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Topic Started: Apr 23 2008, 02:25 PM (815 Views)
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A mini AU fic featuring Mac and Faris.

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Night had descended upon the group of travelers. They were behind schedule reaching the small village as they had run into some unfortunate events at the Golden Chocobo Inn. While the owner had been more than mildly angry, he had let them go without a fight- until he saw a startling bar tab thanks to the Viera in the group, who had ordered far too many drinks for her companions.

The silver haired woman sighed as she sat some slight distance from the others afterward, attempting to lay her sleeping bag out. It had been her fault they had ended up leaving Agol as late as they had, and it troubled her that she was already making waves with the others. But it simply couldn't be helped.

A chill went down her spine as a cold breeze passed her by, and she shifted herself to face the fire the party had lit for their campsite. As her eyes roamed over the forms of her companions, she thought of Laon's expression as he apologized to the bar owner. She sighed quietly once more.

'It's not like I was trying to skip out of paying the tab...' she thought, pulling her knees to her chest. Faris had been around long enough to know how much bar owners spoke to one another and how they always had stories to tell about rotten apple patrons.

The breeze, mildly irritating before, shifted quickly to a harsher cold and then up into a wind. Her long ears swayed lightly as a result and she shivered once more.

"Here," a deep voice spoke and suddenly Faris was draped in a coat. The silver haired woman looked up, a smile gracing her features when she took in the appearance of Micerhin Aldchekal Carothver.

"Ah... I'm okay, I don't really need it." she said softly, pulling on the coat's lapels.

"C'mon, I can tell you're cold." Mac spoke in a slightly amused tone, settling himself beside her. "So let me be a gentleman here."

The woman smirked playfully at him, "So you've given me your sweaty, stinking coat? Yes, very gentlemanly..."

A small blush erupted on his cheeks and he scowled at her. "C'mere you-!"

The Viera was gently pulled closer to him and she blushed slowly as he tightened his grip around her shoulders. It was relaxing to have him so close to her, she realized- for him to literally surround her in his presence. She settled into him slowly, letting his scent and warmth lull her into a dreamy state.

A gust blew past again and Faris felt the man shiver next to her. A slow smirk graced her features and she drew her own arm up and around him.

"Better?"

A low chuckle was heard from her companion, "Much."

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Continuing the trend of Backstory Fiction... and Fiction in general... a little bit on the backstory of Micerhin Carothver.

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And now our story begins...
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A New Life, Part 1:
Entrances and Exits


Stirring softly, Micerhin Carothver returned to the waking world – a gentle rocking motion and the occasional creek of wood in the distant background being heard occasionally. At his back, the soft feeling of cool silk sheets and a few blankets on top kept him warm from the occasional sea breeze that wafted through the open portholes on the left and right walls of the room.
Slowly opening his eyes to the world and finally leaving the dreamland that was his subconscious, Mac sat up slowly and yawned softly. The previous night had been an… interesting one, to say the least. And the proof of that was laying next to him, the still-snoozing body of his captain, who looked like the night had been harder for her than it had been for Micerhin.

Smirking softly at the snoozing form of the Grian woman (ok, it’s not like there were any Grian males around, but…), Mac found himself watching his Captain sleep for a few minutes. The slow rise and fall of her chest, covered beneath the white silk sheets. The twitching of her wings and tail as she dreamed. The soft sighs as she, too, slowly returned to the waking world.
Many a man would be satisfied with the situation. But Micerhin Carothver had taken a somewhat… different route to get to the here and now, and even being on this ship (the Purple Rain) still stirred up a few memories he’d rather forget.

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Yeah, it's a Flashback...
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“Pirates!” came the call that snapped the young Micerhin Carothver from his sleep. Only age 19, Mac had spent much of his life trying to get from one place to another. Well, not all of his life. A lot of his life had also been spent being taken care of by others – such as those monks who’d nursed him back to life after a rather nasty fall while trying to go to Rora, or at the Martan orphanage. However, that didn’t stop the young man from trying to set out on his own.
And set out he had – first to Sasun, where he’d joined a Chemist’s Guild and nearly burned off the flesh on both his arms several times over. Some nights, he felt like he was still working there, complete with the scent of burning flesh or brimstone haunting his dreams. After parting on good terms with the man who’d offer to teach him what he could, Micerhin had decided to try and book passage to Ziga…
…which is where the problem starts.

