Orphen stops in a dark, shelly cave. “Stop, stop!” Belts fly at him. Before he knows it, he’s tied to a chair. “What…wah!” He struggles to break free.
A blue light flashes in front of him, to produce a smiling Licorice. “I’ve caught you.”
“Don’t be like that…Licorice.”
“You’ve got no standards, Mr. Orphen. How can a sorcerer for the Royal Service and Protection Knights be so suspicious of a person’s character? Do you think that is right?”
“What are you talking about?” He demands.
Licorice sighs, “I’ve no choice. You better learn from Miss Cleao.”
As she points, Leki, Cleao, Majic and Pamu appear in a spotlight. They each turn their faces, beaming a smile, with Flamesoul haircuts. Orphen draws back.
Gleefully, Licorice pulls out a big set of scissors. “Come, be mentally prepared, Mr. Orphen!”
“No…nooooooooooo!”
A loud crash near a bunk bed; Orphen sits up, rubbing his face. “Why did I have to have such a dream?”
“Good morning, Master,” greets Majic, while brushing his teeth. “Your hair is really long!” Orphen’s hair is all sticking up. “It’s time for a hair cut.”
Orphen glares, and hits his apprentice.
The door slowly opens. “Good morning, Mr. Orphen.”
Majic is tied up in the room by his legs and arms. He smiles at the woman. “Why?”
*~Episode Nine: The Lady of Sound~*
We enter the silken room of plant-like lamps that hold glowing red orbs once again. Flamesoul sits in the centre on a silken-laid bench, as he holds out a glass of red wine.
“A new age of magic shall start here, let me be the pioneer of this new age. I will stand as the pinnacle of all magic users. Yes! I have every right to stand at the pinnacle; an intelligence that will not lose to anyone, power of the Tower of Fang. Nobody can stop me. Yes, it’s not possible for me to be stopped.”
Suddenly angered, he smashes his glass in the aisle leading up to the bench. “But this…why?” Weeping, Flamesoul kneels to the ground. “Why can’t it be as I wish? Why…does everything betray me? Tell me…”
He turns his head to a drawn sheet. Light beams down on a table, where a photograph of he and Flameheart stands. “Tell me…Big Brother…”
A quiet town; suddenly we hear Orphen scream in rage. He tears a book in half as he half stands on a long coffee table in their inn. “How long does she want me to wait?!” He throws one half of the book at Majic’s face.
“Licorice will back soon,” says Cleao, resting her face on one hand. “She only went to the post office to send a report back to headquarters.”
“Really! I didn’t agree to go because I liked it.”
“What are you saying?! I’ve already told Licorice…”
“I’ll go. I’m going just to reject their offer. Whether I go or not it’s the same.”
Cleao glares at Orphen, “Heartless man, making use of Licorice’s money, feasting continuously! If Orphen doesn’t go she’ll definitely be fired by the Knights, fired!”
Orphen turns his head to her and closes his eyes, “Fired for having failed her job, it’s to be expected.”
“Even though it’s so, but isn’t she to be pitied? You should feel something now that she’s a friend.”
“So, I don’t.”
Leki wakes up; pleased to see the door open. In walks a chubby, happy woman, carrying a tray with tea and cakes. “The prepared tea is here. If there’s still time before you leave, please enjoy!”
Majic leaps to the table to help her, “Thank-you!”
“Mrs. Ericasi,” begins Cleao.
“Yes?”
“What I really mind is…” she points to a stone statue of an athlete running. “What is that?”
“It’s the statue of Roy Lijam,” Ericasi explains, “It’s my dead husband.”
“Was he a sportsman?” Inquires Majic.
Orphen begins to eat some cake.
“He was a very famous marathoner. He won lots of competitions. This was made in his honour after he became famous.”
[Ericasi has a flashback of her husband running through
town.
Roy runs into the valley, where he is met by a slimmer version of Ericasi, who is holding a picnic basket. They then have a picnic under a tree.
“Marathons are good,” Royal tells Ericasi, “because you can be like the wind.”
“Be like…the wind?” Asks Ericasi.
“Yes, wind. Men can be like the wind. I’ll teach you next time.”
“We’ll run together,” she says.]
