Cinder(El) Story: RO style

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Sniper - Jacqueline // Bard - Andy // Knight - // Pally - BrandonLMAO // Creator - Christy // Whitesmith - // Priest - // Monk - // SinX - Shannie // Stalker - Jessie // Wizard - Kevin // Professor - Yuanhan // Kafra who we lug around because we get teleport and storage - Mary // Guildstorage Kafra - Yvette
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Ahem....Cinderel story, RO style. You don't have to play RO to understand what's going on don't worry. Critique is always favored. ^^

Chapter 1~

Stephen was the quiet type of guy, the one no one really paid attention to. He was attractive, sure, with a nice tall lean-ish build --- but the other men always outshone him. They, although less thoughtful, managed to impress girls with their big intimidating muscles. And they weren't even knights yet. Heck, they weren't even swordsmen yet, just plain old novices that obviously were aiming to join the Prontera Guard or something, that's how much they worked out. Not that Stephen didn't work out; he did, but at a slow pace, timing everything perfectly as to not waste his potions. The way he did everything wasn't designed to be show-offy, but instead practical; not once did he continue to fight while other people were around if he had less than 50% of his HP left. His father, being in the Guard himself, wasn't very happy at the way his son was doing things.
"Son, are you sure you don't want to be in the Prontera Guard? It's much easier to get in, because your old man's in there," he said proudly, throwing his chest out a little. A few girls giggled, cheering his way. This disgusted Stephen; such an embarassing father! With no respect for his poor deceased mother, either.
"I am sure, Sir Isaac," he spat, not at all interested at joining the group of drunken men that supposedly took care of Prontera. They were a disgrace; the other day he'd been taking a nice walk towards Izlude to warm up (as to not pull anything while doing his daily hunting) and he'd seen the men that were supposedly his father's friends slacking off, laughing, and flirting with women. He wondered, if the capital of Rune-Midgard was actually attacked...would these men really be helpful? Brute strength wasn't the answer to everything; no, the side with the most tactics would win --- and none of those oafs had an ounce of tactic.
"No need to call me Isaac, son," his father replied with a pained look. "Well, how about just becoming a knight then? Maybe being in the Guard wouldn't be the best thing for you, it's always hard to have to be depended on."
"No thank you, father."
"Hmm...A crusader, then? I heard those are popular with the ladies too," Isaac winked.
Another disgusted look. "I do not wish to be a melee-type."
Stephen's father thought about it for a moment. Assassins were pretty popular nowadays, with the katars and cloaking and whatnot, but he didn't really want his son to be a thief --- besides, Stephen had already ruled out all melee types. Still, he knew what was powerful and what wasn't -- and one of the most overpowered classes was...
"How about a wizard, then?"
"Father, wizards are very overpowered. They do not require tactic in order to survive; they rush in with their area of effect skills and kill large mobs at once."
Exasperation showed on the man's face. "What do you want to be then? Please don't let it be one of those pansy bards or something, I swear that they are all gay." (Pun! )
Stephen, knowing that this conversation was going nowhere, told his father what he wanted to be.
"...WHAT?"
"It's best for me---"
"No way in HELL am I letting my son be some sort of goddamn..."
"Please do refrain from cussing in the Lord's name--"
"Not if I can do anything about it! Like hell you'll be a priest! Being a priest is for girls! You're my son, dammit, that'll just destroy my reputation!"
Stephen stayed quiet, but was indignant inside. 'You probably can't, old man. Because you're just like all of those other drunken fools.'

Polinia had been a beautiful lady, a wonderful priestess, and helped many people... Many a time she had even been able to resurrect the newly-dead or aid those in need of help. She'd always done it for free, not even asking for lodging when she'd needed it. Her sweet kindness had tamed Isaac, one of the most powerful knights in the history of Rune-Midgard. At first, he'd been very loud and flirted with everyone he met, but on one mission he'd had to team up with Polinia. He'd immediately been taken in by her beauty, but after hearing her unrealistic demands (stop flirting! stop showing off! think before you speak!), he lost interest. There were plenty other fair maidens out there, ones that would probably be desperate for such a handsome young knight. Yet, he couldn't get his mind off her, and when one of his friends tried to take her hand in marriage, he had, instead of challenging the man to a duel, bent to her wishes and become a polite, respectful man. In the end, it turned out that Polinia had had her sights set on Isaac the whole time, but hadn't showed it --- so they ended up happily married, having one son. However, her midwife had not been the most experienced, and she died in child birth, much to everyone's dismay. It affected Isaac the most, and he decided that Stephen (Polinia's choice of name) must grow up to be just like his father, so wherever Polinia was in heaven, she'd be proud. (Yet, after a year or so of depression, he hastily snapped back and began to flirt with girls again...Which highly irritated Stephen)
...Yet his son had different ideas.

