テイルズオズロイドニア
Tales of Lloydnia
By: Fehize
-slaps self- BAD, BAAAAAAD Fehize! You should be writing the OTHER stories! Not making a new one!
"LLOYD SLYVERSTON!" rang the voice loud and clear as the whole upstairs floor resonated with the sheer volume.
"LLOYD SLYVERSTON! HAVE YOU CLEANED YOUR ROOM?" cried the voice once again, echoing through the hall made of metal and clear glass.
There was a sense of something new as the view switched from one section to another. On the floor was the latest in flooring, old and ancient wood sent from the dying forests of China. China, the second super power, and America, the other super power, were always trying to outbid each other for the latest goods and products. Competition, after all, sparked innovation.
Closely right behind such two main people were the other first-world countries. Countries such as England with their latest developments on starships for luxury trips towards the Moon, and Japan, whose technology is still sought out my larger countries. Technology such as the innovative 'flying vechile' and the solar-powered, 3,000 horsepower engine. Naturally, video games still were in existence, making forth use of the 3-D VEEsoR, which stood for Video Enchantment Electronic SenOry Receptor. The VEEsoR – a product of the ancient, yet loved, gaming company, Nintendo – was an object that allowed the user to go 'into the game,' in theory. Their physical bodies were still in the real world, but the nervous system was connected to the games. That is, until parents pull that plug to scold for not doing homework on time…
"LLOYD!" came the female scream again. "LLOYD SLYVERSTON! YOU BETTER ANSWER ME NOW!"
From high above, in a room being suspended by the opposing sides of a magnet, a teenager's voice yelled back through the same glass and metal hallway. "IT'S NOT LLOYD 'SLYVERSTON!"
"SHUT UP! I ADOPTED YOU, SO YOU BETTER LISTEN TO ME!" came the cry back, but by then, the metal sliding door closed shut, blocking out any sounds not being created by the small room.
A certain brown haired teenager, wearing a bright red vest with white buttons – all made from the best synthetic silk money could buy – yawned as he stretched his arms high in the air for a moment. Smacking his lips together to get some feeling back in them, he jumped up on his little red sneakers. Red was his FAVORITE color of ALLL time, in fact! His 'friends' at school said it was too easy to 'have a nice picking at him' 'cause he was SO obvious he was around. With an after-thought, he rubbed his hand against his face where one of those 'friends' had 'played' around for a bit. That punch HURT! If it wasn't for the medication that the nurse gave him, after much scolding, he would have walked home to adopted mother of hell. Seriously! Who named their kid Proinma! What were they THINKING? What were they ON? the sixteen/seventeen year old brown haired teenager mussed as he stuck his hands into the black pants. He was wearing his favorite two brown silver belts around his waist, and it was always fun hearing them clink together.
At a first glance, one would assume his features to be either cute or normal looking, but never handsome. He had this brown hair that was matted down ALWAYS in the morning in such a way that it covered one of his also brown eyes. It made him look too s-e-r-i-o-u-s and a-n-g-s-t-y, and he HATED looking like that. It was awkward for he was the optimistic and the cheerful type! Whatever the case, that hair refused to do anything to get out of it until it met phe3r Hair Gel every morning. Within five minutes, he could make his hair go almost vertical, but not exactly. The hair, wanting to extract something akin to revenge, managed to go down SLIGHTLY, but it gave forth a look that yelled 'Hi world! I am LLOYD!'
"LLOYD? WHAT ARE YOU DOING? YOUR MOTHER IS WONDERING IF YOU HAVE CLEANED YOUR ROOM YET." There was a pause for a few seconds as the crystal clear, robotic voice filled the room. "IT SEEMS NOT. NO MATTER, I AM SURE YOU WOULD NOT HAVE WANTED ME TO TELL MAM PRONIMA ANYTHING…
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING LLOYD?" the voice asked again as the figure stepped outside the charging room that was adjacent to Lloyd's own room. His room had the latest game stacked up from the floor to the ceiling, a 'gift' from his 'mother' in order to keep him quiet and not ruin her many parties with very important people from 'The Circle.' On one side was a holo-TV set-up, connected to the VEEsoR and other things – like the Qbox 3 Billion and the PSB1337 – to keep him entertained with the prime video games. On the other side was the largest Super Hi-DEF OLCD screen that could be bought in the antique stores; 30 feet long and 25 feet tall, it was a monster in it's old days. That TV was at LEAST twenty or so years old, the poor thing. Connect to those were an EVEN older system of platforms that had mediocre polygons and VASTLY outdated chips. Even BABY toys had stuff better than what resided in those plastic cases.