“But I’m pretty retarded
when it comes to sports,” explains Ericasi with a giggle, “in the end I never
did keep that promise.”
“It was like this?” Asks
Cleao. Suddenly she frowns, as Orphen reaches for her piece of cake. Cleao
stabs her fork in front of the cake.
“Leki.”
Leki cutely mews.
From a distance in town, a
green explosion can be seen erupting from the inn they’re staying at.
Licorice and Pamu race
from the post office. “Oh no, we’re late! Because there were a lot of people at
the post office!”
She runs into Volcan, who
is wearing glasses.
“Ouch…” Licorice sits up,
her face scratched and glasses not on. Pamu floats in front of her. She
realises her glasses aren’t on, and begins to search the ground. “Glasses?”
“Big Brother, take care,”
says Dortin, as he helps Volcan.
Licorice jumps to her
feet, and bows to the brother. “I’m sorry! Because I was hurrying!”
“It’s ok, since this is
our first time meeting,” assures Volcan. “It’s because I was daydreaming….” He
tries to rise, but coughs, holding his heart, falling to his knees.
Licorice reaches out to
him, “Please be careful!”
“Ah, why!” Cries out
Dortin, on bended knee. “Why did it have to be like this? God, what did we do
wrong?”
“Stop talking, brother.”
Volcan stands on his feet. “In this world, only the poor are at fault!”
“Why is that?” Wonders
Licorice.
Her vision of them is
blurred thanks to her glasses not being on.
“When Big Brother was in
Maxima Julia, you’re skill as a hunter was the best,” says Dortin. “But last
month, I have no idea why you were fired.”
“Since then we’ve been
having bad luck…”
Chibi-Volcan works, as a
chef while Chibi-Dortin is a waiter. “Starting a restaurant; a fire started in
the kitchen.” Flame engulfs them, leaving them charred. “And the shop was burnt
to the ground.
Chibi-Volcan merrily sits
at a desk as Chibi-Dortin dusts a shelf of books. “Opened a bookshop, a fire
started from the side.” Flame engulfs them, leaving their charred and less
happy. “And once again everything was burnt to the ground.”
Wind sweeps leafless trees
in a snowy landscape. “And if we return to our hometown, Maxima Julia, it would
probably burn to the ground. My old home had been burnt to the ground too. I’ve
totally lost all confidence!” Dortin and Volcan trudge through the snow. “And
we started a journey to find it. But…there’s food poisoning, a ghost cut,
numbness in my arm, and chills in autumn! Cut by a knife with continuous
bleeding! Evening crying at night has become worse!” The brothers stand in
front a small wrecked home. “And since we started this journey to find myself I
went back, and my parents had run away from home!”
Licorice weeps, listening
to Volcan’s tale.
Dortin pops up, holding up
a steel fox trap. “Like this monster catching machine? Like this monster
catching machine? If someone buys it, maybe my life would start over again!”
Volcan tears up, holding
out something else, “The customers who are here, will have a monster catching
machine as a gift, and it will be lucky good luck charm…flowery bowls…flowery
vases…this, that, can also become gifts!” Many things appear on the screen,
including a white handkerchief with black runes marked on it.
Licorice weeps behind the
items. Her hand reaches under Pamu to receive her purse, she hands it to
Volcan.
Licorice now stands in
front of Orphen with the items.
“To make us wait so long,
you happily went shopping?” Scolds Orphen.
“I apologize, but I wanted
to help them…”
“What help?!” Screams
Orphen, from the other side of the coffee table, “You’ve bought rubbish! Why
did you exchange your purse for such rubbish?” He grabs a metal wheel thing
from the heap. “And how do you use this monster catching machine? It’s totally
useless – useless!”
“No such thing,” implores
Licorice, “I’m sure there’ll be a use for it one day!” Licorice takes a metal
wheel thing from the heap and holds it to her chest, “Ah, it only we had a
monster catching machine now!”
Cleao sits a wind-up toy
on the table, after a few seconds of going, it breaks.
Arms folds, Orphen notices
the rune handkerchief. “This, don’t tell me…” He reaches for it.
Ericasi takes it, “This is
homer cloth!”
“Stop! Don’t touch that
thing!”