[soulmusician]

*nostalgia*

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Nostalgia, how?
Funny how no one has commented on the main character yet.
~~~~ Continued


If five hits, non-crit, killed a poring, it'd take thirty five hits to kill a poporing. A poporing gave eighty one exp, while a poring only gave two. To most people, a poporing would be forty times better to kill. Yet to kill a poporing you needed detoxification against its poison. A poporing also hit seven times harder than a poring, and a little bit faster...Meaning you'd have to use more potions. They were also more easy to find, especially if you followed the south road from Prontera, through its field, and to the right of the Morrocc field to get to Poring Island. However, each point that was set aside for strength was one point that wasn't given to intelligence. Intelligence would be what he needed as a priest; healing would perhaps be his best choice at leveling until he learned turn undead. The prospect of being able to heal, like his mother, was very exciting --- but every day he spent studying his mother's notes was a day his father would snort, pretending his son didn't exist. One day, after training harder than usual because he only a little extra exp to gain until he was job level ten, Stephen couldn't take it anymore.
"Father, I am not aware of what your noncomittal snorts will have to do with what job I want to be."
"What does a priest get for a living? They work for basically free - no, they waste their stamina healing others."
"Mother was a priest--"
"Is that why you want to be one? Well, she's dead now, you know! And you can't bring her back, no matter what!"
"...I am quite aware of that--"
"THEREFORE, I have enrolled you in the Knight's academy. You will go talk to the Master Swordsman in Izlude as soon as you reach job level ten."
"No, I won't, father!"
"Yes you will! And if you don't, I'll drag you there myself!"
"..." Stephen walked quietly upstairs, frowning, and his lip slightly trembling.
Isaac took that as surrender. He hadn't really wanted to do it, but the way things were going, his son might actually end UP as a priest. At least it'd be solved now -- Stephen'd like being a Knight, he knew. All of the young men did.

[soulmusician]

Nostalgia because we had a two hour conversation about this.
And I thought it was obvious that you based your chara off of him...

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Mary, obviously the Stephen we know iRL would want to be a Knight or a SinX ;-;...Never a priest...

Chapter Two ~

Idiot father. Stephen had suspected something like this would have come up sooner or later, and he had planned for it already. Earlier that day, just as soon as he had obtained his last job level after hours of grinding in the field below Prontera, he had already gone to Father Mareusis in the Church. He'd already been accepted as an acolyte with glee as nowadays only incompetent girls seemed to be signing up for the job; all he had to do was go to Father Rubalkabara, who was three fields away from Prontera. Out of all three of the quests that he could have been given, this one was the hardest. He would have to go through the map full of chocos; chocos were agressive, and many a novice had died by them. Yet he was excited, planning on telling his father today, as good news, but on his way home a group of novices had surrounded him.
"Heh, Stephen, we saw you heading into the Prontera Church. You weren't praying, where you now?" One of the male novices jeered. He, being more muscular than the others and wielding a slightly expensive weapon, was probably the leader. Stephen knew this person; while he had gone with his father to visit the Guard, one of his father's friends showed up with his own son. They immediately had a dislike for each other; Stephen was quiet and JJ was talkative. JJ also loved to boast, and at his young age, already had a little group of fangirls. The exact opposite of Stephen. And then that opposite had been standing in front of him, blocking his way home.
Stephen did not answer him. The way he saw things, the sooner JJ got bored, the sooner he'd get home. The sooner he got home, the more sleep he would get, which would be what he needed for the long journey ahead.
"Or were you applying for a job?" He waved at the other novices to come over. Two guys and three girls; Stephen didn't know them. The girls were probably the boys' girlfriends. What stupidity. They all joined in, sneering at the tired novice.
"You want to be a priest?" One of the girls spat, disgusted. "That's, like. my job."
"Eew, maybe he wants to get a sex change, too," another mocked. The group of six guffawed at that, but Stephen still didn't respond.
"What's wrong?" JJ said, taking an intimidating step forward. "You scared?"
"Please kindly state your business so that I may continue on my route towards the humble abode of my father," the boy replied stiffly.
"Speak English, fag."
