Final Fantasy VIII
Love Unrequited
By: Michael Montgomery
Due to quite a larger turn out in interest than initially expected, I have decided to continue on, in hopes that some great plot crash lands into my cranium. Anyway, you know the spiel, none of these characters are mine, they're property of my gaming God, Squaresoft. Now, without further adieu, I give unto you the next micro-installment of my tale.
~Session Two~
"It had been so long since we had all been together, even longer since we had seen Rinoa and Squall together. Zell, Quistis, Irvine, and I don't know what happened...but we just wished whatever had happened, hadn't. Things had been eerily silent after they fell...Irvine departed back to Galbadia, said he missed the atmosphere that place had. Quistis had taken on the role of Squall's personal therapist and Zell had decided to go spend time with his family, in Balamb. Which isn't all that far a walk...but geeze, why'd everyone have to split up basically." All these thoughts float through the mind of a young woman, named Selphie Tilmitt. The sometimes hyperactive yet always festively cheery girl, now wears a frown across her delicate face. From the waist up slumps over the side railing that guards the walkway area, her somewhat distance gaze piercing the ripples of the watery moat which surrounds the Garden's walkway.
"I told you...I'm not in the mood..."
Upon hearing this voice, so very agitated, she leans back fully, her feet once more touching the slick marble floor. Her head swiftly darts towards the direction of the voice, only to see Squall having a chat with his assistant. Noting that it's not the most friendly of conversations, thanks to Squall's tone with the assistant. Her eyes tenderly wander from side to side, searching around Squall for Quistis, only to realize she isn't around him. Up the slick and shiny tube of glass, wanders her gaze now, glancing up the elevator shaft towards the Headmaster's office.
"But sir! You cannot just abandon your position as Headmaster of the Garden whenever you please!" Shouts a very distressed facility member as well as Squall's assistant, his fist clenching and his heel stomping to the marble floor.
Squall's gaze narrows at his assistant, a tender shake of his head. His brown bangs dangle like shimmering silk sheets past his sapphire vision. Placing a gloved hand to the mans shoulder, he shoves at the assistant sending him reeling back a bit as Squall storms past him, eager to get away from this place. "I said I don't feel like it..." His movements swift as he makes his escape from his assistant, his boots clamoring softly to the floor as he strolls down the stairs. Once to the bottom of the stairs, he his halted by a familiar face, this sending his eyes rolling and a bit of a sigh passing his lips.
"What's the rush, Squally?" ask Selphie in this kind and upbeat voice, a smile spread across her lips. Holding her arms behind her back, her hands holding one another as she twist slowly from side to side, all the while keeping her eyes glued to Squall.
"Selphie...could you just move, please?" his head tilts tenderly to the side as he ask this, though not really asking as he already attempts to make his way past her.
"Now, Squally. I won't let'cha leave so easily!" Before Squall can make his way from her, she latches to his arm, walking beside him and nuzzling her head to his arm. Within her mind she figures maybe buttering him up will let the truth as to why he is so disgruntled fly out.
"...What are you doing?"
"What'chu talking about? I'm just tryin' to talk to you." Across her face remains her smile, her cheek still pressed against Squall's shoulder.
Suddenly, he comes to a halt, staring strait forward as he releases this sigh, within a barely audible growl, of sorts. In a swift motion, he jerks his arm from her grasp, sending her lunging forward a bit, as well as stumbling back. Her face is shocked and severely caught off guard, but he doesn't turn around to even notice these expressions of hers before he burst into a full sprint, leaping over the entrance gates, leaving her vision shortly after. Her shocked expression becomes one of hurt, her bottom lip swelling with a tender wiggle. Slamming a foot to the floor, she clenches her fist and vocally displays her anger.
"GRR! He is so impossible to deal with!"
"The cool sea raised breeze swelling all about me, filling my nostrils with the pure ecstasy of the ocean. Finally, I had made it out of that Garden...feeling some freedom now. Though I know I shouldn't feel too free now...I haven't even cleared this continent..." These thoughts fill Squall's mind as he trudges down the asphalt pathway to Balamb. His untamed hair shifting about in the brilliant breeze, though his gaze ever so distant, even beyond the horizon of the ocean, beyond this world...nowhere.
~End Session Two~
This concludes the second installment. Give me some R&R. Flames are welcome. Progressing slowly, I know. But I seek to detail this tale in short installments, each one growing a bit more in size. Till the next session, see ya.
