Fipp: I started a story in the KH section called 'The Final Tales', in which Sora meets the main cast from each Final Fantasy game. Due to the online nature of FFXI, I was unable to do this. So, I decided to choose a member of each race and use them in the story.
As I have never played FFXI (and may never get a chance), I sought to find out what I could. The first place I checked was this section of the website.
That did not help in the slightest as there is not a single fanfic in which one of the NPCs of the game are the main character.
So, after I had managed to find various cut scenes on various wikis, YouTube and Veoh, I decided to write something to fix that.
These are just small drabbles, that will hopefully get the ball rolling, and I have no plan on extending them. Though there will be a second part with the drabbles that I left out of this chapter.
Feel free to correct me on any mistakes regarding the cannon.
Recollections
While normally a man who held much more energy than a man his age should be, Maat decided it was a good day to rest.
He sat against one of the trees inside the walls of Jeuno, simply enjoying the sunshine.
"Maat."
The old man opened his eyes and saw that one adventurer.
"Ready for another round?" Maat asked. While a nap was nice, he always enjoyed testing the young ones.
"I am. And I've training hard too!"
The adventurer had challenged Maat several times, and managed to pass some of his tests. He had beaten Maat as a Red Mage, White Mage, Summoner and Black Mage.
Right now, we was dressed as a Dragoon.
He seemed to going from using magic-based jobs to more physical ones.
"I bet you've been," Maat laughed, jumping up and walking towards the adventurer. "Better get ready though, just because I'm an old man, doesn't mean I'm going easy. And I expect you to do the same thing!"
The adventurer smirked. "Don't I always go all out?"
Maat laughed and led the adventurer to where they would fight.
He enjoyed this. Fighting the children of Vana'diel. He was a firm believer in the future, and the people of it.
He issued these challenges to the children, the saplings, so they could grow strong, and make sure the world was a better and safer place for the people who weren't even seeds yet.
Maat gave a small smile. Just because this oak had not too many years left, but for the moment, he was strong enough to give the saplings a run for their gil.
000
"Days have certainly been interesting as of late, don't you agree?"
"I must agree with you, the strain of all these events weigh on me heavily."
"Is that so? It would seem that things have certainly been hectic on your side of the gil."
"Yes, yes it is. Perhaps I should take a vacation, and allow myself to have my fill."
"I see no reason not, after all. You certainly do most of the work around here."
"Perhaps to an island? Though they are helpless without me, so maybe more near."
She finished off her tea and placed back onto the table.
"Well, I should get going, I have already stayed much to late. I have many appointments, and will be missed soon."
"That's such a shame, it always saddens me to see you go. Though, it's not too late, as it's half-past noon?"
"Here it is, but if you recall, the only difference between our two worlds is the one hour time delay."
The other person sighed and jumped from her chair. "Such a inconvenience it can be at times. Let us meet again, perhaps, next Windsday?"
The first one jumped from her chair. "A date it is! I will look forward to our next meeting, dear Shantotto."
"As will I my counterpart, oh so very much so."
The two Shantotto, one from this world, the other from the other, assumed their signature pose.
"Ohohohoho!"
That Yoran-Oran would certainly love to try and take the perfected inter-dimensional travel spell away.
Oh well, that is something to discuss another day.
000
The Mithra tapped a nail against the board, carefully considering his next move.
"This is cerrrtainly a bind you've put me in," he said. He blew a loose lock of hair from his face.
"Good," his opponent said.
"Sadly, Rrrobel-Akbel, I found a way out of this bind." Lehko Habhoka picked up a chess piece of moved to across the board. "Your move."
The Tarutaru War Warlock narrowed his bloodshot eyes.
While Robel was not the most sociable of people in the world, he would gladly play chess with anyone, especially if those people could prove a challenge.
Just like the male Mithra across from him, who was the ideal opponent as he was every bit as patient as he was.
"How long have we been playing?" he asked, keeping his eyes on the board.
"Collectively forrr fourrr hourrrs."
"Yes, but there are constant interruptions, preventing us from hurrying our game up." He gave a rough sigh. "This game has been on for two days now."
Lehko chuckled. "Is that so? My, we cerrrtainly must be cautious people forrr it to have gone on for this long, huh?"
"Yes, we must be." Robel waved a hand, magically moving a piece forward two spaces. "And this was only my third turn."
"I doubt we'll everrr finish this game," Lehko said, humor lacing his voice.
"Don't remind me."
000
"Wow," Naji said. "I mean, WOW!"
"I heard you the first time," Ayame said. She was not in a particularly good mood today.
"I know, but I can't think of anything else to say! I've lived in Bastok my whole life, and I've never seen anything like this!"
Ayame sighed. "Sadly, I must agree with you. Rarely does in rain here, but this, this is," She seemed to have trouble finding the right words to use.
"Wow?"
Another sigh. "Yes. Wow."
"Yes, the weather has been very odd," said Volker, from behind them.
"AGH!" Naji jumped back upon discovering his captain had been behind him. Ayame didn't even bat an eyelash.
"Rain is very rare in this part of the country," Volker said, stroking his beard. "But I've never seen it rain for two days straight."
