The Meeting Of Brilliance [Edgar]

[Maqui]

Fiddling with the machine in front of him, Maqui narrowed his eyes, peering here and there. He’d been perfecting this robot for what seemed to be centuries. A long time anyway. The problem was that, though it was his pet project, it also wasn’t one that actually helped the academy at all. And thus, Maqui felt obligated to spend most of his time there, instead of on his robot. Shame really, since it would be so much fun, and a big help. Or, he thought it would be a big help! All those pesky chores of life could be eliminated by the creation of this robot. And of course, that meant that on Alyssa could come and maybe help him with it. He did enjoy the company of the blonde girl, that was for sure. What that meant, he didn't know.

Looking at the box that he held in his hands, Maqui turned it around, looking at the wires. One of them wasn’t right. The problem was, that there seemed to be a zillion different wires in here. That was also the reason his toy wasn’t working very well right now. And so, it was time to get to work. Setting it down on one of his benches, Maqui turned and reached for a wrench he would need, a knife, and a pliers. Alright, that would work. Picking back up the box with all the wire ends, Maqui went to work. Slipping one of the wires out, he deftly put the pliers around the end, stripping it swiftly. Slipping the pliers back into his toolbelt, he flipped out the knife and with a sure eye, cut the wire. Repeating the process on another few wires, he joined them together the way he thought it should be, before slipping them back in. Well…hopefully that worked.

Yawning slightly, Maqui felt his stomach rumble, but ignored it, as he usually did while working. The only problem he wasn’t a few hundred pounds bigger by now was because he usually was so involved with what was going on around him that he didn’t even pay attention to the hunger. That usually got him a scolding from Lebreau. Lebreau’s eyes got even bigger when angered, which scared him. Those eyes…just about the biggest things he’d ever seen. He realized then just how much he missed his family since moving to Academia. Of course, he'd needed to get out on his own, and he enjoyed working for Hope, but still... Shrugging, Maqui concentrated once more on the wires. Reaching back to his back pocket to get his wrench from where he had stuffed it, Maqui patted his backside a few times before realizing it was gone. “What the…”

Turning his blue eyes, Maqui instantly saw the giant blue chocobo holding his wrench in his mouth. “Cookie! Heeeey! Cookie giveitback!” Keeping hold of the box, dangling from the robot from a few wires, Maqui tried to sternly look at the big bird. “Yo Cookie, I need that! Give her here eh?” With a few “Kweh’s”, the bird mischievously tilted its head toward him. Smiling, Maqui went to grab it before it jerked back, right out of his grasp. "Cookie! Blast it all, I need that!” Groaning, Maqui slid the box gingerly back into the hole in the robots ‘chest’, and turned back toward the big bird. “Comon Cookie!”

Jumping toward the bird, Maqui tried to grab the wrench he needed, but Cookie took off. “Heeeeeeeeeey!” Chasing after the bird, Maqui waved his arms as the bird escaped out the doors of his work room and started running down the hallway. “YO COOKIE! COME BAAACK!!” Shouting after the bird, Maqui was quickly outdistanced. Chasing him all down the building, Maqui finally burst out the front doors after the clever bird, the sunshine hitting him. Lifting his hand to shield his eyes, he caught sight of the bird prancing around, showing off for people. Stupid bird! Maqui rested his hands on his knees, panting heavily. “Come…back…” Slumping down to the ground right there outside the large Academy headquarters, he groaned dramatically, arms and legs outstretched. Why had he ever taught that bird to be so smart anyway? Able to maneuver out of the doors and all through the academy with no problem, along with all the other mischief he seemed to be able to get to. Closing his eyes for a moment, Maqui groaned again, before he felt a little nudge. Looking up, he saw the familiar chocobo eyes on him and rolled over, making a wild grab for the birds leg. Getting a grasp on it, he started getting dragged as the bird trotted away. Sputtering, Maqui found himself being dragged across the pavement, as the bird looked all to pleased with himself. “Coooookiieeeeeeeeee!” The sight was such a normalcy around the building that the people that saw the pair day in and day out simply gave him a few curious looks before they went back to their business.

When a big chocobo dragging a young man across pavement became normal, you knew you should find a different place to live.

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Words:; 1047
Muse:; Great!
Tagged:; Edgar!
Outfit:; Click!
Location:; Academia - Right outside of Academy building
Notes:;
Listening too:; Breaking Benjamin - Unknown Soldier

[Edgar Roni Figaro]

