Rosalyn gave thanks for Gauldeval's healing spell and went about gathering some broken wood and debris for another fire to protect against the chill of the night.
"How much further have we got to get through this forest anyhow?" she asked as she brought a fire roaring to life.
The large elevator leading up to the tenth floor of the Delkfutt's Tower had a single passenger. She was no adventurer, however. The mithra in the black cloak whistled and hummed to herself, singing a song that reminded her of chocobos as the elevator hummed its way up the tower. Quiet "warks" and "kwehs" interrupted her tune at appropriate times and when the elevator came to a stop on the tenth floor opening up into an immense room full of Gigas she let out a little ding-dong sound.
"Tenth floor, Porphyrion, Mimas, Huge Moth Axes, and looooooooooots of Delkfutt's Keys~" The cloaked mithra waved into the distance. "Hi Porphyrion, I'm hoooome!"
The giant in the distance looked annoyed and turned away.
"I said 'I'm home!' " the Mithra shouted, her voice harsh. The gigas waved cautiously and moved into the corner with a number of smaller gigas. The Mithra harumphed and left the elevator room, making her way up the remaining three floors. The denizens of the upper tower paid her no mind as she walked by them as though she owned the place. She stepped onto a small teleportation platform and entered into the Steller Fulcrum where she had made her home some odd years back. Upon appearing in the small rotunda, she noticed something was amiss.
"Huh, hm, wha?" she asked the air over-exagerating her motions of surprise along the way, "Why the door to my Crystal Room is open. Whoever could be in there?" The Mithra tiptoed across the room and up the steps, entering the crystal chamber. "Ooooooh Stiltzky-poo, is that you I hear breaking and entering into my-"
The Mithra stopped in her tracks as she saw the deformed figure of a Hume clicking away at the old Zilartian technology in the crystal chamber. The man looked up, his clawed fingers frozen above the buttons on the machine.
"That's not funny, Stiltzkin, turn back into a Moogle now," she said flatly.
"I believe you have me mistaken for someone else," the man said coldly.
"Oh, well if that's the case," the Mithra flared her hand in front of her, holding two cards between her fingers, "Who are you and what are you doing in my home?"
The man looked around. "I'd hardly call this a home."
"Well it's mine," she sneered, sticking her tongue out. "I've even got my name written on it." She pointed over to one of the cermet walls that had gouges slashed into it.
"I guess the pen is mightier than the sword," he quipped, "but I hardly take you for one who can hold a pen much less a sword."
The Mithra growled and lunged at the man, knocking him away from the machines. They landed in a knot on the floor, a blue black wing spiraled into a point at her throat, and an intricate tower shield just centimeters from crushing his face into the floor.
"You look like that one I saw in Bastok," she spat, "I told you one of you would die on your journey."
"Bastok?" the man asked. "I haven't been anywhere near that city. Now I do believe you have me mistaken. Perhaps we remove ourselves from this Bastokan Standoff we seem to be in and act civilized."
"Unless you haven't guessed it, I'm not exactly civil," she sneered as her slitted eyes narrowed. And without any rhyme nor reason she extricated herself from the hume and lowered her weapons. "Just who are you bub?"
"You may call me St.Ger-"
"I didn't ask for your name."
"I... I believe you just did..." he was now thoroughly confused.
The Mithra walked away, making long exagerated steps with her hands held up behind her head. She leaned back, looking at him upside down. "Whatchu want in my home?" she narrowed her eyes in suspicion.
"I am looking for a way to reach The Gate of the Gods. This crystal and these devices keep it floating in the sky. I thought there might be a teleportation device here as well."
"You long way from teleportation device, bub," she said as she straightened herself up. "So, St. Gerly-"
"I suggest you search near that foresty place off the place with the mountains and the not so many trees. There's a place made of white stone, it has the teleportation pad you're looking for. Any questions, Gerly?"
He looked away, muttering under his breath. "Germaine..." He then looked back up at the Mithra. "You're a couple cherries short of a Yagudo Drink, aren't you?"
"Who you calling short? I'm plenty tall," she harumphed, placing her hands on her hips. "Who are you, get out of my house." she pointed to the door.
St. Germaine looked at her quizically. " 'Foresty place off the place with mountains and the not so many trees.' " he repeated as he marched out the door. As the door closed shut behind him he snapped out of his confusion. "HEY! Wait a minute, I'm supposed to be the bad guy around here!"
The Mithra let out a relaxed sigh as she reclined up near the large glowing crystal power-whozits, listening to the bangs on the door and rantings of some crazed hume at her door. "Gerly-man needs to just relax," she traced her finger along the crystal, little sparks of energy leaping from the giant gem to her black leather gloved finger. "He's acting all sorts of crazy..."
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