The Trails of Moonlight II

Chapter I Epilogue: Ashton Side

"…and so that's how Dainydune went, Mac."

It was a cold, clear night at Cosica's B & Bee Tavern. Ashton had just finished reporting to Halophate after his arrival back in Cosica, and went out for a night in B & Bee, while the rest had accommodations in a fancier hotel lodging.

He was partaking of a sizzling meat dinner, with his friend Makarov, sitting on the table's opposite side.

Makarov had dark green hair, and was never seen without a lazy look on his face, and a cigar on hand. Ashton had come to consider him a friend after finding common ground with being regular patrons of B & Bee. Ashton had come to affectionately call him "Mac".

"So yer tellin' me that you've been playing babysitter with a bunch'a juniors from Yurran and Artestech? You've got your work cut out for you.", Makarov stated, puffing a big one from his cigarette as he did.

Ashton started scratching the back of his head, him trying to dismiss his friend's words. "Haha, I wouldn't say I've been babysitting them. They've taken care of their own ass really well even without my help. I actually feel a little superfluous."

"Superfluous? You got a bad habit selling yourself short. You were their strongman, especially when the girlie and the shortstock couldn't exactly muscle a bunch'a cargo with 'em. You also covered their flank from those attacks you talked about."

Makarov then closed in to Ashton, leaning on the table. "Speakin' of 'flank'… how were THEIR flanks, if ya catch my drift?"


"All of 'em."

Ashton then started pinching his forehead in exasperation, as he gave a sigh. "I couldn't possibly see any of them that way, man! If you wanna inspect them, do it yourself!"

Makarov then tilted his head, as if in bewilderment. "Ya know Ash? Ya gotta appreciate the perks in yer job. If yer to look at an ass all day, you might as well enjoy it. That's yer problem, you got no idea how to appreciate…"

"I'm not that kind of person, Mac.", Ashton interrupted.

"…I was about to say 'yer job's secondary benefits'. Take some joy in yer work, even if you do need to play detective fer a bit these next weeks."

The bulky man stared at Mac, with wide eyes open, and with inquisitive thoughts on the tip of his mind. "I don't know how to start…"

Puff, puff. Mac stuck his cigarette butt into a nearby ashtray. He then lit a second stick, after quickly grabbing it from his chest pocket. With a light breath, he faced Ashton. "Make friends with 'em - it's the least you can do. They all sound like cool lads to me. Them group is also packing that library hottie, aren't they? She's got that 'Foomi' vibe going for her. If you can't find joy in that, then I'd take yer post over anytime."

The young Halophate then clenched his teeth lightly, his face colored a subtle red. "Can you not compare her to Foomi? It's embarrassing when you put them side-by-side like that. But I get it though. If I'm gonna spend a lot of time with the group, might as well get to know them."

Ashton drank from the glass of juice beside him, gulping it down and finishing with a refreshing sigh. "Yeaah, but seriously, don't do that Foomi thing again.", he says with his face even redder than before.

Aid's Journal 01: Dainydune

"* * **, 430 A.R.

Rainy day as we head back to Cosica. I must admit; these past few days have been a real roller coaster of a ride.

Corseria has been an interesting journey so far, and so has been being a temporary member of Halophate. Heh… never thought my research would bring me to join Halophate. At any case, its not like Corseria is far different from Aleria. Great food. Vast wildlife. Aberrants all around. People who are interesting… yet.. mysterious at the same time.

I'm still wondering what's happening behind that R&D Center. Ms. Lucille Alexander, aka "Diesel," seems too brilliant to not know what's going on in her company. Then again… she looks like the shy, studious type that can't even hurt a fly. Its not like the police was any help, either; both DPD and SBPD were too mum about things. I'd rather not go through the pain of being taken to the police station again. I felt like people were staring at me after the ordeal. Not to mention that I'm a foreigner, as well. Its a good thing that officer trusted us, though. I'd rather not point a gun at an enforcer of the law. Still… its odd how they're covering up information, despite our mission as Halophate representatives. And what that "Kapour family" guy said was unsettling. Whatever he's after, and whatever he wants to gain, he's dead serious to even consider murder, large scale theft, and what I believe no sane person would do; playing around with Relics and Aberrants.

Something stinks. And its not the contents of the test tube Alex just got back from Burdock.

I know our team isn't exactly the most well-organized party around. We just a ragtag bunch of misfits around here. A technomanic fellow Artestech engineer from here in Corseria, and a couple of native Yurran students, as well; one a rather reckless young mage with a penchant for explosive artes, the other a supporter with a noblesse disposition and an odd fascination with experimentation of all sorts. The person we met here in Halophate seemed the one most capable, yet he seems the most excited person when it comes to helping out. And then, there's me; a clueless geek of a foreigner millions of miles from home. Nonetheless, I've seen what they can do. And in the few days I've spent with them, I already feel like I belong as much as I did back in Allonce amongst my peers. Even better, maybe. I know that I'm in good company as I continue my research.

Speaking of "company"… I wonder where that woman might be? Sure, Commander Goelle DID advise her to leave us to our own devices, but.. it couldn't hurt to just stay around, would it?

Maybe have a few bottles of beer down the bar while having a friendly chat-

…oh right. I'm neither in Camlann nor Allonce. 21 years old is the legal drinking age here in Corseria(counts for both light drinks like beer and wine AND spirits, apparently), and they're a bit adamant on their drinking laws. 
Ugh. Damn age restrictions. Well, laws are laws. Wouldn't want another police officer pointing her barrel down our way."

  -Aiden Jet G. Carminite


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