Monday, September 20, 2004
"Isaaru, why doesn't that man have any clothes on?"
"Good question." replied Isaaru's other brother evenly, swiftly attempting to turn the child around and steer him in the opposite direction.
Isaaru, feeling a little overheated in his bulky robes, couldn't help but envy the man slightly. Even with all nonessential layers stripped off, he was practically baking in this heat. His hair hung loose around his shoulders, shielding the back of his neck from the sun- the weather had brought out its red tint, which always incited some rather teasing comments from his brothers.
It was strange, but he was sure he recognised the man from somewhere. Discreetly, Isaaru watched him as he turned away, trying not to look as if he was doing so. There was something so familiar about him, it was almost frustrating that Isaaru couldn't place him. Meanwhile, Maroda was tugging Pacce's arm.
"Stop staring!"
"If he doesn't want people to stare at him he should put some clothes on," replied Pacce matter-of-factly.
"Come on, Pacce. Leave him alone. Look, those ladies are helping him now, see?"
"He doesn't look very happy about it."
"I'm sure he'd be a lot happier if you stopped looking at him!"
"Sweet gods," interjected Isaaru, who'd just realised where he recognised the man from. "That's Sir Auron."
Wide-eyed, Maroda turned around and stared at him.
Isaaru @ 10:34 p.m.
Monday, September 20, 2004
Catching his breath, Zell leaned against the pale wall of the Training Room. Sliding down the wall he sat against the cool ground hugging his knees. 'Why do I bother training?' He asked himself. It had been so long since he needed to use his skills. And he visited the training center everyday. In hopes that maybe he will have to use his skills someday.
It had been some time now since Balamb had any excitement. And of all people, Zell, was the one going out of his mind. He hated being bored. HATED it. Looking around the grassy plain he was resting along he rolled his eyes. 'What happened to everyone? Did they all forget how to have fun?'
Slowly getting up and dusting himself off. He equipped the 'no encounter' ability and headed towards the entrance. He had enough training for today. Hanging his head low in a defeated manner he left the area and walked down the empty halls.
Zell @ 04:46 p.m.
Monday, September 20, 2004
This is, by far, the most obnoxious headache I've ever had... I have a headache? Pale violet eyes opened to a familiar surrounding, but an unfamiliar ceiling. What... in Yevon's name...? Seymour sat up and looked around. It was his room... at least, he thought it was his room. Except it looked as if a rotten interior decorator took ahold of it and splashed it with gaudy designs and clashing colors.
He stood up and looked around, his eyes narrowing in disgust as he looked about his room.
What... happened...? Is this some sort of sick joke? He mused, curling a lip and exiting the room, determined to find an answer. What he saw was something completely different.
Tromell...? he started down the stairs and watched Tromell for a moment, lips slightly parted.
"Lord Seymour...? Wh-What are you doing here?" Tromell sounded the same as always and walked towards his former lord, wrapping his arms tightly around Seymour's waist.
"Enough, Tromell," Seymour pat the old guado on the shoulder as Tromell stepped back.
"What are you doing out of the farplane...?" Tromell asked.
Farplane...? Seymour raised an eyebrow at Tromell. Although annoyed some of the time with the elder, Seymour couldn't help but respect Tromell. He showed nothing but undying loyalty to him.
"Lord Seymour, I beg of you, go rest in the farplane." Tromell encouraged, then paused. "How is it that you are out? You don't smell of the farplane at all..."
"Should I?" Seymour asked, cocking his head to the side. What the hell is going on...?
Seymour @ 04:37 p.m.
Monday, September 20, 2004
She wasn't entirely sure what she was feeling, but she rolled over, and immediately felt something cold agaisnt her face, her body. Almost instantantly she felt a chill and her teeth began to chatter.
"Where..?" She croaked, and Yunalesca nearly yelped at the pain using her voice caused. Her throat was raw, and dry, and she turned to began coughing against her snowy bed.
Snow?...She must be at Mount Gagzet. She coughed again and managed to get to her hands and knees. The wind was cold and harsh, and her golden eyes could barely make out the shapes of rocks jutting out to reach the sky.
"Hello?" She choked out, ignoring the pain. She stumbled up wearily to her feet, "HELLO?"
Yunalesca @ 01:38 p.m.
Monday, September 20, 2004
Wakka blinked again, and pu a hand on Braska's shoulder. He knew the man from when he was quite young, Yuna and Wakka used to kick the blitzball around before. "I'm Wakka, you knew me when I was younger. I played with your daughter, Yuna. You're following me, ya?" he continued, "Well, you died fighting SIN a very long time ago. Heck, Yuna went on her own pilgramedge as High Summoner, and we defeated SIN! Now she's a Sphere Hunter with the Gullwings. Still with me Sir?"
Wakka @ 02:07 a.m.
Monday, September 20, 2004
An auburn colored eye slowly opened to a bright light, blinding it for a moment as it adjusted to the surroundings. The man coughed loudly and sat up with a struggle. "Oh..." the man muttered as he felt a stinging pain ride up his spine. He looked around and noticed that he was sitting in the middle of a desert, with small dunes, and a bright sun, beating down upon the area. He smacked his lips together to try and saturate his mouth with saliva, he was dying of thirst.
Snorting a little, he popped his spine and went to stand. Being thirsty was the last thing on his mind when he looked down. "Shit..." he breathed, seeing his genitalia flying in the breeze. He immidiately cupped himself and made off in a random direction. Stepping light and quickly, so as not to burn his bare feet, he made his way inland and noticed that he was on a beach of some sort. I don't recognize this place... he thought, seeing a line of tan adobe biuldings and houses.
