I am so sorry for not updating lately. I've been having some incredibly large personal problems in my life which seemed to induce a horrible writer's block. My life is going to be terribly busy until Mid-August, but I will work on this fic whenever I can! Sorry this chapter isn't very good! But a huge thanks to those who are reviewing!
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Lieutenant Ryanso pulled his sword from his sheath, staring out at the once glorious city of Esthar. Dead bodies were sprawled across the glass walkways, the burning buildings resembling some sick kind of twisted fireworks display. The palace was smoking like a freshly lit cigar, and the stink of charred flesh filled the air. No one had been sparred, not even children. Their mangled bodies lined the walks, some near their parents others alone.
Off in the distance, the soldiers of G-Fleet could see the SeeDs of Balamb fighting the last of the Estharian soldiers. They had been spotted, but Esthar was doing an amazing job of keeping the SeeDs away from the Galbadians while they called back for air support. However, now four fleets of G-16s were head toward the almost-destructed city.
The Lieutenant looked toward the soldiers around him, seeing the look of anticipation in the eyes. They had been ordered by General Xu to stay away until General Caraway arrived in Esthar. Ryanso swallowed, hoping the General would show up soon. Until then, the Estharians would just have to hold up.
Lieutenant Ryanso growled, turning to a few soldiers nearby. They were as restless as he was, some of them pacing back and forth.
"If General Caraway doesn't arrive in a half hour, we're going in."
"But Lieutenant…" One of them protested.
"There's something going on that we don't know about. Even if I have to go alone, I'm doing this." He replied.
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Fury Caraway spat the blood from his mouth, ignoring the bruises growing under his ribcage. The salty taste of it still swam between his teeth, causing the back of his throat to tingle with vomit. He felt as if his head was being crushed in a vice. One of his eyes was swollen shut, and a large bump was growing on his temple. He took a deep breath, looking up to his attacker. The boy was no older than his daughter, a Balamb style tattoo crawling up the side of his face and into his blonde hairline.
"Want some more?"
"Would it be considered rude if I turned you down?" Fury answered sarcastically. The boy sneered, grabbing the General by the back of his hair with his gloved hand. He dragged Fury to his feet, and slammed him against some kind of counter. He jerked his head up into a monitor.
"You see that?" He snarled, shoving Fury's face closer to the screen. It took Fury's eyes a moment to adjust, and Phoenix came into focus. She was standing in a courtyard, looking out for her team while they attempted to remove the screen from an air vent. "You see that? If you don't tell us where the hell her pilot and that spy went, we'll kill her. You tell me where they are, I'll see what I can do."
Fury felt the vomit rising in the back of his throat again, and it took him every bit of his will power to force it back down. He watched his lover, Nida and Ashlin nowhere to be seen. He had no clue where they were. Had Phoenix come up with another plan?
She looked fantastic in the sneaking suit, and his eyes zoomed to her neckline. Small bumps were seen now and then, lining her suit. He had watched her insert her throwing knives in their small, custom holsters, as well as her twin sabers, Razamahs, at her side. As if right on cue, a few patrol SeeDs spotted her. Within milliseconds, her blades were out and she already decapitated one of them. Her body was like art in motion while she fought, graceful and deadly all mixed into one. He watched as she reached into the front of her suit, and pulled out a small, silver, handless knife and proceeded to bury it between another SeeD's eyes.
He jerked his head toward the boy, so brown eyes were locked on green orbs.
"Fuck you." He whispered. Phoenix could take care of herself. Now that he saw her fight up close and personal, he knew this.
The boy snarled, slamming the General's head against the counter he was resting against.
"Because of the little comment, I'm sure the commander and mistress will let some of the boys have fun with your pretty little sex-toy." He spat, letting the back of his head go. He turned, letting Fury slide off of the counter and onto the ground. His blood was boiling, but a deep grogginess was slowly pulling itself over him. "Take him to the dungeons. I have to go up to the main office. Do NOT kill him." He ordered to a few SeeDs in the doorway.
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Phoenix breathed heavily, staring at the SeeD bodies that lay before her. Her face was dotted with blood, and she wiped a bit of her lip with the back of her hand. She cleaned off her blades with one of the SeeD's clothing, and ripped the few throwing daggers she used from their flesh. The first one she threw was too far into the SeeD's skull to pull out, and she didn't need it that desperately to go digging through someone's brain matter. Carefully she slipped them back into their holders in her neckline, and raked her fingers through her hair so it would cover their outlines. She turned back to look at her team. Seifer was the only one still working on getting the vent loose.
"Whoa…that was cool!" Irvine said, smiling.
"Awesome moves, Phoenix. You took those SeeDs down without even breaking a sweat!" Selphie giggled.
