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Tuesday, August 24, 2004
Final Fantasy X: Chapter 9: HOME
Tidus and Gippal leaned against a wall, listening for the sound of footsteps, in case the Seymour’s henchmen were heading there way.
“Lulu, this is Tidus. I don’t think we read your last message correctly. Did you just say Wakka’s dead?” Tidus asked.
“How am I supposed to know? I’m a black mage, not a doctor. All I know is that one of Ifrit’s Meteor Strikes hit him in the back, and now he isnt’ moving or breathing. How the heck are we going to get him out of here?” Lulu asked.
VIP! VIP! VIP! VIP! VIP! VIP! VIP! VIP! Eight automatic-rifle bullets hit next to Lulu. She dove under the nearest piece of rubble and crouched down.
“What was that?” Tidus asked through the radio.
“Yevon snipers with a mad-on for suspected terrorists, I think. Man, how does that bald-headed Al Bhed with the airship talk us into this stuff, Tidus?” Lulu asked through the radio.
THPP! A bullet landed right on Tidus’s chest.
“Oh my God!” Gippal exclaimed.
A few minutes later, Gippal and Tidus were hiding behind a hover, with Yevon soldiers firing automatic weapons at them.
“Tidus?” Lulu asked through the radio.
She heard Gippal scrambling to pick up Tidus and dragging him toward a nearby hover to hide behind, but she had no idea what was going on.
“He’s down, Lulu. The Yevon soldiers just put a bullet in his chest, and now they’re gunning for me,” Gippal explained. “Where do we go from here? Nobody ever covered Tidus being dead in the VR simulations.”
Tidus awoke with a start, but Gippal didn’t seem to notice. He heard Gippal talking to Lulu about how he died.
“Stay cool, Gippal. Why do you think the Al Bhed created kevlar?” Tidus said, lifting his shirt up revealing a kevlar vest, with a hole in it.
Then Tidus cast haste on himself, jumped over the hover, and charged at the Yevon soldiers. All six of them were caught off guard with Tidus’s surprise attack, and two of them were struck down. While Tidus was keeping the soldiers busy, Gippal started up the hover.
“Kimarhi, how fast can you get to Lulu and Wakka?” Tidus asked. “We need to rendezvous with the others before Seymoure spots the fighting.”
“Kimarhi’s already here, Tidus, but I doubt even he’s going to be able to hold the locals back much longer. I’m trying to use a nasty spell, to get rid of the soldiers over here. I’m just so stressed,” Lulu explained, while Kimarhi cast Mighty Guard on the three of them. “All I’ve managed to attack them with so far is a blizzard spell, which turned into sleet.”
“So much for rescuing the Grand Maester’s daughter buying us brownie points with Yevon,” Tidus said, as Gippal pulled up next to him.
Yevon soldiers kept firing away at Gippal and Tidus. Fortunatley, Yevon’s guns weren’t nearly as accurate as some of the Al Bhed’s. Tidus hopped on and then they zoomed off.
“They hate us, Tidus. As far as they’re concerned, we rank somewhere between athlete’s foot and child molesters,” Lulu said. “Even Cid was ready to sacrifice all seven of us, just to save some spoiled, little girl with a lot of money.”
There was a large explosion off to the east. Not even a quarter of a mile away. There was another to the west, even closer, three more directly ahead of Lulu’s field of vision.
Lulu looked around her. All of the Yevon soldiers were dead. A shadow appeared over Lulu, and she slowly turned her head afraid of what she was going to see.
“Actually, I can hardly believe Cid sent you here myself,” said Seymour’s silhouette against the flames.
Brother’s, Dona’s, Barthello’s Baralai’s and Buddy’s silhouette could be seen as well.
“Back off, Seymour,” Tidus growled hopping off the hover. “I don’t care who you are or what you can do.”
Tidus drew his sword.
“Take one more step towards my friends and I’ll stab you so hard, you won’t see the light of day again,” Tidus threatened.
“Don’t talk to me about your friends, Tidus. Your friends are being executed on the streets of so-called civilized society every day, and what are you doing, you treacherous, little lapdog?” Seymour asked. “Sabotaging a simple kidnap plot which might have ended the Guado execution initiative at a stroke.”
Seymour gestured toward Wakka and Baralai, Buddy, Brother, Barthello, and Dona went over to lift up Wakka.
“How could you come over here and risk your lives to defend the state-sanctioned murder of, for some of you, your own people? Doesn’t it bring a tear to your eye that you might have sacrificed a friend in your bid to ingratiate yourselves with your persecutors?” Seymour asked, leading a chocobo carriage over to Wakka’s body.
“I was doing this for you, you little ingrates, but it’s obvious you deserve everything you get from Yevon,” Seymour said. “My only desire now is that Sin gives you a slow and painful death.”
“Listen, this isn’t as black and white as it looks, Seymour. We weren’t exactly jumping for joy about coming here ourselves,” Tidus said, putting his sword back in it’s hilt.
“Save your breath, Tidus. I have nothing more to say to infants hell-bent on suicide,” Seymour said, turning his back to Tidus.
Kimarhi went over to help Baralai put Wakka in the carriage.
“Just GO,” Seymour muttered.
A few minutes later, the carriage was pulling away with Lulu, and Kimarhi in the back tending to Wakka’s injuries.
“I don’t understand, master. Cid being alone separated from his followers like this gave Auron the perfect opportunity to catch him alone,” Dona asked. “You don’t think he’s allied himself with that little band of renegades, do you?”
“Don’t be such an idiot, Dona. Auron always gets the job done, and murdering Cid was something he was very much looking forward to,” Seymour answered. “He’s only doing what he did when I sent him to kill that little despot in Macalania forest and that CEO of that corporation which was pumping all that wretched filth into the pond.”
Seymour turned his back and walked away.
“You know Auron. Holding off on a kill just means there’s a woman he’s trying to get into bed first,” Seymour said.
In about an hour, Wakka was sitting on his bed being healed by Yuna’s cure and life magic. Fortunately, Wakka’s body was still warm by the time they got back to the Calm Lands. So Yuna was able to perform the life spell on Wakka.