He’d finally done it. After weeks, perhaps even months of living in uncertainty, having to tell the worried citizens of Figaro that the problem was being worked on and that he was doing the best he could, Edgar had finally been fed up with the situation, and after ensuring that his kingdom was in capable hands during his absence, he had taken a chance and jumped through one of the portals. Everyone had tried to discourage him, but his mind had been made up. He was sick and tired of always having to give the same answers, which weren’t really answers at all, just words that he hoped would calm the populace down a little. They’d come to a point where words were no longer enough, they wanted proof that they were no longer in danger of the strange gateways that took people away from their homes and brought them… wherever the portals lead. Nobody actually knew for certain. There had been rumors about a paradise awaiting on the other side, but those rumors were matched by the speculation of some sort of hell awaiting you there instead. Some assumed the portals simply destroyed whatever passed through them, while others firmly believed that everyone who had been victimized by these things were still alive somehow, somewhere. Was it madness to jump into a portal you knew next to nothing about? Absolutely, but Edgar too had come to a point where he felt he had to do something, and if nobody else was willing to risk this, then he would just have to do it himself. If you wanted something done right, you needed to do it yourself anyway, wasn’t that how the saying went?
Truthfully, the king of Figaro hadn’t known what to expect from that trip through the portal. He didn’t know where it would lead, whether he could make it back, or whether he would even survive long enough to see the other side that this gate lead to. There had been a few people who had claimed they’d travelled through the portals and had found other worlds through it, but most people had waved those people off as insane. How could there be other worlds besides their own out there? Wouldn’t they have known that if it really were the case. Edgar on the other hand had chosen to believe those ‘madmen’, mostly because he wanted to believe that he’d make it back home somehow. He was devoted to his people and his kingdom, and he was indeed willing to die for them, but not like this. If he died now, it would be completely pointless, because it would mean that his people still didn’t have the answers they so desperately sought, and to top it off, they would’ve lost a king as well.

Luckily, it seemed like the madmen who had travelled through the portals before had been right. After getting over his initial motion sickness that had spawned from the portal travel itself, Edgar had felt good enough to go explore the strange world he’d found himself on. It seemed a lot more modern than his own, and the people wore strange yet fascinating clothes. Was this the future? It certainly seemed that way, because this world had technology that Edgar had never even heard of. To be honest, all of it was quite frightening, because he didn’t have the slightest clue as to what everything was and what it could do. He’d spotted a large box earlier that contained people in it, and everyone just stared up at it as though it was the most normal thing in the world. He’d honestly assumed that, in this time, people were monsters who locked each other up in boxes and then laughed in amusement over their suffering. Thankfully, a child had been able to tell him that there weren’t actually people in the boxes. That those people were alive and well and free, and that they had simply been ‘filmed’ by a ‘camera’. All of these concepts were unknown to him, but the child had been so kind to take him to a store where they sold these mysterious devices. He’d even gotten to test one out himself, and though he had panicked because he thought he’d captured the boy in his camera, he was relieved to find that the boy was still there after he lowered the device. He still didn’t understand what it was, but at least it wasn’t a weapon of mass destruction like he’d initially believed. After thanking the lad for his assistance, Edgar had gone on his way once again, flinching at every unknown sound he heard, but feeling fascinated by the sources of those noises at the same time. He did love tinkering… a lot, but he didn’t want to offend anyone, so he’d resisted the urge to tear one of these machines apart to see what they looked like on the inside and how they had been built. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could resist the urge though… all of this was just so scary and exciting! Mostly exciting!

His thought pattern was crudely interrupted by a blue chocobo racing past, apparently dragging a boy along with him. Edgar quirked an eyebrow and looked at the people around him. None of them seemed impressed by the sight, it had to be a normal method of transportation around these parts. Maybe a ‘cool’ thing to do amongst youngsters. They did love to be illogical about these sort of things and try to pass it off as something so awesome that adults couldn’t understand it. Oh well… Edgar didn’t particularly care about this world’s youth acting like buffoons. But wait… was that a damsel in distress he spotted on the other side of the road the chocobo had just made for himself? The woman seemed to be quite upset as she picked up her bag, a bag that the feathered creature had run over. “That boy…” she sighed as she checked the contents of her bag. Lots of squashed food. The poor lady, this just wouldn’t do at all. “Fear not, m’lady! I shall deal with the rascal in your stead,” he told the woman as he swiftly kissed her hand like the gentleman he was before running to where the blue chocobo had taken off to. As soon as he spotted the boy and his bird, Edgar dusted his clothes off and stood straight and proud like a king should, with an excellent posture, “You there, young man!” he announced as he walked towards where they were, “Seize your tomfoolery at once and face me!”

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Words: 1107
Tagged: Maqui
Location: Academia - outside of Academy building
Outfit: Usual
Notes: I figured I'd reference televisions with Edgar too. =D

[Maqui]

This was by far the best day in his life.

Maqui held on for dear life as Cookie trotted across the pavement, happily clucking about something. Perhaps it really was Maqui's fault that this was happening, since he had been the one to teach the big blue bird to fetch. At the time he had thought it would be a good idea. After all, who didn't want a big bird that could feth for you? Especially fetching tools you needed for working on different projects. It generally saved him a ton of time to have the bird run and grab things he needed instead of having to run and grab the items himself. Yes, it generally was a huge help, except, unfortunately, when Cookie decided to play keep away instead of fetch. Also unfortunately that seemed to happen quite a bit lately. So instead of today going how he had hoped, with a helpful bird, he was being drug through the strees of Academia. "Cooookie!"

