Ivalice

[JH]

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Elgoom sighed and kicked a rock on the ground. He had arrived at the South Gate over an hour ago, and had yet to see Aitan. The Hume that was to receive the package was next to him, starting to get frustrated.

"Where is he?" The Hume grumbled.

Elgoom shifted his glance from the ground to the Hume. He was a few years older then Elgoom, by the looks of it, and much taller then him as well, as most people were. He sprouted a trim cut beard and large blue hat. His clothes were standard soldier clothes, loose pants and shirt, short cape on his back. In his sword sheath rested the obvious sword.

"He will be here soon, rest assured." Elgoom replied. "What exactly is in this package you are to receive? I think it's only fair you let the Clan that is delivering it to you know."

The Hume was taken back by Elgoom's requested. He looked around, as if to make sure no one was coming, although Elgoom wasn't sure why.

"If you must know," The Hume said, his voice low, "The package contains the Pro-Killing Law Card."

Elgoom stared at the man in disbelief.

"But, that's impossible." Elgoom insisted. "The Pro-Killing Law Card is said to be locked away someplace safe, away from the hands of Corrupt Clans. What business do you have with it?"

The Hume laughed. "Well, the Card has to be taken to it's yearly examination at the Judge's Palace. You see, the Judges make sure the Card hasn't been replaced or damaged in an way or form. I am to be taking it to the Judge's Palace and I am proud to be given such a respectful task."

The Hume puffed out his chest in pride. "Of course," He continued, "I shouldn't be telling you this, but you seem like a trustful Moogle. Can I take your word that you will tell no one of my plans?"

Elgoom nodded, but it was a false accepting. Already, his mind was plotting a way to steal the package for Warriors of Fate. With this knowledge of the package's contents, they would rule all of Ivalice as they had long ago.

[Zildjian]

"That'll be 200 gil, sir," said the woman behind the counter of the store on the airship. Aitan handed her the gil and took his new teleport stone. He would need it soon, he feared. The aerodome was spotted below a few minutes before and the captain had announced that they'd begin their descend into Rabanastre. Aitan gripped the package tightly. He didn't know what was in it, but he knew 5000 gil was a huge price for delivering something like this. The contents must have been very very important. The gil would go towards the Warriors of Fate's fundings. Aitan did a lot of errands like this to get the money. He would go out on hunts to vanquish beasts for extra money and supplies. It was hard sometimes, but no one was more devoted to the clan than Aitan. It was like Aitan's baby. He was the one who created the clan around 20 years ago, back when he was just maturing. Though he didn't want the resposibilities of being Clan Leader, he was respected by the other members, and almost looked up to. He couldn't let them down.

As the airship settled into port, the doors swung open and the passengers began pouring out. Aitan was among the last to leave. He stepped out into the sun and looked around at the beautiful city of Rabanastre. The Aerodome was located at the West Gate, so he needed to hurry and get to the South Gate. He handled the package with great care as he walked to the Central Plaza, and then down the stairs to the South Gate. He immediatley spotted Egloom, recognizing him from his hat and his gun that glistened in the sun. Next to him stood a man, most likely the man who was going to be recieving the package. Aitan Gamba slowly walked towards them and said, "I'm late...but here's the package. Where's the money?" The man smiled as he pulled out a large sack, filled with gil. "Count 'em, all 5000," he said as he tossed Aitan the sack. Aitan looked at Egloom who seemed to be lost in thought at the moment. He slowly handed the man the package and smiled as he began to walk away. "Thanks for your time..." he said to the man, almost sarcastically. He looked at Egloom before leaving and said, "Don't forget about the meeting tonight." At that, he slowly turned around and with his teleport stone in one hand, and the sack of gil in the other, he headed towards the gate to Low Town.

[JH]

"Wait up!" Elgoom shouted after Aitan, holding up his hand to stop him. He ran to catch up to him.

"I have some...valuable...information." Elgoom stated, a grin forming.

He grabbed onto Aitan's clothing and turned him around forcefully.

"That package withholds the key to our reputation," Elgoom mentioned, "Something that can grant us unlimited power over everyone. If we can gain hold of that package, we can put our Clan's name back on the map."

[Ningacom]

Mogsama was staring off into the sky, standing of the prow of his ship, The Edgar. The sky was setting, and paints of orange and pink were slowly dripping across retreating blue. The moogle's pom-pom was bouncing slowly as the breeze blew it back. Mogsama and his clan, The Red Wings, were heading towards Arcadia. Apparently, clan buisness there was booming of late down there, perfect chance for a job or two. Which was of great relief to Mogsama, as the Red Wings hadn't had a decent job in a week. Their last was guarding/escorting a group of Bhujerbans through the skies (which had been uneventful). His crew growing restless, Mogsama prayed that something intresting started up soon.

As The Edgar passed over the Tchina Uplands, Mogsama thought it wise to alert his clanmates. In two leaps, he made his way from the prow to deck, which he began stomping on.

"Oi! Get your asses up here, Arcadia is only a few moments ahead, kupo!" he shouted in a tone that was quite unfitting of his small stature. Indeed, Mogsama wasn't the picture of your usual moogle.

First of all, he wasn't polite, or aware of his manners as most moogles were. He swore and acted worse then most Seeq. He was quite short tempered as well, and he got into bouts with others (regardless of race), frequantly. And, to top it off, he was a shameless flirt. Few moogle women existed that were safe from his smooth talk.

Which also got him in to quite a few street fights.