Patrick Frye!pR.BaFF/uk 5 Dec 2015 8:52:31 PM No.41172245>>41173187
>>41171791 >So close to the exit? Wow, to think they'd nearly been screwed over while merely inches away from the goal, whatever the goal here was. All he knew was that his stuff would be there, but how she got it out and how she put it here was a complete mystery. Did she have accomplices? Was this some kind of long-term plan? He had so many questions, but as long as this worked out such talk could wait until they were safe.
>For now, Patrick followed, simply hoping for the best.
Melody Neige!aLEJudith. 6 Dec 2015 2:52:58 PM No.41173187>>41173481
>>41172245 >And only a short sneak down the alley are the two welcomed with the most wonderful of sights. The fancy carriage, much like the one Victoria used to bring Patrick into the city, that was now going to take him out.
Here, we are. We finally made it.
>The driver notices the approach of the two and wordlessly motions for then to quickly get in. They were burning the early morning away and needed to get going.
Patrick Frye!pR.BaFF/uk 6 Dec 2015 5:04:46 PM No.41173481>>41173729
>>41173187 >To be honest, he hadn't really quite believed what had been happening until this point, and only when the sight of the carriage came into view did it really sink in. He really was getting out of here, and he might even be able to sit down, relax, eat some food and have a nice bath or something, eventually. The thought of it all caught him off guard - had he really missed the outside world this much, even if it was only a month or so in the hold? What might've happened if he were left there for years?
>Stumbling into the carriage, he didn't even wait to sit down, simply collapsing onto the carpeted floor like it was the softest thing that had ever existed.
Melody Neige!aLEJudith. 6 Dec 2015 8:00:01 PM No.41173729>>41174531
>>41173481 >As Melody climbs in after him she just shakes her head as she watches him snuggle the floor.
You're such a weirdo. Fine sleep there if you like, I'll wake you when we reach our first stop. It'll be a few hours.
>Not that she couldn't really blame him as he spent so much time in that cell... >Hopefully he'll recover in time to be able to defend the both of them when it comes down to it. >So as she shuts the door and takes her seat, the carriage takes off down the street and through the city gates. Not stops, no guards demanding to check who's inside, no traps. Just a swift trot out of the city and onto the roads beyond.
That's it then... we're finally out of there.
>Looking out the small window the young mage saw the same farmlands and rolling green hills as before when she came into the city time and again. But now as woman free of the oppressing binds of the higher class, it all seemed so new to her. Like she was seeing everything for the first time all over again. >An adventure, a real one. She was following the footsteps of every character fictional or not that she admired from her youth up to this very moment. She was finally going to write her own tales, and no was going to stop her from spinning an epic for the ages.
Patrick Frye / (Baff no trip) 7 Dec 2015 9:47:43 AM No.41174531>>41177467
>>41173729 >And certainly no-one did stop her from spinning that epic tale, at least until a moment many hours later when a loud noise disturbed any hope of a peaceful journey. The single loudest stomach rumble she'd ever heard burst throughout the carriage, and any semblance of sleep she might've been looking to get vanished alongside the mystery of just who it had come from.
>Whilst it was no secret that Mr. Frye was the culprit, for the moment he made not a single move despite that. He did a good job of hiding it, until a few moments later when the sound erupted forth once more, along with the low groan of a man barely awake.
Uuuugh... breakfaaast... somethin' tasty...
>His arms clambered about to grip hold of some form of support, but were about to catch little other than air. Though the somewhat comfortable sleep he'd gotten had solved his weariness problem, the fact that his mind was in better condition only served to make his hunger and dehydration all the more apparent, and now his body was crying out for a good, full meal.
Meat... Sauce... Deliciousnesssss...
>He was also clearly delirious, but that was beside the point.
Melody Neige!aLEJudith. 9 Dec 2015 4:53:37 PM No.41177467>>41179565
>>41174531 >Well that broke that romanticism of the moment.
...We'll try to pick something up on the way.
>And a doctor to heal him as well, and possibly an idea of where to go next. >Cause she didn't really think beyond "Get out of the capital and head south as fast as you can." >Well, there were going to spend some time in this carriage so perhaps this would be the best chance.