His patience was wearing thin, but he remembered that to be a Priest, patience was a virtue. So he bit back with something he knew would scare the other.
"You wish for English? Well, I can speak English. My father is a higher rank than yours is. So if you don't move aside now, then my father will kick your father out of the Guard."
JJ's face paled, but only slightly. "..Y..Yeah right! As if! My father could beat your father any time in a duel!"
"Be that as it may, I wish to continue on my way now."
After cussing him out a little more, JJ and his little gang moved, as Stephen had expected. However, his victory did not cause him to feel pride or satisfaction, but instead it ate away at him that he'd used his father against someone else. Was that all that he was, that he could not take care of himself? Why did everyone continue to rag on about him? Couldn't he live his own life...? It took so long, and he worked so hard --- it wasn't just mindlessly killing porings like the others, it was carefully counting each experience point and compiling the ratio of potions to kills. It was writing out the weaknesses of each monster and which weapon worked the best, how many weapons he could buy without borrowing his father's money...And then he graphed it all in a notebook. It was determination that had driven him so far to this point; more than anything else, what he wanted was to be able to help others, to be able to rely on himself but also to make people happy. So what was wrong with his profession? And what, he wondered, was wrong with wishing to follow his mother's footsteps...?
He would have been okay with it; this was his father, after all. The only family he had left. But signing him up for the Knight Academy had been the last straw...He never thought his father could be so ... stupid! And so Stephen took out his notebook, flipping to the page that he had created the day his father had disagreed with his choice. No, even before that: the day he'd even chosen his profession. His plan to escape.

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MOREE because I really love to write about Stephen.
JAY KAY I just dunno what to do for two hours while my dad is at work... >.>;
I also wanna get this story moving lawlzz.


First step: Waiting. Pretend to fall asleep at eight. Isaac will be awake, and will check on you at roughly ten. He likes to talk to you while you're sleeping about Polinia for about ten minutes; you will know he'll leave soon as he starts to cry, and after an hour, he will have retreated to his room and you will hear his snoring. Isaac snores very loud; you should give him another thirty minutes or so just for safety.

stephen turned off the light and closed his eyes; it was exactly eight. He began to count two hours, not having a watch or clock inside his room. One, two, three, four...minute two three four....five minutes two three four....
After reaching one twenty minutes, he worried that he had counted wrong, because his father was still downstairs. However, as expected, Isaac lightly creaked open his son's door to ruffle his hair and wish him goodnight. As usual, he also began to talk about his deceased wife.
"Your mother, Polinia...She was one of the best --- no, simply the best priest out there, you know." He sighed. "I can sort of see why you'd want to be like her, son. But you know..It's a hurt to a man's pride to have their son follow his mother, not his father," Isaac frowned. "But Polinia...I want to tell you a story about her." He settled himself down against the warm covers of Stephen's bed, absentmindedly playing with his son's hair as he spoke.
"Polinia, she loved to nag at me. Always telling me to do this, to do that, to be happy in life but to do things the right way; she wanted me to always carry at least one yggdrasil berry (full hp) and one yggdrasil leaf (ressurects one person), to always buff before attacking, to never rush out into the field holding more than fifty percent of what you could hold (by doing so, your hp and sp do not regenerate). I always wanted to shut her up, tell her that I wanted to live the way I wanted to, and that no one would die when I was around. But one day, I met your mother's friend. I forgot her name...but she, too, was a priest. Perhaps even better than Polinia, she was. That day, after Polinia took me to her, we hired her to go to Glast Heim together. I would have asked Polinia, but she, just like all the other Priests that day, were busy." Isaac chuckled upon remembering such a long time ago. "I was just a flimsy little swordsman back then. We heard that she was a novice nun so we were worried, but she was pretty good, healing and buffing us perfectly and all. She was pretty fun to talk to, too; she was playful and not so strict like your mother. Still, our whole party got wiped out. She was the only one left standing, you know...there were Wanderers every which way, I'm sure she must have been very scared. But in the end, she somehow managed to ressurect all of us with that skill...What was it called..? Rependita? I don't remember its name, but she used it. It allows you to ressurect your whole party at the cost of your own life. Heck, I wouldn'tve even used it, but she did. Six lives she saved that day, son, including mine. And no one even had a yggdrasil leaf on them, though, except for me. The only reason why I had it, too, was because your mother had snuck one into my inventory before she left to help her own party. Son, if I hadn't had that leaf that day, that poor nun would have stayed dead forever. She didn't deserve that. When she woke up, she, after getting over the confusion of being alive, was very grateful to me, but I told her: no, don't be grateful to me. Be grateful to Polinia. She was the one who saved your life, not me. Because it was true, son. It wasn't me that saved her life that day. It was your mother...And after that day, I began to listen to what she said. I began to listen."
