07-12-2017, 08:24 PM
Molly whispered, "So what do you think happened to her?"
Piqui, also enjoying the gossip, shrugged her feline shoulders, "I don't know, it sounds like she's in big trouble... Should we tell Gildarts or Guu?"
Molly calculated, "She could already be dead. Or worse, she could've been evil and deserved what she got. It's so hard to tell. If we got Gildarts or Guu on it then they could be in danger too. I would hate to see Gildarts forced down to meet Diablo for any point in time. The idiot might think he'd be able to take the demon king on!"
"Haha since when did Gil become a demon king?" Piqui joked.
"Not funny, I'm serious! This girl... Christa. What if her call never gets answered? What if she never gets saved. And... While she could've caused this to happen on some level... I think everyone deserves to be saved." Molly continued putting her intelligent youthful mind to work.
"How do we know if her call gets answered ?" Piqui asked.
"That's the thing, we never will. Or it could've already been answered. Can we let that sit on our consciousnesses for the rest of our lives when it could cost someone their life?" Molly spoke gravely.
"Sooooo whatcha talking about?!" Pinkie Pie squeaked intrusively as she strode obliviously toward them noting their hushed voices and huddled together body language.
Pinkie had just changed into some sporting pony swimwear, of the white polka dot and teal variety. "Say, you guys aren't talking about escaping my chaperponying, are you?"
Molly smiled, chaperone pony. How cute. "No, that's not what we were talking about," the little girl sighed, "Piqui has a crush."
The cat's eyes went wide and her jaw dropped, "HEY! Why would you say that! N-no I don't!!"
"It's worse if you deny it and she still has her detective pony outfit, she'd find out sooner or later," Molly said, nudging the kitten to play along. "Plus, I saw how you looked at that alleycat bad-boy type on the boardwalk."
Piqui flushed and her fur rose with embarrassment. Molly had noticed that?! Has Piqui been that obvious? In Molly's case, lying was always best sold with half truths and this was one of them.
"Hmm I think I remember that..." Pinkie said slowly. "Well if you like this boy just make sure he treats you right."
Solid advice. Too bad their minds were far from boys, well, at least Molly's. The only man she was thinking about was Gildarts. And that Christa girl.
"So who wants to go swimming? Goodness it's getting toasty!" The cat and the little girl just stared at her.
"I'll be there soon, I want to call Gildarts again, why don't you go with her Piqui?" A BRUTAL SACRIFICE. Piqui was martyred and dragged along with Pinkie to go splash around in the Vasty waves.
Molly held the phone in her hands. Deliberating her choice. Call Gil or Guu, or try and call back the signal, or... Forget about the entire thing and enjoy her day at the beach.
The choice was made for her, however, for when Molly lifted the phone to call Gildarts and tell him, a sudden cast of dark, illusionist's magic clouded over the young girl.
The adolescent let out a loud high-pitched shriek. Anyone across half of the beach would've heard it. The spell's source was unknown, but if one were to seek, they would find it came from a pocket from a pocket plain in the Astral Realm.
Molly's mind went blank, swept of all memory from the transmission. Forgetting she'd screamed. Forgetting what she was doing for the last five minutes, it was the opposite of deja vu. She had no memory of the last few moments, it was a clean cut from her memory though. No gaps, other than Christa's voice stolen. Molly simply had no recollection, of even her own scream.
"Hm? What was I doing with this?" She stared at her phone, the screen showed Gildarts' main contact page and the dopey expression of his face when she'd snapped his picture while he slept.
The girl's pigtails tilted as she looked at her two friends, tossed her phone aside and said, "Hey! Wait for me!" As she chased them down through the sand and finally rendezvoused with the Vasty Deeps waves.
Piqui, also enjoying the gossip, shrugged her feline shoulders, "I don't know, it sounds like she's in big trouble... Should we tell Gildarts or Guu?"
Molly calculated, "She could already be dead. Or worse, she could've been evil and deserved what she got. It's so hard to tell. If we got Gildarts or Guu on it then they could be in danger too. I would hate to see Gildarts forced down to meet Diablo for any point in time. The idiot might think he'd be able to take the demon king on!"
"Haha since when did Gil become a demon king?" Piqui joked.
"Not funny, I'm serious! This girl... Christa. What if her call never gets answered? What if she never gets saved. And... While she could've caused this to happen on some level... I think everyone deserves to be saved." Molly continued putting her intelligent youthful mind to work.
"How do we know if her call gets answered ?" Piqui asked.
"That's the thing, we never will. Or it could've already been answered. Can we let that sit on our consciousnesses for the rest of our lives when it could cost someone their life?" Molly spoke gravely.
"Sooooo whatcha talking about?!" Pinkie Pie squeaked intrusively as she strode obliviously toward them noting their hushed voices and huddled together body language.
Pinkie had just changed into some sporting pony swimwear, of the white polka dot and teal variety. "Say, you guys aren't talking about escaping my chaperponying, are you?"
Molly smiled, chaperone pony. How cute. "No, that's not what we were talking about," the little girl sighed, "Piqui has a crush."
The cat's eyes went wide and her jaw dropped, "HEY! Why would you say that! N-no I don't!!"
"It's worse if you deny it and she still has her detective pony outfit, she'd find out sooner or later," Molly said, nudging the kitten to play along. "Plus, I saw how you looked at that alleycat bad-boy type on the boardwalk."
Piqui flushed and her fur rose with embarrassment. Molly had noticed that?! Has Piqui been that obvious? In Molly's case, lying was always best sold with half truths and this was one of them.
"Hmm I think I remember that..." Pinkie said slowly. "Well if you like this boy just make sure he treats you right."
Solid advice. Too bad their minds were far from boys, well, at least Molly's. The only man she was thinking about was Gildarts. And that Christa girl.
"So who wants to go swimming? Goodness it's getting toasty!" The cat and the little girl just stared at her.
"I'll be there soon, I want to call Gildarts again, why don't you go with her Piqui?" A BRUTAL SACRIFICE. Piqui was martyred and dragged along with Pinkie to go splash around in the Vasty waves.
Molly held the phone in her hands. Deliberating her choice. Call Gil or Guu, or try and call back the signal, or... Forget about the entire thing and enjoy her day at the beach.
The choice was made for her, however, for when Molly lifted the phone to call Gildarts and tell him, a sudden cast of dark, illusionist's magic clouded over the young girl.
The adolescent let out a loud high-pitched shriek. Anyone across half of the beach would've heard it. The spell's source was unknown, but if one were to seek, they would find it came from a pocket from a pocket plain in the Astral Realm.
Molly's mind went blank, swept of all memory from the transmission. Forgetting she'd screamed. Forgetting what she was doing for the last five minutes, it was the opposite of deja vu. She had no memory of the last few moments, it was a clean cut from her memory though. No gaps, other than Christa's voice stolen. Molly simply had no recollection, of even her own scream.
"Hm? What was I doing with this?" She stared at her phone, the screen showed Gildarts' main contact page and the dopey expression of his face when she'd snapped his picture while he slept.
The girl's pigtails tilted as she looked at her two friends, tossed her phone aside and said, "Hey! Wait for me!" As she chased them down through the sand and finally rendezvoused with the Vasty Deeps waves.
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