And then the bird stopped. Maqui felt relief, and lifted his blonde head dizzily to look at what was happening. All he saw was a tall blonde man standing there shouting about tomfoolery? What kind of weirdo was this? Did it look like he was doing this on purpose?! Cookie seemed confused at the bigger man waving his arms, or perhaps he was just mildly interested in him. Either way, Maqui was going to seize the opportunity and make a grab for the wrench, but Cookie had other ideas. With a 'waaark', the bird started prancing forward. With a little yelp Maqui dove for the leg of the chocobo, once again holding on for dear life as the bird continued toward the older man standing there. "What does it look like I'm trying to do?!" Maqui burst out in response to the tomfoolery demand.

The chocobo pranced in front of the man, cocking it's head to the side and clicking curiously. Used to Maqui's blonde hair, perhaps it found the long pony tail interesting. At any rate it reached its head around, took the golden hair in his mouth and started scooting back, tugging at the mans hair as it did. Maqui got stepped on as the bird scooted back, not quite able to escape that fate. With a 'whoosh' of breath, Maqui started squirming under the leg of the bird. "Cook...ie! Get-" inhaling a deep breath, he tried to push off the ground. "OOFF!" That seemed to gain the attention of the bird, who clucked worridly and pranced off of his owner, but still holding the pony tail in its beak, tugging the man with him. Maqui flopped on his back, arms outstretched, eyes bugging slightly, before he groaned and closed them. "Best day of my life," he groaned out, only then noticing what his bird was doing to the man. Oh great..."Cookie let him go!"

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Words:; 642
Muse:; Great!
Tagged:; Edgar
Outfit:; That one!
Location:; Academia
Notes:; :3
Listening To:; Oceans - Evanescence

[Edgar Roni Figaro]

Dese keeds, they were unbelievable! First the boy caused trouble for the poor damsel in distress, and now he was showing him attitude? Edgar would make sure some manners were knocked into this boy, because evidently, his parents had fallen short in that department. Why was it always that children got more rude with each new generation, back in his day, people did not address their elders so rudely, but he knew for a fact that rudeness was not exclusive to this world, because Relm seemed to lack manners at times as well. “Do not speak to me that way, boy. I demand you come over here at once and speak to me like a proper gentleman, if you are capable of behaving yourself, that is,” Edgar placed his hands on his hips, taking up a confident air as he did so when the chocobo pranced over to him and gave him an odd look. Edgar for his part just rose an eyebrow at the bird before addressing the boy once again, clearing his throat a little for the lecture he’d made up in his mind just now. Oh yes, at the end of this, the boy would be crying and buying the lady new groceries because he just felt so damn awful about himself.

Edgar was beautiful, but he also had a knack for giving speeches, which was probably the reason he was so good at this whole ‘king’ business. Shy and soft spoken individuals made lousy kings because they seemed too weak and too easily manipulated. That’s why Sabin wouldn’t have worked out too well as a king either, he was confident enough, but he was also a calm and friendly person. One who didn’t like ordering people around. Edgar didn’t much enjoy it, but he could still do it without reservation. In the end, tossing that coin had really been for the best. Edgar was always supposed to rule Figaro, and Sabin was always destined to live a free life. It had all worked out, now Edgar just had to make sure this situation with the rude kid (who was probably not that much younger than he himself was) would work out as well. Time to get his kingly face on. “Young man, I find your lack of respect for traffic rules and personal property highly disturb-“ before the king even got to finish the first sentence of his lecture, the chocobo suddenly latched onto his hair and started dragging him along like some sort of toy.

“Aargh!” Edgar spluttered, his arms and legs flailing after him in an attempt to break free as the chocobo dragged him along with it, “Release me at once, you fiend!” the king growled at the bird, his eyes filled with worry over his gorgeous locks of hair. How was he supposed to seduce Terra without his flowing golden hair?! How was he supposed to seduce anyone without this beautiful mop on his head? Sure, he was handsome and could probably get with the ladies even if he were bald, but it would require extra effort, and that was something the king of Figaro was not used to, nor did he want to get used to it. He had spent years grooming his hair to look just right to make people swoon as he walked by – even some random men he didn’t care for – there was no way he could let it end like this! If the bird didn’t let go, he would just have to try another tactic, “I will pay you richly if you get the bird to let me go, do you like gold? Here, take it! Take it all!” Edgar flailed and desperately threw coins of gold at the boy. No price was high enough for his looks, and he still had plenty money back home, so he was hardly sacrificing as much as some people might think. Oh dear, he wasn’t turning into a cheapskate, was he?

But... wait a minute... this all seemed a little too convenient. Even as he was getting dragged around by a blue bird, the king of Figaro narrowed his eyes at the blonde. "You little bastard, you planned this from the start, didn't you?" he must've known Edgar was a gentleman, who would give chase and try to teach him some manners. The nefarious rascal must've also realized he had money, good grief, he was getting robbed by a teen and his oversized chicken! How had he fallen for such a trick? Damn his love for the fairer sex and wanting to defend their honor! "You ought to be ashamed of yourself."

