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Disclaimer: There is no need for an experiment to prove Squaresoft is the rightful owner of FF8.
Author's Note: And now- this is extremely long- making up for the shortness from chapter three. The GF compatibility thing and monster info are all wrong too, lol since I haven't played in a long time.
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Apparently, Cid Kramer is an amiable man who is easily persuaded.
OURSELVES: GOOD MORNING MR. KRAMER.
KRAMER: WHY HELLO EVERYONE. HOW ARE YOU ALL DOING IN GARDEN? OH YES, PLEASE, CALL ME CID. [FUMBLES WITH GLASSES]
OURSELVES: WE WERE WONDERING IF YOU COULD AID US IN OUR EXPERIMENT. WE ARE WILLING TO PAY THE EXPENSES.
KRAMER: NONSENSE! I WOULD BE DELIGHTED TO HELP YOU IN THE NAME OF SCIENCE.
OURSELVES: WOULD YOU BE GENEROUS ENOUGH TO CONCEIVE A FALSE MISSION FOR MISS QUISTIS TREPE AND SEIFER ALMASY?
KRAMER: WHA- OH, OF COURSE, I WOULD BE HAPPY TO DO SUCH A THING. WHEN?
OURSELVES: HMM, THURSDAY? WE NEED TWO DAYS TO PLAN OUT ALL THE SCHEMATICS OF THE EXPERIMENTAL PROCESS IN, WHICH THERE IS MANY A FACTOR TO BE PLANNED OUT.
KRAMER: OF COURSE THEN. IS THAT ALL? [WE NOD] ALL RIGHT, HAVE A GOOD DAY, SIRS AND MADAMS. [ENDS]
The view of this rather lenient headmaster is easily conceived. The rough work of the experiment has been established. The only thought we had as of current was to what kind of bogus assignment was to be instituted that would intertwine with our plans.
As we strode down the hallway towards the elevator, a lively young man crashed into us. From the force of the impact, it was obvious he had been running.
Our only recorder was destroyed, having been crushed quietly under the garish red sneaker of the man whom we recognized as Mr. Zell Dincht. He apologized profusely, but regret does not repair broken things and remorse did not refurbish our recorder. An hour would be wasted fabricating a new recorder. It was fortunate enough we had brought much of our technical lab equipment. However, this minor upset paved the way to an idea.
Dincht was like a rampaging Tyrannosaurus Rex that crushed whatever was in his warpath, as Doyle had compared. Ah, the humanities genius's analogy went well, for our mission factor was complete. It would be simple, to create a task in which Trepe and Almasy were to slay monsters in the nearby region of Caudal. Caudal was teeming with reptilian life, dangerous with gleaming sharp fangs and keen claws. Yet, with two top SeeDs, they posed no danger at all.
Doyle hurried back to Mr. Kramer's office to inform him and we waited for his return. Five minutes later, he returned and we went back to our private room so the electrically gifted Eyras could build a recorder.
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It was Thursday, and an auspicious morning with the blinding glare of insolation that was well absorbed by the glass windows. Mica pinned the minute device to her collar. She had on her a Tempest Rod, a temperamental weapon best suited to her volatile personality and skill.
We bade her farewell and she left without a word.
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SEIFER: WHY IS IT THAT I'M STUCK ON THIS HELLHOLE MISSION WITH TWO SNOBBY HAGS? AND WHY DO I ONLY GET ALEXANDER? HE'S THE WEIRDEST GF.
QUISTIS: ALEXANDER IS NOT A WEIRD GF, BUT RATHER ONE OF THE BEST.
SEIFER: THAT'S BECAUSE YOU HAVE IFRIT, CERBERUS AND BAHAMUT! IT'S NOT FAIR! SQUALL GIVES MICA EDEN FOR TODAY! WHY CAN'T I HAVE ED-
QUISTIS: ALEXANDER IS ONE OF THE BEST GF, WITH AN EXTREMELY STRONG HOLY ATTACK. SOME WOULD THINK, SEIFER, THAT WITH THOSE CRIMSON CROSSES EMBLAZONED ON YOUR COAT, YOU WOULD BELIEVE IN HOLY THINGS.
