Episode Eight: Bird! Bird! Bird?

 

The silken room of plant-like lamps. Flamesoul approaches the alter. He smiles. “Krylancelo…no, Orphen.” Dark curtains sway, revealing a small valley of the plant-like lamps.

 

Flamesoul holds a box, while peering down at a bat in a clear box. “This time, I really want you dead.” He lets a small object drop in with the bat, it attaches to it. Quickly it mutates into a monster, while surrounded in a whirl of red and green light.

 

“Please help me to accomplish my desire for revenge.” He laughs as it mutates.

 

*~Episode Eight: Bird! Bird! Bird?~*

 

A town – it looks similar to the last one, unsure if it’s the same town. Cleao, and Licorice are walking through town, accompanied by Pamu and Leki.

 

“Is this really a good idea, Miss Cleao,” Asks Licorice, “letting you treat me to ice-cream?”

 

“No problem, no problem,” happily assures Cleao. “Because we’ve been shopping two days in a row. Such a small matter is nothing to worry about.”

 

Cleao glumly stops to check her back pocket. She gets it out, a yellow hanky and blushes, tapping her own cheek, and hands it to Licorice.

 

“Because I’m still an only child, since I was young I’ve always wanted to have an older sister. So Miss Cleao is like…” She blushes.

 

Cleao blushes again, “Actually it’s not that great.”

 

“Is that so?”

 

“Yes, yes, right.”

 

They turn to look at all the things they’ve bought, quite a large bundle of odd things in a big, wooden cart.

 

“Since we’ve bought so many things…”

 

“Hats; clothes; miscellaneous items,” affirms Licorice.

 

“This city really has a lot of interesting things to buy,” says Cleao.

 

Licorice wonders. “But I’m still thinking why are we buying these things?”

 

“Since buying things should be done on impulse,” Cleao gleefully replies. “And you only pay when the stuff is delivered. The problem is the money.” She opens her small black purse, which is empty. “Orphen’s wallet is getting thinner. What about you Licorice?”

 

Licorice half smiles and blushes, “Actually…” She shows her empty purse. “We have to apply for a loan quickly.”

 

“You’ve spent all the money?”

 

“I’ll apply for it later, so it should be ok.”

 

 

Outside the bank.

 

“How’s the situation?” Cleao asks Licorice.

 

“No problem, I’ve already contacted headquarters,” replies Licorice. “The money will arrive in a week.”

 

“Huh?”

 

Licorice widely smiles, “Yes, in a week!”

 

“In a week?”

 

“Yes!”

 

Cleao scratches her head in concern, “What are we going to do about the week till then?”

 

Licorice loses her smile, “Huh?” Her face goes red. “What are we going to do until then?”

 

“We have no choice but to borrow some from Majic.” Cleao folds her arms. “But he did say he didn’t have much money.”

 

Licorice folds her fingers, “I’ll think of something.”

 

“Huh?”

 

“My mood this time mad me overspend, so I have to bear responsibility too. I will figure something out regarding the money!”

 

“You said you’ll  think of something…?”

 

“My duty is to request Mr. Orphen to return with me to the Royal Public Service and Protection Knights, so during this time, I definitely cannot worry about money matters!”

 

Almost speechless, Cleao stares at her, “Licorice…”

 

“I’ll leave Pamu to you!” She raises Pamu to Cleao’s face. “And please do not mention ay of this to Mr. Orphen!”

 

“Huh, why not?”

 

Licorice bows her head, “I beg you, Cleao!”

 

“Errrm…”

 

“Thanks-you, Cleao!”

 

“Oh, Licorice! Hey!” She watches her run away down the street. “Licorice…”

 

 

A vendor’s shooting game. Orphen smirks; raising the gun at the prizes, he knocks a few off.

 

Majic laughs, clapping. “Master is only capable when facing this kind of thing.”

 

Orphen looks back, eyes narrowed, with a stress mark on his head. Majic holds up his hands defensively. Screen goes black.

 

 

Orphen frowns while walking.

 

“This city has too many things to play,” comments Majic, as he walks behind Orphen with the bags of prizes. His left eye is swollen. “You must be happy, Master.”

 

“Right?”

 

“Ah…”

 

Orphen stops, and faces him, “Because it’s so lively, I’m unable to settle down. When Cleao is back we’ll be leaving.”

 

“Ah, yes.”

 

 

Licorice is at a building’s construction site. She bows to the foreman. “Please.”

 

“Are you really able to do it, Miss?”

