Hey! I didn't write this at the start of my first chapter. but anyway I was
wondering what it would be like if all the FF10 characters worked at
SquareSoft and what jobs they would do. (Cloud, Auron, Vincent-character
design, Yuna, Aeris-office work, secretarial etc, Yuffie, Rikku-front desk,
Tidus, Wakka-games testers, Lulu-cover artwork). Flame me (or just review)!
I need to improve! This is the first thing I've actually had the guts to
post. (
Disclaimer: I don't own it! Any of it!
**++**
'Sorry we're late, Miss Lockheart, ya?'
'If it's a problem, let us, know, okay? We don't have to make major apologies, right?'
'Oh, alright, I'll let you off. But Wakka, Tidus, enough. Any more lates and you'll be explaining yourselves to the Director.'
'Dammit.' The blonde swore to himself. He was well-built and muscular, clearly someone who enjoyed sport. His eyes were as blue as his companion's hair was orange. The graffiti on his bag was clearly visible: TIDUS ROCKS MAN!
The orange-haired of the two was taller, more broad-shouldered. He had a brilliantly white smile, the kind that bounces across the room and lights everything up. It was certainly doing some bouncing right now. His bag was graffiti-free; even so, anyone with reasonable powers of deduction knew that this was Wakka.
Deduction wasn't a requirement. The pair had practically been legend in their high school; they were amazingly good sports players, attractive and fairly intelligent into the bargain. Tidus enjoyed more success with the ladies than Wakka did. This was mostly down to their basic personality differences. Tidus was very much a sweet-talker (getting round his Department Manager, the pretty Miss Lockheart, was a speciality) although he was always holding something back slightly. Wakka was great to be around, but he sometimes suffered from the inability to say things exactly the way he meant them.
They say down, Tidus clocking the girls in the room and then the guys. Virtually every girl in the room was taken, and as for the guys-better not to go there. There was also a small gathering of people he didn't recognise. One was distinctly more gothic than the others, sketchbook in hand, looking like she was praying for a helicopter, a gas mask and a smoke grenade. Her companions were talking and laughing.
Wakka was just doing his thing of smiling at everyone until he noticed Tidus leaning towards him.
'Hey Wakka, d'you know who that chick is?'
'Where?'
'The one in the corner.'
'Well, I don't know the two who are all giggly, so I'm guessin' it's Miss Goth-Off-Her-Face you want, ya? The name's Lulu, think maybe it's short for Tallulah or somethin'. She was in my first-year physics class at high school. Why are you asking? You don't LIKE her, do you?' said Wakka, accompanying his words with a wolfish grin and an elbow in Tidus' ribs.
'No! She's not my type. She just looks ready to murder Miss Lockheart so she could escape.'
'Wouldn't put it past her either. She's really odd; you don't want to be getting mixed up with types like her. She's cold. Not like the other girls in this place. You get within three feet of her and she looks ready to scratch your eyes out.'
'Ouch. My eyes.'
'Your beautiful blue eyes that are famous through all SquareSoft.'
Tidus laughed and high-fived Wakka. 'Damn right.'
**++**
'Excuse me? I've been given the wrong network username.'
The secretary smiled apologetically. 'It's been happening a lot. There's been a mix-up with the computer. Do you know which department you're in, and where your office is? You'll have to register there.'
'I know my office is Creatives 201, if that's any help.'
'Hmmm. there's only one left for that room. Are you the girl who transferred?'
'Yes. I came from the North-East offices.'
'Oh. Do you know where you're going?'
'Not exactly.'
'Down the corridor, up the stairs and it's the fifth on the right. Should be a sign on the door anyway.'
'Thankyou.'
'It's my job. Here's your new username.'
'Right. Thanks again.' The girl turned and began to walk away.
It was no trouble finding the right room. When the door swung open, the whole room looked up from their respective paperwork and the Department Manager stood up, smoothing her jacket.
'Hello. I'm Areda Thornton, the department manager. Are you our new character designer?'
