Subj:	 [ffml] [MW] Drunken Fools/An Intruder
Date:	98-09-21 17:09:23 EDT
From:	tha-doggfatha@juno.com (The One and Only Shadow)
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From: tha-doggfatha@juno.com (The One and Only Shadow)

	The last few days had been good for Shadow.  Mog had given him what
seemed like an endless payment of food, money, and women.  Being
considered a "hero" for his escapades against Bacca's army by the
moogles, he was worshipped like a god.  Moogles would move out of the way
while he walked by, then they would take a bow in respect.  He was given
his own quarters near Mog's tent in the camp.  In a sense, everything was
going well.  The Dark Alliance had been hit by a surprise
attack by Bacca's summoners a few days back, but they had recovered. 
Now, it was just a matter of waiting for something to happen.  The war
didn't look to have any sort of ending in the near future.  
	Shadow got up from his seat and left his quarters.  Taking a fresh
breath of air, he returned to his reoccurring post as the lead guard of
Lady Paladin's cell.  There, he found his 4 reliable moogleguards on
alert.
	"Your doing a good job, gentlemen.  Keep it up."
	"Yes sir!" all 4 of them said resoundingly.
	The ninja then decided to go check out the bar.  
	As he entered, he felt a woosh of hot air hit his face.  The bar had a
sick stench of vomit, and other bodily "fragrances".  The assasin took a
note of his surroundings.  A few orcs sat in a table at the back.  3
moogleboars were at the bar itself, harassing the bartender for more ale.

	"Come on mansh.  Gimme sum more of that."
	"Yah.  Keren deservs sum more, don't he?"
	"Mansh, we got that girl GOOD."
	"Yeahsh.  Thaths the first time I gotta real fuck in monthsish."
	"HAR HAR HAR HAR HAR!"
	Shadow took a seat next to them.
	"Holysh shits.  What the fucks is he doing here."
	"Who that is?"
	"Thats that assaman."
	"Assasin, yoush idiot!"  The moogleboar says as it slaps the other
moogleboar in the face.
	"BURP!  Exshcuse me." 
	"HAR HAR HAR HAR!  Yoush ish the most stupidest fuck in the whole
worlh!"
	The moogleboar nearest Shadow lifts his bottom off his seat, and
releases some gas.
	"HAR HAR HAR!  You likes that assman!  Sniff that up!"
	All three moogleboars are apparently drunk.
	"Looks at his little starsh.  Starsh.  I like those little starsh!"  One
of the moogleboars reaches for Shadow's belt of throwing stars, but
Shadow grabs his hand.
	"Oohh...what is the assasmis gonna do? HAR HAR HAR HAR HAR!"
	"Break your hand."  With a swift move of his wrist, Shadow twists the
wrist of the moogleboar.  The moogleboar screams in pain, as his bone is
seen protruding from his arm.
	"You sonofabicsh!"
	"HAR HAR HAR HAR!  Karak got his arm cracked!  Come on assasimis!  Show
ME yo' assasmin skillsh!  HAR HAR HAR HAR!"
	"Ahh, you want to see my skills?"
	"Yesh.  Shows us all you gots!"
	"Fine.  But, not in here.  Follow me outside." 
	The ninja gets up, and walks to the entrance of the bar.
	"Awwww shits.  He's gonna shows us his skillsh Keren!"
	"Les go see em!"
	Two of the moogleboars get out of their seats, and follow the ninja. 
The other one looks to have passed out from the pain of his injury, and
is laying on the bar.
	The moogleboars seem to be very excited as they walk after the assasin.
	"Skillsh!  I wanna see his skilsh!"
	"Me too!"
	Shadow walks out of the bar tent.  For some reason, there is a crowd
outside of the bar.  Everyone seems to be talking about something.
	"He just appeared out of thin air!"
	"Who could he be?"
	"He was looking for Mog!"
	"Did you see him?"
	"He had this big scythe!"
	"All I saw was long blue hair!"
	"Was he human?"
	Shadow walks up to one of the moogles.
	"What happened?"
	"Some guy just came out of nowhere!"
	"What guy?"
	"No one knows!"
	"Where'd he go?"
	"I don't know!"
	Well, whoever this person was, they didn't seem as if they were
harmful...for the time being.  Shadow turned around to see nothing.  The
moogleboars were gone.  They must've left for somewhere.  
	The ninja loosened up his gui and walked home.

-=Shadow=-
"The road to sucess is always under construction." - Lily Tomlin
"Any fool can criticize, condemn, and complain--and almost all do. - Dale
Carnegie
"Rule your mind or it will rule you." - Horace
"We have 40 million reasons for failure, but not a single excuse." -
Rudyard Kipling