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I • Rampage of The Luggage

1. The Refuge Camp [Action]
[ Nestled deep in the refuge camp was a travel trunk. Like all travel trunks, it was both well-used and well-traveled. It was also asleep. A cacophony of sawing sounds rumbled through the tent flap, causing a passerby to sharply veer away. Rincewind stepped outside and stretched. He had a long day ahead of him. There were groceries to procure and clothes to reluctantly buy. He needed to get out of the camp and find an actual place to stay. The tent was all fine and dandy, but at the end of the day, it was on the breezy side and didn't offer leg room. He had to duck which meant his hat never stayed on his head when he had to stand. ]

[ No, he had to find a new residence. Somehow. But, food first. Rincewind picked a direction and strode. ]

[ The Luggage woke up. ]

2. The Residential District [Action]
[ Something was rocketing through the district. It was box-shaped. It was lost. The Luggage was looking for its master and its master wasn't here. At least, not anymore. It could tell that now, but the realization had dawned, passed through midday, and sunk back beneath the horizon of wooden indifference. The Luggage was doing something else. It knocked a trash can over. That, it decided, was fun! It knocked over another one and, because it could, trampled the spilled contents. An unsuspecting fungoos tried to flee the chaos, bounced, and found itself in a place that was square shaped, padded with folded clothes, and wooden. It would only be later that the unfortunate fungoos would realize it had been consumed by a box with teeth and ghostly legs. ]

[ The Luggage was here. ]

3. The Library [Action]
[ Libraries are quiet, this is a well-known fact spread throughout various cultures, times, and even dimensions. Libraries are always quiet...so why was this one... not? ]

[ The answer was trundling through the romance section like an elephant trying to tiptoe. Rows and rows of books fell like swooning women as The Luggage wade through countless aisles of squashy love stories. A few lucky specimens from the children's section had stolen a free ride atop the closed lid. Other, less fortunate fragments of literature presented themselves as loose pages plastered along The Luggage like tasteless bumper stickers. ]

4. Junes [Action]
[ It should be known that the natural pray of traveling cases are piles of neat, unsuspecting clothes, small dental kits shoved in baggies, and paperback books. It is the first item of this small list that has instigated the current display of utter chaos. Something evil had stomped its way through Junes. Evil, in this case, has a name: The Luggage. If a rude customer was a retail worker's worst nightmare, then The Luggage was a walking, box-shaped embodiment of retail hell: every phantom leg a potentiality of devastation. ]

[ Its current record consists of eight toppled shelves, scattered kitchenware (kettles, pots, spoons, and knives), a decimated door (it didn't stand a chance), and decapitating a mannequin. It was this very same mannequin that The Luggage now stood over, its head tumbling over the lip of the lid and cracking against the floor. The Luggage yawns, displaying several unmentionables caught between its teeth like colorful, breast-shaped broccoli. ]

5. A window of panic [Video]
[ The video flicks on to display an image of a man who's features might draw one's mind to recall the visage of a Rattata were it thirty-five years old, a flunked magus, and wore a hat that pronounced its inability to spell (in more ways than one). Rincewind looked harrowed. He gibbered, realized he was gibbering, and snapped his mouth shut. ]

[ He tried again ]

Er ... hallo. Has anyone seen my luggage? It ... er ... seems to have gone and wandered off.

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[ It lay among the strewn wreckage of a glass coffee table. It's feet stabbing the air as it meekly rocked back and forth on its curved lid. The Luggage wasn't going anywhere. Not to mention roughly 100 hit points of damage is, well, quite a lot. ]

[It's probably about that point that Rincewind's message goes through. And Yuuna replies with a video.

The Luggage was down...]

I am going to assume you mean this thing?

Oh.

[ That was the Luggage alright. Rincewind coughs. ]

That's..er...that's it. I suppose you didn't just, [ his lip quivers. If Rincewind's luck was as fantastic as he knew it was, the Luggage was doing a lot more than just lying around. It probably ate things. It had a tendency to do that. ] happen to find it?

No. You might want to get down to Junes.

[There's shouting in the background, and the sounds of thank yous.]

I'll...try and have things calmed down a bit by the time you get here.

[ drearily ] I don't reckon you could just send it back?

I'd actually like you to come pick it up.

[A beat.]

No, I'm not mad at you. But we need to talk about this, and I don't feel comfortable moving it without you around. It did try and eat Kuina.

Oh, I thought you'd say that.

[ He takes a deep, steadying breath. ]

I'm coming. Try not to let it eat anything else, okay?

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Don't worry, I won't.

[Whenever Rincewind arrives, he'll find Yuuna waiting at the entrance to the store, and a pair of young Dragons watching the Luggage warily.]

Okay, so...what is this thing?