"Thanks guys, but we have to move. The SeeDs are going to figure that something up when the patrol team doesn't return. We need to get into the air vent." She commanded, rubbing the back of her neck. "What do you need, Seifer?"
"Just a sec, I almost got it. Irvine, get your ass over here and help me pull it out." He ordered. He was joined by the cowboy soon after, they successfully managed to pull the cover of the vent off. It fell to the floor with a resounding clang, causing the sound to echo through the empty Quad.
"Great job guys. Don't forget to put the cover back on when we make our way up." Rinoa said, smiling. "Who goes first?"
"I will. I've studied the vent system. Stay close to me, and be as quiet as you can." Phoenix ordered, climbing head first into the vent. Rinoa was close behind her, followed by Selphie. Seifer climbed in next, leaving Irvine to replace the vent cover.
The vents were darker than the team had predicted, and they were soon making their way up a steady incline. There were small step-like objects attached to the stainless steel, and Phoenix had informed her team that the air ducts doubled as a fire escape, thus it would be big enough to fit through and strong enough to hold them.
After what seemed like hours of climb, they finally arrived to the top. Phoenix peaked through the slots, looking for anyone that would spot her. She fiddled with the objects that attached the vent cover to the wall, and very gently placed it on the tile floor on the outside. She climbed out, followed by the rest of her team except for Irvine. She silently replaced the vent cover, giving a thumbs up to the sniper. He returned the gesture and patted his gun with a thermal scope.
Phoenix made her way to the front of the team, looking to each of them. The third floor office was decorated in a way that seemed to be the exact opposite of what they heard of the SeeD commander. Long, silky, sheet-like material hung from the ceiling all the way down to the floor. An eerie, organ-sounding music flowed through the air, bouncing off the walls and finding it's home inside of the infiltration's team ears. It was peaceful. Soothing.
Phoenix motioned for her team to follow her, and she started to cut through the silk material. It rolled off of her bloodstained skin, caressing the calloused flesh as she walked. For a moment, she was lost in the comfort of the room. She felt a longing to lay on a bed of feathers, wrapped in the silk. She snapped herself out of it when her fingers brushed the handles of her daggers. She shook her head slightly, pushing forward.
She finally broke through the sea of supple material, her eyes landing on the sight before her. A body was in the center of the room, dressed in khakis and a button down shirt. On the other side of the room, a beautiful woman sat on the simple silver throne. On her head perched an extravagant headdress and her black dress' neckline plunged all the way to her naval. A golden, fan-like object was attached to her back. A sheet-like material fell from the bottom of it, resembling the silk hanging from the walls. Despite her elegant appearance, she had a sad yet motherly air around her. Her eyes were painted with deep colors, but her face was relaxed in a loving visage. She turned her face to Phoenix and her team, staring at her in the eyes. Her eyes danced with tears, as if she were begging Phoenix to turn and run, to go back from where she came. And she almost did. But she had a mission to complete.
By her side, a boy slightly shorter than Phoenix stood. His unruly tendrils of hair covered most of his flawless pale face. A pair of burning azure eyes stood out against the dark shade of his mane. He was dressed in a fur-lined leather jacket and black pants, belts criss-crossing on his hips. A menacing looking gunblade resembling Seifer's was in a holster at his side.
A nymph-like woman stood between the throne and the man on the ground, slightly colored orbs staring at the body from behind golden tresses. A small sliver ring was embedded in her lip, contrasting with the pale flesh surrounding it. She was about the same height at Phoenix, only much more petite. She was undoubtedly faster and agile, and her movements were most likely full of confidence. A dagger was in her hand, its twin in its holster on her thighs. Her body was clad in a shortened cheongsam, attaching itself to her body like red paint. It was embroidered with floral prints, and its authenticity was undeniable. Red boots leather boots encased her feet and ankles. She was breathtakingly beautiful, yet seemed to own an aura of danger around her.
Three other people were lined up on the other side of the woman on the throne. One had a cocky smirk painted on his lips, the front of his fair hair standing on end. Next to him was a blonde woman, looking very much like the one standing near the body. Silver-framed glasses rested on the bridge of her nose, and a whip was rolled up as well as attached to her side. A very familiar face was on her other side, and it took a moment for Phoenix to realize who it was.
"Holy shit! Is that General Holfmeen?" Seifer cursed. In fact it was. Phoenix stared at her, not trying to silence him. They were already spotted. They had walked right into a trap. Xu was a traitor and had planned it the entire time. She pulled herself from her daze, and stared at the body on the floor. It was President Loire.
"IRVINE!" Phoenix called out, her eyes locking on the woman in the throne. A small, sad smile crossed her lips.
