Sigma's Note: I had to create 4 new classes for this story. They'll be
explained as the
story progresses. Also, Final Fantasy is a product of Square Enix, and
therefore I do not own it. I do, however, own all original characters,
classes and weapons found in this game.
Chapter 1 Immersion
Cyril......
Two figures were lying in the middle of the town square, their bodies covered with severe burns, but they were clad in full combat armor, weapons and all. A ring of spectators had formed around them as a medical team hoisted them onto a pair of stretcher, which were loaded onto a Chocobo drawn cart. The golden feathered birds cooed contently, until the driver cracked his whip fiercely. The two Chocobos snapped to attention, dashing away in a cloud of dust. The two pitiable young humans laid entirely still, hanging dearly to their last threads of life. The male, with thick golden hair singed at the ends, turned weakly as he began to regain consciousness. He turned his head ever so weakly, looking through glazed eyes at his companion, a red hair female who remained unconscious. He could see the thin streaks of pure white that shone out from within her brilliant crimson hair. He tried to say something, but swiftly he fell back into his former state. The cart drove on toward the local hospital.
Several days later.......
Ritz Malheur snapped out of her hospital bed, much to the surprise of her Nu Mou nurse, who quite literally lept back in shock. She was breathing heavily, and was soaked in a cold sweat. Feeling around her head, her fingers came across the cottony gauze wrapped around her forehead. She winced in pain as she touched the bandages, revealing the severity of her injury. And yet, she had no idea what had happened, or how she came to be in Ivalice once more.
Ritz looked around the room, and the first sight she saw was a tremendous relief. Standing in the corner was Marche Radiuju, adjusting the straps on his lean Materia Armor. Entirely clothed in the black armor and leather, he appeared to be something of a specter, but with a long blonde pony tail. But while most people would fear such a sight, Ritz had come to find it most attractive.
"Marche?" she said. Marche looked at her with his icy blue eyes.
"Glad you're awake. I was beginning to worry," he said, pulling the flexible Leather Gauntlets over his scarred hands. Now he was fully clothed in his dark garb.
"What happened? How did we get here?"
"I don't know. I only woke up a few hours ago. I haven't exactly had much time to investigate." Ritz lifted herself out of her bed, and noticed her shredded clothing. Marche turned his head politely. She began to walk over to the new set of clothes that had been provided for her by the hospital, as well as the brilliant Scarlet armor piled next to it. She began to dress herself in the new clothes.
"Do you think Mewt is behind this?" Ritz said. Marche shook his head.
"I don't think that he'd leave us burnt and unconscious in the middle of Cyril. Same goes for my brother. Something really screwed up is going on here." Ritz turned around and faced Marche, fully dressed in her blood red armor and the Viera silk that Marche had requested for her. She reached around her waist instinctively, and was shocked by what she found.
"Where's my rapier? What happened to it?" She was very concerned. It was the Vent de Dieu, the Wind of God. It was a gift given to her by the leader of the far eastern Viera Tribe. She had treasured it, but not so much that she hadn't stained it with blood.
"Relax. No weapons allowed in a hospital. The Cyril Knights have it, along with my Paradox Blades. Probably a good idea. From what I heard from the nurse, I was delirious for about a half an our after I came to. No telling what kind of damage I could have done in that state."
Marche walked over to the window and looked over the serene city- scape of bustling Cyril. A warm golden light shrouded it as the sun was setting in the distance. It was a remarkable sight, a sunset in a perfectly pristine world. It was one of the things that he had come to appreciate on his incursions into Ivalice. From far away, the loud whistle of the Massive Train echoed across the city as it began to power up for one of its cross country trips. Ritz walked over to him, touching his arm. She was a few inches shorter than he was, so she rested her head on his shoulder.
"Something is definitely wrong here in Ivalice. I don't know what, but I'm getting a seriously bad feeling looking over the city here. There's a reason we're here, and it can't be Mewt or Doned having one of their episodes," Marche said. He had suddenly become very stoic, standing there in the waning sunlight.
"What if it's actually something inside Ivalice that pulled us in? Could someone do that?" Ritz said inquisitively.
