Rebound

   Gryphon Lancer: yeah ok this is my first Tactics fan fic,so its probally not that good.. I don't own Tactics but I own my persona, and the random characters.

   R+R PLEASE!!!

   prologue

   "Dammit!!!…DAMMIT DAMMIT DAMMIT!!!"  I swore as I hit my head off the table "Why must I have to kill all these damn archers! And since when did a Monk k      now steal heart?!?" I slumped in my chair as the game over screen wavered on the T.V. 'Ok, I need to work on this a bit…' I though as I reset the game. So what if I      didn't know how to win a fight? No one ever said running away was a sign of weakness…ok…maybe someone said that…

   "you need help"

   "Who are you?"

   "you want help?"

   Ok, I was talking to an unknown voice in my head after throwing a temper tantrum at a video game…make sense? I didn't think so…

   "thought so"

   Now, I always though that if I was going to get sent to another plain of existence that there would be eternal darkness, or something along the lines of that. But             noooo… the stupid voice in my head had to make it all white! Not that I was paying attention as I was about to throw up. My eye's were burning, my throat was        sore, and my tailbone made an ill sounding snap as I landed in a brightly lit room.

    It was a small room, with a small desk in the middle, with a small man sitting by it, signing papers. He had pure white wings, bleach blonde hair, and a lightly spred          creamed sesame seed bagel on his desk. 'Philly cream cheese commercial' I thought flatly as he finally noticed me. His light blue eye's glared at me with a very

   Annoyed look.

"If you don't like my brand of cream cheese, I suggest you leave"  Ok, he telepathic…this is getting very uncomfortable.

"sorry, it just seemed kind of stereotypical…"Same voice as before…figures "where am I?"

"this is the place where people asking to get warped into video games go to get…well…warped, I'm the arch angel Animus if you must know"

"freaky…where am I going again?" Stupid question…

"look, I'm not going to play stupid mind games with a girl who, to me looks like she might faint!"

"Fair enough"

"its all arranged, just don't screw it up, and watch your language"  He said (well, thought) ask he pressed a big red button on his desk.

"WAIT!!!" I screamed as I flailed to grab hold of the floor. Seemed the button opened a hole in the floor, what does this remind me of I wonder? Heh, Great sense of humor buddy. "WHAT'S ARRANGED? WHAT CAN I NOT SCREW UP? IM GOING TO BE SICK IF I FALL AGAINNNNNN!!!!…" My hands slipped on the linoleum (stupid upper body strength) as I fell into the eternal nothingness. The last thing that went through my mind as I slipped out of consciousness  was where I was going…even if I had a hunch about the location.