Cards
Doncha just love those little paste board thingys with the little symbols like clubs, and spades, and all the pictures of the ah pehs (this is a Singaporean joke)?
I don't. I lost half of my ang pao money at blackjack. (this is hyperbole)
The disclaimer which was too late: I don't own Final Fantasy 8, squaresoft, and what have you. Given the quality of the games (and that movie) which squaresoft has been turning out recently, I'm quite relieved by that.
Wherever have the nutty fire/ice/bolt/etc. rings/swords/spells/armour/etc. gone? What's wrong with a little wizards and warriors style fantasy? Why is it everytime I look at a final fantasy game these days, I see some guy in a gaudy jacket with a bob hairdo, instead of sum hapless twerp in rusty armour? (I love Steiner!)
Also, I do not own Lord of the Rings. Which *is* a pity.
Anyway, the last we saw of Seifer, Fujin And Raijin, they were sailing into the sunset on a hijacked sorry, borrowed, ship from Balamb Garden's motor pool. Fujin was a pretty purple in the reddish light, Seifer was a bright red from all that blood he spilled in the last chapter (just kidding) and Raijin was ruining the view with his puce coloured jacket.
So let's cut to Squall
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"...."
"I don't think so"
"...?"
"Why don't you put the Rinoa card in the top centre box?"
"...!"
"No! Don't put it there you dunce!"
"Listen lady, this guy challenged me, not you. Will you stop acting like he's you're proxy?"
"..., ............"
Quistis pouted.
"Alright then. Squall, you know where to find me. You can be a fool, but you'll have to be your own fool."
Quistis stalked off in a huff, muttering something vaguely audible as "I never liked that card anyway" under her breath.
Squall's mouth curled up at the corners as he placed his card in the bottom left corner.
Five minutes later, the man in the uniform walked away, whistling under his breath and wondering how the idiot in the leather jacket had ever managed to win such a rare card in the first place.
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Seifer snarled viciously and thrusted.
Fujin screamed as a seering pain burnt through her body. She whimpered and clutched at her tattered clothing.
"Hold on Fu! I'm comin' ya know? Seifer you bastard! Is that the only thing you can do?"
Seifer thrust again. This time, metal bit through carapice and blood spurted.
"Now! NOW!!"
Pretty blue light erupted from the ground and enveloped the ruby dragon. Seconds later, a pretty piece of pasteboard fluttered to the ground.
Seifer sagged to the ground, panting and totally spent while Raijin tended to Fujin's wounds, ya knowing away to himself.
The guy in the grubby (and blood stained) overcoat dragged himself to his feet, breathing heavily and rubbing his forehead.
"Ready guys?"
"AFFIRMATIVE."
"Ya know?"
Seifer's back suddenly felt cool and the sky darkened. Little drops of water splattered noisily onto the ground all around him.
"Aw nuts. One more card to go and it starts raining. Ah well, nothing to it, we'd better get back to the ship, guys. Guys?"
Fujin was staring upwards, single eye glittering. Raijin was curled into a fetal posistion and yammering away.
Seifer took in the suspiciously small part of the ground that was in shadow. He took in the unusual tendril like qualities of the shadows edges. He reached a conclusion and turned around.
"Boy, does your breath stink."
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Approximately fifteen minutes later, Seifer and friends were back on the high seas. Although covered with slime, blood and saliva, they seemed oddly pleased with themselves, and with a small, smelly and damp card. At least, those who were in any state to feel pleased with themselves felt pleased with themselves. Raijin had been chained to the deck, and was still ya knowing away in his sleep. He had fainted in battle, woken up, mistaken Seifer for a Blitz and tried to attack him. Fujin had held him back, but with arguable success. Raijin would probably be okay though, as long as they managed to get him to the infirmary in time.
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"Squall! I challenge you to a Triple Triad game!"
"...!!!"
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"Having trouble Seifer?"
"Shutup."
"Ahh?"
"I mean, shutup, instructor, ma'm."
"That's better."
"..."
"Look, I'm trying to think, okay?"
"..."
"I just had the rules explained to me. Do you think you could be a little more tolerent?"
"..."
"OH YEAH?!"
"..."
"Well that's your problem!"
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Beads of sweat rolled down Seifer's forehead. Barely fifteen minutes into his first game and he was already having problems.
"Can you just place a card?"
"I'm trying to decide!"
"I haven't got all day, ya know."
"WHAT was that?"
"Umm, no nothin', looking at you think is really intrestin', ya know?"
Seifer gave up.
"Take that!"
He placed his marlboro in the centre square.
All the spectators blanched.
"...!!!"
"Sucks to your asthma!"
"...!!!"
"All right, let's do just that!"
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Seifer and Squall stood on a barren plain, littered with rocks. The blue shape of Garden rose up in the distance.
Seifer raised his Hyperion arrogantly and beckoned with his left hand.
Squall growled and growled. He picked up the revolver and struggled to his feet.
Suddenly, a crysenthemmum of fire blossomed around Squall.
Seifer slashed. Blood sprayed across the earth.