 

“Don’t worry,” smiles Licorice, “Don’t judge me by appearance, when it comes to hard work I have the utmost confidence.”

 

“Then help me move these stone pieces away.”

 

“Alright.”

 

She gets to work on the pile of bricks, as hard as she tugs, she can’t lift any. She bows to the foreman. “I lied.”

 

“I knew it.”

 

Cleao observes from behind a wall. “Licorice is too much, she’s really gone to work as a labourer. This is the fastest way to earn money.

 

The foreman points to a big metal stone pick in the ground, “Can you move this?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Try and carry it.”

 

“Alright.”

 

Licorice grabs the handle. She pulls with all her might, till it slips out of the ground. Losing balance, she swings it around the air, freaking out the foreman. It bashes him in the face, then his behind. It land in a brick wall, just about the foreman’s head.

 

Cleao sighs.

 

Licorice sadly walks away, as the angered foreman is held back by two workers. “Don’t, she’s only a young girl!”

 

Cleao watchers her walk away. “You don’t have to think your responsibility is that great. What do I do? But even if I go now, she won’t listen to my advice.”

 

Pamu curiously floats outside of a window. Cleao joins it. “What are you looking at, Pamu?” It’s a poster with a posing male-like figure. Cleao evilly smirks, raising a fist. “That’s it.”

 

 

At the motel, Orphen yawns, while sitting on a sofa chair. Majic stands near him, holding a platter with a jug and teacup. “Cleao is really slow.”

 

“Really, I don’t understand women,” scoffs Orphen. “They suddenly became good friends. What…this is our secret.”

 

The door flies open, curtesy of Cleao. “Is Orphen in?!”

 

“Cleao!” Gasps Majic.

 

“Too slow, where did you all run to?” Demands Orphen.

 

“Where’s Licorice?”

 

Cleao comes up behind Orphen. “Orphen, come with me.”

 

Orphen looks away, “What for? Oh right, have you seen my wallet?”

 

Cleao pulls a face, gasping.

 

Orphen evilly grins, “What is this, don’t tell me you…!”

 

Cleao bunches up her fists, “Anyway just come with me for a moment!”

 

“Don’t change the subject, Cleao! What have you done with my wallet?!”

 

“Stop nagging me and come with me!” She grabs his arm and begins to pull him toward the door.

 

“Hey, Cleao!” protests Orphen.

 

“Majic, you come too!”

 

“I have to go too?” Glumly says Majic, “I have a bad feeling.”

 

 

A stoneworker’s shop.

 

“What is the matter with this person?” Asks Orphen, as an old man places his hands all over his face. “I have to let this old man touch me for free…”

 

Cleao cutely watches.

 

The old man bobs down and pats Orphen’s bottom. Orphen shrieks. “Old man, what you want…ah?!”

 

“Not bad,” says the old man, handing Cleao a bag of money.

 

“We have a deal,” affirms Cleao.

 

“Cleao, you…!” Growls Orphen, as a bunch of buff men surround him. He blinks.

 

Cleao cutely waves, “Orphen, I still have some places I need to go. See you later!”

 

“Cleao, stop right there!”

 

Cleao runs away as she waves, “This is for Licorice, so work hard!”

 

“For her? What is going on?” Orphen wonders.

 

The old man appears in front of Orphen. “We have a deal. So your body is mine.”

 

Orphen blinks. “What?”

 

“Quickly strip.”

 

Orphen goes white in shock.

 

Majic also pulls a face. “I don’t believe this.”

 

The screen returns to the face of the stoneworker’s building.

 

“Stop!” Yells Orphen.

 

“Don’t use so much strength,” demands the men.

 

“Don’t touch me!” Yells Orphen.

 

“Why is it I too?” Yells Majic.

 

Cleao listens to his hollers. “Alright, Licorice doesn’t need to work like this. Leki!”

 

Leki barks, they both run away.

 

“Master!”

 

 

Pamu floats, watching Licorice from behind a stone wall.

 

Licorice walks out of a shop. “This place isn’t right either. This is the 20th. The world is a cruel place. But I won’t give up! Do your best, do your best, do your best!”

 

“Miss.” Comes a woman’s voice.

 

Licorice turns her head, “Yes?” She sees a green snake’s head.

 

“I think you should know the one who called you isn’t this kid.”

 

Licorice peers up, to see a smiling woman. The snake is wrapped around her shoulders. “Greetings.”

 

Pamu watches. A butterfly flies by. It opens its mouth wide, swallowing it. Making a face, it lets it go. Cleao appears. “Pamu, where is Licorice?”

