My moogle's name is Tari. And she absolutely hates me. D:
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My moogle's name is Tari. And she absolutely hates me. D:
My moogle's name is MogMog, named after when she nearly strangled me the first time I entered my mog house. She's rather hyperactive and enjoys spinning in circles. Thankfully, she doesn't mind doing the spring cleaning, but I've learned to stay way out of the way when she does, if I don't want to end up sneezing for days later. There was even one time when she found a scroll of Protectra IV sitting around (Don't ask me where it came from, but I'm not complaining since I was just getting my WHM to lvl 60).
So in conclusion, MogMog is crazy, hyperactive, and is apparently good at finding stuff. I always forget to bring her with me when I go coffer key hunting...
You know, all this does raise a point:
Some people may have to have their Mog Locker leases checked if this suspension goes an inordinate period of time.
My moogle is named Fred. I name everything Fred, it saves time.
my moogle goes on adventures with me, and hides in my cod piece whenever he gets scared...and blasts mobs with thunderV from behind the protective walls of my loin!
My moogle keeps me company while i run circles in my house trying to think of what to do (or get the motivation to do it)
My moogle is a my personal "indentured servant". He lives under the floor, in a space, slightly too small for him. He survives by eating the crumbs that fall through the cracks. Why in that small space floor? Need the rest of the room for items and storage space. Horrible, I know, but it was his idea, he's a masochist.
i kickd me moogle into the oven and cookd it fed it to the orcs some time ago for sellin my bronze bed