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| Author: | Saaron |
| Summary: | The adventures of the Kajaro Trade Company continue, as they prepare for the party to end all parties! Oh, there's a dragon encounter at some point. |
| Rating: | T for Teen |
A day after the KTC team received cars, Oktavi skips towards the KTC HQ, humming happily, playing with her keys.
Mikzi lurks nearby, looking menacing. But that's just kind of her usual look.
Jixxi has found bubble gum somewhere. Maybe she conjured it. She blows a bubble and pops it as she gets to her car.
"Hi Mikzi!" Oktavi waves. "Did you enjoy your car?" She then turns to Jixxi. "Hi Jixxi! What about you? Did you enjoy the drive? Going for another round?"
Wikkit is doing some street preaching to passers-by, "Have your fortunes failed to bloom into vast riches? No matter how hard you work, you just never seem to get ahead? You need the blessings of the Glittering Light! Fortune without faith is foolishness!
"Yeah, the car's not bad," Jixxi says, smacking her gum. "Think I'll keep it."
Mikzi just shrugs.
"Wikkit! Hi!" Oktavi smiles. "You're converting people? Is it working?"
"Let me know if you need any miracles, to help with the grift," Jixxia says, grinning at Wikkit. "What the Light might not provide, a good illusion or two could."
Wikkit perks at Oktavi's greeting. "Fortune's blessings, sister!" She jangles a heavy coin purse. "Oh, it's workin' alright!"
Wikkit grins at Jixxi. "The Light provides all…including the occasional illusion from a friend." She winks.
"Nice!" Oktavi says, before Megs in marketing waves the four of them over.
"Hi Megs in marketing!" Oktavi says. "What's up?"
Mikzi just folds her arms and glares at Megs's copycat hairstyle and earrings.
Jixxi returns Wikkit's wink.
“How was the test drive?” Megs in marketing asks. “Great!” She doesn’t even wait for a response. “Okay, we’ve got to talk about your surprise party.”
"You want we should act surprised?" Mikzi says dryly.
"That'd be great, yeah!" Megs in marketing nods. "Make it a real spectacle! That'll be great for your image."
Mikzi practices her surprised face. It is difficult to tell from her regular face.
"Will you be providing a collection bowl? Or should I bring my own?" Wikkit takes out the small collection bowl she always carries.
Megs in marketing smiles. "Take as many as you need, High Priestess!"
“You're about to host the corporate party to end all corporate parties. My research suggests that if you're seen having a good time at the party your promotion quotient will skyrocket and explode!” Megs says, counting gold coins.
"So we gotta look like we're having a ball?" Jixxi considers. "Yeah, I can look like I'm havin' fun."
“So, with that in mind, might I suggest that you take your hot rod out for a spin and go pick up your friends around town?” Megs in marketing winks at them, but it’s hard to tell because she’s still counting.
Megs in marketing looks up from the bag of coins. “Just remember me on the way up when it all comes together and one of you is the new Trade Princess, okay?”
Oktavi tilts her head. "An advice on the friends to bring?"
“I mean, Ace, Gobber, and Izzy always do great at parties and they’d look great in your cars too!” Megs in marketing doesn’t even pause before proceeding. “DON’T bring Ash. We don’t want another ‘Ash incident’ ALSO, we don’t talk about Ash!”
Wikkit places one hand on her heart, the other toward the sky. "So it is written, 'They that celebrate great joys and imbibe great quantities of alcohol shall be most generous of spirit and of pocket.' Amen."
"I prefer driving alone," Mikzi says dryly. "You guys can fight over the radio with someone if you want." With that, she hops into her hotrod.
"Yeah, let's go! I'll go pick up… Izzy I guess!" Oktavi beams. "Who are you getting?" she looks at Wikkit and Jixxi.
"Yeah, no Ash, for sure," Jixxi nods. "He's a real Ash sometimes. I'll grab Gobber!"
"I call Ace!" Wikkit doesn't want to deal with Gobber.
Oktavi side-eyes Jixxi as she gets into her car.