 

They both gaze behind the wall, to see Licorice isn’t outside the shop anymore. “Don’t tell me you lost her! What if something happens to Licorice?”

 

Pamu pulls a sorrowful face. A butterfly goes by, it quickly gulps it, but lets it go. Cleao scrunches up her face.

 

“I…may not like it.”

 

 

At a zoo, a hippo yawns, and a lion growls. Licorice is led by the woman, who is a worker. “There’s sure a lot of animals, Miss Sherate.”

 

“It’s been tough because of a lack of help,” Explains Sherate. “You’re so lucky.”

 

“Yes.”

 

They stop at a big metal cage. “Then I’ll leave this child in your care.”

 

Licorice walks up to the cage, “Angel Bird?”

 

“It is a bird that brings good luck. It’s called Shochi.”

 

The cage inside is dark.

 

“Where is it?” Asks Licorice.

 

“Right over there.”

 

She sees a small black bird with red eyes. “So it’s a bird, how adorable!” She waves to it, “Shochi, come over here!”

 

Shochi walks toward her, revealing himself to be as giant as the cage.

 

“It’s…it’s big!”

 

“It isn’t a little kid. What I want you to do is give it a bath. It hates water, so it’ll be difficult. Best of luck.”

 

“Alright, don’t worry!”

 

She forces herself to smile at the big bird.

 

 

The stonework chips away at a block of rock. Orphen and Majic stand naked in a pose, their arms linked. The buff men all stand around them.

 

“Why is it even I have to…” cries Majic.

 

“Because you’re my student,” explains Orphen, “It’s a matter of fact that you accompany me.”

 

“I don’t want to be a student anymore!”

 

“No way!”

 

“Hey, no talking!” Screams the stoneworker.

 

“You’re too free, old man!” Yells Orphen.

 

The men inclose, panicking them.

 

 

Cleao hurries down the street with Pamu and Leki. Leki stops to sniff the air, and smiles.

 

“Stop that!” Says Cleao as she runs by. Leki follows.

 

“Licorice is too much, where has she run off to? I hope she hasn’t met up with anything dangerous.

 

Overhead, the monster bat flies by.

 

@~EYE-CATCHER~@

 

Breathing heavily, Licorice holds of a big saucer of water. She sets it down. “Shochi, it’s bath time! You’re a good bird, so you have to be clean!”

 

Shochi scoffs, and turns away.

 

“Shochi, time for your bath!”

 

He scoffs again.

 

“Shochi!”

 

He scoffs some more.

 

“Shochi…” She runs with the saucer toward him, he looks at her. “You…time for your bath!”

 

He walks away, as she chases him. “Stop right there! Wait! Shochi…!” Licorice trips over. Shochi walks up to her. “My heart is beating so fast it’s going to jump out…But I have to keep trying, for Mr. Orphen and Miss Cleao. For my duty.” She peers up, to see the big bird. “Shochi?”

 

Shochi lands a clawed foot on the edge of the saucer.

 

“Are you willing to take your bath now?” She asks with delight.

 

He sticks his tongue at her, and lets the saucer go up. The water pours onto the floor. Licorice takes the saucer, and shrieks. She weeps, “This is so infuriating.” Shochi happily sings to himself, moving his head from side to side.

 

“What, haven’t bathed yet?” Asks Sherate.

 

“Miss Sherate?”

 

“Everyone else has finished their work.”

 

Licorice bows. “I’m sorry, I will be fully responsible, and help it to bathe.”

 

“Then I’ll leave you to it. You have to finish bathing it quickly, and then feed it.”

 

“Feed…What does this bird eat?”

 

“Meat.”

 

Licorice gasps.

 

“Raw meat, its appetite is big. A whole cow is a simple matter to it.”

 

Worried, Licorice slowly turns around. “It’s…it’s a carnivore?”

 

“Yes, didn’t I tell you? Please forgive me.”

 

Licorice walks away, “I’m not doing it.”

 

“Don’t you want to earn the money?”

 

Licorice returns, “I’ll do it.”

 

“Then keep trying,” Sherate wanders away.

 

“Carnivore…” Licorice stares up in anxiety at the big black bird. “With a bog appetite…A whole cow is a simple matter to it…eat…”

 

Shochi looks down, and licks his beak. Licorice freaks. She shrieks, and runs back into the wall of the cage. “How scary!” She pulls on the door.

 

Shochi speeds toward her. She yells, ducking down. Wind sweeps her hair. She looks up to see the cage door open, and the menacing bird missing. “I’m saved…Ah, oh no!”