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Words: 772
Tagged: Maqui
Location: Academia - outside of Academy building
Outfit: Usual
Notes: lmao, I love this thread already. XD

[Maqui]

What was this guy even talking about?! While Maqui clung to the leg of his chocobo, he tried to make sense of what the man was telling him. Unfortunately his chocobo had other ideas, and the blue bird started dragging him around again. Maqui could barely hear what the guy was saying over the noises that Cookie was making, how was he supposed to do anything about it? Didn't the guy see that he was just a tad busy? Obviously he needed to teach Cookie some manners, because this weekly display of being drug around the city had to stop, especially when weird men came up and called you a boy. Did he look like a boy? "I can't come over there!", he despaired, voice quivering up and down because of being dragged and jiggled around. Who did this guy think he was anyway! A king? Yeah right! Well he sure liked to give enough lectures, especially when Maqui had the utmost respect for traffic laws and such! Unless he was testing out a new invention, but tha-..actually, he didn't think that was good to mention.

After being stepped on and dragged around, Maqui finally let go, lying there in a heap. What had he ever gotten this danged bird for anyway? Coughing and rubbing his stomach where the birds talons had dug in, Maqui didn't bother attempting to get up for a good ten seconds. Finally the man's voice, which had lost the lecturing quality and now just had a panicky tone, alerted him and he looked up to see the new mess that Cookie was creating. Oh no...the last thing he needed was yet another of his many fines for disturbing the peace in Academia. "Cookie!", he burst out, crawling to his feet. Leaping at his bird, Maqui latched onto a wing and started to tug while the man started yelling at the bird to get off. "Be quiet! You're scaring him!", Maqui shouted, tugging at Cookie's wing before he too was being dragged as Cookie gleefully jerked at the hair of the king, not noticing that he was harming his master in the process, as all the bird realized was that he had a new toy to play with. And he sure didn't seem scared, like Maqui had said.

The next minute he was hit in the face with the coins that were thrown at him. "Ow!", he cried, dropping Cookie's wing and placing a hand over his eye. Maqui didn't need any money, he just wanted to keep Cookie out of trouble with the local authorities! And who just threw money in peoples faces?! And that had hurt! One coin had smacked him right in the eye, and while that throbbed, Maqui tried to glare at the odd man. He didn't get very far though, as Cookie was still assaulting the blonde and Maqui was going to have to get him away from the man before the authorities saw the scene they had witnessed many times, just in different forms.

A moment later he started to throw wild accusations out. Maqui's jaw dropped open in surprise, before he shook his head and waded in one more time to try and dislodge the hair from Cookie's beak. But the man continued with accusations. "Are you crazy?!", he burst out, before throwing the coins back at the man and making another grab for his out of control bird. Wrapping his arms around Cookie's neck, he drug it down and held his beak in a hand. "Cookie drop it!" Maqui frowned when Cookie shook his head in defiance, before warking to show it didn't want to behave. "No Cookie-snacks for a month if you don't drop it this instant!" Almost immediately Cookie released the mop of blonde hair, and Maqui sagged against his blue bird in relief. "Maqui! What's going on here?" Oh no... Turning his head, Maqui peeked under Cookie's neck at the authority figure he had seen many times before and gulped. "His hair! It's all his hair's fault...Cookie couldn't help but want to play with it!", he said in defense.

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Words:; 877
Muse:; Great!
Tagged:; Edgar
Outfit:; That one I linked?
Location:; Academia
Notes:;
Listening To:; Born to Fly - Sara Evans

[Edgar Roni Figaro]

This day had started so nice. Instead of ending up in a hell of sorts, he’d ended up in a mechanic’s paradise, which was admittedly a little scary at first, but had gotten more beautiful and poetic and stuff as the hours passed by. The weather had been good, the women had been beautiful and the children were probably in school because he hadn’t seen one yet. Such a nice day… ruined by some teenager and his blue nightmare bird which was currently dragging him along like a toy, and Edgar was powerless to free himself from the monster’s beak. And to make matters worse, he was pretty sure the young man he’d been lecturing earlier had planned all of this from the start in hopes of robbing him blind, that little jerk. Why hadn’t he seen this coming? It was all just a little too convenient… first the bird had run by right before his eyes, then the lady and her groceries, and now… oh dear Gods, was the woman involved in this as well? What kind of nightmare was this? ”Scaring him?” he gasped and glared at the boy he currently wanted to strangle, “He’d better damn well be scared, because once I free myself of your trap, you will both be in a world of trouble, mister!” he hissed angrily. The bird, which seemed to go by the name of ‘Cookie’, didn’t seem to like Edgar’s threats, and only tugged on his hair harder. This was getting him nowhere, if it was money they wanted, then dammit, he would shove his pride aside this once and give them what they wanted. They’d managed to trick him, so it was fair that they at least got something for their trouble. Edgar would’ve preferred it to be an ass whooping of epic proportions, but beggars can’t be choosers. So long as ‘Cookie’ released his hair and let him walk away from this, Edgar would be pleased. Being released was a small thing to ask for, was it not?