The runes glow a bright
green. The inn explodes. Out runs Ericasi. As fast as lightning, picking up
dust. “Arrrreeeeeeeee!”
Cleao, Orphen and Majic
stand outside the inn.
“What…what, what’s going
on?” Wonders Cleao.
Esperanza sits on a roof,
observing them.
Flamesoul peers at the
picture of he and Flameheart. “See this, Big Brother.” He stands at an altar
with a box, holding a small mechanical oval, which glows bright green. “It’s
beautiful, right? This is life. Yes, it’s a life that only belongs to me!
Strength, wildness, and loyalty are what can supersede all life on this world.”
A fox looks up at him from
the clear box on the altar. “Born for me, die for me. Yes, while I was in the
Tower of Fang, this was my faithful servant.”
He drops the device onto
the small fox. “Come! Be born!” The fox mutates in a flux of red and green
light. “The destroyer that is hidden within! Big Brother, how is it? Isn’t it
incredible, Big Brother!”
@~EYE-CATCHER~@
A quiet town with a huge
tusk-like object sticking out; this is a different town to the one Orphen is
currently at I assume. A small meeting is currently held in a lavish motel.
“This is the result of the
investigation,” says Hartia.
Eris pours tea, “So
there’s been no proof of the creature’s existence, yes?”
“Don’t you feel that is
unusual, Hartia?” Asks Lai, as he sits in a leather chair, arms folded. “No
matter what, for all these cases to be able to produce these creatures in such
quantity.”
Hartia looks at some
notes. “Yes, Lai. To produce so haphazardly. It’s never happened before.”
Tish stands in front of a
table near them, “No matter what, good work, Hartia, Eris. If possible I want
both of you to investigate.”
“I don’t mind,” replies
Hartia.
“I have a lead,” Tish
informs him, “Lai, something has been happening lately, right?”
“I think a new ruin has
been discovered,” explains Lai, “it appears to be a dark magic user like
Krylancelo.”
“Krylancelo?” Wonders Hartia,
“Wait, that lifeform hasn’t been determined…” he picks up some sheets of
papers.
“Yes, it’s this matter,”
says Tish, “these monsters are chasing my brother (note: Orphen isn’t her
real brother, she grew up with Orphen and Hartia in the Tower, and is Azalea’s
age, so she’s like a big sister to them)”
“Then, if we watch
Krylancelo, then…” begins Eris.
Tish sips her tea, and
peers out of the window, “If only he didn’t get involved in another problematic
situation.”
Orphen yells, terrified,
as he and Majic are dragged by the running Ericasi, as they hold ends of a rope
wrapped around her.
“Stop me, stop me!” She
begs.
The rope snaps. Orphen and
Majic land amongst boxes. Orphen rubs his head, “Ouch…damn it! You can’t stop
her like that.”
Cleao and Licorice run to
them.
“Mr. Orphen, Mr. Majic…”
gasps Licorice.
“Are you alright?” Cleao
asks them.
Orphen looks over his
body. “Well? Has the distance been increased?”
“How is Mrs. Ericasi?”
Asks Cleao, “What was that cloth?”
Dazed, Majic’s head swings
from side to side.
“I heard it’s a good luck
charm that can bring happiness,” replies Licorice.
Majic looks up at them,
“That’s a spell for moving at high speeds. It was used by the Ancients to move
things at high speeds.”
“Why is it that thing…?”
wonders Cleao.
“How would I know?!” Barks
Orphen, “It must be a stolen artefact from some ruin. Including the cloth, what
else did you get? For example, a paper bag with spells on it.”
“No,” replies Licorice,
“no such thing.”
“What paper bag?” Cleao asks.
Orphen turns to her, “To
make that cloth void; artefacts of the Heavenly Beings. Simply put, it’s an
automatic machine, probably two to a group.”
Two the street, Ericasi
races by holding a fish. She bumps and runs back with maracas. She bumps and races
the other way dressed in eveningwear and a tiara. She continues to bounce back
and forward. The group sweat drop.
“What are we going to do,
Master?” Asks Majic.
“No matter what, our
bodies can’t take it after a while,” says Orphen, “No matter what, we have to
stop her!”
