There's Just Something About You...
That Pisses Me Off
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Final Fantasy X, or Simon R. Green's Nightside, my dolls are mine and I sold my soul for chocolate.
Tidus lived in a Post-War Zanarkand for seven years before Auron got him, he's not a dream, he's real. Shuyin's twin brother, and four years older than in the game.
Summary: Attempt one failed. Attempt two never got off the ground. Attempt three, four and five turnned into pink fuzzy bunnies. Attempt six and seven tried to kill everyone. Attempt eight was a flop. Attempt nine was a joke. Attempt ten momentarily turnned everyone into frogs... What's next?
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Italy anyone?
No thank you
Same
Um-! Nevermind...
"What-?"
Ally was staring with wide eyes at the weirdly dressed, almost punk-looking, band that had appeared in front of Leslie by the ramp to the Maester's ship. They were currently serenading the unhappy Secretary. Seymour, who'd been about to come down after Leslie had introduced him, looked torn between laughter and irritation.
Finally, Leslie grabbed the microphone from the lead-singer. "Tell Bickson, that if he really wants me to forgive him? He'd better do alot better than a song about a Sending. And in other news!" She tapped the microphone, "Oh yes, this is alot better than shouting to over a hundred people... May I present to you the newly ordained Maester Seymour Guado, son of the late Jyscal Guado."
Tidus leaned closer to Ally as everyone began to do the Yevon Prayer Bow, "How'd she get on the boat?"
Ally leaned closer to him as well, "Some times, it's just better not to ask."
"Ah," With that, Tidus and Ally bowed as well.
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Ally twitched lightly, "Tidus, please, wait till after to question me, will you? Lulu's giving me some really strange looks."
Tidus shrugged, "Well, you're the one who seems to know all about this stuff."
"It's called, listening to Leslie sleep-talk. Unfortunately, I've not gotten any blackmail material, yet. But it's still rather informative."
"Ah."
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"How long is this gonna be?"
Ally smiled blankly, "I honestly don't know! And I'm trying to drift off to never-never land now, if you don't mind."
"Hmph, meanie."
Another thing to put on Tidus Cons, he just reminded me of Rikku and Paine mixed together. "Hush."
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"Ally?"
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"Hey-!"
Smack!
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"Hey Ally? Ally? Yo! Ally!" Tidus gave up and cracked a glass "fish scale" over Ally's head, drenching her with water.
Ally sputtered and blinked, ringing out her hair and wiping off her face. "What was that for?"
Tidus waved towards the front, where Leslie was evading the guards and Seymour to get lost in the dispersing crowd. "It's over."
"Oh, a-hem, excuse me. Thanks?"
"No problem."
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Saiko Tachi
... And the liars!
... Damare!
"Dude, I totally agree with Ally and the Blonde. That was taking way to long."
"Ya think?" Mel snorted.
Ashia glared at her, "Oh hush."
"Little shop! Little shop a horrors-" Chris sang cheerfully.
Gwen nodded her head in time to the singing, "She's right, this is kinda catchy."
Rayne gave the singers and dancers a blank look. "Oh god, my sister is contagious, and she isn't even here!"
"Didn't we already know this?"
Rayne gave John an evil look, "Shut up. I never stopped being mad at you."
John, wisely, said nothing.
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Blitzpractice. Why do they call it blitz?
I don't know, but it reminds me of German class!
Mmm, lightning...
Geez... Don't drool now
I stopped drooling once I exited the snot-nosed brat stage
Uh-huh, riiight...
"Cosette, it's turned so coold
Cosette, it's past your bedtiime
You've played the day awaay
And soon it will be niight.'
"Come to me, Cosette, the light is fading
Don't you see the evening star appearing?
Come to me, and rest against my shoulder
How fast the minutes fly away and every minute colder.'
"Hurry near, another day is dying
Don't you hear, the winter wind is crying?
There's a darkness which comes without a warning
But I will sing you lullabies and wake you in the morning..."
Leslie sang softly with the music, while Elsinia took over the rest of her body, dancing and spinning, jumping and twirling, scarves sliding through the air gently. Fiends fell away under the razor edge attached to every bit of fabric she owned. Long practice had made it so she could avoid the bitter metal, and Elsinia had always been the greatest dancer when she was alive. She tucked away the scarves and brushed out her hair.
Humming along to "Master of The House" as she tied her hair onto the top of her head and collected the offerings the pyreflies gave in thanks for being freed, finally able to leave to the Farplane and eternal rest. "Ha, eternal rest lo kuthra. They have reincarnation here too. Try and see anyone who'd died in Zanarkand and all you'll see is shadowed reflections of others. I hate the Farplane."
"Mmm, me too darr-ling."