[ Rincewind scurries through the growing crowd, shouldering his way past curious onlookers, until he's beside Yuuna. He, kind of, drinks the scene in slow wretched sips. There was, of course, all the debris closer towards the front of the store. And the door of course. It's the kind of slow, sinking horror that makes him want to crawl into his own skull and not have to face the looming consequences. His hands make a slow ascent to the brim of his hat and when they bring it down over his face, his whole body just, kind of, sags with it. ]

I told you. It's my Luggage. Gods, what am I going to do? I can't fix this.

[Yuuna moves over to the wizzard and pats him on the shoulder, offering him a somewhat sympathetic smile. She understands the freakout, and with a man as skittish as this involved? She can't really say she blames him. The crowd parts as she leads him to his trunk, patting him once.]

Hey, don't freak out. I mean, is it a Pokemon, first of all? Or...I mean, I've never seen a trunk with teeth just get up and run around.

[ He peeks from under his hat at his pokemon. It looked battered, but that wasn't unusual. The Luggage had been through a lot. It was the curious way it kicked its legs trying to right itself that elicited a sigh from the weary man. ]

I think it is. Can't remember what it's called, though. It's always been the Luggage.

[ He pulls his hat back up and drifts over to the wreckage. Rincewind watches its futile struggle for a few long minutes. He drew a bleak parallel. ]

It's a bit like life, isn't it? No matter how much you struggle, it doesn't make a difference.

Well either it's an entirely new species or there's something inside it.

[She taps her chin in thought, eyeing the thing and wishing she had Ryugazaki's gifts.]

You remember any of it's Types?

[And at the bleak, self defeating statement she lifts an eyebrow. That was oddly...Rincewind...she was beginning to understand, but that didn't make it any less stupid.]

And I am going to have to completely disagree there. Because I've struggled a lot, and I know I've made some differences.

It's electric. Don't know how. Never bothered to ask, if you have to know.

[ Rincewind sighs and pushes the Luggage back over. It steadies itself and stares at the failed magus. It moved next to him and drew its legs in. Rincewind, minding the pointy bit, sat down. He pulls his hat off and starts to nervously wring it. He gloomily adds, ] I suspect you're one of the lucky ones then.

...Electric, rides in things.

[Frown...]

Is it a Rotom?

[Yuuna focuses more attention on the mobile trunk and looks it up and down before reaching into her pouch and taking out a Hyper Potion and offering the bottle over to Rincewind.]

Use this on it, it'll make it feel better. I am sorry about the damage, but he was trying to eat me. [Adding:] And I don't know if it's luck or stubbornness.

Both, then. Call it a day. Anyways, Rotom sounds right. It started with an 'R'.

[ He casts an appraising look at the potion. ]

Are you sure? Don't those things cost money? [ Downtrodden, he adds: ] I can't be going around owing anything right now.

Don't worry about the potion. My Gourgeist just...brings them home.

[Seriously, he's a weirdo.]

As for this. Most of the actual damage was on Kuina and Kamui. Your...Luggage? Mostly just knocked over stuff. I've already footed the bill for the shelving they melted.

Melted? Gosh, at least I don't have to worry about that.

[ He finally accepts the offered potion. Rincewind stands and mists the surface of the old, battered trunk. The healing salve soaks into the wood grain and gives the Luggage an overall, healthier hue. Well, a less scorched one. He gestures to the potion he just used. ]

Thanks. I assume you still have all your limbs. On accounts of you not bleedin' or anything.

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I do, and nothing hurts, no. He smacked Kuina once, but she's...well...a walking shell, so she's fine.

[A shrug.]

You going to be alright? And...is that thing going to be alright?

Oh, I'm fine. Alive. That's all that matters. An' it's fine. I don't think the Luggage feels anything other than homicidal, hungry, or malignant.

[ The lid jostles. ]

Right. Or hurt. The mental kind like when you leave something home an' it feels all betrayed because you didn't bring it with you.

[ He turns his head to the Luggage. Its staring eyes were empty, but was there a sad, puppy look resonating from the keyhole? ]

Can't go around causing trouble. Honestly! What's gotten into you?

[She pats Rincewind on the shoulder one more time, and tosses a Pecha Berry down to the Luggage before turning away to let him lecture his pet monster in peace.]

If you need me, you know my number.

[ With a quick flick of its lid, The Luggage snatches the tossed berry. ]

[ Rincewind watches her leave. There were things he needed to consider, like how to persuade the Luggage from rampaging again. He knows it wont work, but if it'll keep himself in the clear, then it's worth a proper mulling over...back in the camp, of course. He'll have to look into this whole Rotom business too. See if that's got any answers for him. ]

[ He deflates. After his false-bravado ran its course, he's about ready to let his pent up panic run its own course, right out of the district. He nods. Good idea.]

[ He flees the scene with the Luggage romping after him. ]

Edited 2015-07-13 01:13 (UTC)

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