Stephen, who was pretending to be asleep, was beginning to have trouble doing so. To think that his mother had been...so...good in her lifetime...No! Must not cry! He tried to keep the tears from coming, but couldn't. Aah! What if his father...? Hopefully his father wouldn't notice---
Ding dong.
"Ah." Isaac, quickly wiping his eyes, hurriedly ran down the stairs (one-two-three-four-five-six-CREAK-eight-nine-ten, counted Stephen) to see who it was.
It was Charlie.
"Hello, Isaac," the knight said -- well, more like announced -- , his slightly accented voice surrounding the whole room. Isaac had left Stephen's door open in his rush, so he could hear everything.
"Why, hello, Charlie," the taller man frowned. Isaac wondered what Charlie was doing here this late at night.
"Can I...come in?"
"Sure, why not?" They were friends, so it was okay, Isaac guessed. "How can I help you?"
Charlie looked a bit nervous. "...Today, I heard from my son..."
"Yes?"
"...That you might kick me out."
'Oh, SHIT.'
Isaac looked even more confused. "...What? You know I don't even have the authority to do that, Charlie."
His friend immediately looked relieved. "Haha, I know, right? That's what I told my son: Don't worry, JJ, your old man'll never be kicked out of the Guard."
"I'd never kick you out, man, we've been best friends since forever. Where'd he hear that, though?"
"Ah, well, JJ was...playing a little bit rough with Stephen today. Your son threatened that if he didn't stop, you'd be on my case." Charlie laughed, or more like guffawed - it sounded a lot like his own son's laugh - , happy that all was right again. "I guess Stephen must be really proud of his dad. I just wish, sometimes, that he wouldn't go around wanting to be a priest; it gives people like my son a good reason to tease him."
"That he is! And all that priest nonsense, it's going down the drain tomorrow!" Stephen's father grinned widely, as if it had been his life term goal to destroy his son's dreams.
'Being a priest isn't nonsense...Didn't you just tell me the exact opposite of what you're saying now?'
Charlie perked an eyebrow up. "Oh really now?"
"Yep. I heard from a few people that he got his tenth job level today---"
"Already? My son's only on job level six and he trains everyday---"
'He's probably killing poporings and spamming red potions, you only waste zeny that way...You have to use First Aid...'
"And he's going to the Knight Academy tomorrow! I've already talked to the Master Swordsman."
The anger that had dissapated quickly returned. Idiot father. Such an idiot. Well, I'm not going to put up with you anymore...
"Woah, man, I'm sorta jealous. My son's been waiting for it for ages, but I think he only trains for experience when his girlfriends are around."
They both laughed lightly at this.
"Well, I'll see you tomorrow then," Charlie declared, getting up to leave. "Good luck with your son!"
'You're going to need it, father, because I'm not planning on staying here anymore...'
"Thanks! You too!"
Charlie closed the door behind him, and Isaac returned to his room.
Stephen's calculations were off by fifteen minutes due to Charlie, but that's why he'd given an extra thirty for safety. As he suspected, after an hour, his father was soundly asleep.
'Bingo. Time to go.'

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Step two: Retrieve items. Go LIGHTLY down the stairs. Make sure that you skip the seventh step down, because it always creaks. Grab a few items from the kitchen (six steps left - Apple x5, Empty bottle x3, Knife[2] x1). Before leaving kitchen, take care to "accidentally" drop a bottle of sticky mucus, which you "accidentally" step in. Leave shoes here. Then go to mother's room (thirty steps to the right, on the other side of staircase). Door is well oiled, so just go through. Top left drawer next to bed contains jewelry and accessories. Take a rosary and spiritual ring. Go to closet; mother has a +10 recovery staff, take this; there are also a pair of sliepnirs under the bed, take these as well. Close wardrobe/drawer, then retrieve the shoes in the kitchen.