'Yes. Hi.'
The new designer held out her hand and the older woman shook it, noting how firm this girl's handshake was. A good sign.
'Maybe you'd like to take a seat? We were just about to begin our department meeting, we have one every Monday morning. There's a seat next to Auron. Or next to-actually, that's about it.' She leaned closer and lowered her voice. 'I'm sorry, he's a little sullen. But he's in character design too, one of our best actually.'
'It's okay. I'm sure I can deal with him. Auron, I mean.' The girl spun around, her long hair rippling with the movement.
Her hair was one of many striking things about her. It was brown with blonde highlights-a fairly unusual mix here, but nevertheless effective and attractive. She walked over to the empty seat next to Auron and shrugged her bag off her shoulders before sitting down. The people around her were a blonde-haired guy who instantly brought a smile to her lips, a guy with dark hair almost flowing over his shoulders, and Auron, who also had dark hair, but shorter with a ponytail at the back, and with some kind of streaks. All three were attractive in their unkemptness. Maybe she was lucky.
The non-Auron non-blonde said 'Hi, I'm Vincent. This is Cloud and this is Auron.'
Cloud turned around and his eyes met hers. He didn't look away. He was taken in. Her eyes were very surreal and haunting (due to their beauty and not a tortured soul). They were a lively green with a deep golden ring around the pupil, and they frequently attracted attention, male and female alike.
Cloud's eyes flicked around her face, then recognition stepped forward and kicked in.
'No way! Saranomy!'
The girl beamed back, the smile lighting up her face. 'The one and only. So how ya been, Cloud?'
**++**
Saranomy grinned, feeling the sun on her face. She scuffed some leaves with her boot and carried on walking.
'Hey! Hey! Saranomy! That's your name, right?'
Saranomy turned to see a pretty brunette with the biggest eyes she had ever seen.
The brunette carried on, 'Hi, I'm Aeris. I'm in your department-I work in the office, copyrighting and stuff, and I just wanted you to know who I am. And I love your hair, it's so long and smooth and straight. Maybe you could show me how to get mine like that.'
Saranomy laughed. 'It's natural. And anyway, your hair is stunning. Don't ever change it!'
'Ooh, your eyes! They're so pretty! You should meet Yuna, she has nice eyes too; a blue and a green one.'
'I'd love to meet her. But I've gotta go.'
'You get the 621 bus into town?' Saranomy nodded and Aeris continued, 'me too! It stops here as well as further up.'
Glancing at Aeris, Saranomy chanced, 'I'll wait with you.' Aeris nodded and her hair fell into her face. Glancing around, Saranomy's green-and-gold gaze came to rest on a green and blue reflection that had appeared seconds before. 'Hey, it's Yuna, right?'
'Hi. I'm in your department. Nice to meet you.'
All three girls lapsed into silence, which they all broke simultaneously. The impression given to any passing males was that of three flawless girls who didn't need them as they were so wrapped up in their own intriguing lives. This had the same effect as a magnet does on paperclips.
'Hey newbie, who are you?'
'I'm Saranomy, who the hell are you?'
'Wow, Yuna, what happened to you?'
'Nothing happened, I'm still me!'
'Aeris! Hey, pretty girl!'
'Um, hiya Zak.'
By the time the bus arrived, Saranomy had met ten guys, Yuna had explained her metamorphosis to a small but admiring cluster, and Aeris was learning how to accept male compliments ('Oh, yeah, thanks! The bus is here! Gotta go!'
Saranomy shook her head. 'I'd better go look after her. Don't you get this bus?'
Yuna giggled. 'Yeah, but I need to wait for my cousin Rikku. She's always late 'cause she never wears a watch.'
'If you're sure. See you tomorrow.' Saranomy swung her be-denimed butt onto the bus, heralding Rikku and Yuffie's arrival. Yuna hugged them both. She and Rikku were friends first and family second.
