I'm going to take this thread actually seriously.
Episode 1:
The Orb of Order
Grunting, Tiger pulled himself up onto the ledge. Ugh, those pull-ups during training really did help, he thought, breathing heavily. Tiger put his hands on his head, and just breathed deeply for a few seconds.
"All right, enough of that!" He scolded himself, "I have to keep going." Tiger set off at a sprint, leaping over the branches on the ground. Tiger heard a scream, which caused him to lose his balance, and next branch tripped him.
Ugh, Seton, why now? He thought, exasperated, noticing his machete had slipped out of the sheath. Tiger picked it up, then scrambled up a tree, stopping to cut away thorns every few feet. At about fourty feet, he looked out over the tops of the shorter trees, seeing a clearing. In the clearing, he could see quite a commotion. It looked like a large dot was dancing with a ton of smaller dots. He could even see some oblong dots just staying still.
"Hehe, Seton sure is good at what he does," Tiger chuckled. Unfortunately for the smaller dots, he was a warrior. Even worse, he was a summoner, which explained a the roaring sound in the background. Must be a rhoxon, or maybe even a trampador, Tiger thought. Man, they are SOOO doomed.
Seton, meanwhile, had no idea his friend had been watching. "Hahahaha," he boomed, "These Orders just keep coming!" "Lester, get out of the way!" He heard a soldier shout, sounding terrified. Then he saw it, a giant rhino crashing through the trees. It trampled over at least one soldier, and distracted numerous others, giving Seton a chance to slash them open. Just as he sliced through another soldier, the Rhoxon smashed their caravan, sending shrapnel flying into a few more soldiers. Between Seton and his summon, the soldiers quickly fell.
"Huh, that Rhoxon helped more than I thought it would," he complained, unsummoning it. "Well, that was fun for a little while, I guess."
After the fight, Tiger slid down the tree, and ran off to meet with Seton. Then suddenly a familiar voice cut through the silence. "TIGER...! TIGER...! Oh, there you are!" Mirra called out. "Why are you always in such a hurry," She cried out, gasping.
"Why wouldn't I be...?" Tiger asked, looking confused.
"Because it's really annoying! I hardly ever get a chance to talk to you on a mission, since you always run off."
"I like running..." He said, somewhat defensively.
"Whatever, the point is: Seton got rid of the guards," She said, noticeably wincing. "So we have to move. Now."
"Then why did you stop me?!" Tiger demanded.
"Because I need to be able to keep up, silly."
"OK... Let's go... But I get to set the camp ablaze!" He grinned.
"If you must..."
Seton sat boredly, summoning random creatures and plants, seeing if any of them could hold his interest for more than a few seconds. They couldn't. However, a hound he summoned perked up his ears and started sniffing to the West. Then Seton himself heard quite crunchings of branches. He drew his broadsword, and got into a ready stance, already starting to summon a few creatures in case he needed the help. It was totally pointless, though, since the mysterious sound came from his friend Mirra. Tiger was following her, but he was being far stealthier, making virtually no noise.
"Tiger! Mirra! Why did it take you guys so long to get here? Missed all the fun!"
Mirra winced at the idea that killing could be fun.
"Mirra made me wait for her. ...Not that being alone with her in the forest is all bad," Tiger added. "Besides, you know we're just here to grab the orb."
"Yeah, but you could have helped? I'm sure they're plenty flammable," Seton whined.
"Nah, I had some more fun with Mirra," Tiger winked. He was actually referring to setting things on fire, and having her put them out with some water magic.
"Oh, I got you, hahahah."
"Not like that!" Mirra exclaimed.
"Riiiiight. Well, anyway...The orb's probably in that wagon." Seton said, rather sarcastically.
"What happened to-?" Mirra was cut off.
"A rhoxon happened. I'll take the fall if it's damaged."
"It's not," Tiger popped out from the wreckage. "Now let's take care of this place, you guys, stand back. Mirra, have a fire prevention spell ready in case it spreads too far." He warned.
Then Tiger did his favorite thing in the world. He lit something on fire. Many somethings, in fact. In mere seconds, the entire camp was burning, the bodies releasing dark smoke.
"All right, this should be good, Mirra, enchant the trees around here, will you?"
"Yeah, of course. It'll only last about an hour, though."
"That's fine, the fire'll only last twenty minutes. It's so hot that it's using up way too much fuel to stay burning long."
"So, Tiger. Riddle me this: Why are you called Tiger?" Seton asked.
"Well, y'know how much I practice Red magic, right?"
"Tiger, people who don't know you exist know you practice Red magic. You're more of a pyromaniac than Seton is a summoner."