Love Unrequited
By: Michael Montgomery
Due to quite a larger turn out in interest than initially expected, I have decided to continue on, in hopes that some great plot crash lands into my cranium. Anyway, you know the spiel, none of these characters are mine, they're property of my gaming God, Squaresoft. Now, without further adieu, I give unto you the next micro-installment of my tale.
~Session Two~
"It had been so long since we had all been together, even longer since we had seen Rinoa and Squall together. Zell, Quistis, Irvine, and I don't know what happened...but we just wished whatever had happened, hadn't. Things had been eerily silent after they fell...Irvine departed back to Galbadia, said he missed the atmosphere that place had. Quistis had taken on the role of Squall's personal therapist and Zell had decided to go spend time with his family, in Balamb. Which isn't all that far a walk...but geeze, why'd everyone have to split up basically." All these thoughts float through the mind of a young woman, named Selphie Tilmitt. The sometimes hyperactive yet always festively cheery girl, now wears a frown across her delicate face. From the waist up slumps over the side railing that guards the walkway area, her somewhat distance gaze piercing the ripples of the watery moat which surrounds the Garden's walkway.
"I told you...I'm not in the mood..."
Upon hearing this voice, so very agitated, she leans back fully, her feet once more touching the slick marble floor. Her head swiftly darts towards the direction of the voice, only to see Squall having a chat with his assistant. Noting that it's not the most friendly of conversations, thanks to Squall's tone with the assistant. Her eyes tenderly wander from side to side, searching around Squall for Quistis, only to realize she isn't around him. Up the slick and shiny tube of glass, wanders her gaze now, glancing up the elevator shaft towards the Headmaster's office.
"But sir! You cannot just abandon your position as Headmaster of the Garden whenever you please!" Shouts a very distressed facility member as well as Squall's assistant, his fist clenching and his heel stomping to the marble floor.
Squall's gaze narrows at his assistant, a tender shake of his head. His brown bangs dangle like shimmering silk sheets past his sapphire vision. Placing a gloved hand to the mans shoulder, he shoves at the assistant sending him reeling back a bit as Squall storms past him, eager to get away from this place. "I said I don't feel like it..." His movements swift as he makes his escape from his assistant, his boots clamoring softly to the floor as he strolls down the stairs. Once to the bottom of the stairs, he his halted by a familiar face, this sending his eyes rolling and a bit of a sigh passing his lips.
"What's the rush, Squally?" ask Selphie in this kind and upbeat voice, a smile spread across her lips. Holding her arms behind her back, her hands holding one another as she twist slowly from side to side, all the while keeping her eyes glued to Squall.
"Selphie...could you just move, please?" his head tilts tenderly to the side as he ask this, though not really asking as he already attempts to make his way past her.
"Now, Squally. I won't let'cha leave so easily!" Before Squall can make his way from her, she latches to his arm, walking beside him and nuzzling her head to his arm. Within her mind she figures maybe buttering him up will let the truth as to why he is so disgruntled fly out.
"...What are you doing?"
"What'chu talking about? I'm just tryin' to talk to you." Across her face remains her smile, her cheek still pressed against Squall's shoulder.
Suddenly, he comes to a halt, staring strait forward as he releases this sigh, within a barely audible growl, of sorts. In a swift motion, he jerks his arm from her grasp, sending her lunging forward a bit, as well as stumbling back. Her face is shocked and severely caught off guard, but he doesn't turn around to even notice these expressions of hers before he burst into a full sprint, leaping over the entrance gates, leaving her vision shortly after. Her shocked expression becomes one of hurt, her bottom lip swelling with a tender wiggle. Slamming a foot to the floor, she clenches her fist and vocally displays her anger.
"GRR! He is so impossible to deal with!"
"The cool sea raised breeze swelling all about me, filling my nostrils with the pure ecstasy of the ocean. Finally, I had made it out of that Garden...feeling some freedom now. Though I know I shouldn't feel too free now...I haven't even cleared this continent..." These thoughts fill Squall's mind as he trudges down the asphalt pathway to Balamb. His untamed hair shifting about in the brilliant breeze, though his gaze ever so distant, even beyond the horizon of the ocean, beyond this world...nowhere.
~End Session Two~
This concludes the second installment. Give me some R&R. Flames are welcome. Progressing slowly, I know. But I seek to detail this tale in short installments, each one growing a bit more in size. Till the next session, see ya.