 

 

“Do you want it? Meat bun, red bean bun, do you want it?” Calls out Dortin. “It’s a delicious meat bun, do you want it? It’s delicious!”

 

Dortin stands at a table with a basket and fresh, steamy buns.

 

“Errm, it doesn’t smell too bad,” says Volcan, sitting behind the table, munching on a couple.

 

“Hey Big Brother, what are you eating?!”

 

“Eating? Of course the meat bun. Or did you think I was eating biscuits?”

 

Dortin bunches up his fists. “How can you eat what we are trying to sell? We’ll get scolded by Boss!”

 

“I understand, Dortin, then you go ahead and get scolded. You poor thing.”

 

“What do you mean?”

 

“Keep quiet Dortin! I can’t eat properly like this…eh.”

 

A big beak goes into the basket.

 

“Big Brother!” Gasps Dortin, looking at the beak. “You can’t eat that!

 

“Stop,” commands Volcan of the bird, “I said stop! How dare you eat my meat buns, unforgivable! Let me kill you by telling you old folktales!”

 

The red eye of the bird stares at Volcan. Volcan humbly presents a handful of buns, “Please, enjoy yourself. Otherwise, there’s his new product, this shark fin bun.”

 

“Big Brother…”

 

The bird turns his head.

 

“Shochi, stop running!” Calls out Licorice, racing up the path.

 

Shochi lifts his head, pulling down the bun stand. He exits. Licorice runs by, “Wait!”

 

Dortin turns to Volcan, “Big Brother, what do we do?”

 

Volcan is gathering buns into a sack. “What do we do? We run of course! Let’s quickly put the rest of the buns in the bag.”

 

A man walks up behind him. “What are you doing?”

 

Volcan goes blue.

 

“Boss!” Says Dortin.

 

“No, I’m just putting the buns in the bag. This way I can make three times as many buns,” explains Volcan. “This myth…have you heard it before?”

 

“Big Brother…the sky is really blue,” amazes Dortin, peering at the sky.

 

“How is that possible!” Scolds the boss. The sound of him beating Volcan up can be heard. The two brothers then soar through the sky as two twinkling lights.

 

 

Licorice is still running through the streets. “Where in the world has Shochi run to?” She spots the black butt of a big bird. “Ah, found you.”

 

She edges behind the wall, “Good, Shochi, I’ve caught…” Shochi raises his food, she runs into it, and bangs her head, then falls down. “Shochi…”

 

Licorice chases after him with a net “Stop right there! Wait!” The bird evades her.

 

She throws a lassoed rope.

 

She throws a boomerang.

 

Shochi gruffly laughs.

 

Licorice pulls on her plats. The boomerang clobbers her upside the head.

 

 

Two meat men finish packing some big ribs into a cart. “It’s finally ended.”

 

“I’m exhausted.”

 

A shadow descends on them. They peer up in fear, screaming.

 

 

A big lump on her forehead, and eyes dazed, Licorice lies on the ground. Gathering herself, she gasps. “Shochi!”

 

“Shochi? Shochi, where are you?!” Her vision is blurred, her glasses has fallen off when the boomerang his her head. “Shochi!”

 

A red headed woman appears in front of her, holding out her glasses. “Is this yours?”

 

Licorice looks down at them, taking them, “Yes.”

 

“Really, that’s great.”

 

Licorice stands up, “Thank-you so much.”

 

The woman turns around.

 

“I’m sorry, have you seen a bird? It’s nearby. It’s a big black bird.”

 

The red headed woman turns her head.

 

“Over there? Thank-you!”

 

Licorice leaves her. The woman watches her.

 

 

The meat men’s cart is in tatters. Licorice stands in front of it with the two butchers.

 

“It was a bird,” explains the younger butcher.

 

“Huh?”

 

“It’s a bird that I’ve never seen before. It ate up all the meat over here!”

 

“It must be Shochi…Can you tell me where that bird went?”

 

 

A dark train tunnel. Two glowing red eyes peer from a crevice.

 

 

The old stoneworker folds his arm, with a now dressed Orphen and Majic standing on either side. “Well, I’ve done it well, right.”

 

The stone statue is just of their linked arms!

 

“The goal was just those two hands?” Asks Majic.

 

“Old man, if it was only the hands there was no need to take off everything,” says Orphen.

 

“You totally do not have an understanding of art!” Barks the stoneworker.

 

Orphen makes a fist, “How dare you fool with us, damn it!”

