Post by Cactuar Wannabe on Apr 29, 2009 8:14:15 GMT -5
Hi, I’m applying for the role of the Summon Cactuar. No, seriously. There’s a lot of potential for a more detailed look at exactly who/what Cactuar is (although I can’t say I present it in this demo post, mainly because I was rolepalying him as a normal monster here), and I think this would be a cool place to explore it. Let me know if this is acceptable, thanks.
Quiet and bare. Nothing but a sea of yellow sand for hundreds of miles in any direction save for up above, where a similarly endless sea of blue stretched from one horizon to the other unmarred by even a wisp of cloud. It could have been any desert in any world, and in truth it did not matter which; a desert was a desert, sand was sand, and a Cactuar was and always will be a Cactuar.
A dust cloud kicked up on the Eastern skyline, so small that a passerby may not have noticed it. The cloud was trailing behind the smallest of green dots, speeding at an enormous velocity through the barren landscape. Legs pumping tirelessly, arms flailing pointlessly, Cactuar ripped it up in a serious way, travelling the length of the desert in under two hours. At the Western edge of the desert the Cactuar paused, coming to a total halt balanced upon one leg. Flinching not at all, the creature pivoted gradually and with great care. And there it stood for over an hour, until the sun was directly overhead.
As if on cue, the Cactuar took off once more, charging headlong for… the Eastern edge of the desert. It was going to be a long, exciting day.
What was it doing? Was this all there was to a Cactuar’s life? Pointless running? No, there was so much more. The Cactuar was on a mission, it merely need to find what it was searching for. It was several more full lengths of the desert before, finally, the Cactuar noticed something off to its right in the distance. Was it, could it be? Yes… yes, after five weeks of running backwards and forwards he had found it; someone to screw with.
‘Jibujibujibujibu…’ Cactuar murmured to himself excitedly. His eyes narrowed to slits as he scrutinised the adventuring party that was making its way towards him. He saw it was the usual mix of emo warriors, drippy-eyed girls and weird animal companions. All had rather enormous looking weapons, but the warrior at the head of the group was carrying what appeared to be a 10 foot glowing red sword. Crap, the Cactuar thought, they’ve got ultimate weapons… high-level armour too. Could be tough.
‘There’s one, kill it!,’ a female squealed.
‘Cactuar hunt is ON!’ an older man bellowed, and the party charged.
‘Jibu?’ Cactuar questioned innocently, squeezing out a bead of sweat and letting it loiter on the side of his head. He remained where he was, beginning now to move his arms and legs in a comical, alternating way.
‘Get him! Save the AP for me!’
‘I saw it first!’
Bullets smashed into the sand around the Cactuar, causing it to dance and dodge all about the place. Swords lanced in but found only empty air as the cactus wove around the weapons nimbly. It landed a solid kick to Head Emo’s crotch before back flipping over the rest of the party to land in perfect balance several metres away. For several moments none of the heroes noticed the creature’s absence and continued to trade blows in a scrum. It was only when the Cactuar emitted a high-pitched, siren like sound that they all turned around.
Just in time to see the little green freak take off over the closed sand dune.
‘GOD DAMMIT, NOT AGAIN!’
‘Jibujibujibujibujibu!’ Heh heh heh…
Quiet and bare. Nothing but a sea of yellow sand for hundreds of miles in any direction save for up above, where a similarly endless sea of blue stretched from one horizon to the other unmarred by even a wisp of cloud. It could have been any desert in any world, and in truth it did not matter which; a desert was a desert, sand was sand, and a Cactuar was and always will be a Cactuar.
A dust cloud kicked up on the Eastern skyline, so small that a passerby may not have noticed it. The cloud was trailing behind the smallest of green dots, speeding at an enormous velocity through the barren landscape. Legs pumping tirelessly, arms flailing pointlessly, Cactuar ripped it up in a serious way, travelling the length of the desert in under two hours. At the Western edge of the desert the Cactuar paused, coming to a total halt balanced upon one leg. Flinching not at all, the creature pivoted gradually and with great care. And there it stood for over an hour, until the sun was directly overhead.
As if on cue, the Cactuar took off once more, charging headlong for… the Eastern edge of the desert. It was going to be a long, exciting day.
What was it doing? Was this all there was to a Cactuar’s life? Pointless running? No, there was so much more. The Cactuar was on a mission, it merely need to find what it was searching for. It was several more full lengths of the desert before, finally, the Cactuar noticed something off to its right in the distance. Was it, could it be? Yes… yes, after five weeks of running backwards and forwards he had found it; someone to screw with.
‘Jibujibujibujibu…’ Cactuar murmured to himself excitedly. His eyes narrowed to slits as he scrutinised the adventuring party that was making its way towards him. He saw it was the usual mix of emo warriors, drippy-eyed girls and weird animal companions. All had rather enormous looking weapons, but the warrior at the head of the group was carrying what appeared to be a 10 foot glowing red sword. Crap, the Cactuar thought, they’ve got ultimate weapons… high-level armour too. Could be tough.
‘There’s one, kill it!,’ a female squealed.
‘Cactuar hunt is ON!’ an older man bellowed, and the party charged.
‘Jibu?’ Cactuar questioned innocently, squeezing out a bead of sweat and letting it loiter on the side of his head. He remained where he was, beginning now to move his arms and legs in a comical, alternating way.
‘Get him! Save the AP for me!’
‘I saw it first!’
Bullets smashed into the sand around the Cactuar, causing it to dance and dodge all about the place. Swords lanced in but found only empty air as the cactus wove around the weapons nimbly. It landed a solid kick to Head Emo’s crotch before back flipping over the rest of the party to land in perfect balance several metres away. For several moments none of the heroes noticed the creature’s absence and continued to trade blows in a scrum. It was only when the Cactuar emitted a high-pitched, siren like sound that they all turned around.
Just in time to see the little green freak take off over the closed sand dune.
‘GOD DAMMIT, NOT AGAIN!’
‘Jibujibujibujibujibu!’ Heh heh heh…
