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It was an odd day in the limbo that is often called, Theauthorstwistedimagination . . . but that wasn't the important part. What was important was that in the hazy confines of this world there were gathered many of the noteworthy personages from various Final Fantasy games. The divine ruler of all that took place in that realm had made a proclamation that had meant very little to the digital heros at the time, but they were sadly mistaken on the gravity of the situation.
"ALL PRISON-*cough* PERSONNEL REPORT TO THE MEETING HALL IMMEDIATELY! CLASSIFICATION WILL BEGIN IN EXACTLY THERE MINUETS, ABSENCE SI PUNISHABLE WITH EXTREME PAIN AND 'MONKEY PUDDING'."
A shiver ran up the spines of the less courageous, and the others simply shook the heads in silence, before heading to the Hall with an air of silent confidence and annoyance. The corridors were left empty. Or at least that is what they thought.
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There was silence in the congregation, for nobody truly knew what would come. There were whispers and the sound of rustling fabric, quickly silenced by an authoritative look from one of the various leaders of the heroic companies.
Lightning flashed and thunder rolled- from speakers around the room, none the less a young blond girl in shortshorts filched and cried out. The shocked group payed no attention, for thay were distracted by ghostly images in the center of the room.
"Cid!?" several voices chimes at the appearance of the ethereal pilot, Headmaster, Regent and Al Bhed.
"Silence," the men intoned, "We are Cid, chosen emissary of the one above, the all powerful programer." The image flickered and snapped in the center of the room. There was an unconfortable silence.
" Hey guys sorry I'm late- Woh, what's everybody staring at?" the youth said nervously as the doors swung closed behind him. Enter Zell Dicht, martial artist who liked hair jell, hotdogs and beating on machines.

"You are late, and so will pay the consequences. Go peacefully or enforcers will be summoned." the holograms emotionless voice commanded.
"Headmaster Cid? Hey, c'mon it won't happen again." the boy wiped his hand on this shorts and held it out. "I promise."
The Cids' eyes narrowed, and the transparent headmaster stepped forward. "I'm afraid I can't do that, my boy." he stepped back into the group.
"What's up with this!" Zell exclaimed.
"Yah, old man, have you been passing around those special cigarets again?!" shouted Yuffie, a young ninja to the pilot Cid Highwind.
"Yeah," Eiko, a six year old summoner in a yellow jumper piped up to the mustached regent. "Hilda wouldn't be happy if you'd been down in the bars again."
"You know," said the red-blond who had squeaked at their entrance previously, " you're really freaking me out, pop-"
"Silence, we are CID!"the Cid interrupted,"Join the chickenwuss in the center of the room and follow the guards outside." several uniform clad men wielding shock prods entered, two taking the struggling Zell, the rest singling out the remainder from the crowd. There was silence as the doors shut once more.
"No not the monkey pudding! Ahhh no, don't throw that-!" the scream echoed weakly.
"You can't do this!" cried a brunet brandishing nunchaks. "Hey, are you listening to me!" the Cids eyes only flickered as the security once again enter the hall. "Hey?! Stop!" she yelled as the men hauled her away.
They could only stare as the Cid smiled coldly.
"Resistance is futile."