EXPERIMENT: GOLD CHAPTER SIX
Disclaimer: The world is close-minded. You can tell by the way everyone has to write a pointless disclaimer. Final Fantasy VIII is Squaresoft's, and yeah I would kill to own it. ^__^
Author's Notes:
Being a senior can kill- trust me, between the studying and reckless exams, I've hardly time to simply sit down at the computer and type my fingers off. Anyways, I apologize for the hiatus, and now I've got a term paper to write!
I think this chapter was pretty much ok, but the reviews decide it. The following chart was inspired by AngelStorm's Fight the Future fic. Read it, =), it is great.
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Factor A: Seifer Almasy Factor B: Quistis Trepe
Age: 18 Age: 18
DOB: December 22 DOB: October 4
Height: 6'1" Height: 5'6"
Weapon: Hyperion Weapon: Save the Queen
Hair: Blonde Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Green Eyes: Blue
Arrogant Modest
Rude Courteous
Superficial Worldly
Hides behind smugness Hides sorrow behind a façade
Problematic Strives to achieve her goals
Perhaps we could put into correct use the age-old proverb, if it could be considered one, "Opposites attract." After all, from the contents, we had deemed them as different as night and day.
The two factors shared no physical similarities with the exclusion of their general hair color. However, even at that point, it did not match up. For one thing, Factor B had honey blonde hair while Factor A had gold hair. So despite a universal trait that was even then different, there had to be some physical alikeness. What it was, we did not know but we intended to find out.
Nevertheless, there were more important things to move onto. We had to find a way to combine the use of the two admirers, Miss Beatrice and Miss Alexandra, along with a dinner "date" in which the two girls would go to their respective idols to deliver a message.
To suggest a meeting would be too risky and had the odds against its success. Factor A despised formal events like conferences. Factor B was smart and knew about all the planned events six months into the future through informative conversation with the headmaster's secretary, Xu. By over-embellishing the coined up term of "emergency meeting" would only prove our downfall and the discovery of our experimenting by the factors.
A dinner date proposition was put forth and we decided it worthy of use. The only problem would be how we could monitor their every move if this date was to be in the least, romantic, drawing out supposedly innate fondness for the other. After all, one did not skulk into a restaurant and install a complicated network of hidden cameras and wires. There was also obviously no ability to have one of us accompany them, as it would offset any hiding romanticism.
Then Doyle suggested us making two reservations at one of the grandest restaurants possible. One reservation would ask for a table for two whilst the other would request a table for a party of twelve. If luck would run its unpredictable course in the name of science, we would be able to monitor the factors while enjoying a good meal served by pleasant waiters who knew their way to making a large tip.
Therefore, Mica called a restaurant, exclusive to the overly wealthy in Deling City, called Château in commemoration of the enormous palaces the rich had once resided in. She requested two reservations tonight at the hour of eight and was, surprisingly enough; granted them.
There was need now for two fancy invitations that were to be delivered to the factors. Using common typing paper would not do at all. We needed something thick, with the air of lavishness. We decided to send Eyras out to a stationery store nearby in Balamb to buy a small pack of extravagant paper.
He returned within a third of an hour with a fifty-pack, due to the unfortunate packing terms these companies conjured. However, it would not matter now.
Using a reed pen dipped constantly in ink, Mica began writing out the two invitations with a talented hand. Carefully and laboriously, she worked at each letter until she finally completed the requests. Airing them lightly, she soon deemed it worthy of being dry and made sure her folded crease was near perfect. Now we would summon the two fans.
Xu was more than kind enough to offer the use of the intercom and soon an announcement was made over the whole of Garden, probably frightening the two girls. They appeared in record time, with worried faces pasty from fear.
[CONVERSATION BEGINS]
BEATRICE: [STAMMERS] Y-YES?
ALEXANDRA: [MERELY STANDS RIGID FROM DREAD]
MICA: I WOULD GREATLY APPRECIATE IT, BEATRICE AND ALEXANDRA, IF YOU COULD DELIVER A MESSAGE TO MISS QUISTIS TREPE AND MISTER SEIFER ALMASY, RESPECTIVELY. [HOLDS THE TWO INVITATIONS]
BEATRICE: [OVERCOMES TERROR AND GRINS] SURE!
ALEXANDRA: [EYES LIGHT UP] GREAT! NOW SEIFER CAN'T NOT TALK TO ME NOW… *SIGH* SEIFER…
[THE WAY IN WHICH THE TWO GIRLS AUTOMATICALLY CHANGE THEIR EMOTIONS SO QUICKLY IS RATHER ASTOUNDING]
EYRAS: [CLEARS THROAT] AHEM. HERE ARE THE TWO INVITATIONS. IT'D DO YOU BEST TO SHOW SOME RESPECT AND PRIVACY, LADIES. ALL WE WANT YOU TO DO IS DELIVER THEM. THAT IS ALL.
BEATRICE: [GRINS] ANYTHING YOU SAY. [BEGINS TALKING TO HERSELF] AH, A NICE CONVERSATION WITH QUISTIS… WHAT A PROSPECT!
ALEXANDRA: [GIGGLES FLIRTATIOUSLY IN AN INWARD MANNER] MY DEAR SEIFER… HOW I CAN'T WAIT TO FEEL YOUR LIPS NIBBLING AT MY OWN, YOUR ARMS HUGGING ME, YOUR COMFORTING EMBRACE AROUND ME, YOUR GREAT COLOGNE RUBBING OFF OF YOU ONTO ME-
EYRAS: [INTERRUPTS CURTLY] IT WOULD NOT DO FOR YOU TO DAWDLE ABOUT DAYDREAMING, MISS ALEXANDRA. IF YOU BELIEVE FANTASIZING, THEN WE WILL ASK ANOTHER TO DELIVER THE MESSAGE.
ALEXANDRA: [GASPS] OH NO, YOU CAN'T! WE'RE TALKING ABOUT SEIFER! [BEGINS TO HUG HERSELF IN SHALLOW SHOCK] SEIFER SEIFER SEIFER…
MICA: LOOK, DO YOU PLAN TO MOVING ANYTIME SOON AS TO BRING THE PAPER TO HIM? TIME IS RATHER IMPORTANT.
ALEXANDRA: OK OK! NO NEED TO BE GRUMPY. SHEESH. [YANKS THE PAPER FROM EYRAS AND STALKS AWAY]
BEATRICE: WELL THANKS… [INVITATION IN HAND, SHE WALKS AWAY]
[CONVERSATION ENDS]
Half an hour had passed. It was now half past six. We hope that enough the two messengers had already given the messages to their particular idols. Due to the fact we would be going to an elite restaurant, formal dress would be more than expected. It would be mandatory. Therefore, it was necessary to ferret through our wardrobes for either a tuxedo for the men or a ball gown for the women. Fortunately enough, we had packed enough for whatever occasion that would come before us.
Tonight would be a deciding factor in our experiment. If it succeeded, there would be hope. If it failed, the experiment was complete; there would be no purpose in continuing vainly.
Experiment GOLD was approaching its climax.
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Author's Note: I would just like to give out heartfelt thanks to those loyal reviewers- you know who you are. =)