Leslie looked up, not quite shocked, but silently berating herself for letting herself be caught unaware. What if it had been Seymour or a guard instead of the dark-amber skinned woman with a white fioru skirt and unbound breasts in the ceariol of her Wiewren people? "Hello Poetma."
The shaved-headed woman nodded to the free-spirited "Chosen". "It is good to see that you are well, though you seem to be thinking rather hard."
"Tis nothing to be concerned over, what is your message?"
"Ixion required a... Mediator, to warn you that Bahamut is feeling rather... Off."
"Tis his own fault for not waiting till he grew to become a Fayth, or atleast going through the ritual to Age."
"Yes, that is what the others say. He does not agree."
"Hm..." Leslie mused, "Well, what does this have to do with me?"
"He requires a meeting, in Bevelle."
"No."
"He thought you might say that. We were all informed that, if that should be your answer, we should take you anyway."
"Ha. Why couldn't he do it himself?"
"It rather defeats the purpose of making you come to him..." Poetma said drily.
"Hm, well, inform him that Hunter has requested my presence in Verascolir. I'm sure Anshrimo does not wish me to miss that appointment."
"Why were we not informed of this?" The Fayth asked in confusion.
"The Hunter has developed a strong dislike of Corathamin."
"Ah. I shall be sure to inform him, he will be most disappointed."
"Hm, anyway, inform the Baha-Men..." A blank look over-took Leslie's face, "A-hem, I mean, Bahamut... I need to get a new hobby... That I shall have to miss his appointment, I will need to spend most of the night and some of the next morning recovering, just from the jump. And there's no telling what Hunter will ask me to do once I am there..."
"Of course, this shall be fun..." Poetma mused.
Leslie grinned as she watched Poetma leave, the real reason she liked the Cat-like Fayth, she had a mean mischief-streak. She sighed and stood, dusting herself off. "Well, might as well get going. Hup! To... Whatever it's called! Oh jodash, I can't believe I forgot it already..."
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"Where's Leslie?" Yuna asked the others in concern.
"She requested a little time to wander," Lulu explained, "She said she will head to the viwav we are staying at later. And she also asked me to tell Yuna not to worry about her."
Ally shook her head, slightly in awe that Leslie had been hanging out with these people long enough to figure out how they would react. Then again, she did tend to be the psychiatrist of the group on Earth. Hmm... Did Spira even have psychiatrists? Meh, no matter. Either way, that's who Leslie was to their group on Earth, it didn't surprise her that she hadn't gotten anyless adept at reading people.
Yuna pouted, and sulked in her seat while she, Lulu, Ally and Kimahri watched Tidus and Wakka at Blitzpractice. Yuna shifted, and shifted, and shifted, and-...
"Oh all right already!" Lulu grumbled in exasperation, "We'll go see the town and try and find her, is that acceptable?"
Yuna bounced out of her seat, grinning and nodding.
Ally blinked, once, twice, mentally nudging the item, 'Kill-FFX-game-makers-and-castrate-them,-not-necessarily-in-that-order' up a few notches on her To Do List. Those jerks had alot to answer for...
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Saiko Tachi
Meh, I'm getting bored of that name...
Shall we change it?
Hmph, sure, we only have to pay for freakin lawyers!
Hm, good point
"I want a new sister, how much do you think it'll cost?" John mused, staring at Rayne as she, almost litterally, frothed at the mouth.
Dani was also staring at Rayne, "You might be able to get one discount, on account of pity."
Theresa looked between Dani, Rayne, John and Ashia... And the others who were all singing and dancing by this point. "I need to get out of the house, you all are driving me nuts."
"Here, here!" Ashia put in weakly.
"When I was younger, just a bad little kid,
My mama noticed funny things I did.
Like shooting puppies with a B.B. gun.
I'd poison guppies and when I was done,
I'd find a pussycat and bash in its head.
That's when my mama said!"
"WHAT DID SHE SAY?"
"Oh lord help me..."
"She said, "My boy, I think someday,
You'll find a way, to make your natural tendencies pay!
"You'll be a de-entist!
You have a talent for causing things pain!
Son, be a de-entist,
People will pay you to be inhumane!
Your temperament's wrong for the priesthood,
And teaching would suit you still less!
Son, be a de-entist!
You'll be a success!"
John blinked, "I should've stayed in the Nightside and prayed for a slow death instead..."
"Can you take me wit' you?" Dani asked uncertainly.
"I think we should all go, or atleast send them there..."
"Oh yeah, most definately a good idea."
They all turnned to Rayne in shock. "What?" She said flatly,"It's not showing Yuna anymore."
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AN: Betta wait a minute!
Ah shit, not again...
-You betta hold the phone!
Oh hell no.
-Betta mind your manners
Shut up!
-Betta change your tone.
I'm gonna-!
-Don't you threaten me son, you got a lotta gall. We're gonna do things my way, or we wont do things at alllll!