Apparently it was a lot to ask for, because the boy still didn’t control his beast even after Edgar had paid him richly. What more did he want?! That’s when the accusations started flowing freely from the king’s lips, but to his own shock, the young man tossed the coins he’d given him right back at him. “Ow! Watch it!” he hissed, completely forgetting about the fact that he hadn’t been all that careful with throwing his money earlier either. “Drop it?” the king of Figaro mumbled to himself, before getting crudely interrupted by the chocobo shaking his head, and thus shaking Edgar along with it. “Oh Gods, just make him stop…” he whispered quietly just in case the boy wasn’t a nefarious thief, but was actually trying to help him. After the threat of not getting any snacks for a month, Edgar was instantly dropped on the floor, where he stayed for a moment, just staring up in shock. What the heck had just happened to him? And why did these things always happen to him in the first place? Damn his chivalry, damn it! The king’s eyes moved to the side when another man had come to interfere in the situation. About damn time too! Where had this guy been when Edgar was getting physically abused by a blue chicken? His jaw dropped open when he was getting blamed for all of this, “I beg to differ, sir,” He intervened, climbing to his feet at a surprisingly fast rate, “This boy has been causing a nuisance in this city, and then his bird attacked me when I tried to talk some sense into its master,” he crossed his arms and glared at the chocobo again, “It almost tore my hair out, the fiend. I take it this lad is familiar with your justice department, seeing as you know his name?”

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Words: 651
Tagged: Maqui
Location: Academia - outside of Academy building
Outfit: Usual
Notes: Nice start for their friendship. XD

[Maqui]

Maqui couldn't believe this was happening to him. He'd finally gotten a day off to do whatever he wanted...and this was what happened. Finally he had to explain to the man just why Cookie was doing what he was. It was that he was scared! Yeah....that had to be it. It had to be. While clinging to his bird he was basically giving him a hug around the neck. Unfortunately the bird was mischievous just in general life, the temptation of long flowing blonde hair like his 'moms' just made him want to play with it, and so Maqui had basically no control at the moment. Still, he wanted to tell the guy to just hush, because this sure wasn't helping Cookie any! It was getting him riled up more, which meant wilder motions. Maqui didn't really care how much trouble this man was threatening either, he just didn't want Cookie to get hurt. "Can you please be quiet for just a minute?!", he begged, voice strained and sounding almost like he was going to cry.

That seemed to actually almost work, because the man quieted down slightly and Cookie stopped at his masters emotional voice, the bird sensitive to his masters emotions, though he still was tugging at the long hair. When he had time to take a breath, he patted the blue, fluffy feather chest and reprimanded his bird to make Cookie drop the hair. And thankfully it worked, despite being a little begrudgingly. "Thanks Cookster," he said in relief, patting his neck and then scratching lightly, just like the bird liked it. Well that was one crisis...kind of averted. At least the bird wasn't attacking anyone anymore, just cocking his head back and forth to study the toy his owner had just made him give up, still wanting it.

Unfortunately, the officer he knew quite well had heard the scuffle and was now standing there in front of the man he'd never seen, the boy and his chocobo he knew quite well. Though Maqui never tried to get involved in so much trouble, it seemed to come naturally. Maqui himself felt his cheeks burn slightly, before putting the blame on the man having long hair. Perhaps it wasn't the most logical argument, but it worked for him! He should have known that the man would argue about it! When he got to his feet, Maqui glanced between the two men and his bird, frantically holding Cookie back as he squawked and Maqui could tell he was going after the hair again. Thankfully he settled down and was content to stand there patiently after that.

The officer was having quite the time of it, watching the scene in amusement. From Maqui's slight fear to the man's righteous indignation, to Cookie looking all too pleased with himself. Okay...well sure, Maqui could be a slight annoyance whenever Cookie escaped or whenever he blew something up accidentally on one of his experimental projects that he let loose in the city, he would hardly call him a nuisance. The boy was too friendly and nice to really get anyone sincerely angry with him, and he always either paid for what he or Cookie broke, fixed it himself, or gave the people involved some sort of gift, either some new gizmo or some modification to what they had. This man must not be from Academia by the looks of it, and was obviously angry. The officer found this entertaining, and barely suppressed the smile from his lips, before shifting so he could lay one hand on Maqui's shoulder and focusing on the man. "Maqui's a fine citizen around Academia, perhaps a bit...destructive at times, but perhaps you just need to get to know Cookie a little more. He obviously likes you," he said with a bit of a twitch of his lips. There would have to be something done about this though. "And Maqui," he said in a warning voice. "I did warn you the last time Cookie got out..." he mentioned, quirking a brow at the young man.