“Kimarhi didn’t know Yuna could revive people from the dead,” Kimarhi said. “Gippal’s taking it very badly. He’s locked himself in his room and made me promise not to break in the door.”
“It’s easy to forget what age he is, isn’t is? I mean, what must this seem like when you’re 20 years old?” Lulu asked as a tear streaked down her eye.
Kimarhi placed a hand on Lulu’s shoulder.
“You know what the worst part of it is for me? That sickening, get-right-under-your-skin detail that makes me ashamed of Yevon and all it’s followers?” Tidus asked.
“What’s that?” Lulu asked wiping the tears from her eyes.
“I called Wakka’s mom to tell her what happened, and the bigoted old witch even take my call,” Tidus answered.
Later on, after everybody left, and Wakka was in good health simply recovering from his wounds, Yuna sat next to him alone in Wakka’s private quarters on Cid’s airship. He was asleep on his bed.
“How’s he doing?” asked Auron as the door slid open.
“Surprisingly well, all things considered. The internal damage he sustained was gigantic, but my Cure magic was able to handle it. I’ve been trying to learn Cura for ages,” Yuna explained.
“Praise be to Yevon, for your healing magic, huh?” Auron asked walking over to Yuna. “Any word on when Wakka’s gonna be back on his feet?”
“Cid reckons he should be vertical again in a couple of weeks, but it’s Tidus who’s giving the smart money to irritable bowel syndrome at the moment,” Yuna answered.
“Don’t tell me he’s still blaming himself for all this?” Auron asked putting a hand on Yuna’s shoulder.
“Are you kidding? Tidus blames himself for the war between Bevelle and Zanarkand 1000 years ago, Auron. Coordinating an operation where one of us almost died is the worst thing that could happen to an sixteen-year-old control freak. Especially when he didn’t even want to go on the mission and Cid talked him into it,” Yuna explained. “He feels like a first class idiot.”
“What about you? How do you feel?” Auron asked.
“Rattled. But I trust my Uncle Cid, and the latest from Bevelle is that the Grand Maester’s feeling highly conciliatory since he got his daughter back,” Yuna said getting up, and walking toward the door.
“No, Yuna. How do you feel about me?” Auron asked, following Yuna.
“Honestly?” Yuna asked as the door slid open. “I’m not sure if I particularly like you, Auron.”
Yuna turned to face him.
“Sure, you’ve proved yourself as an Gullwing, but I haven’t bought this idea that you’re an overnight convert to Uncle Cid’s intergrationist ideology,” Yuna said, watching Auron intently. “You may not say it out loud, but I’m empathic enough to know you’re here for all the wrong reasons. I think the way people have treated you over the years has really screwed you up, and as much as it goes against everything the school’s supposed to stand for…”
Auron took a step toward Yuna.
“…I really, really wish we’d never met you,” Yuna finished.
“So how come you find me so attractive?” Auron asked.
“I wish I knew,” Yuna answered biting her lip.
Yuna fell into Auron’s hands and they kissed, for the longest time. Auron’s glasses slipped off, and fell onto the floor. He worked on getting Yuna’s white robe off, revealing only Yuna’s black bra. Yuna pulled down Auron’s red coat, revealing his armor and squeezed Auron’s butt.
The door slid open, and there stood Tidus with his mouth gaping open. At first he didn’t move, but then when Yuna realized he was there, he ran off.
“Tidus!” Yuna shouted.
But it was too late. He was gone. Out of site.
“Actually, I’m astonished that the Grand Maester has suspended the executions, because I know what kind of political pressure he was under to maintain a tough line. But tell him I’m delighted by his descision, and pleased to have played a part in the safe return of his daughter,” Cid said. “My Gullwings and I would be honored to accept his invitation to the Bevelle Palace, and hope this is the begininning of a long, fruitful relationship.”
Cid was talking to one of the high priest’s at the Bevelle Palace, through the computer on the bridge. Tidus appeared in the doorway, with a backpack strapped to his back.
“Laying it on a bit thick, aren’t you Cid?” Tidus asked.
“Would you excuse me for a moment? One of the Gullwings appears to need some of my help,” Cid said.
“In your own time, Cid. We’ll just be sitting here running Yevon if you need us,” the high priest replied.
Then the screen switched to black.
“Planning a trip, Tidus?” Cid asked.
“Yeah, a one-way ticket out of here. This big plan you had is obviously going nowhere, and I’m leaving before anyone else gets blown up for your useless cause,” Tidus answered.
“We’re hardly going nowhere, Tidus. I’ve just arranged the first Yevon-Al Bhed summit and negotiated a suspension of the executions,” Cid explained.
“You mean we’re supposed to be grateful because a grey-haired old man’s given us a temporary stay of execution? I’m not interested in getting a few scraps from their table anymore, man. I just want the same rights as everybody else,” Tidus replied.
“But you have to look at this from their perspective, Tidus: A new race has emerged, bombed their cities and declared they’re here to replace them. Yevon’s executions were an obvious knee-jerk reaction, but getting everyone around the negotiating table was our objective from the beginning,” Cid explained.
“Why should we sit down and negotiate with the kind of filth that put Wakka in a coma?” Tidus asked.
“Because they’re human beings, Tidus. And whether you like it or not, we’re sharing a continent with six hundred of them,” Cid answered. “Seymour’s ideas for a new and better world are attractive to any young boy, but you must understand that he remains the single, greatest threat to our fragile peace process. As much as I treasure all forms of life, I wouldn’t hesitate to destroy that little hideout he’s in if it wasn’t for the fact I built the place myself. The others look up to you, Tidus. You leaving now would have a disasterous effect at such a pivotal stage in my plans. Why don’t you go back to your room and unpack, and we’ll say nothing else about this unfortunate little episode, eh?”
“Are you trying to ease my mind?” Tidus asked with just a bit of a temper.
“Well… yes,” Cid answered.
“Yeah, well, the hell with the Gullwings and your stupid peace process!” Tidus exclaimed.
“Language like that betrays a limited vocabulary, Tidus,” Cid said.
“Well, right now I’m feeling monosyllabic, man. Give me a call when you get tired of kissing up to the evil empire,” Tidus said storming out of the bridge.
