[Closed Log] - Staking a Claim

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Who: The Loser Triad (Zed, Ace, and maybe later Deuce) and the Harvest Sprites
When: Forward dated to Spring 5, if that's okay
Where: The soon-to-be-claimed Beach Farm
What: Zed brings Ace along to help him on another round of poking around. A strange energy down by the beach draws them both in, and then they find themselves with more than they bargained for.
Rating: Can't see it going higher than PG.


If Zed was nothing else, he was enthusiastic.

After a talk with Kanji had pointed him in the right direction as to a way home, the demon had bounded into the situation with a renewed energy, and gone looking for "overgrown and gross" places to take care of. How, he hadn't the faintest idea.

So he'd recruited Ace to help. Ace had struck him as a basically calm and levelheaded person, during their first meeting - perhaps the sort of person who could figure out the fine details so Zed could attack the problem at full throttle.

As they walked, he tried to give an explanation for his plan as best as he could. Given that it was secondhand information received from someone still figuring out the situation themselves, however, Ace might still have found himself with questions. Especially since, when allowed to let his enthusiasm run away with him, Zed's ability to communicate rationally tended to plummet in turn. And he was, for the first time since the first day, in a good mood.

It felt good to have a goal. Setting out, without his sword or his armor, seeking a task he had no idea how to manage - it was a proper heroic endeavor, if ever there was one. And if he rose to the challenge and met it, he would have surpassed the Quarter Knights fully and completely.

It was the morning of their third day in Bower Village, early in spring. They'd followed the spring, for lack of any other direction to take, and something - maybe fate, maybe luck, maybe the Harvest Goddess herself - kept them on the path long enough to reach the promontory, with its tangle of wild yet edible plants and its scraggly plum trees.

Zed paused at the top of the rise, and surveyed the scene. The scent of the plants immediately caught his attention as absolutely nothing he recognized. If not stopped, he'd make a beeline for the plum trees. "What a charming little place this is."

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Why did he even agreed to do this again? Where he could try to do something even more logical?

...Well, because so far, using his logic didn't bring him anywhere in particular.

Ace, like always, was never the most enthusiastic person. So when Zed had invited him to come along, there was the part inside him that was still reluctant to do so. The conflict in his mind collided against each other for a short time, only for the positive part to win that out significantly. Hence why he was now following Zed.

Without asking more question, even. He, indeed, still had tons of question regarding Zed, if not this Cape Beryl in general. But that could wait for later, for he knew that Zed probably wouldn't able to provide him with the answer that he had sought. This Harvest Sprites that Zed had told him were probably the one that could shower them with the clear and perhaps, tender answers.

With that in mind, Ace made his beeline elegantly, following the source of clear water alongside the other man. At least until they had stumbled into the rough plains. The place, for the lack of better terms, was rather different from what they had walked through. It was not a bad thing, of course. The plum trees were interesting to gaze on its unique way.

"Indeed this is," he paused, his gaze was now scanning the whole area in general. In any other situation, he would like to make somewhat witty comment about where did the fishing pole in that corner came from. Though, this was barely the time and place for sightseeing. "I still fail to see of what should we do here, however."

also hi Deuce sorry for the lateness

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Well, everything was taken care of. Kinda. Ace got a farm to tend now. He got what probably would be his source of daily income. But the most important one was not that, it was one big step to what he had always dreamed for: Making a ranch. Granted that it was not going to be a chocobo ranch, but the joy of watching any creatures enjoying themselves... That was still one of the most beautiful things that could happen in his lives. Ace would not throw this chance away. Definitely.

Thus that prompted him into another question, although he kept it mentally to himself: How should he do this? He knew how to raise chocobos from what his azure eyes witnessed, but those cute yellow birds weren't here, as far as he had experienced. Not to mention there were a lot of things that needed some... proper handling. His new place to live, to name one. Ace was always the neat person indeed, but if he was going to delve deep into raising animal in his custody, he probably wouldn't have much time to take care of the house. Zed didn't seem to be the type to do that as well, if he might say so himself.

Another helping hand was necessary.

The first name that passed his mind was no other than her's, of course. Deuce. She could always be depended for anything in particular. The brunette would smile, nod, and obey like the saint she was. Not to mention that having her around his side always made him relax. There were a lot of times that he wished that he could talk to her privately about things unrelated to war and such, and this was a good call. Ace was never complete without Deuce by his side.

With that in mind, he quickly rocketed his steps toward the inn, leaving a short letter there about how much he needed to speak with her for many things regarding this place as well as about how he would wait for her by the Town Square. The weather was not being all that friendly, but open atmosphere was still an open atmosphere. That was always how Ace had always preferred his zone and it would never change so soon.

Should Deuce left for the Town Square, she would definitely find an Ace sitting somewhere comfortable, his expression as levelheaded as ever.