Subj: [ffml] [MW] The Forgotten (Part 2) (Tojo, read.)
Date: 99-11-20 11:31:11 EST
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The residents of the TinAmonMuse compound felt very uneasy. None of
them had more than occasional contact with Junior, but since he had been
around since all of them had been born, his presence felt to them like a
symbol of the secret utopian commune's stability. But they respected his
wishes to leave so he could meet his brother. They had all gathered outside
to wish him well on his journey. After the goodbyes had been said, Mog Jr.
spead his draconic wings. He had not used them in nearly 600 years, but they
were as strong as they always were.
In Tzen:
A Henriksen guard who had been assigned to lookout duty spotted
something in the distance flying in the direction of the town. He called
another Henriksen to confirm what he thought he saw. "Is it Turan? Is he
back for more?"
"He appears to be alone. Maybe he comes in peace."
"Ready the men for a possible confrontation, but let's not make the
first move."
As the flyer got closer, the Henriksens could see that it was indeed a
moogle/human hybrid, but it was not Turan. This one's build was slightly
bigger, and his long hair was brown, not silver. After he landed at the edge
of the town, the Lance Henriksens approached him. "Who are you and what is
your business here?"
"I come in peace," said Junior. "I'm not from Mog's army. I just
wanted to see what my warlike brother was cabable of, and perhaps I can help
to reverse the damage he has done."
"Alright, you may enter," said Lance, "but please don't be offended that
we will be keeping an eye on you."
"I understand," said Junior, humbly.
He walked around, surveying the damage. The townspeople looked at him
warily. Mothers grabbed their children and ran into their houses. Junior
felt hurt by this, but he understood their situation. Then he noticed one
villager who did not hide in his house. It was an old man, laying in a pool
of blood. Junior knelt by the man, and could see that he was still alive.
"I've got save you," said Mog. "It's only a flesh wound, I'll live through
it," said the bitter old man.
"Why hasn't anyone in this town helped you? Don't they care?"
"I don't need those bastards' help, and I don't need yours, now let me
go and I'll walk it off..." the old man said in his dying breath. Junior
turned away and cried. One might think that if a person had enough people
die around them, they would not effect them as much, eventually, but that was
not true for junior.
Then, out of the corner of his eye, junior noticed something shiny on
the ground, a key. This intrigued him. He picked it up. It must have
belonged to the old man. Junior walked into the door of the man's house. He
searched for what the key might open. It had been a while since he had done
anything this fun. This was a welcome change from the monotony of his room
at TinAmonMuse. Finally, in the basement, he found a locked door inside of a
closet. Junk had been piled up inside the closet, and the inconspicuous door
would not be easily visible to most people, but thanks to his biological
enhancement, Junior had above average sences.
He put the key into the keyhole and opened the door. The door creaked
open. Junior immediatly sneezed from all the dust in the room. Then he took
a look around and saw what appeared to be a corpse lying on the table. It
was covered in dust, but it was not the least bit decomposed. Just as Junior
was about to turn away from this morbid sight, the person on the table
sneezed. He wasn't dead after all. Then he sat up and dusted himself off.
"Man, how long was I out for?"
"Y... You're alive..." said Junior.
"Yeah, so are you. What's the big deal?" said the man sitting on the
table.
"Who are you?"
"I'm Tojo-Mojo, ruler of the Mohorovic Discontinuity."
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Flashback to Moogle War II
After returning from Olympia, and then rescueing the Slider, Rembrant,
from the clutches of the evil Wilma, Spacecat and Lorinan sneaked into the
moogle base and rescued Tojo-Mojo, who had been brainwashed by Mog. They
took him to nearest town, Tzen.
"Money! My boat!! My B-b-b-b-boat!?!" screamed Tojo.
"He's delirious," said Lorinan.
"What do we do," said Spacecat.
"You see," said Lorinan, "his body is inhabited by two spirits. One of
them is his own, and the other is Mog's influence." They are fighting for
control over him. His brain activity is at an abnormally high level, and he
will surely destroy himself if things go on like this."
"Can you use your barchemy skills to exorcise the evil spirit from him?"
"I'm afraid not. There's nothing we can do to rid his body of the
invading aura of Mog. His own soul must find the strength to rid his body of
Mog's presence."
"But like you said, he will die if he goes on like this."
"There is something we can do to stop that from happening." Lorinan
said, as he started mixing some ingredients. "I can put him into suspended
animation. The conflict between the two spirits will continue, but it will
not take a toll on his body. The only problem is that we will not be able to
bring him out of it ourselves. There's no telling how long he will stay in a
comatose state."
"But it sounds like that's our only option," said Spacecat.
"Yes, it is," said Lorinan. He administered his potion to the
convulsing person on the table.
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Present time
Tojo stood up and streched. "So, how's my Mohorovic Discontinuity
doing?"
"Your what?" asked Junior.
"My empire. I gotta go check it out, to make sure it's been okay
without me."
"And I've got to search for my brother. It was nice meeting you." The
two shook hands and went their separate ways.
[Tojo, you can pick things up right here.]
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