“What the…?” Wakka asked waking up in his room.
Later, on Bikanel Island, the Celsius landed just outside of HOME. Most of the Guado, and some of the Al Bhed gathered outside in the middle of the night, to see what all the commotion was about.
Tidus exited the Celsius, and walked down the sloping sand crater, with HOME dead ahead. Dona, Baralai, Buddy, Barthello, and someone else were standing behind Seymour.
“Okay, Seymour. I’m interested,” Tidus said. “Let’s hear what you have to say for yourself.”
Seymour scoured Tidus’s eyes, for any sign of deception and said: “Welcome to HOME, Tidus.”
Thanx for reading
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Sunday, August 22, 2004
Final Fantasy X: Chapter 8: Dead
A minute later, Gippal, Lulu, and Kimarhi appeared in the doorway, Gippal rushing over to Yuna and Tidus.
“Run, Forest. Run,” Yuna said.
“Why’s everybody standing around cracking stupid jokes? Haven’t you heard the news?” Gippal asked.
“What news?” Tidus asked.
“At 9:15 AM local time, the Maester’s daughter disappeared from her room at Macalania Temple. Forty-five minutes later, the Guado claimed responsibility for the kidnapping, and a statement was issued by Seymour, leader of the anti-human cult,” reported Shelinda on the sphere screen.
The screen switched to Seymour holding a glass of champagne in his hand, sitting in a chair. He was centered in the screen and Barthello was standing next to him.
“One hundred and thirteen Guado have been murdered by Yevon in an effort to halt the healing of Spira. But their next Guado kill shall be followed by the execution of his foul-mouthed female calf. This is my one and only warning. I have nothing more to say,” Seymour finished.
Then the screen switched back to Shelinda.
“God, this is terrible. What are we supposed to do now?” Tidus asked putting his hand on his hip.
“Rescue her, of course. What other course of action would you recommend, Tidus?” Cid asked rhetorically.
“But rescuing the Grand Maester’s daughter means Yevon soldiers are going to be out there forever, Cid,” Lulu pointed out. “I don’t like Seymour any more than you do, but at least he’s stopped Yevon from killing pointlessly.”
“The only lasting solution to the tension between mankind and the Guado population is a peaceful one, Lulu. Turn your back on this girl now and you might as well sign up with Seymour,” Cid explained.
“Tidus?” Wakka asked looking towards Tidus for guidance.
“I hate to say it, but he’s right. We all want to see the Yevon soldiers taken out of the picture, but we can’t let the Guado use this girl as a bargaining chip,” Tidus explained. “I just hope you know what you’re doing, Cid.”
“What about you, Auron? You tagging along for our first real fight with the Guado?” Yuna asked.
“Well, I kinda had my heart set on playin’ Backgammon with Cid here, but why the heck not? Sounds like it could be a laugh,” Auron answered.
In about four and a half hours, the team was in Guadosalam. It was very dark because no lights were lit. Plus it was the dead of night outside, so there was no light from that either.
“Kimarhi no like this. Kimarhi feel like he betraying friends,” Kimarhi said, standing in the shadows, next to a door.
“I know what you, Kimarhi, but Cid thinks this is our best chance yet of showing the public, that the Guado, Al Bhed, and Summoners aren’t all people-eating monsters,” Tidus explained, hiding in a corner playing with his Caladbolg.
“Beautiful sentiment, Tidus, but I’m not counting any chickens. Is anyone even sure we’ve tracked this girl down to the correct town?” Lulu asked through the radio.
“Oh, she’s here, Lulu. The airships computer was able to pinpoint the kidnappers down to the brand of toilet paper they’ve been using,” Yuna explained into the radio, while piloting the Celsius.
She had been flying circles around Guadosalam ever since the others had been dropped off.
“Their boat back to Bikanel Island won’t be here for another eighteen minutes, but I want everyone out of this creepy, little town with five giant-sized minutes to spare,” Yuna ordered.
Meanwhile, Brother, Barthello, Baralai, Dona, and Buddy were sitting in a house with nothing but a candle lit waiting for the Guado to arrive. The Maester’s daughter, sat in a chair, tied up and blindfolded.
“What happened to my sodding cigarettes? There were fifteen in the pack before I went for my lighter,” Brother said.
“I can smoke fifteen before the match goes out, Brother. Thirty if I’m really trying,” Barthello said.
Baralai was sitting at a table with Dona and Buddy, eating a sandwich.
“Really? What a wonderful ability, Barthello,” Buddy retorted. “Praise be to Yevon we’ve got each other for intelligent conversation, Dona.”
“Actually, the only intelligent conversation I get around here…” Dona said picking up a book, from the table. “…is when I talk to myself, Buddy.”
Meanwhile, in an abandoned building just across the street from that house was Wakka looking through binoculars.
“Ready when you are, Kimarhi,” Wakka whispered into the radio.
“What the heck…?” Barthello muttered as the ground began to shake. “Earthquake…?”
Kimarhi was slicing away at a pole that held up the first floor under the hardwood floors.
“They’re all yours, Wakka,” Kimarhi said.
“Hit the floor, Tidus!” shouted Wakka chucking his blitzball through an open window hitting Brother square in the face.
“Let’s hope you’ve been doing that homework we’ve been giving you, Gippal,” Tidus said flooring the gas pedal on the hover. “Gippal?”
Wakka dove into the house through the broken window, slung the Grand Maester’s daughter over his shoulder and charged up the stairs, to the second floor. Before anyone could stop him, he shoved an upstairs window open, and dropped the Grand Maester’s daughter.
Gippal dove, and slid ten feet, just barely catching the Grand Maester’s daughter.
“Sorry I missed my cue, folks, but I think I just saw Auron relieving himself against a wall back there,” Gippal said trying to cover up his mistake.
Tidus pulled up next to Gippal and the Grand Maester’s daughter hopped onto the hover.
“Who are you people?” the Grand Maester’s daughter asked.
“The good guys, of course,” Tidus said. “Now hold on and close your eyes, miss. You’re going home.”
Soon, Brother, Baralai, Barthello, Dona, and Buddy poured out of the house, with Wakka, Kimarhi, and Lulu to meet them.