Oktavi is driving semi-recklessly. Like she is taking risks, but they look perfectly controlled, and she strikes poses at the people she almost runs over.
Mikzi hits someone with her car and just keeps driving.
Wikkit is paying more attention to her sermon over the megaphone than the road. Eventually, her passenger just grabs the wheel in a panic and takes over driving.
Megs in marketing claps for them as they come back. “Well done, you all. You all look very good riding around in the hot rod. I'm sure you made quite an impression on the citizenry.”
"Of course, teehee!" Oktavi answers.
"I always look very good," Jixxi smirks. "I don't need a hot rod for that."
"I certainly have a sense of style people tend to imitate," Mikzi says, making steady eye contact with Megs.
"Our Lady of Prosperity makes a lasting impression on all who hear the good word."
"I mean," Megs in marketing plays with her hair she totally didn't copy, looking at Jixxi. "If you say so."
Oktavi. "It did leave an impression on my ears," Oktavi says. "Teehee!"
Jixxi raises her eyebrows. Was that an insult?
Megs in marketing points at the three friends. “Okay, you three make sure that you help them out today. They’ve got a lot of stuff to take care of before the party!”
Ace, Gobber, and Izzy salute.
Mikzi glances at Gobber and casually tries to stand a little bit taller.
“So, Coach Crosscheck, the leader of our fearless footbomb team, the Bilgewater Buccaneers, is looking for you,” Megs in marketing says. “He says that the division title against the Steamwheedle Sharks is on the line and that you're the only team that can bring it home for us!”
"Nice to have my skills appreciated," Mikzi says.
“Head west into town. You can't miss Kajaro Field!” Megs in marketing points east. “Footbomb stars… This is going to be great for your image.”
"Oh man, we will knock the steam out of those wheedlers," Jixxi says, punching a hand into her fist. "The Buccaneers are the best footbomb team."
"I'll try my best!" Oktavi says. "I won't even need to break a sweat, I bet!"
Wikkit mumbles, "Gotta remind those meathead players to thank the Glittering Light when they win."
“Oh!” Megs in marketing exclaims. “Before you go, I think Sassy was looking for you while you were out for a spin!”
"Always got a moment for Sassy," Jixxi nods. "Unless I'm busy."
"Sassyyyyy!" Oktavi says sweetly as she moves towards Sassy.
Wikkit extends her cupped hands to Sassy. "Fortune's blessings, sister."
Mikzi up-nods Sassy. "Sup Sass."
“Ah, you’re here! We need to send a message to several deadbeats. Of course, they're hiding out in Drudgetown, the scum. I know how you hate going into the slums, but what can we do?” Sassy rifles through some paperwork.
"Always got a coin for our High Priestess!" Sassy hands a coin to Wikkit. "Bring us fortune and gold, Lady of Prosperity!"
Wikkit smiles, curling her fingers around the coin. "Even the lowliest among us deserve to hear the gospel of prosperity. We shall bring the golden glow of the Light to the wretched masses!"
"What kind of message?" Jixxi asks. "Is this like, a message they shouldn't recover from?"
"Lemme handle it," says Mizki. "I am what you might call intimately familiarized with the area."
“I have all of the names right here,” Sassy gives the paper to Mikzi. “A little 'personal visit'. A couple of strategic beatdowns would send a message to the other debtors AND your competition. You are not goblins to be trifled with!”
"You got it." Mikzi gives Sass finger-guns.
"Let's go together! That'll be easy, teehee!" Oktavi clasp her hands together and rests her cheek on them."
"Just a beatdown then, sounds good," Jixxi nods. "Though really, I could do more creative things with magic, you know."
"Ace, Izzy, Gobber, you three make sure you tag along with them and help them take care of those deadbeats!" Sassy adds. "The more the merrier!"
"No need to get your cheeks dirty, sweet-hands," Mikzi says. "Just follow my lead and I'll take care of it."
"Okay!" Oktavi takes the paper from Mikzi hands. "You can't read and beat up those people! Leave some for the others, teehee!"