Maqui hung his head slightly and nodded. "I know..." Lightly squeezing the young mans shoulder, he then peered back up at the stranger, apparently figuring he didn't need to know what Maqui's punishment would be, instead knowing that Maqui would repay what he had come up with as a punishment. "Did the chocobo actually tear it out? It looks like it's still in tact to me, so no harm done. I think...why yes, I think what you both need is some quality time together. Maqui, why don't you give this nice man a tour of the Academy, would you? Make sure to show him your inventions and that big garage you've got. Didn't you mention last time that you were working on a robot?" Maqui nodded a bit glumly, though the talk of his inventions had perked him up. "Yes sir!", he said enthusiastically. "Great! Does that suit you?", he asked the gentleman, barely giving him any time to respond, lest it be unfavorable, before ruffling Maqui's hair and walking off. "Be sure to come into the office bright and early tomorrow to take care of what I told you.", he finished, though that didn't damper Maqui's better mood. Turning back to the man, he felt she again, not sure what to say and pressing up against Cookie. "So...I'm Maqui, and this is Cookie. What's your name?"

Way to be awkward Maqui.

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Words:; 1116
Muse:; Great!
Tagged:; Edgar
Outfit:; That one I linked!
Location:; Academia
Notes:; XD I don't know what this is
Listening To:; Goodbye Earl - Dixie Chicks

[Edgar Roni Figaro]

His tactic of yelling and threatening clearly wasn’t working in his favor right now, and no matter how upset he was about his hair being violated, he couldn’t help but feel that the rascal that had sent his chocobo after him had a good point. Maybe being quiet would calm the ferocious beast down enough that it would forget about munching his head for a moment. Maybe he’d get bored and just leave? And so he quietly obeyed his fellow blonde and remained quiet… for a second, that was until he noticed the desperate tone in the boy’s voice. “If anyone has the right to weep at present, it is me,” he hissed under his breath, loud enough for the boy to hear, but not loud enough to set the chocobo off even further, or so he hoped. “It is my hair that is getting ripped out, mister.” Ripped out was probably overreacting a little, but Edgar – as many back home could vouch for – had a flair for the dramatic. That he wasn’t making a bigger scene out of this was mostly because he felt silly, being dragged around by a large, blue bird, and he didn’t want anyone to see him in this compromising position if at all possible. After a long struggle, the chocobo, whose name was apparently “Cookie” had finally decided enough was enough, and released him, making the king drop unceremoniously to the ground, but he didn’t really mind it too much. So long as he was free, that was all he cared about right now. He would’ve even just scrambled to his feet, wagged his finger disapprovingly at the boy and walked off, had said boy not chosen to accuse him of his own pet’s misbehavior. He could not stand for such injustice against his own person, and so he was quick to throw the accusation right back at him.

“I do not find an unprovoked attack to be amusing, good sir,” he replied when the guard seemed to be making fun of him by mentioning that Cookie seemed to like him, and with a serious expression etched deep into his features, Edgar crossed his arms and this time regarded the man of authority with disapproval. It wouldn’t help him whatsoever, since he wasn’t actually in control of this place, but it made him feel better. The guard hardly seemed to hear him as he turned his attention to the young man named Maqui instead. Good, hopefully a suitable punishment would be found to deal with this situation. Edgar didn’t think it had to be too harsh, since no one had been truly hurt, but at least some punishment would be appropriate, if you asked him. Which no one did, of course. Apparently the people in this world didn’t care as much about respect as the people in his own world did. A subtle roll of his eyes was the only response he could muster when the guard again chose the boy’s side. Clearly, someone was a teacher’s pet… or a guard’s pet, or whatever you wanted to call it. It was apparent that Maqui wouldn’t be getting any punishment, at least not today, and Edgar was observant enough to understand that the guard obviously liked Maqui and wouldn’t be punishing him later either. Maybe make him run an errand or something of that nature, but not much beyond that. With a huff, Edgar looked away and sought desperately for an excuse to move on and leave these people to it. He was losing his patience, and that feeling only intensified when the guard suggested that the best course of action would be for the two of them to spend time together. Why? What could either of them possibly gain from that?

Quirking an eyebrow and directing his gaze back towards the guard, the king opened his mouth, ready to voice his opinion on that very idea when the man mentioned something that instantly shut him up. A robot? Did he hear that right? This young man had developed an actual robot? Edgar did a lot of tinkering in his spare time, but he’d never had enough time or energy to build a robot. Needless to say, Edgar’s interests were piqued, enough so that he completely ignored the guard when he was asked directly for his opinion. “A robot you say…” he mumbled to himself, pressing a fist against his chin and slowly nodding his head in approval. That did sound mighty interesting. And just like that, Edgar had forgotten about what had transpired earlier, not entirely of course, but it wasn’t the main thing on his mind any longer. He turned to look at Maqui as he introduced himself, oddly enough, he had chosen to partially hide himself behind his blue demon. Was he shy or something? That was a surprise, and here he’d thought this guy to be a thieving vagabond. Oh well, maybe it was best to leave the first impressions behind and start anew. Edgar could do that. Where Maqui seemed shy and bashful, Edgar was anything but. With a straight posture and an all-round confident look, the king of Figaro extended his hand towards the boy, “My name is Edgar Roni Figaro, a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Maqui.” His eyes glanced up towards Cookie, he still felt like he should be wary of that thing, just in case he wanted to eat his head again. “Cookie…” he greeted with a polite nod of his head, but he was careful not to nod too close to the Chocobo’s beak. You never knew, after all… After exchanging a few worried glances with the chocobo, Edgar looked back down at his master, “The guard mentioned a robot… may I see it?”