"Irvine…he is already found." She murmured. Soon after, Irvine was thrown on the ground beside her. A gag was in his mouth, and three SeeDs emerged from the sheet walls. Phoenix's eyes widened, turning to her team.
She was suddenly tackled from behind by another one of the SeeDs that had been prowling around. They flew a few feet, and Phoenix landed hard on her front. The SeeD on her back grabbed a handful of her hair, trying to pull her to her feet while he was attempting to stand. She grabbed onto his arm with both of her's, and rolled over so she was lying on top of him. Her back was to his chest, and before he could react she rolled off of him. Just as she was finishing out her roll, she pulled out one of her daggers and plunged it into his chest.
The woman on the throne said nothing, but slowly brought her had out in front of her. When Phoenix went to pull her weapon from the SeeD's body, she realized she couldn't move.
"Dispel." She said simply, trying to move again. However, she found she still could not move. "What the hell?"
Rinoa stepped from the group, her shoulder brushing against Selphie whose arms were pinned against her back by a SeeD. She giggled as she walked by Phoenix, and went straight to the boy by the throne.
"You FUCKING bitch!" Seifer yelled, trying to break free from the two SeeDs restraining him. "I knew from the beginning that you were nothing but a spoiled little shit! You fucking backstabber! You-"
"Please don't use such language, my child. It makes you seem less intelligent. And I'm positive you're a very smart boy." The woman at the throne said.
"But she is a traitor." Phoenix spoke up.
"Really, Phoenix. Do you really think that I would let you into my life so easily? You're nothing but a whore. Nothing but a little gold-digging whore. Not that I mind you chose my father. I hate him as well. It's just more convenient that both of you would die for one another. I can use it to my advantage, thankfully. Neither of you cared for me. And you'll both pay." Rinoa said softly, looking over to her almost-stepmother.
"You know that's not true, Rinoa. You know that both your father and I love you."
"STOP TRYING TO TAKE MY MOTHER'S PLACE!" She screamed, breaking away from the man.
"Would you shut your melodramatic whiney mouth?" The girl in the cheongsam growled, finally getting sick of her.
"Don't interrupt me, Lisa!" Rinoa hissed back.
"Bite me." She answered simply.
"Ladies, do not quarrel in front of the guests of honor." The woman in the throne demanded. She slightly lifted her arm, the man on her side slipping his arm underneath it. Her black-clad hand rested on his knuckles as she stood. "You have arrived just in time. Do not worry about President Loire. We've been taking wonderful care of him. Haven't we, my dear?"
"Yes. Very good care of him." Lisa answered, smiling. "It doesn't do us much good if our hostages are dead. He's just taking a small nap."
"Not to say that you'll live as well." Rinoa put in, leaning against the woman's throne.
"And not to say that you will die." The woman said, overriding Rinoa. "I'm sure you will find out dungeon very uncomfortable. For that I am sorry. SeeDs, please take them to their cells, along with President Loire." She raised her other hand and waved it slightly, taking the spell off of Phoenix.
"Who are you?" Selphie asked, her eyes yet to return to their normal size.
"How rude of me! I forgot entirely to introduce myself and my comrades. I am called Edea. This nice man to my left is my knight, Squall. Naturally, you already know Xu, and those next to her are Quistis and Zell." She paused, a slightly proud smile crossing her face. "And then there is Lisa, my daughter."
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Well, that was slightly painful. _ I hope you all haven't gone blind from reading this. Once again I'm sorry for the crappy quality and how long it's taken me to get this up.
On a side note, if you wish to see the cheongsan that Lisa was where, you can find it here: http://www.goodorient.com/goodorient/customer/product.php?productid=23932&cat=258&page=1
I own not, you sue not.
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Lieutenant Ryanso pulled his sword from his sheath, staring out at the once glorious city of Esthar. Dead bodies were sprawled across the glass walkways, the burning buildings resembling some sick kind of twisted fireworks display. The palace was smoking like a freshly lit cigar, and the stink of charred flesh filled the air. No one had been sparred, not even children. Their mangled bodies lined the walks, some near their parents others alone.
Off in the distance, the soldiers of G-Fleet could see the SeeDs of Balamb fighting the last of the Estharian soldiers. They had been spotted, but Esthar was doing an amazing job of keeping the SeeDs away from the Galbadians while they called back for air support. However, now four fleets of G-16s were head toward the almost-destructed city.
The Lieutenant looked toward the soldiers around him, seeing the look of anticipation in the eyes. They had been ordered by General Xu to stay away until General Caraway arrived in Esthar. Ryanso swallowed, hoping the General would show up soon. Until then, the Estharians would just have to hold up.