MICA: PLEASE STOP BICKERING.
[THREE BEHEMOTHS APPEAR]
MICA: LEVEL 98 WITH 84000 HP APIECE.
QUISTIS: BAHAMUT! [SUMMONS GF]
SEIFER: DEMON SLICE! [9999 DAMAGE TO LEFT BEHEMOTH]
[BAHAMUT INJURES ALL BEHEMOTHS, 9999 DAMAGE APIECE]
MICA: EDEN! [SUMMONS GF]
SEIFER: DEMON SLICE! [9999 DAMAGE TO LEFT BEHEMOTH]
[EDEN INJURES ALL BEHEMOTHS, 9999 DAMAGE APIECE]
QUISTIS: IFRIT! [SUMMONS GF]
[IFRIT INJURES ALL BEHEMOTHS, 9999 DAMAGE APIECE]
[BEHEMOTH STRIKES AT QUISTIS, BRINGING HER DOWN TO 859 HP]
QUISTIS: SHOCKWAVE PULSAR! [LIMIT BREAK FOR 9999 DAMAGE, ATTACKING ALL BEHEMOTHS]
MICA: EDEN! [SUMMONS GF]
SEIFER: ALEXANDER! [SUMMONS GF]
QUISTIS: BAHAMUT! [SUMMONS GF]
[EDEN INJURES ALL BEHEMOTHS, 9999 DAMAGE APIECE. ALEXANDER INJURES ALL BEHEMOTH, 9999 DAMAGE APIECE. BAHAMUT INJURES ALL BEHEMOTHS, 9999 DAMAGE APIECE. ALL THIS GOES ON UNTIL THE MONSTERS ARE KILLED AND EXPERIENCE AND ITEMS ARE GIVEN.]
MICA: WELL, THAT WAS A LONG BATTLE.
SEIFER: YOU SHOULD SEE ME FIGHTING MALBOROS. TAKES LONGER. [ARROGANT]
QUISTIS: STOP BRAGGING.
SEIFER: WHAT, IS THE INSTRUCTOR GOING TO TELL ME TO SHUT UP?
QUISTIS: I DIDN'T SAY THAT.
SEIFER: DENIAL. YOU CAN NEVER ADMIT ANYTHING THAT WOULD BREAK DOWN YOUR LITTLE FAÇADE.
QUISTIS: LIKEWISE FOR YOU.
SEIFER: AREN'T WE SO DRAMATIC?
QUISTIS: I AM NOT ACTING LIKE A DRAMA QUEEN, Y-YOU INSIGNIFICANT, ARROGANT, IMMATURE JERK!
SEIFER: STOP WITH THE ADJECTIVES UNLESS YOU'RE TRYING TO PROVE TO ME YOU'RE A THESAURUS. HM, WHY DON'T WE LOOK UP "PRUDE"?
QUISTIS: YOU'RE PROBLEMATIC, YOU KNOW THAT?
SEIFER: AND I WONDER HOW MANY TIMES YOU'VE SAID THAT.
QUISTIS: NOT LIKE YOU TO KEEP A MEMORY.
SEIFER: NOT LIKE YOU TO BE SO COMMITTED TO AN ARGUMENT.
QUISTIS: JUST SHUT UP.
SEIFER: YOU CAN'T MAKE ME.
[POINTLESS ARGUING CONTINUES ON AND ON. THERE ARE NO MORE MONSTERS THAT ENCOUNTER.]
MICA: PERHAPS WE SHOULD RETURN TO GARDEN.
QUISTIS: A WISE SUGGESTION. COME, LET'S GET ON THE RAGNAROK.
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Mica returned, tired, simply handing the recorder to us without a word. She abruptly fell into a deep sleep and we decided it wise to withhold the playing of the tape till tomorrow.
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