BUT, they also housed the games a certain Lloyd LOVED the best.
Buying them from God-Knows-Where, he had maintained, fixed, and restored one of those precious items (the others were being dissected and probed at the moment); the ancient and most precious of them all… The Nintendo GameCube. More importantly, he had searched the OLDEST files on the internet for the ROM of many games. One of which was called 'Tales of Symphonia'. At first, it seemed like a STUPID game, but after releasing one seal, he got used to it. Saving the world? An evil ninja? Hell YAH! And the graphics seemed cute, even if they were a BIT choppy. Or a lot of a BIT… Currently, he HATES that Kratos dude though! Who does that character think he is? GOD? He loved Lloyd though, and he SHOULD! Same color scheme, same hair style, same NAME. Well, there is that rumor that goes around, stating that everyone has a double… Who was to think I would find mine in a GAME?
Yawning slightly, for merely being bored, he aimed his head at the robot who was talking. She was an odd thing, something that a co-worked of Proinma had made, decked out with green hair tied in one LOOONG braid. A little black and white hat was placed upon her head, tucked on top of her long, green bangs. She also had the same green eyes with a pale composition, all decked off with a black and white dress/outfit thing with green trimmings. Her boots were something else as well, following the same color scheme. She was a robot, made by…Altessia? Something like that. Anyways, he had stated that Lloyd would 'need her one day for future enjoyment,' whatever THAT meant, but Lloyd was not one to turn down a present! Her name was called Tabatha, and for some reason, it stuck like candy.
"I'm going to see if I can play some more of that Tales of Symphonia game! CAN'T wait to see that Colette chick become an angel! You know what, though? The back of the box says something like 'save the two worlds'. You think they mean that Silverate place and Angel-Chibi-Tenshi Land?"
"I BELIEVE THAT THE LAND IS CALLED SYLVARANT, LLOYD," Tabatha exclaimed while moving her hand back and forth. "BUT YOU SHOULD KNOW IT'S NOTHING BUT AN ANCIENT VIDEO GAME, LONG SINCE OUTDATED BY MODERN DAY THINGS."
"Duh! I KNOW that, but if it still existed out there in the net, then it MUST have been a great game at one time, right? I'm just trying to finish it up! Who knows, maybe I can hack into to it to make it work with a VEEsoR!" Hacking was NOT his strong point, but taking things apart and fixing them piece by piece was. Yes, he could hack into things, but it took toooo looonnnnggggg.
Crawling down on his hands and knees, he plugged up the old little cube towards the larger TV. He had already fixed that little box to display those polygons on a TV his size – to think that the biggest ones were about as big as him? – but he had to add extra cords. All of them were connected to his computer, which were then connect to the Cube, and then the TV. All in all, WAY too many cords to keep track of sometimes. "Hey, Tabatha, where does this green one go? I forgot."
She bent down next to him to make sure that he was doing the correct thing. "LLOYD, IT GOES RIGHT THERE NEXT TO THE RED ONE. YOU SHOULD KNOW AS YOU SET UP THE COLOR SCHEME TO MATCH YOUR QUILT, REMEMBER. YOU HATE PINK AND LAVANDER, SO THEY ARE AT THE END. HERE," she said while plucking the jack out of his hands and into the correct slot, "IS WHERE IT GOES."
She was silent for a moment as Lloyd smiled and gave her the thumbs up sign. Oh, he couldn't WAIT! He wanted to turn on the power, switch his controls over towards Lloyd, and…HAVE MORE KILLS THAN KRATOS! MUWAHAHAHAHS! he cried out in his head. For some reason, that DARN computer program, old as it is, continues to make the red headed mercenary CPU kill HIS kill!
Oh well, I'm sure I've gotten used to the controls already… he casually thought as he set up his 1st player remote. That, too, was an ancient object, bought for a mere 100 Yen. The store owner had practically begged him to take it away from the small and dusty shop.
There was a small tinkling noise as a pale hand gently thrust forth the second remote. "MAY I PLAY WITH YOU AS WELL, LLOYD? MAYBE I CAN BE GENIS AND WE CAN BE TOGETHER TO DEFEAT ANY OPPONENT IN THE WAY. I CAN ALSO BE A GOOD RAINE IF YOU WANT. I CAN ANALYZE WHAT IS BEST FOR MOVEMENT AND ATTACKS FOR ANY ONE OF THEM WITH MY INTERNAL HARDWARE."
