Sketchy
By Surimu
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VI (or any of them for that matter) or anyone/thing/place associated with them. This disclaimer covers this fanfiction in its entirety.
Rating: K+
Summary: A collection of ten oneshots featuring our favorite mouthy artist.
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1. Relm Tells a Joke
"You are the Doman knight, correct?" Cyan turned, expecting to come face-to-face with whomever had addressed him, but was slightly surprised to see that no one was there. He heard a quiet cough and followed the sound down to its source: a small, snowy-haired man with a curious twinkle in his eyes.
"Yes, sir, you are correct." The twinkle in the elderly man's eyes seemed to intensify.
"I remember trying to teach my granddaughter Doman; she claimed that, if I was unable to pronounce it, she refused to learn it. Perhaps you could try to teach her a few phrases?"
"I would be delighted, sir. Couldst thou point her out to me?" The aged man grinned and bobbed his head toward a corner where a young girl sat scribbling on a pad of paper.
Cyan strode purposefully up to the girl, who looked up, somewhat curious about the man standing in front of her, but also somewhat irritated at the fact that he was blocking the light she was using to draw.
"I'm Relm," she said. She considered adding, "And you're standing in my light," but deemed he was too big to anger. Not that something like that had ever stopped her before.
"Greetings, Miss Relm. My name is Cyan Garamonde. You're grandfather tells me that you, at one time, were learning Doman, correct?" The young girl raised an eyebrow.
"Uh huh."
"Dost thou recall any of thine lectures?" Relm blinked once. Twice. Cyan mimicked her.
"Huh?" The knight was about to repeat himself—in a plainer speech—when Relm suddenly snapped her fingers.
"Oh wait, I remember this one joke I read!" Cyan smiled slightly and nodded, urging her to tell him.
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The Doman knight turned slowly and began walking toward his cabin. Strago noticed the blank expression on the man's paler-than-usual face and stifled a chuckle. He glanced at his granddaughter, who still sat in the corner, drawing happily in the bright light.
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Author's Note: I apologize if anyone seems out-of-character in this chapter (and those to come). Also, as a note on when these would take place, I suppose they could be any time after Relm and Strago join the party but before the final battle with Kefka.
Thank-you for your time~!