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Tagged: Maqui
Location: Academia - outside of Academy building
Outfit: Usual
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[Maqui]

Maqui was so glad that Cookie had actually dropped his hair. Knowing his bird, he had severely doubted that anything would work. It usually didn’t once the bird had become infatuated with something. When that happened, it was almost impossible to get his attention back from whatever his new ‘toy’ was. Usually it worked out because it was one of his tools and he didn’t have to worry that someone was going to try putting him on a spit and roast him for supper-…well, Yuj had come close a few times after Cookie had eaten some of his clothes. But was that really Cookie’s fault? Yuj had just left them out in the middle of nowhere looking all nice and pretty and for the taking! Yeah…that was his story and he was sticking to it. The funny thing was that Yuj hadn’t appreciated that line of reasoning just as much as this stranger seemed to dislike it, even trying to pin the blame on him and Cookie when it was clearly his fault for keeping his hair so long and tempting Cookie!

And fortunately the officer, someone Maqui knew pretty well – And had gotten cookies from this man’s wife on different occasions – stepped in and fixed the situation. Even though Maqui was going to have to go into the office to get his punishment the next way, which usually involved some charity work for someone, he’d still gotten off way lighter than if this man had really decided to press charges. When push came to shove though, people defended their own, and Maqui was more well known to this officer, and everyone in the area. That reason alone would have people side with him, he was sure of it! Well…maybe not completely sure, but…well, anyway, he was glad that he didn’t actually have to deal with it. Instead, he waved as the officer walked away and then hid behind Cookie, a little embarrassed. He had always wished he could be like Snow when it came to people skills. He made being around new people look like a piece of cake. Why…couldn’t he have a little bit of that?

When he asked about the robot, Maqui brightened a little bit, stepping away from his bird just a bit and nodding in excitement. “I started making it to be a helping hand to a woman I know, but…well, I moved away, and so now I’m trying to make it into something that could help me invent things easier.”

The hand reached out made him blink, looking back up at the man and then over at Cookie. The bird just inclined his head to the side and Maqui stepped forward to meet the handshake with his own, clasping firm like he had noticed plenty of other men do. He was tongue tied again until he mentioned about wanting to see the robot. “Oh…yeah! Sure! I’d be happy to show you.”, he said quietly, before waving this Edgar after him. “Come on! It’s just over this way,” he said before he started to trot back toward the Academy. At least this guy wasn’t going to be angry with him anymore! That was a good thing…he’d have to thank the officer for that later on! His footsteps quickly led him to the shiny entrance of the Academy. Slowing to a stop, he glanced over his shoulder at the man and then pointed forward. "This is the Academy. I work here."

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Muse:; All over the place xD
Tagged:; Edgar
Outfit:; That one I linked!
Location:; Academy entrance
Notes:; --
Listening To:; Pass the Mic - Beastie Boys

[Edgar Roni Figaro]

Lucky for this kid, Edgar was easily distracted when machines were involved, so rather than staying mad and getting on the officer’s case for not punishing him right away and in a far harsher fashion than he seemed to have in mind, Edgar’s mind just wandered as he imagined what the robot might look like and what it might be able to do. Tinkering was something he’d always enjoyed, and even today he still took some time off his busy schedule to just mess around with mechanics, trying to invent new things and rebuilding things that had already been discovered. He wasn’t a scientist or anything, so he rarely had an actual breakthrough going on in his basement where he kept his equipment, but who knew? If he hadn’t taken up this role of ruling the kingdom, that might have very well been his profession instead. What better way to make a living than by doing something you enjoyed?

But none of that was important, because even if it would’ve been a cool thing to do, it was something that could only happen in an alternate universe. Here, he was king Edgar Roni Figaro, and his role – which didn’t include mechanics – was clear, and he had accepted it a long time ago as something he couldn’t change. But being here had provided him with quite the opportunity, in this world, he was no king. He was just another man on the street. A handsome man with beautiful hair, but still just a man in the eyes of these people. He was already working on a way to get back, so why not just enjoy the time he had here doing what he actually enjoyed?

“Ah, that is good. I see a gentleman resides under that rebellious attitude after all,” he remarked rather simply, completely unaware of how his words might be considered offending. He had acted like a rebel though, so Edgar felt he was justified in his statement. “If you made it for someone else though, how come it is here with you? Did she no longer have need of it?” Maybe he wasn’t such a gentleman after all, though if Edgar were perfectly honest… he wouldn’t give most of his inventions to someone else either, even if it was a gorgeous maiden with heavenly features. A man needed a few possessions which belonged only to himself and to no one else, Edgar understood that. He understood it very well.