“Babe!” Candy wraps her arms around Mikzi’s neck.
“Wassup, baby? You ready for the party?” Chip upnods her.
"I was born ready," says Mikzi, barely acknowledging Candy's affection.
“Awww!” Candy smiles awkwardly, her nose wrinkled. “You know we looove, you right?”
"Shut up baby, I know it," says Mikzi.
“I don't know how to say this, but check it…” He doesn’t seem to search for his words much. “I think you need to swing into town to buy a new outfit for the party. Your colleagues, too.”
Candy Cane approves.
"What’s wrong with my current dress?" Oktavi looks genuinely distraught.
Mikzi looks down at her leathers. Looks back up. Shrugs.
"Oh, yeah, I mean, I've been wearing this getup for hours," Jixxi nods. "I wouldn't show up to a party in something so stale."
“Don't look at us like that…” Candy caresses Mikzi’s chin with her finger. “you want to look your best, right?”
“You want to look gooood, right?” Chip asks. “Don't you want to look super fine for us? Like reaaally fine?”
"Fine, fine, cool your jets, I'll handle it," says Mikzi.
Oktavi turns to Jixxi, since they're not answering. "What's wrong with my dress?!"
“We’re your partners after all! We want what’s best for you!” Candy smiles.
Wikkit just gently adjusts her immaculate vestments.
"You're a doll," says Mikzi, and gives Candy a little swat on the tush.
"Oh, it's fine, probably," Jixxi says dismissively. "I mean, I think you're going for that look, so who'm I to judge?"
Oktavi stares at her dress, visibly distraught still.
“Swing by the bank first and pull out plenty of macaroons,” Chip says.
“And don't buy any of that cheap clothing you usually like to wear, got it?” Candy adds.
"Arright, arright, I get the message," says Mikzi flatly.
“Yeah, this party’s important!” Chip nods. “You too, hot colleagues of our girlfriend.”
Mikzi eyes Chip at 'hot'
Wikkit presents her cupped hands to Chip and Candy, “Generosity is just ambition with style."
"Only the best," Jixxi nods. "I'm going for some Dolce & Gobblana, myself."
"Sorry," Chip says. "I left my gold in my shirt and as you can see, I'm shirtless."
Mikzi snorts and high-fours him.
"And I left mine in my bra!, and… you know…" Candy goes for a 'oops' gesture.
Jixxi snorts. "For goblins, you sure are loose with your money."
Wikkit gives the two a judgemental sigh. “A miser builds walls; a believer builds bridges—and gold loves a road well-traveled.”
"We don't need to worry about our gold!" Candy says. "We've got our baby," Chip says, winking at Mikzi.
"Okay, first stop: the slums. We need to make sure these people won’t ruin our other events, and I don’t want blood on my new, amazingly cute clothes," Oktavi shakes her head, still not okay from the previous comments about her clothes.
"All right hotties," Mikzi says. "I'll see your fine abdominals and pectorals and such later." She blows a single kiss and kind of waves it toward both of them in a sweeping arc.
Oktavi gets in her car, not talking to the others. HER IMAGE.
Oktavi drives off the road while she looks at the list.
Jixxi narrowly misses a few goblins. She's a great driver.
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Mikzi takes an alternate route and ends up stuck behind frikkin Gallywix.
Gallywix suddenly slows down. Did Mikzi need to go somewhere? Oops.
Mikzi does a death defying swerve around him.
"Hey! Watch the paint!" He says as Mikzi drives past him.
"Ugh, sorry," she says when she arrives. "Got stuck behind you-know-who."
"It's okay! Everyone's here now!" Oktavi smiles.
“Bruno Flameretardant, you owe us,” Oktavi says sweetly at their first target.
She spots Bruno and rolls up her sleeves. "I think it's time for a little motivational speech," she says.
“I- I was just coming to see you. Honest!” answers Bruno.
Wikkit sighs, shaking her head. “You cannot hoard your way to greatness, brother—prosperity is meant to move!”
