A/N: What would I do... if I owned CT... **dreams...** **she is running around
with a scythe and eating pocky** Wahaha!! Um... maybe not. And so it goes...
Chrono Trigger is not my property... although I do have the game (so it kind
of is...) But... I shall shut up now. Without further ado, I present to you,
the product of my boredom and free time.
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Dislocation of Self
Chapter 1: Out of the Pan and into the Freezer
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Out in the middle of a great sea of white stood a lone figure in a curious outfit. The figure wasn't doing much except for glaring heatedly before her, as though the snow would feel her anger and begin to melt. It of course, was defiant and was quite content to remain there. It even had the audacity to call its friends from the sky. With increasing enthusiasm, the snowflakes whipped downwards to join the party and the pyro's shivering figure. She seemed to be a sort of magnet for them.
"Stupid snow."
She swatted irately at the bits of snow on her face, and was quickly reminded of her current predicament. For the moment, she was temporarily blind. The all-too-familiar red bifocals had gone AWOL and were currently vacationing at home. Home. This definitely was not Home and this definitely was not where she wanted to be. Grumbling a curse or two, she wrapped her bathrobe more tightly around her and stumbled onward.
It was about an hour later before the snow had changed both her mind and appearance. Now, she absolutely hated, detested, and ABHORRED the snow... and she was a rather interesting shade of blue. Being innately fire was quite helpful too. Upon reaching a brownish blur only several feet away, she gave in to the sweltering cold.
The cave itself was rather large despite its dissuading entrance. Only a dog or small child might have an easy time entering or exiting it. Inside the cave, a particularly scary looking man stared into the depths of a small fire. Maybe he was contemplating his rather gloomy life, maybe the uncertain future... or maybe he was pondering the lingering question of humanity: What's for dinner? Whatever it was, Magus suddenly stood up and headed for the cave's opening. Perhaps he would've been outside had his midsection not been caught in the walls when he attempted to crawl through.
Thoughts of destruction raged in his head as he forced himself out of the rocky sandwich. Within seconds, he found himself three feet away with a face-full of snow. Well, it was more like droplets of water as the snow had melted from the sheer heat of his anger.
"Hmph." He grabbed the edge of his tattered cape and gruffly wiped off his face. Those walls had already done enough damage to his deflated ego, and it was a miracle that he hadn't blown them to pieces. At least the endless white had been the only witness to his embarrassing misstep. Though he was still quite flustered, he brushed it off and continued on his way.. or at least he tried to. Only a few steps later, he fell head first (again) into the snow. Heat waves of flaring aggravation erupted from his sprawled form. A strong desire to find and obliviate the cause of his fall overtook his senses. It didn't take long to find it, for the object in question was right behind him.
"L-Lucca?"
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Dislocation of Self
Chapter 1: Out of the Pan and into the Freezer
_____________________________________________________________
Out in the middle of a great sea of white stood a lone figure in a curious outfit. The figure wasn't doing much except for glaring heatedly before her, as though the snow would feel her anger and begin to melt. It of course, was defiant and was quite content to remain there. It even had the audacity to call its friends from the sky. With increasing enthusiasm, the snowflakes whipped downwards to join the party and the pyro's shivering figure. She seemed to be a sort of magnet for them.
"Stupid snow."
She swatted irately at the bits of snow on her face, and was quickly reminded of her current predicament. For the moment, she was temporarily blind. The all-too-familiar red bifocals had gone AWOL and were currently vacationing at home. Home. This definitely was not Home and this definitely was not where she wanted to be. Grumbling a curse or two, she wrapped her bathrobe more tightly around her and stumbled onward.
It was about an hour later before the snow had changed both her mind and appearance. Now, she absolutely hated, detested, and ABHORRED the snow... and she was a rather interesting shade of blue. Being innately fire was quite helpful too. Upon reaching a brownish blur only several feet away, she gave in to the sweltering cold.
The cave itself was rather large despite its dissuading entrance. Only a dog or small child might have an easy time entering or exiting it. Inside the cave, a particularly scary looking man stared into the depths of a small fire. Maybe he was contemplating his rather gloomy life, maybe the uncertain future... or maybe he was pondering the lingering question of humanity: What's for dinner? Whatever it was, Magus suddenly stood up and headed for the cave's opening. Perhaps he would've been outside had his midsection not been caught in the walls when he attempted to crawl through.
Thoughts of destruction raged in his head as he forced himself out of the rocky sandwich. Within seconds, he found himself three feet away with a face-full of snow. Well, it was more like droplets of water as the snow had melted from the sheer heat of his anger.
"Hmph." He grabbed the edge of his tattered cape and gruffly wiped off his face. Those walls had already done enough damage to his deflated ego, and it was a miracle that he hadn't blown them to pieces. At least the endless white had been the only witness to his embarrassing misstep. Though he was still quite flustered, he brushed it off and continued on his way.. or at least he tried to. Only a few steps later, he fell head first (again) into the snow. Heat waves of flaring aggravation erupted from his sprawled form. A strong desire to find and obliviate the cause of his fall overtook his senses. It didn't take long to find it, for the object in question was right behind him.
"L-Lucca?"