Quietly, Stephen tip-toed down the stairs. One, two, three, four, five, six, jump. He tumbled a bit, accidentally kicking the step, and took hold of the stair-rail. However, the snores didn't even lessen, nevermind stop, so after a minute he continued down the stairs and towards the kitchen. Six side-steps, wasn't it now? He did so as lightly as possible, then retrieved some fruit from the basket, three bottles from the cabinet, and a knife from the drawer; he left the drawer open. Hopefully the disappearance of the knife would serve its purpose. He retrieved his bottle of sticky mucus, and laid it on the floor in a position where it could have dropped from the countertop. After wiping his shoes in the goo, Stephen walked thirty steps right, and opened the door to his mother's room. Usually he stopped to smell the scent of perfume that still lingered all over (his father sprayed it in every day, just so it would be like Polinia was still living there), but tonight he was in a rush. Quickly he sprinted over to his mother's drawer, and opened the top left, reaching in. ...Diamond ring, golden ring, flower ring....silver cross! Stephen retrieved the Rosary and reached back in for the Spiritual Ring. While reading through textbooks, he had discovered that wearing these two together would make the damage of Heal against Undead monsters 50% higher, increase the damage of Magnus Exorcismus by 30%, and also help to recover SP by 9%. Stephen didn't like to take his mother's equipment but it was better to do that than to let it go to waste. He decided to take care of his mother's items like his life; the spiritual ring was dropped by only MvP's, and the Rosary[1] was even more rare, dropping only at 0.1% from mobs. After having carefully placed his mother's accessories into his inventory, he continued to the wardrobe. The wardrobe itself was a dark mahogany, and inlaid with gold. By itself it must be worth at least 500k...! However, no one ever wished to sell it, because Polinia herself had been the one to hunt enough gold to pay for it. Anyway, the real treasure was inside. The boy gingerly grasped the medium sized wooden rod. This…This was a recovery staff, dropping only at 0.1% by Anubis. Nearly all priests had one, though, having killed much more than 1,000 Anubises during the span of their lifetime. But getting something +10 was extremely difficult; by the time you were at +9, there was less than a 10% chance of successfully reaching +10. Although he could not use it yet, Stephen took it along with him, awaiting the day that he could proudly wield his mother’s staff. But there was one more valuable waiting for him. He wasn’t even very sure of whether or not he should take it; it was that valuable. His father didn’t know about them, or else he would have probably taken them already. What did his mother have that was so rare, so incredibly expensive…?
A pair of double slotted sliepnirs. Sliepnirs, by themselves, were rare; they added 10% more of your maximum HP and SP, along with increasing how fast you could walk --- extremely useful, not only for travellers, but for warriors as well. However, some people were irritated at the fact that you couldn't add a card to them. A Dark Lord card would allow the user, when attacked, to auto-cast Meteor Storm at a 10% chance; an Amon Ra to auto-cast Kyrie Eleison at 10%(nearly 100% Block against melee for an amount of attacks)...Still, Sliepnirs were known as "God Equipment", and although cards weren't addable, everyone who had them took very good care of them. But Polinia had stumbled upon these shoes. She had never told her son how; she would have, too, had she not died before the secret could be revealed. A pair of slotted sliepnirs were probably worth much more than any amount of money that Stephen or Isaac, or even the whole entire Guard put together, would ever have in their lifetimes. But that wasn't it. These shoes were double slotted. Never in the history of Rune-Midgard had there been a pair of shoes of which you could add two cards. If these were just normal shoes, the rag-tag ones you could find anywhere, that were double-slotted... It'd be hard to comprehend its price. So the fact that these sliepnirs, Sliepnirs, were double-slotted...Stephen found this as a blessing...No, much more than a blessing. He knew that these shoes must be protected at all costs.
After closing the wardrobe and drawers softly as not to make any noise, Stephen returned to the kitchen, having to count his steps as not to fall over in the pitch black. He put his normal shoes back on, sort of wishing that he could wear his mother's sliepnirs, but knowing it wasn't time yet, God equipment was to be saved for higher levels. He took real care to make sure that the sticky mucus was smeared all over his normal ones, and that it smeared onto the floor, leaving a nice trail for his father to work with.

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Longpostlongpost LAWL
No one actually reads this but meehh, its 1k words/day

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Step three: Embark on journey. Exit by back door; father's room has clear view of front door. Take care to walk, not run, to the Kafra in Prontera. Teleport yourself to Izlude, walk all over the town, take your shoes off and put them in your inventory, then use a butterfly wing.

The back door wasn't too hard to get to from the kitchen, but Stephen was a little fearful of tripping. Would it be okay to go through the front door..? It was so much closer. But no, he knew that in the end, the difference of whether he got caught or not might be dependent on which route he took. So he began to walk, dodging the items he knew were in the dark - a cabinet, a table...His father's swords. There was only a few steps left to the outdoors when he noticed that his father had ceased his snoring.