Jixxi starts casually tossing fire from one hand to the other.
"I got a little somebody comin' to see you," says Mikzi. "Two somebodys, in fact." She raises her fists.
Jixxi overhand tosses the fire at Bruno like a footbomb.
“Darn… you got me,” Bruno says. “I’ll pay, I’ll pay!”
Oktavi didn't fight. She's looking at her list for their next visit.
"Thank you for your timely crapitulation," Mikzi says, and then looks around for the others. She does indeed seem intimately familiarized with the area.
“You, Sudsy Magee! How’s making Kaja’cola knockoffs going for you? And without giving us a little fee?” Oktavi says joyfully.
"Sounds like something that might get you burned sooner or later," Jixxi says with an impish smile.
"You want Jixxi here should burninate you?" Mikzi says. "Or maybe we could settle this financially like."
“H- hey! Leave me alone, I’m just tryin’ to run a business here!” Sudsy exclaims, grabbing his staff.
"Here we go," says Mikzi when he grabs the staff. Violence ensues.
"Go for the face!" Izzy exclaims.
“Not the face, not the face!” Sassy says, covering his face as if his hands could protect him from the flame. “You’ll get your money!”
Mikzi does.
Mikzi is almost disappointed when he crapitulates(sic).
Jixxi does not burn him this time. The threat was enough.
"You, Jack the Hammer! Stand down." Oktavi shouts.
Jack grunts something about the hammer being his weapon… you think.
Oktavi attacks him.
Mikzi blinks in surprise at Oktavi.
He gives up, clearly beaten.
"Nice," Mikzi deadpans.
“He wasn’t on the list, but he still needed to be taught a lesson!” Oktavi cheers.
"Next vict- target!"
“That’s a nice workshop you got there, Frankie! It’d be a shame if someone were to rob you.” Oktavi slams one of the woman’s tools onto the floor.
Wikkit smiles sweetly. "There's more than one way to encourage donations!"
Mikzi nods approvingly.
"Oh no, you didn’t!" Frankie throws herself at Oktavi.
"Disassemble her, girls," says Mikzi.
Jixxi tries to dissassemble her with fire.
Oktavi is pulling on Frankie's hair.
"Excellent!" Wikkit beams. "The Glittering Light blesses you this day."
Frankie is defeated.
“Fine, fine… I’ll pay my protection moolah to your goons!” Frankie shakes her head and glares at the group.
"Better we should disasemble your enemies,yeah?" says Mikzi as she turns to go.
“Awww, thank you! You won’t regret getting top-notch security services like ours!” Oktavi winks.
"And done! That's the whole list!" she smiles.
"To the bank, then?" Wikkit asks.
"Yeah, ready to glitz and glamour it up," Jixxi nods.
“To the bank, yay!” Oktavi cheers again.
Oktavi drives into the building with her car, slamming it into several people in line.
"Ugh, lines," Jixxi says, elbowing her way to the front.
"Excuse us, thank you so much. Church business!" Wikkit walks right to the front.
“Oh, it's you, girls! Sorry, I didn't recognize you at first with all of these commoners milling about,” the bank teller says.
Mikzi doesn' teven make an excuse for pushing her way in.
“Hey look, it's them!” A citizen says. “I bet they’re loaded. I hear that they’re going after the Trade Prince's job!”
“You people cool your heels! Our next Trade Princes and or Princesses is here!” The bank teller claps.
Jixxi shoves the commoner at the front desk out of the way. "Yeah, yeah, cool your heels till we have what we want."
Mikzi looks down at herself. "Yeah, I guess I do give kind of an and/or vibe, don't I."
"We need money, sir!" Oktavi strikes a cute pose.
“Here are your macaroons,” the banker gives them each a huge bag of money. “Come back anytime if you need more.”
"Trust me, I won't hesitate," Jixxi grins.
Wikkit accepts the sack, praising the teller, “Every coin given in faith returns tenfold in time.”
“Thanks, we really need to look our best tonight,” Oktavi beams.
As usual, Mikzi rolls her eyes at Wikket's words.