With a little click, Lloyd places in Tabatha's as well. It was odd for her to ask to play for she normally ran the house-business while she was running. Oh well. I guess 'MOM' would have to do it today. "Alright, Tabatha! All I have to do is hit the little button and we are all set!"
With a simple, and tiny push of his hand, there was a clicking noise.
But not start-up noise.
Eh? he thought as he pushed again and again. Twenty pushes later and STILL no sound of the small fan going, of the out-dated disk spinning. It was working yesterday…Why the hell isn't it working TODAY? Pouting, he turned his head over towards the green haired robot, which was looking back with a confused expression. Shrugging, the brown haired teen showed he had no clue what was going on.
Suddenly, Tabatha stood up. "I SENSE AN OVERLOAD IN THE AMOUNT OF ELECTRICAL CURRENTS YOU ARE USING IN THIS HOUSEHOLD. IT SEEMS THAT MAM PROINMA HAS TURNED ON HER WEIGHT-LOSS MACHINE 3000. RECONMEND SHUTTING OFF TV FOR POWER SAFETY."
"Yeah, yeah. I'll just jam the circuit breakers like I always do. No sweat!" With a little jump, he left his room. The metal door left a small hiss for a few moments before closing, being sluggish for the massive energy guzzle that 'mother' was using downstairs. Lloyd walked down a fleet of stairs and then entered the garage where his own floating car was housed in. Right next towards the tool section was a pair of small, metal doors that housed the only thing keeping HIM from a nice time being lazy.
Flipping the doors open with a screwdriver, he hummed. "Well," Lloyd said as he plugged the switch for his room back to 'ON', holding it still with a little butter knife, "THAT should take care of everything!"
Closing the flimsy doors, he raced up towards his room as a little red blur. Waiting for the metal door took even LONGER, but it was worth the wait. Running inside, he hit the power button and was pleased to hear the motor run and do its thing. "See, Tabatha! Who's the genius? Lloyd is!" Eagerly waiting for the game to start, he was disappointed when he reached the menu screen.
There was NO data! NONE!
"Goddammit!" he cursed as the robot gave him a look. She was apparently programmed to do that whenever he yelled like that. "Why isn't it WORK-ING?" He was FUMING. Lloyd stubbornly refused defeat from the old Cube, however. Looking closer at the square box thing, he realized that there were these two empty flaps that read 'Memory Cards Slot'. What's a Memory Card? Confused, he did the most stupidest thing he has done in a while.
Lloyd stuck the TIP of his pinky inside the flap.
The birds were singing as a certain white-haired child walked around the grounds of a wooden schoolyard. The day was just beginning, and he was bored. The only ones around at that hour were his sister and his best friend, Colette.
"Hey, Colette?" he began as he turned his head to face hers. His white hair moved gently in the wind, and his grey-blue eyes stated that he wished some BIG would happen soon. "What do you think Raine is going to do in class today? I heard she was going to go over the Desians, but you know she refuses to let me go THAT far ahead in class studies, even if I do know it."
The blue eyes from the faired haired girl blinked for a moment's thought before she answered back. "I think she might. The Priests at the Temple said they had an omen this morning. The Oracle just might come today, but I am not-"
"TABATHAAAAAAAA! GET THIS FUCKING THING OFF OF MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
"HOLD STILL, LLOYD! YOU ARE MOVING TOO MUCH FOR ME TO PULL IT OFF CORRECTLY."
That certainly did stun the two people hanging outside. "Did you hear that, Colette?" Genis began as he stood up. Maybe it was some serious misplaced thought, but maybe it was a real sound he heard.
"It sounds like it's coming from over there! Maybe it's an escapee from the ranch!" she cried out, quickly getting ready to move over towards the forest. In her hands were the two chakurams, ready to attack the possible enemy.
Genis was caught of guard, naturally, when two ODDLY dressed people stumbled and fell out of the brush. The woman was at least 20 or so, but the brown haired kid could be one year older than Colette! He was pulling at his hair, a lot, trying to shoo something away, it seemed.
As if aware that he was being watched, he suddenly stopped and took a dead-on gaze right at the half-elf before slowly turning his head towards the Chosen.
The brown haired teen fainted.
THUD.
Updated in order to add the silly Line Breaks.
ENJOY~!