"Stephen?" His father called out loudly.
Oh, crap. Why did he awake...?
"Stephen..."
The boy stood still, not making a noise. Maybe if he didn't say anything then Isaac would think he was sleeping. Or something.
"...Ste...No, Polinia, don't go...Polinia..." The father groaned in his sleep, and Stephen nearly let out a sigh, but kept it inside himself, and he continued on his way, knowing that the clock was ticking. He left through the back door, shutting it softly. Luckily for him there wasn't a garden due to the fact that there simply wasn't anyone in Prontera that actually had a garden. The town was highly populated, and it wasn't even the biggest town in Rune-Midgard, either. The Kafra he wanted to talk to was in the south of Prontera, right above the field. This way it would cause a longer trail to be created, therefore giving him more time. The whole purpose of his plan was not to actually run away, but to simply bide enough time to become an Acolyte. After becoming an job, all of Midgard knew that changing was impossible. Although it would anger his father, Stephen hoped that Isaac would eventually grow used to the idea. After all, they were family, so he probably wouldn't be kicked out. As he approached the Kafra, however, he was met with an unpleasant surprise: the Kafra seemed to have drifted off to sleep. Her glasses were very close to falling off; they teetered on the bridge of her nose.
"Um, excuse me, Kafra," Stephen said hesitantly, trying to disguise his voice. "Hello, Kafra?"
However, the Kafra did not wake up from her slumber, so the boy tried poking her shoulder. She was nearly as tall as him, which wasn't very common of the Kafra; they were all petite little ladies that loved to serve everyone. (Or did they? They're probably paid well, though, so.) After poking her a few times lightly had having gotten no effect, he stabbed her violently in the side.
"Aaah!" She screamed, automatically hugging herself and knocking the glasses down to the floor. After retrieving them, she stuttered, "Ahh! Um! H..Hello! Welcome to the services! Of the, um, Kafra!"
"...What are you, a new employee?" Stephen muttered. "Anyway, I would like teleportation to Izlude."
"Um...Izlude, uh, that'll be...six-thousand zeny..." She trailed off into silence.
"...Six thousand...?" Overpriced much...? "I've never heard of a six-thousand zeny teleportation. Isn't it like, 1.4k?"
"Oh! Right! Six thousand is to Niflheim! Which is only for the Prontera Guard...! Ah, um, oh no, that was classified information..." She bit her lip.
"Niflheim? Why is the Prontera Guard going to Niflheim?" Stephen asked, curious. His father hadn't said anything about this.
"Umm, I'm sorry, I can't tell you..."
Stephen was about to inquire further, but was interrupted by an enthusiastic male voice.
"If you don't tell us, then I'm afraid that you will have to be coming with us~"
"Ah...What...? I'm sorry! I don't even know!"
"Too bad, then you're coming with us. Take us to Izlude, please, I'll pay the fee. It should be two thousand eight hundred zeny."
"Um, who are you?" Stephen asked, confused. This was an unexpected turn of events...
"Someone who knows a lot about you. Anyway, let's go." The strange man, who Stephen couldn't see due to the darkness, paid the Kafra, then snapped a pair of handcuffs onto her.
"Aaah! What is this?" the Kafra screamed again, causing the novice to wince. It wouldn't be a good thing for people to wake up, now.
"Like I said, you're coming with us," the man said.
"I don't want you two coming along with me," Stephen growled. "You don't even know where I'm going, and two people will slow me down!"
The mysterious man feigned being offended. "Excuse me? Did you just call me slow?"
"Let me go!"
"Nono, you're coming with us--"
"Kyaaa!"
"Either SHUT UP now and come with me, or just let me go by MYSELF," the irritated novice threatened as harshly as he could without yelling. This wasn't going well...! It had delayed him already by more than eight minutes.
"Alright, alright, take a chill pill. Here, Kafra, come on--"
"No!!!"
"If you don't shut up and teleport us there NOW, I'll stick this knife in your throat." Stephen took out the Knife [2] that he'd retrieved from the kitchen, showing he was business. Of course he wouldn't really do it, but he was behind his schedule already...
The Kafra shut up at that, and although whimpering, she cast her teleportation spell, only this time she went with the adventurers. She wondered what she had done to deserve this...This was only her first day as a Kafra! This hadn't been covered in the training, so what was she supposed to do!?