"Well, I also use a little bit of Black for assassinations, if I need to. Y'know, if they're protected from Red?"
"Oh, that makes sense, I guess. What about if they're protected from Black, too?" Seton questioned.
"That's the main reason I have a machete. Not exactly a classic assassin's weapon, but, y'know, more practical in a forest, too."
"And they're protected from artifacts? I imagine it's at least slightly enchanted." Mirra sounded slightly smug, since few things can't be hurt by Blue or White magic.
"Oh, that's easy....
I cry."
"You have the orb, I presume?" Fox asked smoothly.
"Of course, sir. I would never fail you." Tiger said, uncharacteristically polite.
"Good. And that Seton man, and your girlfriend helped you, I see?"
"Uh...yes sir..." Tiger answered, blushing.
"Tiger, that's nothing to be embarrased about." Fox said gently, "In fact, I think it's quite nice you managed to get an Order on our side."
"Well, she's not on our side, per se. She supports us, but only because of me. And she's not your typical Order." Tiger explained, blushing again at the end.
"Nonetheless, she supports you. And it's no secret you're one of the best we have." Fox told him, suavely.
"Eh...This is off-toic, but what was that orb for? Why did we have to destroy all evidence it was even there?"
"My boy, that is of no importance to you. But I will tell you that the orb is actually useless. For us. The Order of Reshka certainly wants it back, enough to, officially, believe that bandits took it, and we took it from bandits."
"Then why didn't Mirra recognize it...?" Tiger looked confused. "As a healer-priestess, she has access to a lot of top level intelligence. Political and religous."
"To be perfectly honest, I have no idea. I thought she would have, judging by how important to them it is. But no matter, that just means they won't try to use her to get it back. That's what the Order does, y'know...use people." Fox was talking ill of them for no reason. Tiger was not a fan of the Order for his own reasons.
"Yeah, and they have laws about fire. You can't control fire! That's just a ridiculous thing to think!" Tiger shouted.
"Calm down... As you said, no one can control fire, so it's no use getting mad over the impossible."
"Yes, sir. Sorry, sir."
Seton, meanwhile, was heading into the Corral City, hoping to buy some more supplies. He found a particularly seedy looking merchant, and asked to speak to him in private.
"So...you got any skara?"
"Heheh, you know that's illegal. ...'K, now that we're alone, yeah, how much you talkin' 'bout?"
"Just enough to black mail you." Seton smiled as the other man realized he'd been tricked. "So, now that we understand each other, find me a merchant who will sell me a new chain, and some potions. Or talk to the Orders."
"Y...yes...s-si-s-sir."
"Stop stuttering and go!"
Mirra, unlike Seton, had been the who was afraid. After all, she was an Order priestess, and she had been in on stealing the orb.
"So, Mirra. Where were you earlier? Your part in the Ritual was severely missed," Droned on Father Mako.
"Sorry, sir... I was out with, er...my..uh...friend."
"Mirra, next time make sure to be here. Ace may be forgiving, but I doubt even He is happy when His disciples skip an initiation right to go make out."
"I wasn't making out!" She blushed heavily. "I was helping him keep some fires from burning down all of Kaya Forest."
"Oh yes, he's that pyromancer, isn't he..."
Mirra just went back to writing up her report on why she had been missing during the ceremony.
Episode 2:
The Big City
Seton chuckled as the terrified dealer ran off. Seton considered sending a wolf after him, but decided he didn't really want to scare any innocents. In a few minutes, he heard far more footsteps than expected. Maybe that wolf was a good idea, he thought, annoyed that the dealer sent cronies after him. I guess I should have expected this. Seton summoned a few large grizzly bears and unsheathed his blade. Getting into a combat stance, he waited for a few seconds. He wasn't dissapointed. A few bandits quickly ran into the alley from both sides, trying to trap him. Then they saw the bears. "OH @%#&!!!" shouted one of the muggers, and ran off. The others were far braver, and quickly managed to kill the smallest bear. It took out 2 of the thieves, though. Three down, since that coward left. Five left, not counting that druggy. Wonder where he went. Seton thought, as he slew a bandit. Make that four left. One of the bandits vaulted over the bear, and lashed out on Seton, slicing open his arm. He swore. Loudly. "Gah, you'll pay for that!" Seton screamed, decapitating his attacker. They took down another bear, but two died in the process. Two left. The final bear crushed the skull of one more, and Seton ran the other through as he attempted to dodge his companion's corpse.
A shadow swept over the alley. Seton swore loudly and ran off in that direction, putting his hand over his wound.
