Wednesday, April 28, 2004

Here's episodes three...
(Keep in mind that EVERYTHING is fictional, and each episode follows up on the other one...enjoy...)

But the Sephiroth-like figure did not budge. It just stood there, it’s back facing Cloud. He approached it cautiously, when the sudden rustling of the bushes behind him indicated that something was approaching, and fast. He turned around at the last minute when a figure that appeared be a blur at the time ran into him, striking him full in the chest. Winded by the sudden onslaught, he fell over onto his back, coughing incessantly. When he finally came to his senses again, he could see a Sephiroth-like figure standing over him. Only this figure was obviously female. She had long, white hair and a full-length cape, yet she wore a black leather top and black leather pants and boots.

“Nice job!” an unidentified male voice addressed the girl standing over him.

“Thanks. On your feet, Strife!” she ordered, pointing her masamune at Cloud shakily.

Cloud staggered to his feet and looked around. Behind the girl stood a male figure, whose unusual outfit, silver chain and unruly blonde hair was exactly like Tidus from Final Fantasy. A male sephiroth-like clone stood leaning against a mossy wall, his pale face expressionless. Even further away, a haunting figure stood by, his face concealed behind his long white cloak.

“I’m not Cloud Strife!” he explained to the female Sephiroth standing before him. “Wait a minute…are you-?”

“Shut up! We’re asking the questions!” she retorted, pushing the masamune even closer to Cloud’s jugular.

“Just tell us why we’re here, Cloud,” Tidus said, almost too coolly.

“All I know is that right now we’re in post-Meteor Midgar, trapped in the bodies of our MyOtaku identities,” he explained hastily. “I don’t know how we got here or why we’re even here. What I told you is all I know.”

The female Sephiroth’s eyes widened at this remark, and her grip on the masamune grew shaky, as she reluctantly withdrew the sword and sheathed it carefully, staring in disbelief.

The figure in the white cloak took one step towards them, raising his head slightly. “That would explain it. I was RyudoStarwind on MyOtaku. You can call me Ryudo.”

The female Sephiroth spoke up. “I was Dark Sephiroth.”

“Chocobo Gene,” the Tidus look-alike added. “Considering the circumstances, you may call me Tidus.”

The Sephiroth-like figure spoke up. “And I was Wing.”

“Broken Blade, at your service,” Cloud added, bowing sardonically. “Oh, I forgot to mention…someone else from MyOtaku is here…”

“…And that’s all I know for sure,” Tifa finished her sentence and looked up at the two girls. The brunette with the sword, who had been identified as Darksoul, was now staring at her, wide-eyed with worry and concern.

Sakura recovered from her shock and comforted the girl beside her. “Come on Darksoul, its not all that bad. Think about it…no school, cool outfits, cool costumes-”

“-No family, no school friends, and lots of danger…” Darksoul interrupted pessimistically, as she glanced back at Tifa again. “It’s only the three of us here. How are we gonna stand a chance?”

“Actually, someone else is here too…” Tifa stated.

“Tifa!” A voice called out to her just at that minute. She scanned the hills for the source of the call, and there he was: Cloud, along with someone that resembled Tidus, a cloaked figure and what appeared to be two Sephiroth clones. The other two girls scrambled to their feet, glaring at the foursome warily.

“It’s okay,” Cloud reassured them. “They’re Chocobo Gene, Dark Sephiroth, RyudoStarwind and Wing from MyOtaku. And I’m Broken Blade. I’m sure Tifa…er, Lockheartifa… already explained everything to you.”

“…You can call me Tifa if you want,” she replied.

“Tidus or C.G. will do for me,” Tidus added.

Ryudo added, “It seems that I have taken on the appearance of my avatar. Please, don’t feel threatened by my presence. And you are…?”

“Darksoul,” the brunette with the ponytails and the strange sword explained. “But I don’t look anything like my avatar…that’s odd…”

“Now that we’re acquainted, might I suggest that we get outta here before anyone sees us?” Dark Sephiroth interjected, fidgeting impatiently.

“I agree. It’s almost nighttime,” Wing added. “But where the hell are we gonna spend the night?”

“If I’m not mistaken, the closest inn to Midgar is Kalm,” Tidus contributed. “We could go there, but...it would be better if we put more distance between us and Midgar...I could sense someone else in the ruins...”

“Okay, the Chocobo Farm it is,” Cloud said boldly, and the party headed off into the horizon, hoping that they were being going in the right direction.

(Sorry if I'm taking a while to include people in the story...it's kinda getting crowded since random people just come out of nowhere asking to be included...but don't worry, I'm trying my best to include everyone, so please, if you're not in the story already, please don't get jealous...you will be included, if not right now, then soon.
The next chapter is ready, so I'll have it up by Friday...I have to get started on studying for a Chem test tomorrow, so I'll talk to you guys later...)

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