After getting over the little bit of dizziness that teleportation by Kafra always gave him, Stephen began to walk around the town. It was now midnight, a clock said. He frowned; he wanted to be back before dawn. He guessed that he'd have to ditch his walking-around-like-a-lost-person-in-Izlude plan and just go with his second option: running-around-like-a-lost-person-in-Izlude. Just as he was about to start, the man that had accompanied him tapped his shoulder.
"What?" Stephen asked angrily.
"Here, take this," the man said, handing a small box to the novice. "Use it, it'll make you faster -- just don't crash into anything, and remember that it only works for twenty seconds, so go around as far as you can. Actually, on a second thought, take a few more." He handed the boy five other similar boxes, which Stephen put in his inventory.
Stephen scoffed...as if he'd actually do that. "Thanks," he muttered, opening the first one. Powder drifted out of the box, nearly causing him to sneeze. He stood there for a few seconds, not feeling any different.
"Go," the man urged. "Don't waste it, the clock's ticking."
The novice took a few steps, then noticed that he'd gone farther than usual; he looked back, and saw that the man was nearly out of his sight already.
"Ehm...Okay. Whatever, it works," he said, beginning to run around the town. Luckily for him everyone was sleeping by now, or else he might have gotten some strange looks for going about in such a manner. He felt so light --- like he had wings, or something --- and for a moment forgot that it was only for a certain amount of time, and what his real reason of being here was. Since Izlude was a small town, perhaps one of the smallest, he had run nearly everywhere possible already, leaving sticky marks behind him. However, Stephen wasn't ready to stop now, no, that exhilarating feeling was something he wanted to experience again. Hastily he opened another box, and continued.
Back in the center of the town, the Kafra was still being held hostage by the man. He held her gently but firmly by her handcuffed wrists, not trying to hurt her but not wanting her to escape, either. After a silence -- much more than twenty seconds, the man thought -- a thought finally occurred to him.
"Gaah, darnit, I forgot that Thunder Boxes can be really addicting," he muttered. "The first time I had them, I wasted about twenty before I was reprimanded..."
"Umm, where are you taking me?" The Kafra asked, her voice quivering. She hadn't wanted to be a Kafra in the first place, and from what she had experienced, being a Kafra wasn't as fun as all the girls made it out to be.
"Wherever I go," the man replied.
"Umm...where would that be...?"
"...Maybe I'll go somewhere in Rune-Midgard. Maybe I'll go somewhere outside of it."
Outside? the Kafra worried. I've never been outside Rune-Midgard...Is there even anything out there...?
"Umm...Why...?"
The man chuckled at this question, finding it amusing. "Why? Isn't it obvious?"
After a silence, the Kafra stated, "Um...No...?"
"Ha, the benefits of having your own personal Kafra. You get storage whereever you like, teleportation whereever you like, Save Point wherever you like...And since you're with me, you're not really a real ~Kafra~ anymore, so we can get all of the services for free! Now, isn't that fun?" (Not to mention most guys would die to have a Kafra following them around XD)
"....So basically you're taking me for your personal use?"
"Basically."
The Kafra did not respond to this. "..."
"So."
Once again, she was non-responsive.
"What's your name?"
"...Mary..."
"Ooh, Mary. What a pretty name. My name's Andres or Andy, don't tell that boy my name, though, I don't want him to know who I am."
Mary thought about telling the boy, but it was probably better if the boy didn't know her name, either...He was a little scary. "Okay, just don't tell him my name."
"..."
At this time, Stephen had finally run out of thunder boxes to run around with. He returned, still glowing with the aftereffects of the dust, and the man anticipated what he was going to ask before he actually asked it.
"No."
"....What, I didn't say anything?"
"But the answer is no."
Stephen growled. "Why not?"
"We gotta go, let's move along, come on."
"Just five more---"
"No."
"Four?"
"I'm not giving you any, so let's just go."
"Just one? Please?" The boy was begging now.
The man sighed, exasperated. "...I'll give you more when we reach Prontera, so you can run to Father Rubalksiyah or whatever his name is."
"Rubalksiyah? It's Father Rubalkabara."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever, let's go. Take off your dirty shoes, and give them to me, I can hold more than you can."
He did so, and the man supplied him with a new set of boots that he could wear instead. However, in his excitement of running around, Stephen had dropped his Butterfly Wing, and wasn't very happy about the prospect of having to walk all the way back.
The man sighed again. "Here, here, Kafra, open my storage." He handed over another forty zeny, and took out three butterfly wings.
"Everyone together, let's go now." He nodded at the Kafra. "You go first, so I can make sure that you don't disappear.