With no hesitation he turned and ran to the edge of the water and threw himself in. A loud splash could be heard, which caught the attention of some passer by. He sighed with relief as he floated idly, enjoying the cool water against his hot skin.
"Sanubia...?" he said aloud, raising a brow, "This can't be..." he reassured himself as he swam back to shore. When climbed out he noticed there were several women huddling around him. He groaned and sank down against the sand, feeling like shit, and completely drained of energy.
"This isn't a nude beach, you pervert." one of the girls snapped, placing a hand firmly on her bare hip. The other three girls just stared at him, one blushing a little.
"Excuse me?" Auron asked, "Nude beach?"
"Yeah, a nude beach. Get some clothes on."
"I don't... have any." he mumbled. One of the girls ran off and came back a few moments later with a towel and tossed it to him. "Here you are, this'll do until you can find some. "Monica!?" one of them bitched, "Don't be nice!?" she continued.
The nice girl ignored her friend and watched the man cover himself. "What's you name?"
"My name? My name... it's Auron, I think..." he said looking down, remembering another shred of his memory.
"Well, Auron, there's a shop on main street where you can get some duds."
"Duds?" he repeated.
"Clothes, hon." the girl smiled. Her other friends huffed and
stomped off, rolling their eyes. "Ignore them. Come on, I'll show you."
Auron @ 01:40 a.m.
Monday, September 20, 2004
"Dead?" Braska blinked up at the larger man, sure that his eyes looked as large as they felt. "Surely you must be joking. And, though I'm always for a bit of fun, this is not funny." Braska couldn't believe it. There was absolutely no way he could have been dead. Why, just a few moments ago, he was in the Calm Lands, summoning the Final Aeon. But Dead? Did that mean he was dead now? Should he try to send himself to see? "This is rediculous, who are you, anyway?"
Braska @ 02:00 a.m.
Monday, September 20, 2004
Wakka had been practicing with the Aurochs all day. They had to get better! This year, they'd take the cup in Luca, even without Tidus. Since he'd vanished, the Aurochs had slipped into a rut, losing more than half of all their matches, even after Yuna had tried coaching them. Wakka drilled them every day, rain or no, sunny or cloudy. It was really getting on his nerves, the smug looks the other teams gave!
Wakka turned and blinked, falling over as he recieved a blitzball to the side of the head. Grumbling, he stood up, dusting sand from his outfit and face. He turned to his team and shouted, "Okay guys! Practice on your own, ya?"
He turned and bustled over to Braska, staring, jaw hanging open. "M-M-Mister Braska?! What in Spira's name're you doing back in Besaid? N-Not that you're not welcome.. but.. well... you've been -dead- for a very long time Sir."
Wakka @ 01:42 a.m.
Monday, September 20, 2004
Braska sat up, his head swimming sickeningly. Where was he? Through blurry eyes, he saw green, and blue, and white. He closed his eyes once more and lay back, feeling hot sand beneath one limp hand. Sand? The last thing he remembered was being in the Calm Lands, Sin looming far above him. And there was definately no sand like this there.
The ringing in his ears subsided, and the raucous call of seagulls fought with the sound of crashing waves, and the sent of sea air filled him. Sea? He opened his eyes once more and struggled to his feet. How could he have not noticed that his clothes were soaked through?
His vision a little clear, his head not hurting quite as badly, he looked around again. Besaid...he was in Besaid. How in hell? Shouts down the beach caught his attention, and he moved toward them, his sodden robe making the going difficult. Damn these things. Up ahead he saw a group of men, in yellow uniforms. The Besaid blitzball team. Weren't they the Aurochs? The Aurons? He just couldn't quite remember. He stumbled on, and raised a hand when one of them finally noticed him, a rather large individual with oddly swept red hair.
Braska @ 01:21 a.m.
Saturday, September 19, 2004
Fucking testing
testing @ 09:32 p.m.
Part of a former crack Sphere Hunter team, Rikku is quite able to handle herself. Sassy and in command, she knows what she wants, and she'll get it. Or she'll know why. She can be a bit whiney, and tends to be a bit of a follower, but is strong in her own right. Yunie is her best friend, and as for a sig other...well, there isn't really anyone. And Brother is always on her case, about her language ("Disatorific!" is apparently not a word) and her behaviour.
Jecht is a man who you think you'd more likely see in a bar than fighting fiends. But, be as that may, the "Man from Zanarkand" became one of Braska's guardians, even if it it was only to get out of jail. So committed did he become, he let himself be transformed into an aeon for Braska's final battle with Sin. Short-tempered, with a fun-streak a mile wide, Jecht was (and still is) a thorn in Auron's side.
Cid is a dreamer really, a man who hasnt given up his dream to touch the stars, even after a failed rocket flight
attempt. Always a man to say whats on his mind, brash, swears, smokes, drinks, he remains a very loyal comrade, a tough fighting dragoon, is able to drive just about anything, and fix it in the meantime.
Sephiroth is the infamous ex-general megalomaniac who tried to use Meteor on the planet. After the worlds collided, Jenova seemed to disappear and Sephiroth woke to a nice shock of what he had tried to do. Eager to settle the score with Cloud and co., Sephiroth goes on a search for them. Cold, apathetic and not afraid to laugh at his own jokes, Sephiroth proves to be a worthy, but weird adversary.
Lah-Nah is an exceptionally smart Moomba. He was taken in by Laguna at a young age, while Laguna was teaching Moombas to talk. At first, he seemed slower than all the others, pronouncing Laguna as "Lah nah!" Laguna thought this was really cute, and named him "Lah-Nah". The two grew really close, and for a while they were hardly seen apart, though Lah-Nah lives on his own now. His voice is high-pitched and growly, and he sounds perpetually cheerful, which he is!