The group run off to
rescue her. Esperanza observes them from a rooftop.
Flamesoul’s half naked
body is reflected in a broken mirror. “Why? Why, Big Brother? Why did you die
and leave me?” He rests his head against a big mirror. “Didn’t we make a
promise? You said we’d be together.” He holds his shirtless body. “I’m the Big
Brother, and the Big Brother is me. The both of us are like two sides of a
coin…light and dark…Two in one, with one heart. But…”
The mirror breaks, pieces
fly around him. “But why did you leave me alone, Big Brother! How can I
forgive…is it forgivable?”
Orphen runs, a chain comes
around him from behind, he’s dragged by Ericasi.
“The man who killed me Big
Brother…”
Orphen sits in a horse
drawn carriage, still dragged by the chain.
“That sorcerer…”
Orphen clings to the mast
of a tall ship, Ericasi dragging him and it thanks to the chain.
“Krylancelo…”
The chain snaps. Ericasi
zooms off screaming. Ericasi deeply breathes; she notices the beauty of the
valley around her. “How beautiful…To run like this without thinking. I feel as
if my brain is totally blank, almost as if I am about to melt into the
scenery.” Her mind wonders to her late husband. “Don’t tell me, what he said
about becoming like the wind…Yes, it must be so!”
“I’ve earned it, I’ve
earned it,” jeers Volcan, swinging around Licorice’s purse. “What is it,
Dortin? Looking like that, are you unhappy about something?”
Dortin appears glum,
“Didn’t Big Brother think of anything? To cheat that girl’s money.”
Volcan swiftly punches
him. “Quiet! Who has been cheated?! Isn’t that a very outstanding recycling?”
“To make use of rubbish
that cannot be made use of, I don’t think it can be called recycling,” implores
Dortin.
Volcan holds up a fist,
“Hah! That twisted logic isn’t my style! If you keep nagging, be careful of my
leg’s super-kick that will kill you!” He hears something. “Huh?”
Ericasi is racing toward
them. “I’m turning into wind, and becoming a part of nature!”
Her feet are kicking the
brothers in front of her.
“Don’t treat me like a
ball!” Yells out Volcan.
The group watch her zoom
and back and forward in the rocky valley.
“It could be that she’s
exceeded the sound barrier…” comments Majic. “What are we going to do?”
Orphen waves his hand, “No
idea, no idea, I don’t know!”
“That, to turn out like
this,” angrily says Cleao, “Who should be responsible?”
Orphen grabs Licorice, and
produces her in front of Cleao. “This is her fault! She was cheated and bought
that rubbish back!”
“Even though that’s the
case, we can’t just leave her like that!” scolds Cleao.
“That’s why I’ve been
trying so hard,” he reminds her, “But I can’t help it if she doesn’t stop. If
you really want to stop it, you go and do it.”
“Heartless man, irresponsible…You
evil sorcerer!”
“I can’t help it if you
hate me!” Growls Orphen into her face.
Cleao covers her ears.
“Orphen looks like…”
“You!”
Majic peers down at
Licorice, who is knelt on the ground. “Licorice?”
“It’s my fault…It’s my
fault…” she weeps, “To have made Mrs. Ericasi…Let me write my will!!!” Licorice
grabs out a pen and begins to fiercely write.
“Calm down!” Begs Majic.
“Master! Cleao!”
“Shut up!” Orders Orphen,
“Don’t interrupt me! It’s dangerous to use magic, what should I do?”
Cleao ponders, “To stop
the movement of her legs…Yes! Is there a trap?”
“Is there such a thing?
Damn it. A trap to stop her legs…such a thing, monster catching machine.”
The three light up in
revelation, and gasp, looking down at Licorice. She looks back at them in
puzzlement.
“But if I use this, will
it cause injury to Mrs. Ericasi?” She asks them, the trap now set up.
“That high speed magic
should protect her,” replies Majic. “If it doesn’t…”
“She’s coming!” Announces
Orphen.
Ericasi zooms toward them,
and collides with the fox trap among the dust crowd.
“Did it work?” Yells
Orphen, as they run toward the trap.
As the dust clears, they
find Volcan and Dortin bound in the trap.
