[Fic] Supporting Cast
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chirurgiqueTitle: Supporting Cast
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Relationship: Mog & friends
Rating: PG
Content notes: references to a canon war (the Keyblade War), references to death
Words: 892
Summary: Mog and his party wait for their newest recruit to join them before heading out together. Their new friend better hurry, though — this mission is too important to miss, and they can’t wait forever.
“So, exactly how much longer are we planning to wait?”
Mog’s party members all turned to look at him, and he half-regretted breaking the silence. His friend in the pink hat scoffed at him.
“Oh, so now you’re all about being on time?” Pinky rolled her eyes along with her shoulders in an exaggerated shrug. “I swear I’ve spent half my life waiting for you guys to show up to meetings and missions!”
“Yeah, Mog.” Their other friend pushed his novelty glasses up his nose like some kind of intellectual. “Let those in glass houses cast the first stone.”
Pinky didn’t seem to appreciate Specs’s corroboration, though. “Oh yeah? You’re never late because you barely ever show up! I don’t even have enough fingers to count all the times you’ve flaked.”
“I think we can all agree that keeping our obligations to each other, while our first choice, is easier said than done,” the captain cut in evenly, calling everyone’s attention to order with just the sound of her voice. “But we aren’t marking for attendance. As long as we all respect each other’s time and communicate, I’m sure we can find it in our hearts to forgive a few small mistakes.”
Pinky sighed and seemed to equivocate a bit, but she eventually nodded her concession. Specs caught Mog’s eye and smiled sheepishly. Mog grinned back his own forgiveness and apology. The captain seem satisfied. “We’ll wait just a bit longer.”
And as easily as that, the party was waiting comfortably again. Mog suppressed the urge to offer an impressed whistle.
It was hard to imagine what they would do without the captain. Living in Daybreak Town and fending for themselves without adult supervision could be a trial and a half — were you supposed to wash your pillow? Did you have to refrigerate oatmeal? So having someone even-tempered and mature like the captain around to remind them to breathe, and to lock their doors in the morning to keep Heartless from rummaging through their wardrobes, was a major blessing.
Mog felt a little guilty being grateful for her poise, since he could vaguely remember that she hadn’t always been so put together. She had smiled more under the watchful eye of their previous captain, and even more when her pirate hat-wearing brother had been around. He knew that the reason he could sneak off to train by himself — why Pinky could complain so much, why Specs could get away with taking so many rain-checks — was that none of them had been asked to step up to the plate in quite the same way.
But like she had said, little flaws like that were something your friends could forgive. And it wasn’t like the rest of them weren’t growing alongside her. Pinky’s lackadaisical attitude, a source of annoyance in the past, had been employed in recent missions with more careful precision, to boost the mood at just the right times. Specs’s sense of self-preservation had become an important reference for group safety, and while Mog wasn’t sure whether his efforts to improve his skills had really been the help to the team that he had hoped for, he felt proud at least to say that he was doing his part to tend the little garden of what they had built together, too. His heart swelled to think about it. He couldn’t help but grin.
“What’re you so happy about?” demanded Pinky suspiciously.
“Nothing. I was just thinking that I couldn’t ask for better friends to roll with.”
Pinky laughed incredulously, so hard it turned into a cough. Specs had to split his attention between thumping her on the back and reassuring Mog that what he had said hadn’t been that corny, really.
“... I think our new friend might agree,” said the captain.
“And they’re showing it by holding us up?” Pinky straightened her back, recovered and ready to stir the pot again.
“No, look.”
The captain pointed. On a distant rocky plateau, a ways out from the dust bowl where they waited, a small humanoid figure could be seen, an incorporeal form traced with glowing light. It was their friend, the one that had saved them that day in the sewers and breathed life and morale into their dwindling squad. The friend they had been waiting for. The friend that was now motioning as if they were the ones that needed to hurry up.
A gust of desert wind sent a tumbleweed through the Keyblade Graveyard as if to give them a beat to process their mistake.
Specs slapped his hand to his ghostly forehead. “We spent all that time waiting, but they had already gone ahead!”
The captain brought her glowing hands up and adjusted her nonexistent bandana, readying herself. “Come on, then, there’s no time to lose.”
One by one, the party members’ Keyblades began to move infinitesimally, slowly working themselves free of the craggy earth. Once free, they rose into the air. Mog watched as each of his friends imbued their Keyblades with their own golden light. He shut his eyes, looked into his heart, and impressed his wishes onto his, as well.
They had to hurry. The rest of the wielders were calling.
WARNING! RAID BOSS ALERT
Support requested!
Host: Sora
Together, the Keyblades soared through the air, and the Union rose as one.
Written for the prompt “Union” for Day 3 of KHUx Week. (By the way, for the curious, some of the details referenced in this fic come from this KHx event that never made it to KHUx.) Thanks for reading!