Cannon fire was soon heard after the warning cry from the crow’s nest, quickly echoed by explosive splashes in the water. They weren’t far off, and the successive blasts and splashes told the inexperienced lad that they were getting closer. Dashing out of his quarters, tossing on a shirt to go with his pants, Mac found himself running up to the main deck to see if there was anything he could do.

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“Man the cannons, men!” came the cry of the captain as Mac threw open the door to the main deck, “We shan’t let those scoundrels take our cargo or passangers!”
The captain was an elderly old man, complete with white beard and a pipe – as well as eyes that told many more tales than the captain himself was willing to tell anyone without a few drinks in him. Taking a puff off his pipe, the captain pointed down to Micerhin and said, “If you came to help, you can grab a musket and take aim for when they come aboard.”
Tossing off a quick salute, Micerhin sprinted over to the Quartermaster to ask where he could grab a musket… only to see a cannonball crash into the deck in front of him, splintering the deck and crushing the leg of the Bangaa sailor who’d just been running alongside Mac seconds ago. Skittering back, Mac felt the first thing he’d not felt in a long time, if ever.
Fear.

“TAKE THE SSHIP!” came the cry of the pirate ship’s captain, a grizzled young Bangaa wielding a rather nasty looking saber as he stood on the poop deck of his ship, the Purple Rain, “SSPARE FOUR BUT KILL THE RESST!”

…and it was now that it finally dawned on Mac that he probably wouldn’t be seeing Ziga anytime soon.
If ever.


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And, hey, the Flashback's over.
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With a few soft moans, the Grian captain slowly sat up on her own, wings stretching themselves out as her eyes opened droopily. Yawning, Mac could see the canine teeth of the woman clearly, to say nothing of how sharp they were – making her almost look like a cutely demented vampire. Her tongue curled during the yawn and Micerhin did find himself blushing at the scene… and what was on display during the scene.
Finally focusing on what could be seen in the room, the captain brushed her flame-red hair from her eyes and looked strangely at Mac, her voice groggy but still evident with we would call a Scottish accent, “…what are ye looking at? Do Aye have somethin’ on me face?”

Mac held his hands up slightly and looked away, smirking as he did so, “Nope, nothing at all Cap’n Aggy.”

Aggio Fillaenr, the Captain of the Purple Rain shook her head to clear the cobwebs from last night in her head, “So ye say…”
Sliding out of bed, Aggio’s wings continued to flex themselves as she walked over to her dressing chamber. Something Mac found incredibly cute, to be honest. Following like a loyal pet, Aggy’s tail swished back and forth behind her with the swaying of her unclothed hips.
“…but I don’t quite believe ye, Mic.” She finished her thought as she slid on her underclothes for the day, “Ye’ve been my first mate for the past year and shared me bed for probably double that. I know when somethin’s bothering ye.”

Laying back down onto the bed, Mac crossed his hands behind his head and rested them on the headboard of the place he’d slept for the past dozen or so months and sighed softly, “…and you’re right on that.”
“I feel…” he put his words aloud, “…restless.”

Aggy’s head poked out from her dressing chamber, a confused look on her face, “What, ye want to raid a passenger ship today, then? Maybe steal from our own for a real fight?”
There was a pause and a sly grin crossed her face, a glint of naughtiness in her visible eye, “Or do Aye tell the crew to keep sail for Delfa’s port while you and Aye spend the day putting your dingy into port?”
Mac smirked at that but shook his head, “No, I mean… I want to do something else with my life. You know as well as I do how I got here… it’s not the life for me.”
Letting out a disappointed purr, Aggio shook her head and ducked back into her changing chamber, “And there’s nothing Aye can do to keep ye here with me? No… special offers?”
“I’m… tempted,” Micerhin replied, sitting up and putting on his pants from last night, “Lord knows I am. But something else is calling for me right now. I can feel it And I won’t be satisfied until I know exactly what that is.”