“Yo,” greets Volcan.
Orphen kicks them off a
cliff, into the clear blue sky. “Why are those guys here?!”
He notices something on
the ground, “Huh?” He picks the object up. It’s Licorice’s purse, tied with a
white ribbon with runes on it.
“That’s my purse!” Amazes
Licorice.
Volcan and Dortin tumble
down the valley in the trap.
“So they’re the culprits,”
sneers Orphen. He holds up the ribbon triumphantly, “I found it, it’s this!”
A loud crash, following by
a dust cloud appears behind them. It’s that new monster created by Flamesoul.
“To appear at such a
moment,” says Orphen. He tosses the ribbon to Majic, and begins to walk toward
the monster.
“Master?”
“Leave this guy to me,” he
tells them, “You use that to stop her.”
“Yes, sir!” He agrees.
Majic, Cleao and Licorice leave Orphen.
The monster and Orphen
walk toward each other. It takes a swipe at Orphen, but he summersaults away
from it. It bounds toward him, and takes a few more swipes. Orphen continues to
duck and weave the attack. He finds he is backed into a large rock. The fox
monster whacks its claw into the rock, exploding it to pieces.
Orphen has out-manoeuvred
it, and lands far away. His cheek is cut however. He swipes the blood away.
“This will work. I almost lost my reputation! Grant me strength, Sword of ? (note:
unsure, will look it up, this sub says Baltanders, which he doesn’t say and
would be impossible anyway, this is a glassy sword)” A crystal-like sword
appears in Orphen’s grasp.
“Kill him! Kill him –
Krylancelo!” Chants Flamesoul.
Orphen and the monster
rage toward each other
Ericasi still speeds through
the valley.
“She’s coming!” Yells
Majic. “Cleao! Licorice!”
The girls come running
with the ribbon.
“Kill him! Kill him! Kill
him!” Chants Flamesoul.
Orphen races with the
magical sword.
Cleao and Licorice pull on
one side of the ribbon.
“KILL HIM!” Screams
Flamesoul.
Orphen slices the beast,
and chants another spell. “Grant me strength, light’s unsheathed blade!”
As the energy surges
toward the beast, Ericasi runs into the ribbon. The ribbon and handkerchief
(which is on her belly) collide, the spell breaking. Ericasi falls to her
knees.
“Mrs. Ericasi!” They all
yell in concern. Orphen joins them.
Esperanza observes them
from a cliff.
A plant-like orb breaks.
“Yes? It won’t work just
relying on strength,” calmly says Flamesoul, “Then I’ll use something else.
Don’t worry, Mother.”
A spotlight falls on a
woman in a wooden chair.
“I’ll seek revenge for
you, I Flamesoul will do it…”
Night has fallen on the
rocky valley; an eerie melody fills the air. High, atop a stone block, Esperanza
plays her piano, humming the melody, in the shadow of the large, glowing moon.
An old man sits in thought
on a stone throne, under a giant white seashell.
Morning now shines outside
of Ericasi’s inn.
“Everyone, let’s go!”
Urges Licorice. “Let’s head for the Royal Public Service and Protection
Knights!”
Orphen yawns, walking
toward her. “Let me repeat myself, I’m doing this for your sake, I won’t join
the Knights!”
“Understood,” agrees
Licorice.
“I really won’t join!”
“Understood!”
“All these expenses, I’m
not going to return.”
“Licorice will never give
up,” comments Majic to Cleao.
“You’re right,” she
agrees.
“Even if you tied me up, I
won’t join,” exclaims Orphen.
“Understood!”
“I won’t do it, that sort
of violence,” says Cleao.
“Understood!”
“Even if Cleao is cute, I
won’t join!” Sneers Orphen.
“Understood!”
“But they’ll probably
think I’m cute…” says Cleao.
Licorice giggles,
“Understood!”
Transcripted by Samantha
Hill, July 2003. Ah, another done. I enjoyed this one a lot, it had a lot of
neat stuff going on, and gave a few leads to the audience about what certain
characters were up to. I’ll try to get more transcripts done really soon. I’d
appreciate hearing from fans of the transcripting, so please contact me some
time and tell me I’m doing a good enough job. =^^=