"I don't know. But I do know who might shed some light on the situation. It's time to go see Cid."
Chapter 1 Immersion
Cyril......
Two figures were lying in the middle of the town square, their bodies covered with severe burns, but they were clad in full combat armor, weapons and all. A ring of spectators had formed around them as a medical team hoisted them onto a pair of stretcher, which were loaded onto a Chocobo drawn cart. The golden feathered birds cooed contently, until the driver cracked his whip fiercely. The two Chocobos snapped to attention, dashing away in a cloud of dust. The two pitiable young humans laid entirely still, hanging dearly to their last threads of life. The male, with thick golden hair singed at the ends, turned weakly as he began to regain consciousness. He turned his head ever so weakly, looking through glazed eyes at his companion, a red hair female who remained unconscious. He could see the thin streaks of pure white that shone out from within her brilliant crimson hair. He tried to say something, but swiftly he fell back into his former state. The cart drove on toward the local hospital.
Several days later.......
Ritz Malheur snapped out of her hospital bed, much to the surprise of her Nu Mou nurse, who quite literally lept back in shock. She was breathing heavily, and was soaked in a cold sweat. Feeling around her head, her fingers came across the cottony gauze wrapped around her forehead. She winced in pain as she touched the bandages, revealing the severity of her injury. And yet, she had no idea what had happened, or how she came to be in Ivalice once more.
Ritz looked around the room, and the first sight she saw was a tremendous relief. Standing in the corner was Marche Radiuju, adjusting the straps on his lean Materia Armor. Entirely clothed in the black armor and leather, he appeared to be something of a specter, but with a long blonde pony tail. But while most people would fear such a sight, Ritz had come to find it most attractive.
"Marche?" she said. Marche looked at her with his icy blue eyes.
"Glad you're awake. I was beginning to worry," he said, pulling the flexible Leather Gauntlets over his scarred hands. Now he was fully clothed in his dark garb.
"What happened? How did we get here?"
"I don't know. I only woke up a few hours ago. I haven't exactly had much time to investigate." Ritz lifted herself out of her bed, and noticed her shredded clothing. Marche turned his head politely. She began to walk over to the new set of clothes that had been provided for her by the hospital, as well as the brilliant Scarlet armor piled next to it. She began to dress herself in the new clothes.
"Do you think Mewt is behind this?" Ritz said. Marche shook his head.
"I don't think that he'd leave us burnt and unconscious in the middle of Cyril. Same goes for my brother. Something really screwed up is going on here." Ritz turned around and faced Marche, fully dressed in her blood red armor and the Viera silk that Marche had requested for her. She reached around her waist instinctively, and was shocked by what she found.
"Where's my rapier? What happened to it?" She was very concerned. It was the Vent de Dieu, the Wind of God. It was a gift given to her by the leader of the far eastern Viera Tribe. She had treasured it, but not so much that she hadn't stained it with blood.
"Relax. No weapons allowed in a hospital. The Cyril Knights have it, along with my Paradox Blades. Probably a good idea. From what I heard from the nurse, I was delirious for about a half an our after I came to. No telling what kind of damage I could have done in that state."
Marche walked over to the window and looked over the serene city- scape of bustling Cyril. A warm golden light shrouded it as the sun was setting in the distance. It was a remarkable sight, a sunset in a perfectly pristine world. It was one of the things that he had come to appreciate on his incursions into Ivalice. From far away, the loud whistle of the Massive Train echoed across the city as it began to power up for one of its cross country trips. Ritz walked over to him, touching his arm. She was a few inches shorter than he was, so she rested her head on his shoulder.
"Something is definitely wrong here in Ivalice. I don't know what, but I'm getting a seriously bad feeling looking over the city here. There's a reason we're here, and it can't be Mewt or Doned having one of their episodes," Marche said. He had suddenly become very stoic, standing there in the waning sunlight.
"What if it's actually something inside Ivalice that pulled us in? Could someone do that?" Ritz said inquisitively.
"I don't know. But I do know who might shed some light on the situation. It's time to go see Cid."