Final Fantasy Hacktics

   "Mohhh..." the fire sprite flies after Rhyhorn.

Elia raises her left eyebrow. "Alright. Suit yourself." Elia turns around and rolls her eyes. "You're either going with Hogarth, or Rhyhorn." She begins walking away. "I'll see you later, maybe then we can correctly introduce our selves then." Elia turns the corner and walks out the door of the Mage Guild heading for the Inn.

Rhyhorn just keeps trying to sneak away, trying his best to not deal too much collateral damage in the process.  His eyes are obviously filled with fear.  Far, far more fear than something as dangerous as the previous Fire Elemental could have ever hoped to evoke, despite the fact Rhyhorn was nearly killed by it.  Even a stone rhino like Rhyhorn knows that hell hath no fury like a woman's scorn.

"Of course!" She called, gingerly making her way toward where Yvonne and Rhyhorn were headed, "Wait up! We're still shopping, you goofs."

Rhyhorn pauses in his tracks upon hearing Nathalie's voice.  He waits a moment, then quickly scribbles on his chalkboard.  "Rhyhorn done, need come back tomorrow."  He finishes writing, showing it to Nathalie before continuing out the door.  It was the truth - enchanting his armor would take 8 hours and the Mage's Guild wouldn't be open that long today.  He then quickly erases it and writes "We go marketplace for today."

   "Marketplace?" Yvonne repeats. "Flower shop! Yay! Le's go!" she cheers. "Le's go! Le's go! Le's go!"

"Sounds good enough to me! So what's on the agenda?" She asks, walking casually beside him, "I don't have much gold to spend after my last splurge." Yvonne's excitement for the florist seemed an exciting dear as any, though, and Nathalie nodded in agreement to the idea of buying some lilies and daisies.

"Flowers would be nice."

Rhyhorn sighs in relief, getting a bit of life back into his step as he leads the way out of the marketplace, only to find the slumbering Hogarth in his cart.  He picks up the gold coin, stuffing it into his money purse before hooking himself into his cart harnesses and setting off with whoever else is following him in tow.

Snorting awake for a second, Hogarth throws an apple core she still has at the sound of the nearest, loudest noise and goes back to sleep, her snore just as loud as before.

Rhyhorn grumbles in annoyance, feeling the apple core smash against his hide, trying his best to resist waking up the Barbarian and getting her to clean the apple stain off for him.

"What in the...?" Nathalie asked, voicing her confusion out loud before looking around at the various civilians walking about, "What just happened?"

Rhyhorn just keeps walking, not saying a word and hoping they reach the marketplace soon.

   "Shopping spree: Round two!" Yvonne cheers holding both hands up in celebration. "Flower shop, flower shop, oh flower, flower shop!" she starts singing merrily. "Flower shop, flower shop,  oh flower, flower shop." She glances around the marketplace. "Flower shop!" she points to a cart overflowing with plants of various types before making a popping sound with her cheek. "Badum dum dum." She starts repeating her song as she flits around the cart, checking out the selection. However, it doesn't take long before she finds what she wants; a single, large, white lily and a tiny bouquet of forget-me-nots secured with some white lace. "Hey! Gimme these!" she tells the vendor, handing over a silver piece.

Hogarth sleepily reaches over and grabs one of the plants, chomping on it before realizing it's not edible and spitting it out. "Your food is awful" she mutters and drifts back to sleep.

Frightened by the sudden appearance of the barbaric woman, Nathalie let out a blood-curdling shriek before catching her breath and calming her demeanor. "What IS that!?" The flowers in her hand, a few petunias, were crushed and wilted in her hands.

Hogarth throws her last apple core at the shrieking woman, roaring "In the name of Mollock, WHY ARE YOU SCREAMING!!! Hogarth is trying to sleep!" She eyes the woman wearily, recognition edging its way into the stone-thick barbarian skull, before she shakes away the feeling.

   "Found this little flowers shop, tell you why, flowers are sweeter than apple pie. And Rhyhorn does his shaky rockin' dance, man, I haven't got a chance!" Yvonne remains ignorant of the happenings nearby, lost, as she is, in her own little world.

The apple core hit Nathalie on the forehead, though frozen with fear (and still in shock), she didn't quite feel the initial sting, or pain from it at all. "Y-yes. Right." She replied, before circling round to Rhyhorn's front and coaching herself back into thinking clearly, "So, uh, in any case, time for me to buy a chest here if I'm going to be traveling with you all, right?"

   "Needle and thread time!"  Yvonne cries, turning away from the flower cart. "Hello, Hogarth!"

"THEY ARE BITTER! They taste nothing like apples baked into a pie." Hogarth shouts at Yvonne, remaining lying down and clutching her forehead. "Sorry for loud making. Rage make brain hurt bad. Makes me sleepy, but happy I cut off that demon's arm" she chuckles to herself.