THE LIFE AND DEATH OF A GEEZARD
Disclaimer; FF8 (or Geezards, unfortunately) do not belong to me. They belong to Square-Enix.
A.N.; No anti-Geezard flames, please! I think they quite plainly rock. Why? Because, despite being so pathetically weak, they're…I dunno, resilient. I was playing FF8 the other day, and after killing the Geezard in one fatal swoop, I just mused to myself; 'Why do they even try?'. So, I thought it'd be interesting to try and enter the mindset of a Geezard, and I realised I in a way I admire their optimism. This story is an ode to the highly loveable creatures, so please r&r with your (pro-Geezard) feedback! XD
The Geezard woke up, optimism reflected in his gaze as he thought to himself; 'Today's my day. I've raised my Level to 2, and have 4 scans junctioned. I also a few Cures handy. I feel great about myself. I've also spent my whole life learning how to spasm my pathetically clawed arm outwards. I believe in me!'
He scuttled along the Galbadian Plains, thinking how great everything was, and how content he was to be alive…and a Geezard. 'I could have been the Ultima weapon, but I am a Geezard' he mused to himself. 'Perhaps one day I might get the chance to junction a fire spell! And I've heard wonderful things about this 'float'. Surely a Geezard suspended two or three metres above the ground would be unstoppable!'
In the distance, he spotted three figures. Feeling a rise of hope in his chest, he shimmied along; 'Ha, they look young and strong, surely formidable opponents… for I am a Geezard.' He growled in anticipation as he initiated battle, watching the young man standing in the centre swinging his Gunblade in preparation. He noticed the fur lining of his jacket and the multiple belts that slinked loosely around his waist. Smirking confidently, he thought; 'This fashion conscious dandy should be a pushover for me, for I am a Geezard and have no need for the whims of fashion.'
The other young man on the team swatted his fists, jumping up and down endlessly on his feet. The Geezard registered the large, tribal tatoos covering the man's face; 'Ha! I would never scar my face with a tatoo… for I am a Geezard, the most beautiful of Hyne's creatures.'
The woman to the left of the group sighed, flicking back some of her mid length black hair as she held her Blasters Edge tightly to her chest. 'Hmm, what an impractical cardigan! If this were a back attack I could have grabbed onto it's ends! Foolhardy girl. I have no use for clothes, for I am a Geezard and my contentment is what keeps me warm in the cold winter nights.'
He slithered quickly along, slashing across the Gunblade warrior's face swiftly with his claw, inwardly rejoicing as he dealt 84 damage! The young man shifted his weight onto his right foot, lifting his Gunblade 'Arrogant fool, does not he realise I am invincible Geezard?' .The SeeD proceeded to attack the Geezard effortlessly with a singular, fluid motion without a moment's contemplation.
'Hmm, that's strange…I can see my body lying eerily still on the ground. And what is that music…Da, da, da, da, dum, de, dum? Oh well, I do not fear the next stage in life; for I am a Geezard!'