Memoirs of Adventure Creative Writing Contest (NA) - Official Entry Thread

[Gihwezi]

They are an odd pair: a fun-loving Hyur from the recently-liberated lands of Doma, and a Viera who looks more model than warrior, far too beautiful to be a fighter. Wearing matching glamour, the two stare down the static-killing menace known as the Voidwalker with six other Warriors of Light from their Free Company, the Fangs of Bahamut. Not only does the Viera loom over the Hyur like an Amaurotine building, but her hair—moon-white and wild—swallows half of her adventuring companion. Choei, after using some of the Viera's hair as a fake mustache, steps to the left and draws his spear, smiling ear-to-ear as their main tank starts the countdown to begin.

Giacinta's hand twitches over the trigger of her Deepshadow Pistol. She just wants to put a bullet inside of it. Or two. Or twenty-million. She has a bit of a hare-trigger. And after dedicating one-hundred years of her life to the Golmore Jungle as a hunter, there is no kill like overkill, especially when it concerns savage bosses.

"You know Gia?" Choei says, his eyes alight with happiness. "If I were to die right now in some sort of fiery explosion due to the carelessness of a friend? Well? That'd just be okay."

The Viera, suddenly forgetting she has an opener, slowly brings her pointed, pink gaze towards the Hyur. "Giacinta," she says, correcting him for what feels like the millionth time since they've known each other. "We have laid the Voidwalker low once before, Choei. We will do it again." ...But his words bother her. Is he implying she'd get him killed? It's not like she hasn't seen him Elusive Jump off the arena before for absolutely no reason, and by Hydaelyn's grace does he rise again, wipe after wipe after floor-tank wipe (and may the Twelve bless their Astrologian and Scholar, for that matter).

Reassemble, Tincture, Drill—she is quick on her feet, dodging the Voidwalker's Guillotine. She does what their raid leader, a Miqo'te Red Mage, tells her to do without fail.. until the Voidwalker casts its last Doomvoid Cleaver and is slightly off-center. By the time Giacinta realizes it's too late; both she and Choei take a massive amount of damage, killing them both instantly.

With the two of them dead, there's no way the group will do enough damage for enrage--they jump off the edge. When they respawn, Giacinta pouts. It's so unlike her to display any emotion other than seriousness and vague annoyance that Choei laughs and reaches up to massage the base of one of her ears. Her out-of-character behavior continues: she forgets her frustrations, and gives a tooth purr just like a rabbit would.

"Relax Gia. We still have two hours to get our weekly clear. We'll get 'em, third time lucky!"

One of Giacinta's eyes twitches and she's back to her no-nonsense self. "Choei, this is our second pull." Oh Nymeia, what did I ever see in this air-headed Hyur?



(Choice: Bluebird Earring!)