Tales of Symphonia, idiot seraphim deux

((A/N: Me again!

DraNKa: Mithos is always cute. In a girly sort of way... I love his skit picture. It makes him look sooo much like Colette! I can kinda understand what Genis sees in him.

Katandshadow: Ofcourse it would be physically impossible for Alan to be Marcus's father. Unless Alan is secretly fourthousand years old...

Woogly: A third saga? Well... keep this a secret, but I can say that the chances of a third saga are... 99,8!

Blackdrak: I think Forcystus may be... like... unable to die. (hooray, I'm spiffy coolio!)

Vincent Kalas: Vanished into thin air? No, no. That's what he wanted you to think. He actually used one of those Men In Black flashers to make a quick escape! He had to crawl, ofcourse, since he couldn't use his legs anymore.

Enjoy this chapter!))


Chapter twelve.

Forcystus's wheelchair started whirring loudly. Suddenly, a small hatch on the side opened, and a plastic mug appeared. The mug automatically filled with hot, steaming coffee. Yuan, Kratos and Zelos gasped.

"It's a cappuccino machine! We're gonna die!" Kratos shrieked.

"Have mercy, mister Forcystus!" Zelos begged, falling to his knees.

Yuan walked forward, grabbed the mug and took a sip. "Hm… it's a mocha cappuccino. But it could use more sugar." He said.

"You morons! That's not my secret weapon! I pressed the wrong button!" Forcystus shouted.

"Oh… okay." Zelos got to his feet again.

"He presses the wrong button, and calls us morons…" Kratos muttered.

Forcystus pressed a different button on his armrest. The wheelchair started whirring again. Suddenly, large robotic arms and legs shot out of it, and within a matter of seconds, the wheelchair had transformed into a large fighting robot.

"It's a robot in disguise!" Kratos exclaimed.

"Yes. And now, I shall crush you all like flies! Or ants! Or… little grains of sand! Or cupcakes!" Forcystus laughed in a really evil way.

"I refuse to be crushed like a cupcake!" Yuan ran towards the large robot and kicked it in the shins. This resulted in him hopping around on his other foot, squeaking in pain.

"Looks like we'll need to defeat this thing in battle." Kratos said, drawing this sword. Zelos did the same.

"Yuan, can you go back to Lloyd and tell him we're on our way?" he asked.

"Excuse me? I just escaped that hellhole, and now you want me to go back?" Yuan stared at him.

"You're the only one who knows how to get in, and we need to make sure Lloyd doesn't commit kamikaze while we're stuck here."

"Kratooos!" Yuan called in a whiney voice.

"I'm sorry Yuan, but he has a point. Don't worry, we'll come save you as soon as possible." Kratos nodded.

"Fine! Be that way!" Yuan stomped off.

"Huh? Hey, none shall pass!" Forcystus shouted, staring at Yuan, and preparing to go after him.

"Your fight is with us, big guy!" Kratos called, firing a Demon fang attack at the robot. It simply bounced off.


Five minutes later, Yuan hopped out of the ventilation duct, and landed on Lloyd, who was sitting underneath it.

"My hip!" Lloyd grunted. "What are you doing back here? Was the way out blocked or something?"

"No. But I was sent back." Yuan said shortly, crawling off the poor boy.

"You were sent back?"

"Yeah. I was supposed to pass a message, but I forgot what it was…"

"I'm surrounded by morons…" Lloyd muttered, rubbing his temples.

"Is that stupid song still going on?" Yuan asked, glaring at the radio that was playing along merrily.

"It must be powered by my annoyance or something. It never ever stops!"

"We'll see about that!" Yuan growled, crawling towards the iron bars and pointing his hand towards the radio.

"You can't reach it, you know…" Lloyd said slowly, but Yuan wasn't listening.

"Judgement!" the seraph shouted. It immediately began raining rays of light, smashing the radio into a thousand little bits.

"Sweet, sweet silence…" Lloyd sighed.

"Such a handy attack." Yuan grinned.

"Hey, why don't you just use it on the iron bars?"

"… Why didn't I think of that!" Yuan exclaimed once again.

"Because you're an-"

"Oh, shut up! Can't you people understand that question is rhetorical?"


((Transformers, wheelchairs in disguise!))

((Two more chapters and an epilogue!))