Alaia Skyhawk: Be prepared, be very prepared, because I'm going to be taking the mick out of every scene I can possibly turn into a parody.

Same disclaimer as was used on the original version of this scene.

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Outtake 1: Chapter 6: Prequel to a Restoration.

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(At the Inn in Sinoa)

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Vayla felt like pulling her hair out. Yuan had made it to Sinoa an hour after them and despite being out of breath he immediately launched into another bout of questioning... and this time Vayla was the only one available.

Where the hell is Kratos. If he doesn't get back here soon I'm going to burn that annoying, blabbering, moron to a crisp! I'll...

"Hey, Vayla. What does..."

"THAT'S IT!!!"

Vayla stomped over to Yuan and put him in a headlock.

"IF YOU DON'T STOP ASKING QUESTIONS ABOUT BLOODY FLYING I'M GOING TO..."

The door to the room opened. Kratos, who was carrying Mithos, was followed in by Martel who was carring the parcels full of clothing. Vayla quickly let go of Yuan. Kratos raised an eyebrow.

"Vayla, what were you doing?"

Vayla put her hands behind her back and put on her 'innocent' look.

"Nothing, Kratos. Yuan and I were just debating the matter of when it's not ok to ask questions."

Kratos looked at her knowingly.

"Really...? If you decide to continue the debate, try not to take his head off in the process... Well, I'd like to introduce you to Martel," he looked down at the boy in his arms, "and this is Mithos." He then looked directly into Vayla's eyes. "They'll be travelling with us..."

Vayla looked surprised.

"Really?" Are you sure? Is she the kind of person we've been looking for?

"Yes."

Vayla smiled. Martel smiled back and Mithos giggled.

"Well then. Welcome to our group. I'm Vayla. I'd introduce you to Noishe, but he isn't here right now...and this is Yuan."

She turned towards the blue haired half-elf who was staring, dumbstruck, at Martel. Vayla waved a hand in front of his face.

"Uh... Yuuuan... Symphonia to Yuan."

Suddenly he mumbled.

"Nice ass...

Martel turned beet red as Kratos began to chuckle.

"Nice rack too..."

Kratos looked at Martel as her face turned purple with fury.

A split second later a certain lightning mage was shreiking for mercy as the half-elven woman proceeded to beat the crap out of him.

The auburn haired swordsman looked across the room at Vayla and laughed as turquoise hair began to fly.

"At least he stopped asking questions..."

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Alaia Skyhawk: Hmm, that was ok, but there'll be better ones than that.