The three of them stared out the window to the outside to the torrential rains.
"Kind of depressing, if you ask me," Iron Eater said.
"AHG!" Naji was once again surprised by the appearance of one of his comrades. "Where the hell is everyone coming from?!"
"You have to pay attention more," Ayame said.
"But-" Naji tried to say something, but stumbled upon his own words when he realized that she wasn't listening to him.
Volker then began to chuckle.
"What is it sir?" Iron Eater asked.
"Oh, nothing. I'm curious as to where Zeid may be. He might get a laugh out of this."
Somewhere, not too far from the outer limits of Bastok . . .
"I hate rain," Zeid grumbled. The heavy rain had forced him to take refuge into his tent.
It was very cold, and very wet.
If rain had a physical form, he'd slice it up like so many Antican.
000
Pieuje walked through the halls of his home, contemplating on several political topics.
While he had been a fierce opponent towards his brother for the throne, he would admit that if public relations with people were all being a king was about, he would probably loose the throne.
It's not that he hated people, it's just preferred to be on his own most of the time.
He peered out one of the windows to see that the day was drawing to an end, as only half the sun could be seen out the horizon.
There was than the sound of armor clanking. Out the window, and down on one of the lower levels, he saw his brother, and another person he wasn't too surprised to see alone with him.
"Such a fool," Pieuje muttered to himself.
It was true, in his opinion. Poor handwriting that only he could understand, and maybe their sister. Atrocious in terms of ballroom dancing. And trying to hide his identity in a foreign nation, trying to blend into the crowd, in gold plated armor, and bringing up trouble with one of the local businesses.
Down below he could see Trion speaking with Curilla. About what, he didn't know.
His brother had always had a sort of infatuation with Curilla, ever since they first met when Trion's prowess with the blade proved to be too much, and people from the town were sought to be a challenge.
He chuckled to himself as he remembered how his had let his arrogance get the better of him, and was swiftly dealt with, and defeated.
Then he recalled how she had dealt him similar losses.
Since then it was not uncommon for them to dual, though they would usually do so in private as they did not want an audience to deter their focus.
This was on Curilla's request, so she not be tempted to hear a cheering crowd.
'There's nothing wrong with wishing to hear the people cheer for the battle!' Trion had reassured her several times.
She would then leave him, most likely thinking about when her sword had shattered under Trion's, sending a shard of it into her eye, scarring that side of her face. True, while the eye had become discolored, and there was a scar, she still looked beautiful.
He sighed, and turned away, having no interest in his brother's personal life, and thought best to live him to figure everything out himself.
000
Lilisette quickly sat up with a gasp.
It was very quiet. This was not a surprise, at it was night time.
She looked around the room. She was spending her night in a room at the local inn. Not the one she had been given when she joined Troupe Mayakov.
Though technically, that no longer belonged to her.
She fell back onto the bed and took a deep breathe, then looked to her right, where the adventurer slept on the bed parallel to hers, sleeping soundly.
She sighed and rolled over onto her side, away from the adventurer.
To stare Cait Sith right in her large green eyes.
"AYE!" she yelped, jumping back and almost falling out of her bed. "What the hell-Don't you know not to sneak up on people like that?" she whispered/hissed at the cat.
Cait Sith's ears twitched. "Oh, but it would appear that since you knew I was already in the room, you were away of my presences. Known I was here."
Lilisette narrowed her eyes. She was very tempted to stuff the cat into a pillow case and lock her into a drawer.
The dancer then turned onto her stomach and slammed her face into her pillow.
Cait Sith put a paw to her mouth and leaned down. "Are you alright? You appear to be on edge."
"It's nothing." Though it was muffled through the pillow, Cait Sith's regal ears picked it up perfectly. "I just can't sleep."
"And why is that? You must rest as we have many tasks to accomplish to save the futures. Things to do."
"I know, but," Lilisette turned her head over to looked at Cait Sith Naoi.
No, Cait Sith Complete.
Not even that, as four of the nine had died; Three due to a traitor's actions, and the traitor himself, done in by the person he had betrayed them for.
. . .
"Cait Sith," Lilisette asked.
"Aye?"
"You, were born from Altana, right?"
"Yes I am. Born from the Goddess I was."
Lilisette hesitated. "So, then she's like your mother?"
Cait Sith spread her arms. "Aren't we all Altana's children?"
"No, I mean directly."
Her ears lowered. "Are you thinking of Portia?"
Lilisette buried her face back into her pillow.
"I can't help but worry," she said. "We both want to help Father, but what if she does something that will cause her own death. If that happens-"
She turned her head again to see Cait Sith place a paw on her shoulder.
"Do not worry," the cat said reassuringly. "We will rescue Portia from the clutches of Lady Lilith, and then find a cure for Sir Ragelise's wound. You will all be together again. One big happy family." She the jumped up and spun around. "I swear so on my silky smooth cape, and my impressively jeweled crown."
She gave a smile. "Thank you, Cait Sith."
The cat 'meowed' and jumped off the bed and walked to wherever she had chosen to rest.
Lilisette knew she would be able to sleep much better tonight.
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