“Oh no she isn’t. She’s coming back to Bikanel Island to be house trained, you treacherous piece of filth,” Barthello shouted, charging through Wakka and Kimarhi. “I already promised a Guado boy he could keep the hairless monkey as a pet.”
Barthello sure was fast! He was managing to keep pace with the hover, and when Tidus slowed down at a corner, that gave Barthello enough time to catch up with them. Barthello’s fist dove into the front of the hover and wrenched out the engine.
“Missing and engine, Tidus?” Barthello asked with a smirk on his face.
“Missing a sword, moron?” Tidus asked pulling out his Caladbolg.
He quickly slashed with his sword, but Barthello narrowly missed it. Then Tidus grabbed hold of the Grand Maester’s daughter’s hand and they both took off running.
“I can’t believe you’re trying to outrun me, you idiots. I could have you both pinned on the ground in a minute,” Bathello boasted.
“Man, that had to be just about the longest pee in history,” Auron said making a long cut along Barthello’s back.
That was definitely gonna leave a mark. It was a thick cut, going in a diagnol direction on his back. Blood started to come out, all along the cut, as if someone was slowly pouring ketchup out of Barthello’s back.
“Auron!” Barthello exclaimed. “What are you doing here?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Auron said tauntingly kicking his head.
WAM! Brother’s fist, made solid contact with Tidus’s chin.
“You know, whoever said that Zanarkand Abes uniform doesn’t make you look like a loser was lying, Tidus,” Brother said. “You’re next, by the way you stupid-looking slut.”
“What?” Lulu exclaimed enraged.
WAM! Brother’s elbow made a bulls-eye on Lulu’s back, right where her spine was. Then, Auron took the Grand Maester’s daughter, and they took off on their own.
“Wakka to all Gullwings: Kimarhi and I just disabled Buddy and Baralai, but Dona’s giving us a hard time with her Aeons. Anyone fit to lend a hand?” Wakka asked through the radio.
“Sorry, Wakka. Problems of our own right now,” Tidus said as Gippal helped him to his feet.
Then Gippal used his cannon to fire a small amount of napalm at Brother. It just skimmed his arm, but it was enough to stun him for a moment.
“Nice, work, Gippal. Now give Lulu room to finish him off with a lightning bolt or something,” Tidus ordered.
“Who needs lightning when I’ve got my trusty old size eights strapped on, Tidus?” Lulu said jogging towards Brother. “This is for calling me a slut, you skinny, Al Bhed jerk!”
Lulu dove her foot into Brother’s cheek leaving a very large bruise there.
“Wait! Where’s the girl?” Gippal asked.
“Oh my God!” Tidus exclaimed.
“Don’t burst into tears just yet, Tidus. She’s alive and well and only hours away from worrying about boys, zits and trigonometry again, unless, of course, Ifrit fries me with one of his Meteor Strikes,” Auron said riding a chocobo with the Grand Maester’s daughter holding on to him.
He was just barely avoiding Ifrit’s Meteor Strikes, courtesy of Dona of course.
“Jeez, Seymour’s gonna kill me for this,” Auron muttered.
“Auron to Yuna: Can you fly the Celsius low enough so I can jump onto the deck with this Chocobo?” Auron asked.
“Yep, but only if you can get that Chocobo up to a hundred and twenty miles an hour, Auron,” Yuna answered.
POOM! POOM! POOM! Three more Meteor Strikes landed on the roof of a house in Guadosalam, causing the roof to collapse.
“Get the coffee on, Yuna. I’ll be with you in a second,” Auron said, gritting his teeth, and urging the Chocobo on as fast as it could.
“Auron, this is Tidus: What are you doing?” Tidus asked through the radio.
“GIT!” shouted Auron, while kicking the Chocobo hard.
“KWEEEE!” it shouted speeding up.
“Around a hundred and freakin’ twenty, I hope,” Auron said.
The Grand Maester’s daughter closed her eyes tightly.
The Chocobo jumped up on top of a high hill, just outside Guadosalam. The Celsius tipped to the side in Auron’s direction. The Chocobo was going, and going and going…
Auron realized it wasn’t going to make it.
He slung the Grand Maester’s daughter over his shoulders, and pushed off of the Chocobo, causing it to fall in the middle of it’s jump.
“KHWEEEEEEE!” it shouted.
Auron slid his sword out of it’s hilt, in mid-air, and just as he was going to fall with the Grand Maester’s daughter, he dove his sword into the metal of the deck of the Celsius. Then the Celsius, tipped back to it’s normal position, and continued to circle around Guadosalam.
“You’d do anything to impress a seventeen-year-old in a tight sweater, wouldn’t you?” Tidus asked through the radio as the Grand Maester’s daughter climbed up Auron, and onto the deck.
“Actually, I’ve kinda got my eye on a nineteen-year-old summoner, but I’m worried she’s gonna waste her life waiting on a loser who brushes his teeth six times a day,” Auron answered, pulling himself up onto the deck.
“Don’t give up hope Auron,” Yuna said through the radio. “You never know your luck.”
“Tidus to Yuna: Give yourself a pat on the back and rendezvous at the Moonflow as planned. Oh, and Auron,” Tidus said. “Nice work.”
“Bad news, people: the Guado’s carriage just arrived for the Bikanel Island trip with a guy in blue garb who looks disturbingly familiar,” Kimarhi said.
“Seymour?” Tidus said. “This just gets worse by the second. Drop who you’re hitting and start running, boys and girls. We did what we were asked to do. Now let’s get out of here while we’re all still packing a pulse.”
“We’re too late, Tidus,” Lulu said.
“What are you talking about?” Tidus asked through the radio.
“I think Wakka’s dead,” Lulu answered.
Sure enough, Wakka lay on the ground, partially covered in blood with his eyes closed.
Thanx for reading
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Thursday, August 19, 2004
ANGER! FRUSTRATION!! RAGE!!!
SOMEONE DELETED ONE OF MY GUESTBOOK ENTRIES! THAT SOMEONE WILL HAVE HELL TO PAY IF I FIND OUT WHO IT WAS!! Why on Earth would someone want to delete a guestbook entry?! They don't gain anything from it! I mean what do they have against TornProphecy?! I don't understand! And it was MY guestbook entry! Thy deleter shall be punished severly, if i found it who it was!!!!