“You don't say! There's quite a buzz surrounding your party. Everyone who's anyone on the island is going to be there,” the banker says. “Well, happy shopping. Swindle Street has some of the best bargains anywhere!”
“Bargains, hm? Nice!” Oktavi exclaims. “That’s good for your Lady of prosperity, right Wikkit?”
Wikkit nods to Oktavi. "A bargain encourages the flow of wealth, and gold in motion is gold multiplied!"
"The banker said next, right? It's my turn, right?" Asks a citizen. He tries to walk past Mikzi.
"Let's get the shopping over with," Mizki says. "My partners are gonna whine until I get some duds."
Oktavi giggles.
She also casually elbows that guy in the face.
"I know just where to get our clothes!" Oktavi says, driving there.
“Szabo! We need new hip outfits! For tonight. Like, right now.” Oktavi giggles.
Jixxi eyes Szabo skeptically.
“Look what I have to work with. Szabo can perform miracles?” Szabo says.
"If you value your reputation, you do," says Mikzi.
"You better, because I know other clothiers," Jixxi says, checking her nails.
"We come to see you work your magic," Wikkit says, "So my entire flock will know what miracles you can perform."
Szabo sighs.
“Yes, yes. Szabo thinks he can do something with you,” Szabo rolls his eyes.
Szabo enters his store for a moment. The noises of several sewing machines being used furiously can be heard from inside. He emerges, triumphant.
“Oh, just look at what Szabo has done. A masterpiece!” Szabo flips his very short hair to the side. “You are not worthy of such outfits, but Szabo needs the money.” He sighs.
Mikzi makes a flappy chatty hand behind Szabo's back.
"Oh, nonsense, I am so worthy," Jixxi says, forking over the macaroons.
Wikkit preaches, “You are worth what you dare to ask for—so ask for more.”
"Amen!" Oktavi says.
Szabo shakes his head, goes back inside and slams the door.
"Next, we've got to get some shades!" Oktavi says.
A few houses down the road, a man calls out to them. “Yo! You look like people of discerning tastes. Can I do something for you? I’ve got the best bling in town!”
Mikzi holds the point of a dagger very near his stock of inflatable seahorses, perhaps to motivate him, price-wise.
"Oh, yeah, I could use some bling," Jixxi nods. "You can never have enough bling."
Wikkit squeals excitedly! "Oh, bling! Gold is the Light of the universe given form. We must wear it proudly!"
"Here, here! At a discount!" He looks at them all in worry.
Mikzi smiles and stops threatening the innocent inflatable horsie.
"Discount? Now you're speaking my language," Jixxi grins.
"Blessings on your fortunes, brother. Your generosity is a sign of your faith." Wikkit winks at Gappy.
“That bling is phat like the beat your radio’s playing right now!” The vendor says. “No returns, even if your skin starts turning purple around it!”
"Nice! Now the shades! Follow me!"
Oktavi says.
Jixxi follows.
“Missa, it’s good to see yous!” Oktavi calls out to a vendor on the street. “What do yous have in store today?”
Mikzi eyes the selection. "Now THIS is what I'm talkin about."
“I gots all kinds of brands of shades. Yous name it, I sell it!” Missa says.
“We needs some cool shades. What will two stacks of macaroons per person gets us?” Oktavi winks.
"I need somethin that's gonna make me look all mysterious like," says Mikzi. "Like, a real woman of mystery kind of vibation."
Wikkit nods. "The future's so bright, we gotta wear shades!"
"And I want something that'll make me look super hot," Jixxi adds. "Like, blazing inferno hot. If there's little flames on the frames, that'd be tops."
"I gots just what yous need!" Missa exclaims. She starts painting flames on a pair of glasses with lead paint.
“Here yous go. My best pairs and I’m giving them to ya cheap! Yous gonna look sharp in them!” Missa smiles genuinely towards them. There’s even a gold coin stuck to Wikkit’s glasses!
Jixxi nods approvingly.
Wikkit will gently bites the gold coin to test it when Missa isn't looking.