Rikku rummaged in her bag and pulled out a brightly coloured card. 'Here ya go. It's an invitation to my birthday party. I've got one for Aeris, and the new girl.'
'Are you giving out sunglasses too?'
Yuffie laughed but Rikku's face darkened. 'You'll never guess what she did! She stole three of my spare ones and gave them to Cloud!'
'Three?' Yuna was confused.
'One for Cloud, Vincent, 'cause she thinks he likes Aeris, and Auron! She invited Auron! Oh, the shame! He actually gave the invitation back!'
Yuffie narrowed her eyes, all outraged innocence. 'CLOUD invited Auron, not me! I had nothing to do with it.'
'Yeah, right. Now, thanks to you, I have two spare cards and I invited everyone, even Lulu.'
A male voice sliced through the autumn air. 'You didn't invite us. What if we wanted to come?'
Rikku grimaced, crossing her eyes at Yuna before turning around. 'Tidus. Even if you wanted to come, you couldn't, because there aren't any-'
'No invitations, huh?' He cut her off, fuelling Rikku's anger. 'That's a lie-Rikku, isn't it?-I just heard you say there were two left. And maybe I do want to come. Rumour has it that it's gonna be the party of the year.'
Yuffie stepped forward. 'It will be. But we don't want you there. So let's play a little game. You win, you get to come. We win, we get to, um, make voodoo dolls of you guys.'
Yuna gasped. 'VOODOO DOLLS?! YUFFIE!' Yuffie immediately went on the defensive, but Yuna continued, whispering in her ear 'Give them something much worse! You're in control!'
'Okay,' said Yuffie, 'Scrap the voodoo dolls. We get to be your dates at the next office party!'
Wakka and Tidus looked suitably horrified. Rikku took charge. 'We challenge you to a game of.'
This is gonna be easy, thought Tidus, they're gonna say rock-paper- scissors.
'To a game of basketball. Tomorrow, the courts, three forty-five.'
The bus pulled up and all three girls piled on before Tidus could disagree. Wakka was grinning slightly at the sight of his friend uncharacteristically lost for words. Yuna, Yuffie and Rikku were laughing at the same sight from the backseat of the bus.
Yuna was first to recover from the hysterics. 'You'd better win!'
Disclaimer: I don't own it! Any of it!
**++**
'Sorry we're late, Miss Lockheart, ya?'
'If it's a problem, let us, know, okay? We don't have to make major apologies, right?'
'Oh, alright, I'll let you off. But Wakka, Tidus, enough. Any more lates and you'll be explaining yourselves to the Director.'
'Dammit.' The blonde swore to himself. He was well-built and muscular, clearly someone who enjoyed sport. His eyes were as blue as his companion's hair was orange. The graffiti on his bag was clearly visible: TIDUS ROCKS MAN!
The orange-haired of the two was taller, more broad-shouldered. He had a brilliantly white smile, the kind that bounces across the room and lights everything up. It was certainly doing some bouncing right now. His bag was graffiti-free; even so, anyone with reasonable powers of deduction knew that this was Wakka.
Deduction wasn't a requirement. The pair had practically been legend in their high school; they were amazingly good sports players, attractive and fairly intelligent into the bargain. Tidus enjoyed more success with the ladies than Wakka did. This was mostly down to their basic personality differences. Tidus was very much a sweet-talker (getting round his Department Manager, the pretty Miss Lockheart, was a speciality) although he was always holding something back slightly. Wakka was great to be around, but he sometimes suffered from the inability to say things exactly the way he meant them.
They say down, Tidus clocking the girls in the room and then the guys. Virtually every girl in the room was taken, and as for the guys-better not to go there. There was also a small gathering of people he didn't recognise. One was distinctly more gothic than the others, sketchbook in hand, looking like she was praying for a helicopter, a gas mask and a smoke grenade. Her companions were talking and laughing.
Wakka was just doing his thing of smiling at everyone until he noticed Tidus leaning towards him.