Thanx for reading
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Wednesday, August 18, 2004
I'm so bored!
I'm so bored! There's nothing to do. No one is online to chat, everyone is on vacation, and my next door neighbor friends are basically grounded until they read a book and get a job. It totally sucks. There is absolutely nothing to do. I'm going stir crazy in this 30 year old house. I need to go like shopping or something. Spend money, and not save any of it. Then feel really stupid that I did so later on. Ugh. SO bored.
Thanx for reading
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Final Fantasy X: Chapter 7: Trust
Yevon soldiers were scouring the Djose Highroad these days, for any sort illegal activity, meaning anyone they feel like beating up and harassing. Whenever the Gullwings left the Calm Lands, they had to wear dark cloaks to conceal themselves, because of the heightened security, not to mention the fact, that the price on all of their heads, went from twenty gil, to 300 gil.
Today, Kimarhi, Lulu, and Gippal were on the Djose Highroad gathering food, and bringing it back to the Calm Lands.
“Are you a hundred percent sure these cloaks hide our faces well enough from the Yevon soldiers, Lulu?” Gippal asked.
“Cid doesn’t strike me as the kind of guy who’d make something like that up for a laugh, Gippal,” Lulu answered.
“This is insane. We shouldn’t have to live like this,” Gippal said. “A couple of months ago, I couldn’t sleep because I was worried my boss would find out I stole twenty bucks from his jacket. Now I’m a suspected terrorist because I’m Al Bhed.”
“Kimarhi and I don’t like being holed up in Cid’s old airship either, Gippal, but going solo just means you end up as dead as the Al Bhed you see on the news,” Lulu explained.
“Actually, I’m starting to like the airship,” Kimarhi replied. “It’s fun being around people where I don’t have to keep up that lame, human pretense. Of course, Tidus can be a little intense sometimes, but he’s surprisingly funny once he drops all the barriers. Same goes for Wakka and Yuna: Who couldn’t like a Summoner that whispers dirty jokes into your ear when Cid is being serious? The only one I haven’t warmed up to yet is Auron.”
“God, I loathe Auron. Have you seen the way he checks everyone out with those mean, little eyes? It’s like he’s sizing us all up for coffins,” Lulu said.
“That’s probably just his Guardian training, Lulu. If there was anything genuinely sinister going on his head, Cid would be the first to know about it,” Kimarhi said reassuringly.
“Yuna to all available Gullwings: Auron is murdering Tidus on the deck,” Yuna said into the headset radio. “Somebody get down here and help me nail this lunatic.”
Auron slashed Tidus across the chest with his Masamune, and grabbed Tidus’s arm.
“You forgot to tell them to bring a dustpan and broom, baby,” Auron said, while Yuna sprinted after Auron.
“YUNA!” Tidus screamed.
Auron used Tidus’s arm to thrust the Caladbolg straight through Yuna’s stomach.
“You sick son of a…”
“She’d only have broken your heart in the end, Tidus,” Auron interrupted, slamming his Masamune, over Tidus’s neck.
“Those unsent abilities of yours are going to be working overtime tonight, Auron,” Wakka said, chucking his World Champion at Auron.
It made a solid hit, too. Landed right on Auron’s face leaving a circular red mark, and crinkling his sunglasses. Then Wakka jumped up into the air and caught the rebound.
“Let’s see if you can grow another freakin’ head when I tear this one off,” Wakka said, narrowly dodging a jab from Auron’s Masamune.
“Wow. Wakka’s so angry he almost said a dirty word,” Auron laughed. “Just shut up and die, tubby.”
Kimarhi, Lulu and Wakka tip-toed toward Auron from behind him.
“I feel like I’m cracking heads in the spina bifida ward here,” Auron said, swinging his sword around, slicing Gippal’s head off.
“You badly trained morons were dead the minute you looked me in the eye,” Auron said, triumphantly, thrusting his Masamune through Lulu’s torso. “The only real question I had was whether I could beat Kimarhi, since he was so fast.”
Kimarhi sprinted toward Auron and narrowly missed him, by mere centimeters in fact. Just enough time for Auron to get in a good shot…
“But I guess the eight pints of blood seeping out onto the grass answers that. Right, Cid?” Auron asked.
“I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t impressed on some primitive level, Auron…” Cid said, coming out of the elevator and onto the deck.
Auron shoved his sword into the ground, and leaned on it. He was tired, very tired, although he was ready to defend himself if needed. And plus, he was an unsent, and he certainly couldn’t be sent by an Al Bhed pilot.
The simulation switched off, and Auron pulled the VR helmet off. Wakka was working diligently at the computer, and Cid, Tidus, and Yuna were standing there watching him.
“…but you’re only supposed to wrestle your fellow Gullwings in these danger room exercises, not hack them to pieces.”
“Sorry, bub. Force of habit,” Auron said wiping the sweat from his brow. “These virtual simulations you put together are pretty convincing, Wakka. You got any over-18 versions?” Auron asked picking up his sunglasses, perfectly intact.
“Nope, sorry. I didn’t think anyone would be able to get past level eighteen, Auron,” Wakka answered.
“I’m glad you’re settling in, Auron, but I must admit I’m a little surprised you’ve remained with us this long,” Cid said.
“Yeah, what attracts a unsent with a rep like yours to our quiet, little airships?” Tidus asked.
Auron remembered Seymour’s instructions.
“Cid is our single obstacle, Auron. I want you to infiltrate his circle and eliminate him. You’re the only one among us he doesn’t know about and the one man I can trust this mission to.”
“The scenery, bub. The scenery,” Auron answered smoothly.
Tidus glared at Auron suspiciously, and Yuna looked at him skeptically.
Thanx for reading
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Monday, August 16, 2004
Please help me!
Absolutley awesome pic! I'm so totally obsessed with Advent Children these days! Does anyone happen to know how much Advent Children is going to cost? I can't find that info anywhere.
