[Note: This post may or may not fit into the continuity.] Subj: [ffml] [MW] Moving out Date: 00-01-10 22:58:45 EST From: cosmic_chicken@fcmail.com (Tim K) Reply-to: ffml@onelist.com To: ffml@onelist.com From: "Tim K" Curt continued drawing as words of appreciation stumbled from Magnus’ mouth. “Gods, lad- you’ve got real imagination... I could never come up with a vision like that, or draw it that good. Damn, that’s amazing...” Curt didn’t respond, but not out of rudeness. He often unconsciously tuned out the outside world when he began drawing. Unfortunately for him, his reverie didn’t last much longer. A burst of movement and sound distracted him from his train of thought. Turning away from his drawing in irritation, he saw Tyler grabbing stuff from his corner of the tent and saying something. After a moment, his mind began making sense of the words: “-rching orders. We’re moving out!” After a moment, the significance of the statement came crashing down on Curt. “Wait- moving out? What do you mean, ‘moving out’? You'd better mean we can all go home now.” “Naw, I mean we're leaving to engage the enemy! Finally, we get to see some action-” Curt groaned, “I knew this was too good to last.” “C’mon, man,” said Tyler, “I know you’re not into fighting and all, but at least something is happening over there.” “Where, exactly?” Magnus queried. “Ah, that’s the best part,” he replied excitedly. “The moogles had some trouble in the Veldt, so they pulled back west. Now they’re in Doma.” “Doma?” Curt gave him an incredulous look. “The alliance’s home base? That’s crazy. They wouldn’t just stand by and let their headquarters get overrun.” Tyler nodded. “Exactly. The fighting’s gonna be fierce. The moogle leaders know that, so they’re calling up the militia. Us.” Curt sat up in alarm. “Do they expect us to get ourselves killed in a direct assault on the enemy stronghold??? Even I know enough military logic to know that’s not a good idea, particularly after withdrawing from a defeat.” Tyler sighed. “Look, it’s not like we’re going right after Cyan and all their leaders. We’ll probably torch a couple towns, engage the main army a few times, then withdraw. I’m sure they know better than to risk a good part of our forces on an all-out attack.” “‘Torch a couple towns,’ huh,” retorted Curt, “Oh yeah, that makes me feel a WHOLE lot better.” Tyler shot back, “Look, it’s not my fault you enlisted at a bad time. Shit happens in wartime, okay? You shoulda thought about that before you enlisted.” For a moment, the tent was silent. Finally, Tyler groaned and said, “Look, man, I’m sorry. But you know- I’m not the kind of guy who can stand sitting around on his ass while something is going on. I gotta get into the action, you know? I can’t sit around here anymore.” Then Curt sighed, “I know, I know.” He smiled bitterly. “I don’t suppose there’s any way I could get discharged, is there?” Tyler’s face broke into a grin. “Make a pass at the lieutenant.” Curt grimaced. “Come on, even I’m not that desperate...” - Xoth =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=