Four Once More

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Characters: Warriors of Light (FFIII crew)
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: The last one has arrived! THE SET IS COMPLETE
Location: Fossil Roo entrance on the Mist Continent
Date: June 1803
Warnings: Enthusiasm, that should be all

Refia wouldn't let Luneth steal chocobos, but the moment she heard Ingus' voice on the communicator she knew they had to get to this Fossil Roo place somehow. So considering their options at that moment were mostly "walk" or "ride," she'd rolled up her sleeves and got to work. Less than two days later, she'd had four chocobos saddled and bridled outside the pen, with her staff and assorted camping gear packed on the one she was going to ride. The fourth could carry supplies and other assorted things - until they got to Fossil Roo, when it would carry a dragoon.

It wasn't a long ride, but it was exhilarating to be traveling again as they'd done during their adventure, with the wind in her hair and the sun on her face. Even the bulky white mage robes didn't hamper her enjoyment, and she raced along with Luneth and Arc, looking forward to the moment that their party would be complete.

Finding the Marsh was the hardest part; it blended in fairly well from a distance, and so took a bit of searching to find. And once she was in there, leading her chocobo by the bridle...

"Ewww! Toads!"

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[light-chosen.livejournal.com]

Indeed, Ingus was. Granted he wouldn't refuse a hand up in a more dangerous situation, but this he was perfectly capable of handling himself. "Thankfully I am, the armor protects well against your boisterous greetings." Ingus teased Luneth lightly back. As friendly as he was being, he must have been rather upset at having found himself stranded in a very strange land alone. He picked himself up off the stone and straightened his armor, looking as stern and serious as ever.

Thankfully the others weren't too far off. He cast a concerned glance over all of them. "You are all well, I trust?" Recently being smushed not withstanding. Noting that they were indeed, all mages of some type he was glad that he'd found himself in the armor of a Dragoon. Someone had to be able to take the hits should they find themselves in a situation where that were necessary.

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And Refia also accepted the hand up from Luneth to finish extricating Ingus from the pile. The armor may protect him, but there's no need to prolong the experience. She gave Luneth a quick smile for his help, even if he caused it in the first place, before turning back to give Ingus a very familiar and very thorough once-over, hands on her hips.

"You haven't been taking care of yourself again, have you?" You should be familiar with this look, Ingus. It is not a pleased look, and clearly you're going to have to come under her personal supervision until you can take care of yourself better. "You're too thin! And your armor is all banged up, I thought I taught you better than that!" Her eyes narrow and look carefully up and down - also not a comforting look.

"...You didn't bring enough supplies, did you!" It's not really a question. "You didn't think to ask how long this tunnel was and how many days you'd need to consider when you bought your food. Oh Ingus." Sigh. "You're absolutely hopeless."

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Luneth bit his tongue while Refia chewed Ingus out, but he realised what Arc had a bit late. While being a red mage meant lots of great magic and use with many weapons, the skills were so levelled out that it wasn't the most spectacular job. He'd been right; if Ingus had been another mage, they would have been horribly imbalanced.

"Refia, you don't look so thin yourself."

He'd bite it for that, but he didn't want Refia to dog Ingus when he'd just arrived, even if he could kind of see what she did. He just rubbed his head and thought about it. All of a sudden they wanted each other there, and poof!, in came Ingus. He wondered if Ingus had "fallen", too. The logic, of course, was still backwards, but he decided not to get into it.

"Well, we're stuck here... together, at least."

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Oh dear. He shied away from Refia when she started lecturing Ingus, mostly (but not quite completely) slipping behind Luneth and using him as a shield.

And then Luneth had to go and make a comment, and Arc shied away from him, too. ...Darn, there went all his options for discretely slipping out of sight. The only other option was running back to the chocobos and hiding behind one of them.

He stood there and tried to look innocuous, in the hopes that Refia wouldn't turn on him next.

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Uh-oh, Refia was being mother hen again. She didn't approve of Ingus' methods of being very sparing with his rations when he wasn't entirely certain how long it would take to catch up with them. He had asked, he had prepared as much as he possibly could, but he was still being as careful as possible just in case something didn't work out very well. Though he had a feeling Refia wouldn't listen if he tried to argue his side, so he simply set his face in a neutral expression and prepared to take the lecture without comment.

Then Luneth had to speak up... Ingus resisted the urge to facepalm, but did cast Luneth a brief thankful glance before deciding maybe it was his own turn to intervene. Wordlessly he grabbed his spear, gathered up his things, and brushed past the group. "We should move on." He said in his quietly commanding tone, nodding to Arc to come with him.

Poor Arc doesn't need to see that spat.

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Don't worry Arc, you're not going to be turned on unless you say something far more stupid than Luneth did. Because that comment does, momentarily, cause her to go silent - but the expected follows that.

"ARE YOU SAYING I'M FAT?!"

So suave, Luneth. Why do you keep poking her? It just never ends well.

Refia only mother-henned out of love, really; it was partially a measure of how much they all cared for each other that she did it at all and that they let her get away with it. They all knew she was as quick to insult sometimes, but after being through what the four of them went through, there weren't any people she was closer to.

But still.

"That's it, I am NOT healing you OR COOKING FOR YOU for a week!"