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Relationship: Mog & friends
Rating: PG
Content notes: references to a canon war (the Keyblade War), references to death
Words: 892
Summary: Mog and his party wait for their newest recruit to join them before heading out together. Their new friend better hurry, though — this mission is too important to miss, and they can’t wait forever.
“So, exactly how much longer are we planning to wait?”
Mog’s party members all turned to look at him, and he half-regretted breaking the silence. His friend in the pink hat scoffed at him.
“Oh, so now you’re all about being on time?” Pinky rolled her eyes along with her shoulders in an exaggerated shrug. “I swear I’ve spent half my life waiting for you guys to show up to meetings and missions!”
“Yeah, Mog.” Their other friend pushed his novelty glasses up his nose like some kind of intellectual. “Let those in glass houses cast the first stone.”
Pinky didn’t seem to appreciate Specs’s corroboration, though. “Oh yeah? You’re never late because you barely ever show up! I don’t even have enough fingers to count all the times you’ve flaked.”
“I think we can all agree that keeping our obligations to each other, while our first choice, is easier said than done,” the captain cut in evenly, calling everyone’s attention to order with just the sound of her voice. “But we aren’t marking for attendance. As long as we all respect each other’s time and communicate, I’m sure we can find it in our hearts to forgive a few small mistakes.”
Pinky sighed and seemed to equivocate a bit, but she eventually nodded her concession. Specs caught Mog’s eye and smiled sheepishly. Mog grinned back his own forgiveness and apology. The captain seem satisfied. “We’ll wait just a bit longer.”
And as easily as that, the party was waiting comfortably again. Mog suppressed the urge to offer an impressed whistle.
It was hard to imagine what they would do without the captain. Living in Daybreak Town and fending for themselves without adult supervision could be a trial and a half — were you supposed to wash your pillow? Did you have to refrigerate oatmeal? So having someone even-tempered and mature like the captain around to remind them to breathe, and to lock their doors in the morning to keep Heartless from rummaging through their wardrobes, was a major blessing.
Mog felt a little guilty being grateful for her poise, since he could vaguely remember that she hadn’t always been so put together. She had smiled more under the watchful eye of their previous captain, and even more when her pirate hat-wearing brother had been around. He knew that the reason he could sneak off to train by himself — why Pinky could complain so much, why Specs could get away with taking so many rain-checks — was that none of them had been asked to step up to the plate in quite the same way.
But like she had said, little flaws like that were something your friends could forgive. And it wasn’t like the rest of them weren’t growing alongside her. Pinky’s lackadaisical attitude, a source of annoyance in the past, had been employed in recent missions with more careful precision, to boost the mood at just the right times. Specs’s sense of self-preservation had become an important reference for group safety, and while Mog wasn’t sure whether his efforts to improve his skills had really been the help to the team that he had hoped for, he felt proud at least to say that he was doing his part to tend the little garden of what they had built together, too. His heart swelled to think about it. He couldn’t help but grin.
“What’re you so happy about?” demanded Pinky suspiciously.
“Nothing. I was just thinking that I couldn’t ask for better friends to roll with.”
Pinky laughed incredulously, so hard it turned into a cough. Specs had to split his attention between thumping her on the back and reassuring Mog that what he had said hadn’t been that corny, really.
“... I think our new friend might agree,” said the captain.
“And they’re showing it by holding us up?” Pinky straightened her back, recovered and ready to stir the pot again.
“No, look.”
The captain pointed. On a distant rocky plateau, a ways out from the dust bowl where they waited, a small humanoid figure could be seen, an incorporeal form traced with glowing light. It was their friend, the one that had saved them that day in the sewers and breathed life and morale into their dwindling squad. The friend they had been waiting for. The friend that was now motioning as if they were the ones that needed to hurry up.
A gust of desert wind sent a tumbleweed through the Keyblade Graveyard as if to give them a beat to process their mistake.
Specs slapped his hand to his ghostly forehead. “We spent all that time waiting, but they had already gone ahead!”
The captain brought her glowing hands up and adjusted her nonexistent bandana, readying herself. “Come on, then, there’s no time to lose.”
One by one, the party members’ Keyblades began to move infinitesimally, slowly working themselves free of the craggy earth. Once free, they rose into the air. Mog watched as each of his friends imbued their Keyblades with their own golden light. He shut his eyes, looked into his heart, and impressed his wishes onto his, as well.
They had to hurry. The rest of the wielders were calling.
WARNING! RAID BOSS ALERT
Support requested!
Host: Sora
Together, the Keyblades soared through the air, and the Union rose as one.
Written for the prompt “Union” for Day 3 of KHUx Week. (By the way, for the curious, some of the details referenced in this fic come from this KHx event that never made it to KHUx.) Thanks for reading!