'Hey Wakka, d'you know who that chick is?'
'Where?'
'The one in the corner.'
'Well, I don't know the two who are all giggly, so I'm guessin' it's Miss Goth-Off-Her-Face you want, ya? The name's Lulu, think maybe it's short for Tallulah or somethin'. She was in my first-year physics class at high school. Why are you asking? You don't LIKE her, do you?' said Wakka, accompanying his words with a wolfish grin and an elbow in Tidus' ribs.
'No! She's not my type. She just looks ready to murder Miss Lockheart so she could escape.'
'Wouldn't put it past her either. She's really odd; you don't want to be getting mixed up with types like her. She's cold. Not like the other girls in this place. You get within three feet of her and she looks ready to scratch your eyes out.'
'Ouch. My eyes.'
'Your beautiful blue eyes that are famous through all SquareSoft.'
Tidus laughed and high-fived Wakka. 'Damn right.'
**++**
'Excuse me? I've been given the wrong network username.'
The secretary smiled apologetically. 'It's been happening a lot. There's been a mix-up with the computer. Do you know which department you're in, and where your office is? You'll have to register there.'
'I know my office is Creatives 201, if that's any help.'
'Hmmm. there's only one left for that room. Are you the girl who transferred?'
'Yes. I came from the North-East offices.'
'Oh. Do you know where you're going?'
'Not exactly.'
'Down the corridor, up the stairs and it's the fifth on the right. Should be a sign on the door anyway.'
'Thankyou.'
'It's my job. Here's your new username.'
'Right. Thanks again.' The girl turned and began to walk away.
It was no trouble finding the right room. When the door swung open, the whole room looked up from their respective paperwork and the Department Manager stood up, smoothing her jacket.
'Hello. I'm Areda Thornton, the department manager. Are you our new character designer?'
'Yes. Hi.'
The new designer held out her hand and the older woman shook it, noting how firm this girl's handshake was. A good sign.
'Maybe you'd like to take a seat? We were just about to begin our department meeting, we have one every Monday morning. There's a seat next to Auron. Or next to-actually, that's about it.' She leaned closer and lowered her voice. 'I'm sorry, he's a little sullen. But he's in character design too, one of our best actually.'
'It's okay. I'm sure I can deal with him. Auron, I mean.' The girl spun around, her long hair rippling with the movement.
Her hair was one of many striking things about her. It was brown with blonde highlights-a fairly unusual mix here, but nevertheless effective and attractive. She walked over to the empty seat next to Auron and shrugged her bag off her shoulders before sitting down. The people around her were a blonde-haired guy who instantly brought a smile to her lips, a guy with dark hair almost flowing over his shoulders, and Auron, who also had dark hair, but shorter with a ponytail at the back, and with some kind of streaks. All three were attractive in their unkemptness. Maybe she was lucky.
The non-Auron non-blonde said 'Hi, I'm Vincent. This is Cloud and this is Auron.'
Cloud turned around and his eyes met hers. He didn't look away. He was taken in. Her eyes were very surreal and haunting (due to their beauty and not a tortured soul). They were a lively green with a deep golden ring around the pupil, and they frequently attracted attention, male and female alike.
Cloud's eyes flicked around her face, then recognition stepped forward and kicked in.
'No way! Saranomy!'
The girl beamed back, the smile lighting up her face. 'The one and only. So how ya been, Cloud?'
**++**
Saranomy grinned, feeling the sun on her face. She scuffed some leaves with her boot and carried on walking.
'Hey! Hey! Saranomy! That's your name, right?'
Saranomy turned to see a pretty brunette with the biggest eyes she had ever seen.
The brunette carried on, 'Hi, I'm Aeris. I'm in your department-I work in the office, copyrighting and stuff, and I just wanted you to know who I am. And I love your hair, it's so long and smooth and straight. Maybe you could show me how to get mine like that.'
Saranomy laughed. 'It's natural. And anyway, your hair is stunning. Don't ever change it!'