Patrick Frye / (Baff no trip) 11 Dec 2015 11:00:26 AM No.41179565>>41180343
>>41177467 >Several hours later, Patrick stepped out of the carriage with a light stretch, one that spread down from his fingers all the way to his toes. It had been far too long since he'd been able to move his body freely, and even if he were still slightly injured, being able to wear clothes and pad up the parts of his body that ailed him helped a great deal, both physically and psychologically.
>With the sun now out and bearing down on them from the sky, the man pulled the hat from his side and placed it proudly on his head.
Damn, it's good to be free. Well, I mean, there's being free and then there's truly feeling free. Standing out here, among these open plains? It smells so fresh it's almost nostalgic.
>It wasn't like him to be so serious about it, but he could forgive himself for being so after having wasted away in a prison for so long. His body still needed to be maintained a little, but at least he wasn't practically dying on the foot of the carriage anymore. A meal and a few bandages had done a lot of good.
>A few more stretches here and there, mostly for his legs and arms, before he stopped to take a better look around. In doing so, however, his eyes caught the young girl that'd rescued him from a fate he'd wished to be free of. The whole thing didn't quite feel real, but at the very least he had to thank her.
Hey, kid, you've been real quiet for a while. Something going on in that head of yours? I don't think you've said a word since I woke up - none that I remember, anyway.
Melody Neige!aLEJudith. 11 Dec 2015 9:06:38 PM No.41180343>>41185725
>>41179565 >The girl steps out of after him with a travel guide in hand.
...
>She'd been quite so far because the euphoria of freedom finally dissipated enough for her to realize she didn't really have any idea of what to do with her freedom. Other then head south into Alaestus where Termina law couldn't legally follow her, the rest of the plan was non-existent. >Just... what do you do when you can do whatever you want?
...hm?
>Patrick asking her what wrong broke her out of her silence. Well, maybe this would be a good time to seek his advice. He was probably very knowledgeable about being a homeless vagabond after all.
>Patrick gave a long, slow blink in Melody's general direction, as though trying to figure out whether he was still somehow asleep or not. Once that was done he tugged at his own cheek, wondering whether it would stretch to infinity or disappear entirely like the weird things that happened in most of his dreams.
You broke me out of there without any kind of plan? None whatsoever? Just figured 'hey, let's go adventuring'?
>With the realisation truly dawning on him, he let out a long sigh, holding the tip of his hat with a stupid grin on his face.
Why am I not surprised? Okay, uuhm...
>Wandering back in her general direction, Patrick put what little of his mind was left to use, thinking about the sorts of things he usually did before heading down an intended direction. Admittedly a lot of his work was driven by his goals, but occasionally he might veer off the beaten path.
Okay, think of somewhere you've always wanted to go. Could be anywhere, whether it's here in Termina or all the way out in the wastelands, anywhere at all.
Once you have, we'll go there.
>For such a grandiose statement, he sure said it in an extremely calm and simple way, as though it were just that easy to do.
Melody Neige!aLEJudith. 17 Dec 2015 8:48:47 AM No.41186574>>41188593 File: 1450360127245.jpg (130.68 KB, 540x756, tumblr_ns04wk7Qg41r81qzlo1_540…)
>>41185725 >His initial response caused Melody to sputter and shout at him in indignation.
T-that's not true! I totally have a plan! I just wanted to hear your opinion! You should be thankful I'm even considering it at all!!
>But the suggestion of simply going where she wanted did help lessen the scope of options they had. Which helped her think. Where did she really want to do now? Truly? She had the chance to finally explore the places she'd never seen before. >Thinking about that, the idea just seemed to fall in her lap.
Kantarus! Well go to Kantarus!
>The underwater city was always one place she always wanted to go even as a child. All the technology and even it's location, it seemed like something out of some of her favourite books. Being able to be surrounded by that...
Though that'll mean we need to get to Kingsmeet first to get more supplies and from there to Larnwick.
>Larnwick was one of the few avenues of access to the Alaestian capital if you didn't have your own water craft so it was going to be their path as well.