*END*
Doncha just love those little paste board thingys with the little symbols like clubs, and spades, and all the pictures of the ah pehs (this is a Singaporean joke)?
I don't. I lost half of my ang pao money at blackjack. (this is hyperbole)
The disclaimer which was too late: I don't own Final Fantasy 8, squaresoft, and what have you. Given the quality of the games (and that movie) which squaresoft has been turning out recently, I'm quite relieved by that.
Wherever have the nutty fire/ice/bolt/etc. rings/swords/spells/armour/etc. gone? What's wrong with a little wizards and warriors style fantasy? Why is it everytime I look at a final fantasy game these days, I see some guy in a gaudy jacket with a bob hairdo, instead of sum hapless twerp in rusty armour? (I love Steiner!)
Also, I do not own Lord of the Rings. Which *is* a pity.
Anyway, the last we saw of Seifer, Fujin And Raijin, they were sailing into the sunset on a hijacked sorry, borrowed, ship from Balamb Garden's motor pool. Fujin was a pretty purple in the reddish light, Seifer was a bright red from all that blood he spilled in the last chapter (just kidding) and Raijin was ruining the view with his puce coloured jacket.
So let's cut to Squall
*****************************************************************************
"...."
"I don't think so"
"...?"
"Why don't you put the Rinoa card in the top centre box?"
"...!"
"No! Don't put it there you dunce!"
"Listen lady, this guy challenged me, not you. Will you stop acting like he's you're proxy?"
"..., ............"
Quistis pouted.
"Alright then. Squall, you know where to find me. You can be a fool, but you'll have to be your own fool."
Quistis stalked off in a huff, muttering something vaguely audible as "I never liked that card anyway" under her breath.
Squall's mouth curled up at the corners as he placed his card in the bottom left corner.
Five minutes later, the man in the uniform walked away, whistling under his breath and wondering how the idiot in the leather jacket had ever managed to win such a rare card in the first place.
*****************************************************************************
Seifer snarled viciously and thrusted.
Fujin screamed as a seering pain burnt through her body. She whimpered and clutched at her tattered clothing.
"Hold on Fu! I'm comin' ya know? Seifer you bastard! Is that the only thing you can do?"
Seifer thrust again. This time, metal bit through carapice and blood spurted.
"Now! NOW!!"
Pretty blue light erupted from the ground and enveloped the ruby dragon. Seconds later, a pretty piece of pasteboard fluttered to the ground.
Seifer sagged to the ground, panting and totally spent while Raijin tended to Fujin's wounds, ya knowing away to himself.
The guy in the grubby (and blood stained) overcoat dragged himself to his feet, breathing heavily and rubbing his forehead.
"Ready guys?"
"AFFIRMATIVE."
"Ya know?"
Seifer's back suddenly felt cool and the sky darkened. Little drops of water splattered noisily onto the ground all around him.
"Aw nuts. One more card to go and it starts raining. Ah well, nothing to it, we'd better get back to the ship, guys. Guys?"
Fujin was staring upwards, single eye glittering. Raijin was curled into a fetal posistion and yammering away.
Seifer took in the suspiciously small part of the ground that was in shadow. He took in the unusual tendril like qualities of the shadows edges. He reached a conclusion and turned around.
"Boy, does your breath stink."
*****************************************************************************
Approximately fifteen minutes later, Seifer and friends were back on the high seas. Although covered with slime, blood and saliva, they seemed oddly pleased with themselves, and with a small, smelly and damp card. At least, those who were in any state to feel pleased with themselves felt pleased with themselves. Raijin had been chained to the deck, and was still ya knowing away in his sleep. He had fainted in battle, woken up, mistaken Seifer for a Blitz and tried to attack him. Fujin had held him back, but with arguable success. Raijin would probably be okay though, as long as they managed to get him to the infirmary in time.
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"Squall! I challenge you to a Triple Triad game!"
"...!!!"
*****************************************************************************
"Having trouble Seifer?"
"Shutup."
"Ahh?"
"I mean, shutup, instructor, ma'm."
"That's better."
"..."
"Look, I'm trying to think, okay?"
"..."
"I just had the rules explained to me. Do you think you could be a little more tolerent?"
"..."
"OH YEAH?!"
"..."
"Well that's your problem!"
*****************************************************************************
Beads of sweat rolled down Seifer's forehead. Barely fifteen minutes into his first game and he was already having problems.
"Can you just place a card?"
"I'm trying to decide!"
"I haven't got all day, ya know."
"WHAT was that?"
"Umm, no nothin', looking at you think is really intrestin', ya know?"
Seifer gave up.
"Take that!"
He placed his marlboro in the centre square.
All the spectators blanched.
"...!!!"
"Sucks to your asthma!"
"...!!!"
"All right, let's do just that!"
*****************************************************************************
Seifer and Squall stood on a barren plain, littered with rocks. The blue shape of Garden rose up in the distance.
Seifer raised his Hyperion arrogantly and beckoned with his left hand.
Squall growled and growled. He picked up the revolver and struggled to his feet.
Suddenly, a crysenthemmum of fire blossomed around Squall.
Seifer slashed. Blood sprayed across the earth.
*END*