"Augh, I'll never find that idiot!" A short Order healer saw the blood gushing out of Seton's arm and rushed over, quickly bringing him to her tent.
"You must get healed!" She said in a quick, high-pitched voice.
"No, that's silly. I just need to staunch it and get some rest." He argued.
"Never! I heal you now!" She exclaimed, which seemed to be her only way of speaking.
"Fine...do you know a healer named Mirra?" A nod. "Can you get her for me?"
"No, I help you! Jorge! Get Mirra! Now!"
"Uh, yes ma'am!" The man named Jorge rushed off.
"Wait, what? Huh? Jorge! Slow down and repeat." Mirra told him, irritated.
"This huge guy wants you. He's bleeding pretty bad."
"Oh... Seton... What have you done?" She shook her head.
"Seton! I came as quickly as I could!" Mirra ran towards him. "What the hey happened to you?!"
"I had a run in with some rather rude company. They're dead now."
"Seton...-"
"I had to, or they would have killed me. Even you would act in self-defense."
"I...guess. Anyway, hold still. This is gonna hurt. Badly. You may want to bite on something."
"Nah, I'm a man." She cast a spell, and a flash of white and with blue swirls erupted around his wound. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH!!! WHAT THE *%&$@ WOMAN!?!"
"I warned you, you big baby. Now don't use you arm for a little while, OK?"
"Hahaha, funny joke."
"Not joking, you'll just have to use your chains with your left hand for a while."
"But my sword..." Seton complained.
"No! Stay off arm!" Shouted the short healer.
Tiger pushed open the door, noticing the lotus symbol frosted into the windows. "Hello?" He called.
"Hello, are you here for the tour of the Order's greatest sanctuary?" Asked a peppy receptionist.
"Thank you, but no. I was wondering if a girl named Mirra was here?"
"I'll check the schedule tome, one minute please." She went over to a counter, and picked up a heavy looking book. The receptionist flipped through the pages. "Ah, here's today. Hm... let's see.... Ah, yes, she's out on healing duties, it's marked as urgent, so there was probably another fight in the bars."
"Thanks for the help, have a great day." Tiger smiled and left through the lotus door.
Tiger was unused to the slums of the city. He saw drunks throwing punches every which way, and seemed to have a few rats following him. Man, this is terrible! How can anyone live here? He thought, disgustedly. I mean between the rats, stray dogs, and violent drunks, you have to be armed to walk across the street.
"'Ey! You kid! Gimme that sword! Or would you like to have some fun with Mr. Stabby?" Ugh, another stupid drunk. I'd rather not kill him. Unless, y'know, he catches on fire. Tiger considered seeing if he would burn well, but decided against it.
"You mean my machete?"
"Whatever, kid. Hand it over." The vagrant looked angry.
"No thanks, but you can have this!" Tiger shot out a bolt of electricity and fire, the drew his machete.
The man cursed enough to make a sailor blush. "Hehehe, you missed, little kid!"
"No I didn't. I don't really want to kill you. But if you want me to...!" Tiger's eyes began to glow a bright orange.
"Bring it, kiddo."
I'll never find them out here, I'd better just head back to the Order's Sanctuary... Tiger looked rather annoyed at this turn of events.
"OW! What the keff!?" Tiger shouted in pain. A rat had attached itself, by the teeth, to Tiger's leg.
"Rrrgh." He grunted, and stunned the rat with a shock of electricity. It dropped of, but quickly recovered. Tiger shot a bit more lightning right behind it, so it wouldn't be annoying him anymore.
Hey, there's the Sanctuary. Tiger thought. Hope Mirra's there, now.
"Oh, hi Tiger." Mirra said amiably, "What's up?"
"I kinda need to talk to you in private." Some of the older mages chuckled. Tiger led her outside, by a large oak tree.
"OK...why do we have to be in private? They all know we're, y'know." Mirra asked him. She sounded a bit tired.
"It's about the Orb we got for Fox. It's purely a religious item, no actual use, but it's worth a ton of money for some reason. They're going to notice it's gone. Just be careful, don't let them know you were involved."
"Oh...OK.. Will do, thanks for the heads up. Oh, and Seton's arm is trashed, he can't use it for a week. I told him to go by your dorm."
"Mirra..." He groaned.
"See you later," she just smiled.
"So, Tiger. I'm crashing here for a while, till I can use my arm."
"Cool. Try not to scare some of the younger Agents."
"Hahaha, no." Seton said flatly.
"Fine, but don't hurt any."
"Just scar them mentally. Deal."
"Not what I meant. By the way, if you go to any bars, and they talk about a hobo that is more toast than man, um...well, try not to tell them I did it, Seton," Tiger pleaded.