 

Cleao walks through the door, “Orphen, Majic! Licorice is missing!”

 

They gasp.

 

 

A bird’s eye-view of the town.

 

“You said Licorice, for Master’s sake,” says Majic, “ran off to earn money?”

 

“Cleao, why didn’t you tell me?” Scolds Orphen.

 

“Why should I tell you!”

 

“This is not the time to argue!” Shouts Majic.

 

 

Licorice wanders into the tunnel. “Shochi! Shochi, where are you?! Shochi!”

 

 

“A man eating bird?” Says Majic.

 

“She’s really gone after that man-eating bird?” Demands Orphen.

 

“Yes,” replies the older butcher.

 

Cleao takes him by his scarf, “Where? Where did she head?!”

 

 

The bat monster opens its wings to Licorice as she cowers on the ground. It screeches as it descends on her. Out of nowhere, Shochi crashes into it.

 

Licorice gasps. “Sho…Shochi!”

 

The bat pushes him out of way, he skids along the floor.

 

“Shochi!”

 

The bat then goes for Licorice again.

 

“Grant me strength, Spinning Wind!” The bat is thrust away from her.

 

Orphen, Cleao and Majic race toward her.

 

“Mr. Orphen!”

 

“Licorice, are you hurt?” Frantically asks Cleao.

 

“Oh, Cleao,” smiles Licorice.

 

Orphen stops in front of the bat. “It’s another monster I’ve never seen before!”

 

The bat picks up wind, flying towards him.

 

Orphen begins to chants a spell. “Grant me strength, Light’s Unsheathed Blade!”

 

 

A plant-like lamp explodes.

 

Flamesoul holds a glass of red wine. “Damn it, I’ve lost again.” He snaps the glass.

 

 

The zoo.

 

“What, Shochi isn’t a carnivore?” Gasps Licorice.

 

“I was joking with you,” kindly says Sherate. “You’re just so gullible.”

 

“So I see.”

 

Licorice is hosing Shochi with water in his cage.

 

“Because Licorice has played with Shochi for one day, it likes Licorice very much,” Sherate explains to the gang. “This is the first time someone has cared for Shochi so much. All this hard work has finally paid off.”

 

Licorice is giggling to herself. She stops as she notices Shochi’s feathers turning pink. “So you’re actually pink in colour.”

 

 

Shochi and Sherate stand outside the zoo with Licorice, and company. She hands her a bag of money. “Good work.”

 

“Thank-you very much.”

 

“Plus with Orphen’s modelling job we should be able to survive for the next few days,” says Cleao.

 

Orphen glares at her, “I won’t just let this be.”

 

Cleao closes her eyes, “Don’t mention what’s in the past.”

 

Licorice looks up at Shochi, “Then Shochi…”

 

Shochi’s eyes are watering.

 

Licorice weeps, hugging his thick leg. “Take care, and you have to remember to bathe sometimes!”

 

Cleao nudges Orphen, “Say it once.”

 

“Huh?”

 

“Royal Service and Protection Knights. You can reject them when you reach there. Look at how hardworking Licorice is.”

 

Orphen frowns. “She did it voluntarily. Why must I go to that place anyway?”

 

Cleao folds her arms, looking away. “Licorice is such a poor thing. She’s worked so hard, and almost died. All this was for Orphen’s sake. You’re so hardhearted, it really is…” Cleao makes a face.

 

“Cold blooded.”

 

An arrow pelts at Orphen’s heart.

 

“Ungrateful.”

 

The arrow pelts twice.

 

“No conscious.”

 

It pelts again.

 

“I understand,” growls Orphen.

 

“Really?!” Exclaims Cleao.

 

“Master, then we will?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

Cleao beams, “Licorice!”

 

“Yes?”

 

“Can you take us to the Royal Public Service and Protection Knights headquarters?”

 

Licorice raises her eyebrows. “Huh?”

 

“Royal Public Service and Protection Knights headquarters.”

 

Licorice clasps her hands together, “Mr. Orphen!”

 

He now has his back turned away from them. “Yes, but I’m only promising to go there. I am going there merely to reject their offer.”

 

“Alright!”

 

 

Among the grasses of a windy field, the red headed woman (Esperanza) plays a piano, singing a haunting melody.

 

 

Transcript written by Samantha Hill, July 2003. Sorry for the delay folks, been a busy bee. I’ll have more done soon. With this one done, it means I have the first disk done, two more to go now! Remember to send me comments; I may go speedier if I know I have a public! ^^

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