Patrick Frye!pR.BaFF/uk 19 Dec 2015 4:21:07 PM No.41188593>>41189834 File: 1450560067910.jpg (669.17 KB, 751x918, Portgas.D..Ace.full.960583.jpg)
>>41186574 Kantarus, huh?
>Despite her amusing child-like meltdown, Patrick turned his head towards the south as his expression changed to one of contemplation. He'd always meant to go there but had shied away from the idea for a long time. Though he'd never been before, from what he'd heard through several sources it sounded like a pretty bad place for him to go, especially if he was looking for the artifact they kept there.
I've got nothing against water, but...
>Being at the bottom of the sea was a hell of a lot different to sailing at the surface. Every time he'd been swimming in dangerous waters, searching for hidden items, his particular brand of magic had failed him. Still, even if he could tick 'wrestle with a darkfish' off his list of things that'd nearly killed him, he wasn't anxious for any similar experiences.
Wait, Kingsmeet?
>Her second statement caused his face to brighten up into his typical wide grin, raising his hat's brim so he could try to see over the distant horizon.
Guess I'll be going to see her even sooner than I thought!
Patrick Frye!pR.BaFF/uk 20 Dec 2015 7:19:55 PM No.41189866>>41191314 File: 1450657195713.jpg (39.37 KB, 450x600, Portgas.D..Ace.600.1182644.jpg)
>>41189834 Huh? Oh, just someone who used to live in the same place I did.
>Though when you'd been away from home for so long, it meant a lot more than it used to. When it was also someone you knew it became all the more apparent, like finding a little slice of home in a land far away.
I remember her setting off for the mainland a long time ago, and since I've arrived I heard whispers here and there about a woman in Kingsmeet who sounded familiar. As soon as I got a chance to ask about it, I figured I'd head over there one day. Just never had a reason to, I guess.
>Cracking his knuckles for a moment, he pondered exactly what she might be doing or why she chose to stick around there for so long. Maybe now he'd have a chance to ask.
Oh, that's right. You came from that Frost place, didn't you? Where it's really cold and all that.
Melody Neige!aLEJudith. 22 Dec 2015 10:09:29 AM No.41191314>>41191321 File: 1450796969546.png (112.74 KB, 540x247, tumblr_npa43hHx3v1sn1yebo1_540…)
>>41189866 >Mainland? Arrived? So... Patrick wasn't from this land then and neither was this friend of his? If not, then where did they come from? Well maybe she'll find out eventually, he was asking about her own home land as well.
Yeah Frost Fade, where it's a raging blizzard for 9 months of the year and everyone is forced to live under ground for all that time.
>Probably where she had no trouble going though the water ways they used to escape.
Patrick Frye (Baff no trip) 22 Dec 2015 10:25:52 AM No.41191321>>41191333>>41191405 File: 1450797952762.jpg (22.65 KB, 236x314, 90a9aa71afaaa60fc1f67643c98aa6…)
>>41191314 Right, right. Wow... stuck underground for that long. See, the thing is, where you come from it's a pretty extreme place, but so's where I come from. Our villages and towns are really close to a huge, active volcano and a lot of underground magma pools. It's really dangerous to be on the land a lot of the time because it's so hot and humid, so it's not uncommon for a lot of villages to be built up in the trees with sprawling bridges and the like, while our cities are at the coast where it's cool, and the land isn't too hot to walk on.
>Despite his diminished body, Patrick seemed very animated when he talked about home, as though he were excited to even mention it. Truth be told he'd been keeping quiet about that sort of thing in conversation for a while in order to prevent his home being held accountable for his actions, but now that he wasn't the only 'fugitive' on the run, technically speaking, it felt a little easier to open up somewhat.
The beasts that can actually live on the inner island are crazy strong because they've evolved to cope with the heat like it's nothing - they've got tough-as-hell shells, armour the likes of which you can't even believe. Some of them aren't as thick-skinned, but have a tendency to be able to use the heat against you.
But damn, let me tell ya, none of 'em stood a chance against her. She'd just hop down from the branches, head to the inland parts of the island and come back with food and materials aplenty. Since she left, I don't think we've ever had anyone quite like Irya. It's been tough, but whatever she's doing out here, I'm sure it's important to her.