“As ye wish,” Aggy was still shaking her head as she left the dressing chamber, fully dressed and clothed in what many would identify as the clothes of a pirate captain, “We’ll make landfall by evening, so Aye’ll let the crew know.”
As Aggy started to leave the room for the main deck, she stopped at the door and her wings flexed a few times, feeling almost agitated, “Ye’ll be back, Mic. Ye claim otherwise, but Aye’ve seen you in battle. The grin that slides across ye face when ye’ve take down the first mate of the other crew, the way ye look at me… the things we’ve done… Ye’ll come back one day.”

“Maybe,” Micerhin replied, slipping into a ruffled shirt and slowly buttoning it up, “I’ll go wherever the wind blows, so maybe the wind will blow me back to your sails one day. But-”
“Trust me,” Aggio interrupted, “Aye’ve seen many a man try to leave this way of life, Mic. If you do find something different, ye’ll be the first Aye’ve seen.”
“I won’t know till I try, will I?” Mac grinned, trying to hide what regrets he did have within him, buttoning the cuffs to his shirt, “A new way of life is only new if one tries it, after all.”

~Not The End, but a reasonable Facimile~
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Done spur of the moment, while listening to random songs on my music player! Enjoy!

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"Show me your style" - w-inds (AU Faris X Mac from FFE)

Faris twisted herself and swayed her hips as the music began from the various band members on stage. Her eyes met briefly with Mac's and a smirk landed on her lips. She surged forward and hoisted him from his seat.

"Dance with me!"

A small blush erupted over his cheeks as he stumbled and hurried to catch up with his female partner as she dragged him onto the open dance floor. The Viera started an easy, quick stepping dance to the jovially music being played.

"You do this a lot, don't you"?

"Only when the songs are good!" Was her quick reply. Faris grabbed his hips suddenly, helping to sway him and to match her own.

A darker blush blossomed on his face but it was quickly followed by a smirk. Micerhin couldn't helped it, every time he was around the woman, Mac always found himself doing things he wouldn't normally do.

It was fun and free...

If there was one thing he could at least admit to himself, when he met Faris is that she awakened his spirit again. And someday, he'd have to find a way to thank her.

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"Seven Days" - Craig David (AU Faris X Mac from FFE)

Micerhin crossed his arms from the corner of the bar they were in, his fellow teammates having a grand time. They'd been arguing (playfully, Mac reminded himself) and drinking, just having a rather fun time since getting back from Kafca. His eyes strayed from person to person, until they landed on the one woman that always seemed to take his breath away.

Faris was laughing with fellow team member Kupek and had a slight red tint to her cheeks, most likely from her mead.

Pushing off the wall, Micerhin crossed the room to where Kupek and Faris' table was. He leaned onto it, catching both occupants attention.

"Hey, what's with having all this fun without me?"

"Hm?" The Viera mumbled and looked up at him, her visible eye blinking slowly before twinkling at him. "You're the one who was off brooding."

He scowled at her and grabbed her drink away.

"I wasn't brooding, I was just waiting for you to invite me over."

"Right. like you've ever needed an invitation when it's come to join me..."

Kupek groaned lightly, "For the love of Kupo! Get a room you two!"
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What the hell, let's put up another bit...

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A New Life, Part 2:
A Pirate’s Life For Me


“On ye feet, pathetic Hume!” snapped a female’s voice, ripping Micerhin from his uneasy slumber on the hard wooden floor of the pirate’s ship.
It had been no more than a few hours since the Purple Rain had assaulted the poor merchant vessel that Mac had signed up on. The hoarde of invading pirates had pillaged the merchant vessel, ripping the sails to shreds and decimating the crew down to a scant handful. Micerhin had wanted to help out in some way… but had been knocked unconscious by a large chunk of wooden-plank-turned-shrapnel that was hurled at him by another errant cannonball.

“I know ye heard me,” the voice shouted again in a thick near-Scottish accent, a foot nailing Micerhin in the stomach as the owner’s voice picked up again, “On ye feet. The Captain wants to see ye.”
Groggily, Mac’s eyes opened to the world again and he found himself staring into the eyes of an angry looking young woman, flame red hair and almost shockingly ice-cold emerald green eyes. Or at least, Micerhin thought she was a woman. The lizard-like wings on her back and the seemingly-scaly tail behind her spoke volumes as to if she really was even a Hume in the first place. Though at the moment, the man’s eyes were more focused on both the eyes of his new acquaintance and the dull yellow horns on top of her head. And Mac had been so busy looking at this new… being that he only dimly realized that he was in the brig of the ship – whatever ship it was.
“Mmh…” Mac slowly got up off the wooden deck, feeling at least half of his body complain and the other half either dead from going numb or getting there soon, “…I must have been hit harder than I thought. Now I’m seeing dragon-ladies.”