She protested a little, but held it up and teleported herself, still a little bit afraid of the novice. The man went next, muttering about how much zeny he'd spent today; Stephen went last, wondering how he ended up relying on a stranger's items.

Step four: Meet Father Rubalkabara. If you start in the middle of Prontera, (which you should be due to the butterfly wing), all you must do is continue right into the eastern Prontera field. Nothing in this map is aggressive; to save time, do not attack anything. From here, walk north until you hit a forest; walk along this forest towards the east until you find an opening. From here, walk north and you'll hit another forest; go west for a short distance and you'll find another clearing. If you follow this east, you will come to a warp that lets you through to the next Prontera Field. This field will be a little bit harder to go through; a miniboss (Eclipse) spawns here and so do Mandragoras. Just run whenever you meet Mandragoras and try to stay away; they will only attack you if you are in range, and are immobile. This field is a little bit tricker to go through; start off heading north through a clearing. Almost immediately you'll hit a forest so follow it east. At one point you'll hit another forest so stick to the eastern side of the forest and walk north. If you do this correctly you'll get to another Prontera field. This one is the one that you need, but take heed of the "Choco", which is a very strong mini-boss. There is only one in the whole entire map, though, so if you're careful then you might not meet it at all. To get to Father Rubalkabara, you simply walk east until you hit a forest. Follow this path all the way down, until you see a clearing. Go through this and walk north until you hit a forest, then walk east again. If you continue going north, you will hit a large forest. At this point all you have to do is walk east, and Father Rubalkabara is right by the portal to the Monk's Monastery. After reaching him, it should be nearly dawn, so you should use a butterfly wing to get back to Prontera. From there, run north-east to the Prontera church and finish the acolyte job quest.

As he expected, Stephen was now in the middle of the capital. Everyone was still asleep. That was good. According to the clock, he had about five hours until dawn approached. He'd have to hurry through the fields.
The man walked up to him with more boxes in his arms.
"Do not waste these; we want you to get back here as soon as possible."
"Why are you helping me?" The boy inquired. Of course, so far, the man had been quite helpful, but it was a mystery to him as to why.
"It has to do with the Guard, we don't have time to discuss this right now; if we ever meet again, I'll tell you."
"..."
"Here, take these boxes. You wanted to run, well, we'll race. You know the way there, right?" Stephen opened his mouth to reply, but the man stopped him. "That was a stupid question. You've probably been planning this day for ages, writing out all three of the possible paths, going over them over and over, memorizing them. So we'll run through the first field, then the second one we'll walk as a rest; I can kill of the Mandragoras. Also take this butterfly wing."
"..." Stephen took the boxes and the butterfly wing, but hesitated to open them.
"What's wrong?"
The boy ran through his fingers, looking down. "...Thank you."
"That's all right, like I said, I have my reasons and you have yours. So, ready? Oh, wait, oops--" The man grabbed onto the Kafra, who was trying to sneak away. She made a surprised squeak, then let out a sigh of disappointment. "You're not going anywhere, hun, you'll be following us, I have way too many boxes to waste."
"Fine," she muttered stiffly.
"Now that that's settled, I'll count us off~!"
"Three!" Stephen tensed.
"Two!" He opened the box of thunder...
"One!" Poured out the dust...
"Go!" And began to run east, towards the field.

[soulmusician]

What. The. Frick.

[sr9jes]

Told you.

[soulmusician]

So you did. I must make a habit of reading these spur-of-the-moment stories.

[G ♥ t h i k a l e a]

Excuse me
What does that mean?
Should I continue this? =/
I already have the whole storyplot written out for it too
Naaah must write my MomoKai
<3

[soulmusician]

I demand that you kill off the Kafra named Mary.

[sr9jes]

Don't worry. She got tired of it and refuses to write anymore. Hopefully, she'll write after her momkai fad, but....
I doubt it.

[G ♥ t h i k a l e a]

Mary I was going to make a Professor named Yuanhan who decides to release you from the servitude of Andy, Stephen, Sam and me, but then you fall in love with him and decide to come back.
I was also thinking of making Kevin gay (because Andy has turned gay and refuses to marry me in the game) but Kevin would be angry at me.
By the way, Sam falls in love with Stephen if I continue this. I fall in love with everyone except for Yuanhan, and then I end up marrying my pet Alice that I thought my sister killed, but it's actually still alive and in Niflheim.

Then we all get third class , come back to our respective hometowns, and pwn everyone in War of Emperium.


OOPS I just gave away the whole story, oh well teeehee