A Red Mage's Destiny

"Come on, time to leave." Fusan yells to the remaining patrons of the bar. It was late and he was getting ready to close shop for the night, he had a full night of errands he had to get done. "Let's get a move on people." Drakkonis took the last swig from his cup, letting the taste linger in his mouth. "Come on buddy." he said as he patted Drakk on the shoulder. "Just give me a second." he replied stubbornly. Drakk had just returned from a long break, he was looking to get back into the swing of things. His world had changed and he had no more time for leveling anymore, but he decided that tonight, he will lace up his Warlock's Tabard and get some experience in, even if he was a little rusty. He slammed the glass on the table, he turned to head out the door. He decided to swing by his place to grab his gear, get his sword and time to put in an application to level. He prayed it wouldn't take all night to land a job but he was damn sure ready to withstand the time.

Inside his moghouse his mind raced about many things, it's been awhile since he suited up to level. Last time he fought he did it alongside his wife, and his close friends. Gone were the memories of his static. The remaining members had moved on in his wife and his absence. They became far more experienced, one even changed jobs permanently. He hit submit from his Moghouse computer and his information was sent across Vanadiel. Soon every party leader looking for a member would be able to ask him to join. He decided to browse the net, to get by some downtime. He glared at the picture of his wife and two kids. "Stella." he claimed as he picked it up, she was the soul remaining member of his static that was in level range, well because they both returned together. His moogle leaned over his shoulder "Master Drakk." "Yes." he turned. "You have a message." he relayed. "Hey man, we need a Red Mage." the tell was sent to him. Like a tiger he pounced at the opportunity. "When, where and are you ready?" he spat out. Rushing to put the rest of his gear on. "Can you sub White Mage?" he asked. Drakk paused for a second, a little alarm went off in his head. "They want me to main heal." he thought to himself. Drakk personally hates playing the lead healer, it annoys him, he has too much to do in a party and focusing on Refreshing everyone and keeping the party alive is stressing. "No." he replied. There was a silence on the other end. A minute passed before he gave Drakk the information he wanted to here. "We are in Wajoam Woodlands at H-12." That's all he needed to hear. He placed his shiny new Warlock's Chapeau on his head, he dusted off his Bloody Rapier and it was out the door he want. He arrived at the party, and by the looks on their faces they were happy to see him. He checked over the party list. Paladin, Black Mage, Black Mage, Samarui, a Thief and him. The Paladin looked at him with a glint in his eyes and Drakk gave him what he wanted. He closed his eyes and focused his aim, there Refresh. "Let's do this." he breathed a heavy breath, he knew he was in for a handful tonight.

The first fight was okay for Drakk, not too much. The Black Mages seemed to be on good behavior tonight. After fight number five, then there was trouble. The one Black Mage cried when his MP hit 200 points, and Drakk told him to stop Nuking and that wouldn't happen. The Sam begged for Haste, the Paladin ate Drakks MP because of Refresh and the cures he was casting. By the seventh battle, anyone that cried about anything wasn't getting a thing casted on them until the next fight. He kindly explained that the Sam can't get Haste if he has to Refresh the Pld, cure him and debuff the mob, so he was just shit out of luck. "You're a fucking Red Mage, you are suppose to Haste a Heavy Delay Weapon swinging party member, you dipshit," Drakk stared at him, amazed. "Shut the fuck up and quit your fucking whining. You're a Sam, you sit there, hit shit, and shut up." he replied. Before the Blm could part his lips to ask for a Refresh Drakk turned to him. Here. Refresh.. Refresh... Refresh he cast it upon him three times. "Oh damn, will you look at that, a dead Pld. But..... you got your Refresh." Drakk said. He bid them farewell. They looked at him with jaws on the floor as he warped himself away. "Warping out of a party leads to a bad reputation." The leader started. "Crying like bitches makes one angry Red Mage." he replied and disbanded. He walked around Aht Urghan Whitegate, he hated this place. It was always crowded. He saw a couple of Blue Mages sitting in the corner chatting. He walked over to them. They were in the midst of a debate, about a jobs roles in a party. They seemed like they just got the job and were fairly new to it. "A Red Mage." one of them stated noticing Drakk arrive. "Do you know your destiny?" One of them asked, and playfully pointed his sword at him. "To kick your ass if you don't get that thing out my face." He heard the growing crowd murmur. That started a heated debate, over what class was better. "You Blu's all think you godly." was Drakk's statement. "Better than being a Refresh Bitch." They looked at his sword and laughed. "What the hell you going to do with that, tickle the mob with your Too Weak melee." "I'll carve a hole in your gay underwear that you're wearing with it." he said. "Gotta go boys, I..... unlike u guys....got a party."

He got off his bird and prayed, prayed that these guys aren't whiny dickheads. "Fucking sweet." he yelled at the setup. Ninja, White Mage, Bard, Dark Knight, Warrior and him. "Much Better." He thought. He Refreshed the Whm, and the party began. They were cruising, Drakk only had to worry about doing his thing. After the fifth fight, he grew a little bored. The Lesser Colibri followed the Brd to camp, and Drakk gave the Whm one last Refresh. He withdrew his blade. He ran up to the Colibri and began hacking furiously at it, he imagined it was a bitchy Sam. After that fight was through, all of his party member stared at him, he thought he had something on his face, so he proceeded to wipe it, making sure no Colibri droppings landed on him when he made it his bitch. The Brd halted his pulling, everyone stopped what they were doing, all eyes on Drakk. "What?" he gave in and asked. Before he knew it the War and Drk were on the ground laughing. "What?" he asked confused again. The Nin couldn't contain himself either. Drakk wiped the sweat from his forehead. "A fighting Rdm." the Drk crowed. "And...." he asked them. Their faces flushed with laughter again. "No fighting please, assist only." The Whm finally stated. "Are you serious?" "Why can't I melee?" he asked. "Cause your weak hits only give the mob more tp." the Drk bellowed. "A Red Mage doesn't melee." the War laughed. "How would you know, are you a Rdm?" Drakk asked. "Um... no... but I know we sure don't want you destroying the mobs or gaining hate from your uber damage." he replied to a whole group of laughter. He didn't hesitate to warp away from that party. Walking around Port Jeuno, he had to have about five stressful parties tonight, he figured he'd hang it up for good tonight, get some rest and probably try again tomorrow. He had warped out of five parties, his mind came across what the Blue Mage said. Maybe his destiny in a party isn't to melee, but then again his destiny wasn't to be superman in a party either. He stepped closer towards his MH when a sign on the wall caught his eye. BEWARE!! it flashed in big red letters. NEWB RDM ON THE LOOSE. WILL WARP WITHOUT WARNING, THINKS HE CAN FIGHT AND CRIES WHEN HAVE TO MAIN HEAL. Beneath it was a picture of him, he ripped it off the wall, crumbled it in his hands. "I'm going Puppetmaster from here on out." he said as he tossed the crinkled paper behind him.