“Are ye daft?” the woman(?) shouted at him, a strong fist whacking Micerhin upside the head, “Aye’m not some mystical creature – Aye’m Grian. Ye know, like the Bangaa – another species. Moron.”
“…Grian?” Micerhin asked again, still not quite sure what was going on as he rubbed at the quickly-forming welt on his head, “I’ve never even heard of them before.”
“Just because ye’ve never heard of us doesn’t mean Aye’m not what Aye say Aye am…” the Grian female growled softly, her wings twitching in agitation and tail looking like it was about ready to lash out and beat Mac upside the head anyhow, “…now like Aye said, the Captain wants to see ye.”

“Yeah, yeah…” Micerhin sighed softly, seemingly resigned to his fate, starting to walk through the open door to his jail cell, “…So, if you’re you… what is the name of my striking captor?”
The Grian looked at Micerhin strangely before slowly responding, “…Aggio Fillaner. But just because Aye’ve given you my name, don’t get any funny ideas ye pathetic Hume.”

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The door to the captain’s chamber opened and closed slowly with the gentle swaying of the ship as it moved across the sea. The actual latch had been broken a few months back in an attempted mutiny and Captain Jack Barthound never bothered to see if it could be fixed or not – after all, it made it easier to keep an eye on the crew while remaining in his room.
Aggio’s head poked through the gap created by the door swaying open, nodding to her captain as she spoke up, “Ye wanted to see the fourth prisoner, here he is. Not much to him, though.”
“Ssend him in, Aggy,” the Bangaa captain nodded, putting down the novel he’d been reading through, “Might asss well induct him into the crew now.”

“…crew?” Micerhin’s voice came out from the hallway, the true weight of the situation finally landing on him, “Wait, you want me to work a… as a pirate? Don’t I have a choice on this?”
“Ye had one during the combat – ye could have died instead, but ye didn’t. Now get in there, ye whining Hume.” Aggy glared at Mac, her cold eyes flashing fire for a few seconds as her hand unconsciously strayed to the blade at her side, “…unless ye want the second option now.”
“I… I’m going,” Micerhin held his hands up in defeat, walking through the door, “Just, quit it with the ‘Hume’ crap. I’ve got a name just like you do.”
Aggio scoffed, her wings twitching again in impatience, “Then what do ye want to be called?”
“My name is Micerhin Carothver, but I just go by Mac most of the time,” he spoke aloud, walking further into the captain’s room, “…at least, usually.”
“Whatever ye say, Mic,” Aggio rolled her eyes softly as she left the room, “Aye’ll be out here in case this…” she caught herself, sighing softly, “In case Mic here tries anything stupid.”

“Thankss, Aggy,” the Bangaa captain nodded as he eyed Micerhin slowly, looking the ‘newcomer’ over. The Bangaa’s lizard-like features seemed to glow slightly in the dark, the brown leathery skin of the Captain slowly throbbing with the movement of his muscles and his breathing, his tail slowly twitching as well.
“Micerhin Carothver…” the captain rolled Mac’s name over his tongue as he stood up and started closing the difference between the two of them, “I like the name. Very eassy to ssay.”

“…t-thanks?” Mac found himself stuttering as his brain finally had processed the actual fact that the captain was probably a good two heads taller than him, to say nothing of the rather brutal looking scimitar at his side.
The Bangaa grinned softly, eerily looking very much like he was about to snap his head forward and devour Micerhin whole – bones and all. Instead, the Bangaa spoke up, the words almost slithering out of his mouth, “If you do anything againsst me, you’ll be trying to swim to land without your legss, hear me?”
Micerhin only nodded, any possible words completely abandoning him much like fate seemed to have done.
“Good,” the Captain’s grin widened to an almost eerie length, “Welcome to the crew, Micerhin.”
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