“Love yous, Missa!” Oktavi sends her a kiss.
Wikkit's coin is legit! It's a legit silver coin, with a unique, impressive paint job! Those are rare!
Wikkit will have to come back later to give Missa a proper lesson in generosity.
"Okay. Now’s the time! Let’s get to that Footbomb match!" Oktavi claps excitedly.
Coach Crosscheck holds his head in his hands, shaking. “No team’s ever come back from this far behind!”
"Oh no, we are not gonna lose to those sharks," Jixxi says. "Even if I have to kill them myself."
"Does the team need a motivational sermon, Coach?"
“There you are!” he exclaims, seeing the KTC girls. “Quick, there's no time to waste! We need to get one of these shredders back in working order.”
"No motivational sermon! We need a whole new team!" Coach exclaims in tears.
"Oh, yeah, I guess that's easier than murder," Jixxi nods.
“I'm bringing you all off the bench… you're going to win the game and the title for us!”
"Nice," says Mikzi.
“My guys are all on the injured roster! Our shredders are all kaput! The ref is about to call the game!” Crosscheck cries. “It's down to the wire and I need you!!!”
"We are playing?" Wikkit blinks, clearly unprepared for that.
Wikkit grimaces. "I have a bet on this game…." She sighs. "Very well, Coach. Put us in."
"Oh really?" Jixxi brightens. "I always wondered what it'd be like to be a sports superstar. I've never actually played professional footbomb, but I'm sure I'll be a natural."
Wikkit grins at Jixxi's enthusiasm.
"Yes, you! You want to be trade Princess, right?" He points at Wikkit specifically. You. Trade Princess.
“Let's get these shredders in working condition. There are replacement parts all over Bilgewater Port. Any green-blooded Kezanian will gladly let you have them if there's a chance that the Buccaneers will win,” Crosscheck says, wiping away his sweat.
"Me? Oh no." Wikkit waves her hands in a 'heck no' gesture. "I have my flock to tend to. But one of these fine ladies, whom I advise, would make a fine Trade Princess!"
"We'll show those no-good Steamwheedle Sharks how to play footbomb!"
"Fel yeah," says Mikzi.
“Go, Bilgewater Buccaneers, go! We’re on it!” Oktavi smiles brightly at the coach, striking a cute, cheerleading pose.
Jixxi strikes a muscle-pose. She does not really have big muscles.
“Okay, okay, You gotta hurry, kid. We gotta get you into the game. But first, we gotta get the parts for those shredders!” Coach says.
"Spread out and get the repair parts!" Coach says.
"Shredder part?" Wikkit sighs. "I don't know much about fixing shredders."
"Just get any metal pipe you find and meet us back at the field!" Oktavi says from her car's radio.
"I'm a mechanic," says Mikzi. "I'm sure I can figure it out."
Wikkit smiles and gives Mikzi a thumbs-up!
The group comes back with shredder parts.
“That's my team! Now to get one of these useless hunks of metal in working order and you into the game!” Coach goes to repair the shredders. “Little help here?” He calls out to Jixxi.
"Yeah, sure, as long as it won't break my nails," Jixxi says, heading over.
Mikzi occupies herself by making threatening gestures at the Steamwheedle fans.
He's definitely not just repairing the shredders. He puts a hand on his lips to tell Jixxi to keep it a secret. He goes back to the group after they're done.
“We're down to our last shredders. While no one was looking, I loaded them up with, shall we say, modified footbombs,” Coach slams his fist into his hand.
“I need most of you to play defense, while the other gets into that one shredder and give 'em heck!”
Jixxi nods seriously. "It wouldn't be an authentic goblin game if we didn't cheat our pants off."
“Teehee, sounds fun, but I…” She puts a stretched hand under her chin, palm down. “am much better suited to cheer on you while you win us that match! I’ll play defense!”
"I like destroying things," Jixxi says with a grin. "I think I've got a lot of heck to give out."
"Oh yeah, I'll play some 'defense,'" says Mikzi, smacking her fist into her palm.