'Ooh, your eyes! They're so pretty! You should meet Yuna, she has nice eyes too; a blue and a green one.'
'I'd love to meet her. But I've gotta go.'
'You get the 621 bus into town?' Saranomy nodded and Aeris continued, 'me too! It stops here as well as further up.'
Glancing at Aeris, Saranomy chanced, 'I'll wait with you.' Aeris nodded and her hair fell into her face. Glancing around, Saranomy's green-and-gold gaze came to rest on a green and blue reflection that had appeared seconds before. 'Hey, it's Yuna, right?'
'Hi. I'm in your department. Nice to meet you.'
All three girls lapsed into silence, which they all broke simultaneously. The impression given to any passing males was that of three flawless girls who didn't need them as they were so wrapped up in their own intriguing lives. This had the same effect as a magnet does on paperclips.
'Hey newbie, who are you?'
'I'm Saranomy, who the hell are you?'
'Wow, Yuna, what happened to you?'
'Nothing happened, I'm still me!'
'Aeris! Hey, pretty girl!'
'Um, hiya Zak.'
By the time the bus arrived, Saranomy had met ten guys, Yuna had explained her metamorphosis to a small but admiring cluster, and Aeris was learning how to accept male compliments ('Oh, yeah, thanks! The bus is here! Gotta go!'
Saranomy shook her head. 'I'd better go look after her. Don't you get this bus?'
Yuna giggled. 'Yeah, but I need to wait for my cousin Rikku. She's always late 'cause she never wears a watch.'
'If you're sure. See you tomorrow.' Saranomy swung her be-denimed butt onto the bus, heralding Rikku and Yuffie's arrival. Yuna hugged them both. She and Rikku were friends first and family second.
Rikku rummaged in her bag and pulled out a brightly coloured card. 'Here ya go. It's an invitation to my birthday party. I've got one for Aeris, and the new girl.'
'Are you giving out sunglasses too?'
Yuffie laughed but Rikku's face darkened. 'You'll never guess what she did! She stole three of my spare ones and gave them to Cloud!'
'Three?' Yuna was confused.
'One for Cloud, Vincent, 'cause she thinks he likes Aeris, and Auron! She invited Auron! Oh, the shame! He actually gave the invitation back!'
Yuffie narrowed her eyes, all outraged innocence. 'CLOUD invited Auron, not me! I had nothing to do with it.'
'Yeah, right. Now, thanks to you, I have two spare cards and I invited everyone, even Lulu.'
A male voice sliced through the autumn air. 'You didn't invite us. What if we wanted to come?'
Rikku grimaced, crossing her eyes at Yuna before turning around. 'Tidus. Even if you wanted to come, you couldn't, because there aren't any-'
'No invitations, huh?' He cut her off, fuelling Rikku's anger. 'That's a lie-Rikku, isn't it?-I just heard you say there were two left. And maybe I do want to come. Rumour has it that it's gonna be the party of the year.'
Yuffie stepped forward. 'It will be. But we don't want you there. So let's play a little game. You win, you get to come. We win, we get to, um, make voodoo dolls of you guys.'
Yuna gasped. 'VOODOO DOLLS?! YUFFIE!' Yuffie immediately went on the defensive, but Yuna continued, whispering in her ear 'Give them something much worse! You're in control!'
'Okay,' said Yuffie, 'Scrap the voodoo dolls. We get to be your dates at the next office party!'
Wakka and Tidus looked suitably horrified. Rikku took charge. 'We challenge you to a game of.'
This is gonna be easy, thought Tidus, they're gonna say rock-paper- scissors.
'To a game of basketball. Tomorrow, the courts, three forty-five.'
The bus pulled up and all three girls piled on before Tidus could disagree. Wakka was grinning slightly at the sight of his friend uncharacteristically lost for words. Yuna, Yuffie and Rikku were laughing at the same sight from the backseat of the bus.
Yuna was first to recover from the hysterics. 'You'd better win!'