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Friday, August 13, 2004
Final Fantasy X: Chapter 6: Pressing Matters
Final Fantasy X: Chapter 6: Pressing Matters
In the few weeks that Gippal had joined the Gullwings, he had helped Cid build a brand new airship called the Celsius. It was slightly smaller than Cid’s airship, was twice as fast. The Gullwings hadn’t used it very often, but they constantly kept it on maintenance, and took it out for a spin from time to time. It even had a cloaking device.
Today, Yuna and Wakka were flying around the Djose Highroad, and the Djose Temple. Wakka was on the deck, fixing the cloaking device.
“Do you really need to check that cloaking device while we’re doing three hundred miles and hour, Wakka? There are other ways to impress a girl, you know,” Yuna said into the two way radio, while piloting the Celsius.
“C’mon, Yuna. How often does a guy get to tinker with a billion gil piece of hardware like the Celsius? I’ve spent my whole life fantasizing about a budget which could keep up with my ideas. Just wait ‘til you see the plans I’ve got for that Monster Arena in the Calm Lands,” Wakka replied into the radio.
“You boys and your little toys. One of these days I’m going to walk into a room and catch you and Tidus trading Pokemon figures,” Yuna through the radio.
“What’s the story with you guys, anyway? Lulu reckons she heard Tidus sneaking into your room the other night,” Wakka said, closing the panel on the deck.
“Well, I guess she needs to get her ears tested, Wakka. Poor Tidus’s spent the last year and a half trying to pluck up the courage to ask me out to a movie,” Yuna replied into the radio.
“You mean the guy who can lobotomize a Sinscale single-handedly fumbles in his lines in the presence of a skinny little sixteen year-old brunette?” Wakka asked getting to his feet.
“Oh, and you’re Casanova all of a sudden?” Yuna shot back.
“’How could a beautiful, uptown girl like Lulu ever love a man who can’t play blitzball? If only she’d ask to do washing up duty with me instead of that big, mountain-loving communist Kimarhi,” Yuna imitated.
“Very funny,” Wakka said boarding the elevator.
On the ground in the Calm lands, Tidus and Gippal were training. Tidus was chasing after Gippal trying to attack him, and Gippal was supposed to stay away from Tidus. They were working together, so Gippal could become faster.
“Isn’t there some kind of house rule against people eavesdropping on private talking to themselves?” Wakka asked, as the elevator doors slid open.
Wakka passed through the door to the bridge, as Yuna set the Celsius down onto the ground. Wakka walked over to a computer on the right side of the bridge, in a similar spot to where the computer was on Cid’s airship. He pressed a few buttons on the control panel, and then Yuna and Wakka were teleported into the engine room, on Cid’s airship.
“You don’t need to know that a person likes another person to see their tongue hanging out, Wakka McCoy,” Yuna answered.
“Cid to all Gullwings. Sorry to interrupt any of the decadent fantasies you may be having right now, but I just located another potential member in the Djose area. Your presence is required in the school viewing room immediately,” Cid said over the loudspeaker.
Kimarhi and Lulu were the first to come in.
“Is it Seymour, Cid? Do you think he’s finally figured out where you’ve set up the rival operation?” Kimarhi asked.
“Unlikely, considering this gentleman was just captured by the authorities, Kimarhi. Seymour would have leveled half the road before they managed to bring him down,” Cid answered, as Yuna and Wakka came in. “According to satellite pictures, our friend is being transported via chocobo to the Moonflow at the moment. I want you to intercept this convoy with minimum force and bring him back here for his own safety.”
“Sounds simple enough. Any idea who he is?” Tidus asked.
“It’s hard to tell, I’m afraid. I didn’t get to see inside of the carriage, he was being held in, so it’s impossible to be sure, but I suspect we’re dealing with Auron here, Tidus,” Cid answered.
“WHAT?” Tidus shouted.
Kimarhi and Lulu looked at Tidus. Gippal just kept looking at Cid ignoring Tidus’s outburst.
“Tell us you’re jerking our chain, Cid,” Yuna said loosening her the part of her robe around her neck.
Wakka glanced at Yuna and then turned back to Cid.
“Uh, would somebody mind explaining to us newbies who Auron actually is so we can all pee our pants too?” Lulu asked nervously.
“Auron is the most dangerous killer in Spira, Lulu. The only proof he even exists is a blurred picture taken during Braska’s pilgrimage,” Tidus explained. “All we really know about him is that he was part of Yevon in the days when Yevon was just exploited Al Bhed as opposed to routinely executing them. Rumor has it he escaped eighteen months ago and nobody’s seen him since. I guess this means his former masters have finally caught up with him.”
“This is going to be a dangerous operation, Gippal. You’ve only been with us for a couple of weeks, so nobody’s going to hold it against you if you’d prefer to sit this one out,” Cid explained.
No way, Cid. You guys were there for me when the Sinscales tried to fry my ass back on the Djose Highroad, right? It’s only fair I’m there for Auron,” Gippal said, remembering the fear he felt when he saw the Sinscales launch off of Sin’s back.
“Good answer, Gippal. Let’s rock’n’roll,” Tidus said jogging off.
There were three Chocobo Knights escorting two wagons, that were being pulled by chocobos. One of the wagon’s was really long, 36 feet long to be exact. Enough to hold a crap load of Yevon soldiers, and maybe two other people.
“Well, I guess any doubts we had about the authenticity of that tip-off can be dismissed, Auron,” said a man from inside the long carriage. “There ain’t many people on Spira who can take a hundred bullets in the rump and wake up with nothing worse than a hangover.”
“Kinoc?” Auron asked pushing himself up to his feet.
“That’s right, soldier. Welcome back to Yevon,” Kinoc replied.
Auron flung himself at the metal bars, tried to pull them apart, but they wouldn’t budge.
“Whoa. Easy, tiger,” Kinoc said. “I’ve seen your side tear through the side a carriage, just like this one, but then, that’s why we’ve got your side right here.”
Kinoc pointed to Auron’s sword lying on the ground inside it’s hilt, and then grabbed one of the Yevon soldier’s guns. He checked to see if it had any ammo in it.
“Cutting loose from this outfit once is more than any unsent ever managed in the past, old man. Nobody get’s that lucky twice in a lifetime,” Kinoc finished, pointing the gun at Auron’s head.
