Disclaimer: I don't own Tales of Symphonia. Namco does.
Now it is time for… the Cruxis Christmas Party!
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All had cooled down as much as was possible. The holidays had set in and it almost seemed as though the massive war was taking a break. Decorations were strewn all over Welgaia, Derris Kharlan, and Vinheim. The angels were lifeless shells so they couldn't really enjoy it but the seraphim got a kick out of it so up the decorations went. Kratos smiled. Everyone was going to be there and when he said everyone, he meant everyone.
"It's odd to see you in such good spirits," Origin commented.
"Speak for yourself and your Santa hat while you're at it," Kratos retorted.
"Touché," Origin replied, "but do I even want to know what you've got up your sleeve?"
"You'll find out," Kratos replied, "All you have to do is man the camcorder but I will tell you that we're going to give Yuan a hand."
Slightly miffed about having to wait to find out what Kratos had planned, Origin wandered off. He had known the seraph for 4000 years and he knew one very important point about him. The man didn't let loose often but when he did, he went overboard. Of course, more people than usual were going to show up since Kratos made a point of saying everyone was going to be there but who was a total mystery to him. Perhaps those Renegades would be coming.
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In the Remote Island Ranch, there were no decorations. They were preoccupied with other things.
"Today is the Cruxis Christmas Party. We're going to crash it," Yuan announced. He received blank stares.
"Isn't Cruxis in Derris Kharlan, up there where we can't go?" Kvar asked, pointing up at the sky.
"We can reach it through the Tower of Salvation. I can get you all in so that won't be a problem. Today, Cruxis is going down," Yuan replied smoothly.
"If Cruxis goes down, we can just smash Pronyma, right?" Magnius asked. After seeing several nods, he let out a cheer, swinging his axe around. The troops were gathered and both armies set off to the Tower of Salvation.
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Kratos smiled, knowing that all the wheels had been set in motion. If the last 3950 parties had been any indicator, Mithos would start singing in about an hour. Hopefully the guests would arrive before then. Right now was his gingerbread cookie time.
"Kratos, want some cookies?" Mithos asked, showing off his platter of freshly baked cookies. Now, if the timing was right…
Crash!
Red warning lights blared. Derris Kharlan shook. Mithos dropped his platter of cookies. Mentally, Kratos pumped his fist. That was what Mithos got for threatening to use the eternal sword to spread tomatoes around the world. A soldier angel flew in.
"Lord Yggdrasil! Lord Kratos! The Renegade and Desian armies have penetrated the Tower of Salvation and have made their way here!"
Mithos' eye twitched.
"They. Ruined. My. Cookies."
Being somewhat intelligent, the angel didn't ask. A burning smell came across the room.
"Ack! I forgot to take out the next batch!" Mithos cried as he scrambled back to the kitchen.
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There was Cruxis. There were the Desians invading Cruxis. There were the Renegades invading Cruxis. Then there was the Chosen's group, here to take out Mithos. Lloyd stared across Welgaia, expecting to see an army of angels waiting to attack them. Instead, bodies of Renegades, Desians, and angels were strewn everywhere. The walls were wet.
"Are those… balloons and streamers above the war zone? Cruxis is even more messed up than I thought," Zelos commented as he glanced at the ceiling.
"You should be thankful. There's fewer people for us to fight," Genis pointed out. Everyone agreed and kept on walking, trying to avoid stepping on the bodies. Coming through Welgaia and into Vinheim, they instantly saw a 60 foot tall Christmas tree looming in front of them. Dancing in front of it to Jingle Bells was Remiel.
"How is he even still alive?" Lloyd asked in an incredibly bored voice. The angel noticed them and stopped dancing.
"Intruders!" Remiel shouted as he pulled out his bow and arrow. Two Indignations, a Flame Lance, a Gravity Well, a Spark Wave, a Cyclone, a Bloody Lance, a Stalagmite, and a Holy Lance simultaneously connected with Remiel as the Renegade/Desian coalition walked in.
"That's so unfair…" Remiel complained. Yuan kicked him. Mithos danced in with his new platter of cookies.
"You came to party with us?" he asked. No one answered.
"Have a cookie!" Mithos said, stuffing a gingerbread cookie in Lloyd's mouth. No one really cared and Mithos was usurped in seconds, beaten into the ground. There was the sound of a bell. The now fallen leader of Cruxis began crawling back to the kitchen once more to take out the next batch. It was then that Colette remembered something.
"Merry Christmas, Mr. Yuan," Colette said, pulling an all too familiar object out of her wing pack. It was the cape.
"You had my cape all along!" Yuan thundered. A random Renegade ran up to him, bearing the new list of anti-Chosen plans.
"Sir-"
"Forget it! We don't need a plan! Everyone, to arms! Kill the Chosen!" Yuan cried, swinging his double saber and chasing her all over Vinheim. Some humming was heard. It was Deck the Halls and the source was Kratos. Under his arm was a barrel of gasoline. Orifiel looked at the wall. It was wet.
"Deck the halls with gasoline! Falalalalalalalala… Light a match and watch it gleam! Falalalalalalalala… Watch as Cruxis burns to ashes! Falalalalalalala… Now aren't you glad you played with matches? Falalalalalalalala…"
Kratos dropped the match and Vinheim burst into flames. Origin watched in amusement.
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