Oktavi cheers for Jixxi as they get into their shredders.
Jixxi laughs maniacally, launching modified footbomb after footbomb into the opponent’s faces.
“You did it, kid!” Coach exclaims. “It's all up to you. You demolished the Steamwheedle Sharks, so now all that's left to do is to kick the winning goal.”
“Now, just between you all and me, I think we should do this one right. I don't want you to just kick a goal… I want you to kick it so far it sails between the two smokestacks behind the goal!” Coach looks over at the mountain.
"You've got this, Jixxi!" Wikkit cheers. "Just think of all the endorsements this could lead to!"
"Oh man, yeah, that would be wicked," Jixxi smiles excitedly. "I'm gonna be on all the sports posters."
"We need those, Jixxi!" Oktavi says, cheering her on with cheerleading moves.
“I've modified the footbombs on that shredder to give you the extra power that you'll need,” he says. “Make us proud!”
Jixxi sends the footbomb arcing off in the air, into the distance.
It seems to hit the mountain!
Mikzi cheers!!
Deathwing flies into frame toward Mount Kajaro!
Mikzi… stops cheering.
Deathwing yells. “The sun has set on this mortal world, fools. Make peace with your end, for the hour of twilight falls!”
Jixxi stares up, uncomprehending. Deathwing wasn't on the brochure for today.
Wikkit's jaw drops. This wasn't supposed to happen.
Deathwing attacks Mount Kajaro, setting it alight, then circles back around to the field before flying out of frame.
"Was that like, some kind of dragon?" Jixxi blinks, getting out another piece of gum.
Oktavi grabs Wikkit by the sleeve. "That Lady of Prosperity of yours has to do something about that!"
"Wha-…?" Wikkit fails to mention that she is the Lady of Prosperity. "Hey, I teach people how to deal with financiers, not dragons!"
Ace asks. “What was that thing, toots?”
Izzy speaks. “Why's the ground shaking?”
Doesn’t matter. We won! We did it! Now everyone, smile. Smile! Oktavi claps cheerfully, throwing a few swift glances in the dragon’s direction.
Mikzi seems remarkably calm. Grim, but calm.
“Uh… yeah, you did it. You REALLY did it! We won the game and…” Coach says, looking in the dragon’s direction. “DID YOU SEE THAT DRAGON?!!!”
"Bit hard ta miss," Mikzi deadpans.
“Yeah, so what? Should be so impressed by a big lizard? We won the game!” Oktavi says, still clapping.
"It set a mountain on fire," Mikzi says flatly.
"Our mountain," she adds.
“You got the juice. That's for sure! Too bad that dragon had to come and ruin everything,” Coach says.
“I want to celebrate with you, real want to, but it feels like that dragon did a number on ol' Mount Kajaro. I… uh… I think I'm gonna grab my stuff and get on the first ship leaving the island!” he adds.
"Mountains fire sometimes, right?" Jixxi smacks her gum. "That's like, a volcano thing? Think we could sell tickets to watch it? Uh… is it that dangerous?"
Mikzi shrugs. "Well, the four of us aren't on fire yet, so. I guess no need to panic."
Oktavi nods, still cheering in the middle of the panic.
“Anyways, you should probably head back to headquarters and let Sassy know that you won the Footbomb title for us. I'm sure she'll also want to know about the dragon and Mount Kajaro,” Coach says.
"Uh…everyone stay calm! This is a moment of celebration!" Wikkit then lowers her voice, "We gotta get our loot and squeeze everything we can outta these rubes before we make tracks."
“Good luck!” he pulls out a full suitcase from the barrel he’s been standing on and disappears leaving a cloud of dust behind him. Must be his version of the blink spell.
Jixxi is starting to get the seriousness of the situation. The sports star posters may have to wait.
Mikzi still appears calm, but she always does.
Oktavi smiles and pushes the other three to the side. "Let's go. Sassy will know what to do. And all my stuff's near the HQ anyway."
"Arright," says Mikzi nonchalantly.