Auron growled at Kinoc, and was met with a bullet to the head.
POP! POP! POP! POP! POP!
“Sir, what are you doing?” the Yevon soldier asked.
“The same thing we used to do every night when there was nothing good on the sphere screen. Remember the laughs we used to have with your unsent abilities, Auron?” Kinoc asked with another POP.
When Kinoc finished, the bullets lay astray on the ground. Two of them were lined up with Kinoc’s shadow so that they looked like sinister yellow eyes. Auron lay on the ground in the fetile position, his teeth gritted together.
“You could shoot him, stab him, crack his head open with an iron bar… His unsent powers meant that he could always just piece himself back together again. Hell, Big Jim Grant even doused him in gasoline and set him alight one time, and he was still up for Yevon’s Thunder Plains operation two days later. Shame the same couldn’t be said for that little snot we had to scoop up in those plastic bags at the travel agency,” Kinoc explained.
“You dirty son of a…”
“Watch your mouth, Auron,” Kinoc snapped popping off a bullet.
Auron fell silent.
“Have as much fun as you like with him, boys. We’re wiping his mind clean again once we get back to base, so he ain’t gonna remember any names or faces anyway,” Kinoc said.
A tear trickled down Auron’s eyes. Kinoc pulled out a pipe, and lit it.
“Your butt belongs to us, Auron. We caught you, we trained you and we rebuilt you to be the security service’s number one killing machine,” Kinoc said as the soldiers emptied several magazines of ammunition on Auron. “It’s time you learned that the only way anyone leaves Yevon is in a bodybag, Auron.”
It seemed that all was lost for Auron. He was stuck in a carriage heading the Moonflow and from there: who knows where? His old friend Maester Kinoc had imprisoned him, and right now, he was being tortured simply for being an unsent. There seemed to be no hope for Auron.
A few miles ahead, one of the Chocobo Knight’s mouth dropped.
Dead ahead of him stood the Gullwings, with the Celsius resting behind it.
Gippal stood all the way on the right, with Yuna standing to his left. Tidus was also on the right, although he was closer to the middle. Lulu stood next to him with her hands on her hips. Wakka was crouched down on the ground in between Lulu and Kimarhi, tired of standing up. Kimarhi was standing at his full height with his arms crossed. The whole entire group looked menacing to the Chocobo Knights.
“Blow them away, Lulu,” Tidus ordered.
Lulu cast two blizzard spells, knocking two of charging Chocobo Knight’s off their chocobos. Then she cast two more, knocking the last Chocobo to the ground, and killing the chocobo that was pulling the carriage Auron was in.
“Wakka and Kimarhi, get Auron out of the carriage. Everyone else, keep these dirtbags occupied and don’t forget for a second that they’re all qualified PhDs in maneuvers,” Tidus ordered striking a Yevon soldier with his Caldbolg.
Kimarhi tore open the back door to the carriage, and Wakka jumped in. Yuna summoned Valefor and had him take at two Yevon flamethrowers. Gippal used the machina from a few weeks ago at the Djose Highroad to take out a YKT-63.
Back in the carriage, Kimarhi uppercutted a YAT-99 with his Spirit Lance, and Wakka finished it off with a shot from his World Champion.
“I hate the way Tidus keeps ordering everyone around like he’s in charge,” Kimarhi commented. “Did you know he’s a year younger than us?”
When Kimarhi and Wakka reached the steel bars, Kimarhi pulled out his Spirit Lance.
“Grab the Maester, you morons!” Auron shouted. “He’s the only one with the keys to the ten-digit code to get me outta this cell!”
“Take it easy, Auron. Slicing tin bars is how I used to make pocket money,” Kimarhi explained, pinning his Spirit Lance in-between two bars.
“Shame these ain’t tin bars, cat-breath,” Auron growled.
Kinoc was frantically rushing over to a Chocobo carriage. A Yevon soldier who saw him trailing off followed him.
“Maester! What about the men?” the Yevon soldier called out, “Maester?!”
But Kinoc simply continued toward the carriage with the Yevon soldier behind him.
“Hurry up with that lock, tubby. I’m losing my motivation to kill Kinoc,” Auron said.
“You know considering we’re the ones breaking you out of this place, I really don’t appreciate these comments about my weight, Auron,” Wakka said, playing with the lock, with Kimarhi’s spear.
Finally, when he got it open, Auron plowed his way through the both of them, and took off, grabbing his sword as he ran.
“Well, don’t eat so much, butterball,” Auron shouted back in reply.
“HEY!” Kimarhi shouted chasing after him.
“Bad news, Tidus. I’ve just got a message from Wakka asking me to break it to you gently that they’ve just lost Auron,” Yuna said.
“WHAT?!” Tidus exclaimed.
A moment later Auron flew over both of their heads, in a hover, with a determinedly grim look on his face. For a moment Tidus and Yuna were just speechless.
“Wow. Nice hover,” Lulu commented watching Auron speed away.
“Don’t just stand there catching flies in your mouths! Get after him!” Tidus ordered.
“C’mon, Leibowitz! Doesn’t this chocobo go any faster?!” Kinoc asked pleadingly.
“Maester, I go any faster and this chocobo will end up getting a heart attack,” the Yevon soldier answered.
“All I ask is that extra ten percent, soldier,” Kinoc said pulling out a gun.
“Wait, there’s something up ahead on the road!” the Yevon soldier exclaimed.
It was Auron, leaning against his hover, which was parked sideways in the middle of the path to Djose Highroad.
“Boo,” Auron said.
“HOLY S!@#!” the Yevon soldier screamed, veering the Chocobo off the path.
The Chocobo stumbled off the path and must have fallen a hundred feet. When Kinoc woke up, the Chocobo was lyin on the ground 20 feet behind him, the Yevon soldier’s body was lying face down behind him, and the Yevon soldier’s head was lying directly in front of him.
“LIEBOWITZ?! YEVON HELP ME! YOU JUST BROKE HIS FREAKIN’ NECK!” Kinoc shouted.
“Lucky Leibowitz,” Auron said pulling his sword of it’s sheath.
