing for the place.  So he follows this trainwreck, and if curiosity kills the cat then there are more literal targets for curiosity to gun for than him in this case.

Mits puts her fists on hips with a fake grin and says in a heroic voice, "I'm going to the authorities to report those darn sky pirates who shot me."

It's easy to tell she's hiding something or not being completely honest.

Timothius asks, "...and? What are you hiding?"

Atlas grins and glances up at Milton. "Heh... siblings. My name's Atlas, by the way. What's yours?"

  "Brad, and I'm assuming you've given up on the possibility of revenge, seeing how informing the authorities usually include the intention of letting the authorities handle it."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Mittens answers with shifty eyes, "I would never dream of using the authorities to get revenge on the pirates who shot me out of a cannon.  Nor use them to slow down said pirates in order to beat them both to the priceless magic artifact.  Mittens is much more noble than that.  Ahem..."

She feigns a heroic voice and pose, "That magic item is much too powerful to be trusted in the hands of some pirate or shady politician."

She quickens her pace.