[ The Moogle flails, causing its brethren to similarly flitter about in fear and desperation. If it were anything but a gaggle of Moogles, it would certainly be something to be concerned about. Even Himeka doesn't take their alarm too seriously.
Himeka takes in his dress, finding it rather straight-forward for the creativity that Horizon can offer, but she really isn't in a place to judge. Whatever is comfortable, right?
To his question, she nods. ]
Yes, yes it is. That one's name is Moghod.
[ Moghod gives a high-pitched kupo-po! in affirmation. Himeka crosses her arms. ]
He's here because I made him, along with everyone else.
[ There are cries of outrage and rallying to action from the other Moogles...well, you know. The idea of it. No one is actually making a move to attack. They do rather like making it seem like they may, though. ]
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Himeka takes in his dress, finding it rather straight-forward for the creativity that Horizon can offer, but she really isn't in a place to judge. Whatever is comfortable, right?
To his question, she nods. ]
Yes, yes it is. That one's name is Moghod.
[ Moghod gives a high-pitched kupo-po! in affirmation. Himeka crosses her arms. ]
He's here because I made him, along with everyone else.
[ There are cries of outrage and rallying to action from the other Moogles...well, you know. The idea of it. No one is actually making a move to attack. They do rather like making it seem like they may, though. ]
...Are you in need of Moogles?