“Auron, No! Don’t kill him!” Yuna shouted, while Auron took a swig of rum, from his jug, “I can’t imagine what that animal put you through over the years, but murder him out here like this and all you’re going to do is prove that the papers are right about us.”
“Babe, do I look like the kind of guy who lies awake at night worrying about the public’s perception of unsents?” Auron asked, using his sword to make a long scar across Auron’s face.
“You’ve had a hard enough day, big man. Don’t make me hurt you,” Yuna said beginning to Summon Valefor.
Kimarhi and Wakka finally reached Yuna as they saw Valefor fly over head.
“And how do you propose to do that, gorgeous? Hit me with a high-heel? Smack me in the face with your Barbie purse?” Auron asked.
Valefor flew low to the ground and punctured Auron’s armor right in the chest, sending him flying into a rock. WAMMO! Then Auron slid to the ground without a sound, and didn’t move a muscle.
“Not exactly. Yuna to Tidus, get the Celsius up here and lets get Auron back to the Calm Lands before some local calls 1-800-YEVON,” Yuna ordered through the radio.
Kimarhi and Wakka went over to pick Auron up, and Yuna walked straight over to Kinoc.
“And if you even think about thanking me for saving your ass, I swear to god I’ll get Valefor over here to rip your head off his his talons,” Yuna threatened, “Filth.”
“He’s in, but we were lucky this time, Seymour,” Brother said, “I mean what were the chances of those Yevonites crawling out of the woodwork like that? And who the heck gave them details of when our Mi’hen Highroad connection was meeting Auron at the Travel Agency?” Brother asked.
“Oh, who do think, Brother? It was me, you idiot,” Seymour answered.
“What?” Dona asked.
“The unsent’s most highly trained assassin rings his doorbell and Cid Xavier isn’t supposed to be suspicious? Credit him with some intelligence, please,” Seymour explained, “A little sleight of hand and our dear Cid actually sought out the man I sent to kill him, leaving us the chance to concentrate on more pressing matters.”
A picture of Bevelle palace appeared on an overhead screen.
Thanx for reading
Sephistrife15
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Tuesday, August 10, 2004
Frustration
Why????? Why can't I get to level 50? Some of you may know what I'm talking about, and some may not. It's from a game called .hack//mutation. I know Petey will know what I'm talking about when he reads this at least. I keep dying. I'm at level 49, and these stupid monsters (mostly Sphinx Menhirs) are so annoying. They won't leave me alone. Why can't I just fight a dozen Ironball titans? They're big, tough, and easy to defeat. By the way, anyone who doesn't know what I'm talking about should start playing the .hack games. They're really fun. But ther'yre for the ps2, so if you don't have one, then your screwed. Okay, buh-bye!
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Sunday, August 1, 2004
Pages (15): [ First ][ Previous ] 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 [ Next ] [ Last ]Final Fantasy X: Chapter 5: Auron’s Down
Auron walked along the Mi’hen Highroad. It was sunny as usual. Not to hot. Not to cold. Just right. Not a lot of people were traveling along the highroad today. The most Auron had seen were three chocobos, four ordinary people, and two Yevon soldiers.
Auron was wearing his usual garb. Sunglasses, big red trenchcoat, armor, black pants, black armored boots, big sword in hilt. Not much different from every other day. He even had his jug of whiskey with him.
A Raldo suddenly dashed out in front of him. A Raldo was one of those small brown fiends, with that hard shell, that Auron loved to kill. He remembered the days with Braska, where he took much pleasure in killing them on the Mi’hen Highroad, and then roasting them for dinner that night.
(Boy, were they good!) Auron thought with a wicked smile on his face.
But Auron had no time for fun and games. He drew out his sword quickly, jogged over to the Raldo, and slammed his sword down on it’s stubby arm. With a cry of pain, the Raldo dropped to the floor, and disappeared, the pyreflies floating away.
Auron continued up the hill, until he saw Rin’s Travel Agency.
“I can’t believe you just waltzed through Mushroom Rock Road like that, Auron,” said a blonde boy about the age of 15, walking over to Auron.
He was an Al Bhed boy, working for Seymour. He wasn’t dressed to lightly which wasn’t the greatest idea on a hot summer day like this.
“The Crusaders not noticing that you were an unsent is one thing, but how does a guy with an steel sword avoid not getting recognized by the Crusaders as one of the most wanted men in Spira?” the Al Bhed boy asked.
“Three little words, boy,” Auron said. “I’m a professional.”
Auron then walked away, leaving the boy behind.
After a moments hesitation, the boy then jogged off after him.
“Look. We respect the fact that you like to work alone. Seymour just wanted me to let you know that the Al Bhed Luca cell is ready and primed if you need us,” the Al Bhed boy explained.
“For what? Doing my laundry?” Auron asked sarcastically. “This is a pretty straightforward hit, kid. Find Cid Xavier, infiltrate the little team he’s putting together…”
Up on the roof of the Travel Agency, 5 Yevon soldiers waited for orders, both of their guns pointed directly at Auron and the Al Bhed. Another man was up there as well. His name was Kinoc Wraith. A Maester. He was a bald plump man. He had a golden head band around his forehead, and wore long yellow robes. Again, not the best choice for a hot summer day like this one.
“…and then gut the son of a gun like a trout. I don’t need a bunch of low-grade amateur terrorists hanging around making life complicated,” Auron finished.
“Fooling Cid’s gonna be tougher than you think, man. I mean, how do you get close enough to kill a guy who’s in an airship?” the Al Bhed boy asked.
“Like I said, shortstuff. I’m…”
“What?”
Auron turned around sharply.
“Something’s wrong.”
At the very least, 31 bullets hailed down on Auron and the Al Bhed boy. They both dropped like rocks, unmoving.
“Hold your fire, boys. We got him,” Maester Kinoc said.
The five Yevon soldiers and Maester Kinoc, hopped off the roof, and rushed over the Auron and the Al Bhed boy. The Al Bhed boy was definetly dead, his face shredded to pieces. Auron was still alive, or rather didn’t disappear, since he was already dead. His glasses were in pieces scattered on the ground, with his mouth and eyes wide open.
“Auron’s down,” Maester Kinoc declared.
Thanx for reading
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