Although Maqui had initially seemed shy, that handshake was certainly not a boy’s handshake, but a man’s. The king of Figaro nodded his head approvingly, there was hope left for this youngster yet. He didn’t actually mention any of his findings to the young man though, and instead just asked about the robot. He really did want to see it, who knew, maybe he could even rebuild it when he got back home. Imagine how much easier people’s lives would be if they had robots to do the hard work for them? Edgar did like seeing his people happy, so he’d be sure to study Maqui’s invention closely once he got to his workspace. “Excellent, lead the way,” he told him with a bright grin before looking back in the chocobo’s direction and taking a step away from it, smiling awkwardly at the bird in hopes it wouldn’t feel offended. ”Nice Cookie…” Edgar wasn’t sure if he’d done anything to offend the creature, but it was better to be safe than sorry. He didn’t want to be dragged around like that again, that was for sure, so he’d just make sure that Cookie didn’t feel neglected or offended or whatever. If the bird was happy, surely it would leave him alone.

With that thought kept in the back of his mind, Edgar slowly followed after his fellow blonde, and whistled approvingly when he got a good view of the Academy Maqui worked at, “Nice place,” he crossed his arms and nodded, giving the building a good look before raising an eyebrow and turning back to Maqui. “If I may be so bold, are you not a tad bit too young to be employed at such a place?”

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Words: 698
Tagged: Maqui
Location: Academia - outside of Academy building
Outfit: Usual
Notes: ...stuff? XD

[Maqui]

Maqui found that once again confusion was setting in when the man said that there was perhaps bit of gentleman in him after all. He…had no idea what this guy was talking about. Who was he saying was a rebel? Him? Maqui? Well…he didn’t think he was exactly a rebel…right? No…this man couldn’t be talking about him. He must be talking about someone else. Quickly Maqui scanned the surrounding area to see if there was someone else that he might have been talking about. …Nope, so he…wasn’t quite sure what this man meant, but decided to shrug it off. If it was that important, then he would mention it again, so…yeah, it couldn’t be about him.

Well anyway, there were better things to be talking about, like just why he had started this whole project anyway. Maqui had started out making the robot as a way to help Lebreau around NORA. She seemed to cook and clean for the entire organization, so the least Maqui had thought he could do was make her some sort of help. A lot of it was just that he felt guilty about how many times he had forgotten to do his portion of the chores and how many times she had stepped in to help out with them and not complain. Besides, with Lebreau freer, she would have more time to bake, and that meant more cookies for him. Unfortunately for him, he had moved away to come to Academia, and since the robot hadn’t been fully done, it had come with him. “Oh, well…I’m sure Lebreau could still use it, but I moved here to expand my inventions beyond New Bodhum, and since it wasn’t done, it just came with me.”, he tried to explain while he scuffed his foot against the ground. Every time he thought about NORA, New Bodhum, or his own family, he got terribly homesick. Some day! He was going to live in New Bodhum again…but until he had expanded his horizons, he would be here in Academia.

As soon as he had shaken the king’s hand – if he actually was a king – Maqui felt awkward and had no idea what to say. What was he supposed to say now? Thankfully this Edgar fellow seemed to be able to get the conversation rolling again, and once they were on the subject of inventing, Maqui took the lead again. If there was anything he actually felt comfortable talking about, it was inventions and mechanics. Most other things he didn’t know quite what to say, especially about women, and so he was happy and even slightly relaxed when he could talk about things like this.

Turning on his heel to lead them to the Academy, Maqui noticed that the man seemed ill at ease by Cookie. “Come on Cookster,” he said while patting on his leg. Instantly the chocobo warked and trotted up to him, nuzzling the top of his blonde hair while Maqui continued on. Well…where had this well-mannered bird been when he had needed him moments before?

Finally they got to the Academy, as to which Maqui pointed up and explained was where he worked. He hadn’t expected Edgar’s question though, and glanced over at him. He didn’t take offense, how could he? Half the staff still thought he was much too young to be doing what he did, though they begrudged him that he was perhaps the most talented inventor of the place. “I’m twenty.”, he pointed out, trying to look as stately as possible, but ultimately lowered his gaze away. “Hope, the leader of the place, had to pull quite a few strings to get me in, since most of the researchers are…a lot older, but he managed to do it. I take care of most of the inventing now, since I have a way with it.”, he said softly, before continuing up and into the Academy, opening the door and allowing Cookie and the king to go in before him. As soon as he allowed the door to close, the girl at the desk excused herself from the phone, pressed it to her shoulder, and waved him over. While he walked over toward her, Maqui stuffed his hands in his pockets. “Maqui! I’m glad you’re back. Bemis is having some difficulty with his newest project in lab five and was asking for your help, though he said that he could wait if you have other pressing matters.” Nodding, Maqui rubbed the back of his neck and thought a second. “Alright, I’ll see what I can do!” He began to turn away, but then decided to ask her for her help and turned back. “Hey, could you get a bedroom for a portal-ee for me?” Instantly she was agreeing and Maqui shuffled his way back to Edgar. “Come on, it’s this way.”, he said while he started to walk away.

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Muse:; Great!
Tagged:; Edgar
Outfit:; That one I linked!
Location:; Academy
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Listening To:; Fighter - Christina Aguilera