PA 64 - Universe of Races.

Location: Outide the Inn at Peterny.
Availability: After end of game/ game complete, after PA 63.
Requirements: Must have achieved ending with Albel in party.
Type: After PA 63, stay at this particular in 3 times in a row to initiate this PA.


“Wouldn’t it be great to be a Featherfolk?” Pepitta grinned one morning, as Fayt walked out the front door of the Peterny inn.

Fayt looked up at the sky and watched the birds flying above him, the clouds moving across the light blue atmosphere that reminded him of Earth. The breeze, the calm, the peace. The freedom.

“Yeah, it would,” he smiled fondly.

“Then you could have WINGS!” Pepitta laughed, spreading her arms out and turning round in circles slowly, looking up too. “Pretty white wings!”

“Yeah,” Fayt’s tone turned sombre suddenly, and he looked at his feet.

“Fayt, what’s wrong?” Pepitta jingled over to him in concern.

Fayt faltered for a moment.

“Isn’t it obvious?” a shrilled voice pitched in. Albel Nox finally decided to show himself from the market stall he’d been lingering next to- at a discreet distance. He wasn’t sure he wanted to be associated with a child’s ramblings about birds. But now it involved the subject of him, he didn’t mind.

“Oh, hi Albel,” Fayt smiled.

“What is it?” Pepitta asked Albel. “What’s obvious?”

Albel looked to Fayt knowingly. The bluenette looked back anxiously. Albel knew why Fayt was really upset. It was because he did have wings- but they weren’t for flying and they weren’t for looking pretty. They appeared before the most terrifying thing Fayt could think of happened- before he lost control and destroyed things- people. Before the hidden gene of destruction inside of him was unleashed. His red eyes flickered to the side in thought for a moment, before he answered the performer carefully.

“Well, look at him. He’s just an Earthling, not like you, me or the Featherfolk. There are some races in the universe who can do amazing things, but what can Earthlings do? Can they all fly like Featherfolk? No. Are they all born acrobats like Velbaysians? No. Can they see energy like Elicoorians? No. If Luther made us all, then I think humans were the basic bits of… of… ‘stuff’ from which to base all humanoids. You talk of wings like that and I guess he’s just not so psyched about being so normal,” Albel shrugged.

“Oh,” Pepitta walked over to Fayt and hugged him. “Don’t worry Fayt, you’re special to me,” she told him.

Fayt smiled. “Thanks Pepitta,” he looked over her shoulder to Albel and offered him something else- a genuinely warm smile.

“Hey, Fayt!” Pepitta tugged his shirt, and Fayt looked down as she stood back from him. “What would you be if you could?” she asked.

“Out of all the beings in the universe?” Fayt blinked. “But- but there are so many!” he laughed. “I couldn’t chose!” he shook his head.

Pepitta nodded in agreement. “What about this then- out of these four, which would you be? Velbaysian, Klausian, Featherfolk or Elicoorian?” she prodded.

Fayt pondered for a moment, under the watchful eyes of Albel and Pepitta. Would he really like wings- real wings that were his and not by some medical experiment? Wings he could fly with? Or would he like brute strength and power- the speed to dodge even some phasers? Perhaps it would be nice to be an Elicoorian… with sight of energy. Then again, Velbaysians could do some pretty improbable things- some said every bone in their body was ambidextrous.

But when it came down to it, the choice was easy, wasn’t it?

“Okay, I guess I’d be…”


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