Lieutenant Ryanso growled, turning to a few soldiers nearby. They were as restless as he was, some of them pacing back and forth.
"If General Caraway doesn't arrive in a half hour, we're going in."
"But Lieutenant…" One of them protested.
"There's something going on that we don't know about. Even if I have to go alone, I'm doing this." He replied.
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Fury Caraway spat the blood from his mouth, ignoring the bruises growing under his ribcage. The salty taste of it still swam between his teeth, causing the back of his throat to tingle with vomit. He felt as if his head was being crushed in a vice. One of his eyes was swollen shut, and a large bump was growing on his temple. He took a deep breath, looking up to his attacker. The boy was no older than his daughter, a Balamb style tattoo crawling up the side of his face and into his blonde hairline.
"Want some more?"
"Would it be considered rude if I turned you down?" Fury answered sarcastically. The boy sneered, grabbing the General by the back of his hair with his gloved hand. He dragged Fury to his feet, and slammed him against some kind of counter. He jerked his head up into a monitor.
"You see that?" He snarled, shoving Fury's face closer to the screen. It took Fury's eyes a moment to adjust, and Phoenix came into focus. She was standing in a courtyard, looking out for her team while they attempted to remove the screen from an air vent. "You see that? If you don't tell us where the hell her pilot and that spy went, we'll kill her. You tell me where they are, I'll see what I can do."
Fury felt the vomit rising in the back of his throat again, and it took him every bit of his will power to force it back down. He watched his lover, Nida and Ashlin nowhere to be seen. He had no clue where they were. Had Phoenix come up with another plan?
She looked fantastic in the sneaking suit, and his eyes zoomed to her neckline. Small bumps were seen now and then, lining her suit. He had watched her insert her throwing knives in their small, custom holsters, as well as her twin sabers, Razamahs, at her side. As if right on cue, a few patrol SeeDs spotted her. Within milliseconds, her blades were out and she already decapitated one of them. Her body was like art in motion while she fought, graceful and deadly all mixed into one. He watched as she reached into the front of her suit, and pulled out a small, silver, handless knife and proceeded to bury it between another SeeD's eyes.
He jerked his head toward the boy, so brown eyes were locked on green orbs.
"Fuck you." He whispered. Phoenix could take care of herself. Now that he saw her fight up close and personal, he knew this.
The boy snarled, slamming the General's head against the counter he was resting against.
"Because of the little comment, I'm sure the commander and mistress will let some of the boys have fun with your pretty little sex-toy." He spat, letting the back of his head go. He turned, letting Fury slide off of the counter and onto the ground. His blood was boiling, but a deep grogginess was slowly pulling itself over him. "Take him to the dungeons. I have to go up to the main office. Do NOT kill him." He ordered to a few SeeDs in the doorway.
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Phoenix breathed heavily, staring at the SeeD bodies that lay before her. Her face was dotted with blood, and she wiped a bit of her lip with the back of her hand. She cleaned off her blades with one of the SeeD's clothing, and ripped the few throwing daggers she used from their flesh. The first one she threw was too far into the SeeD's skull to pull out, and she didn't need it that desperately to go digging through someone's brain matter. Carefully she slipped them back into their holders in her neckline, and raked her fingers through her hair so it would cover their outlines. She turned back to look at her team. Seifer was the only one still working on getting the vent loose.
"Whoa…that was cool!" Irvine said, smiling.
"Awesome moves, Phoenix. You took those SeeDs down without even breaking a sweat!" Selphie giggled.
"Thanks guys, but we have to move. The SeeDs are going to figure that something up when the patrol team doesn't return. We need to get into the air vent." She commanded, rubbing the back of her neck. "What do you need, Seifer?"
"Just a sec, I almost got it. Irvine, get your ass over here and help me pull it out." He ordered. He was joined by the cowboy soon after, they successfully managed to pull the cover of the vent off. It fell to the floor with a resounding clang, causing the sound to echo through the empty Quad.
"Great job guys. Don't forget to put the cover back on when we make our way up." Rinoa said, smiling. "Who goes first?"
"I will. I've studied the vent system. Stay close to me, and be as quiet as you can." Phoenix ordered, climbing head first into the vent. Rinoa was close behind her, followed by Selphie. Seifer climbed in next, leaving Irvine to replace the vent cover.
The vents were darker than the team had predicted, and they were soon making their way up a steady incline. There were small step-like objects attached to the stainless steel, and Phoenix had informed her team that the air ducts doubled as a fire escape, thus it would be big enough to fit through and strong enough to hold them.
After what seemed like hours of climb, they finally arrived to the top. Phoenix peaked through the slots, looking for anyone that would spot her. She fiddled with the objects that attached the vent cover to the wall, and very gently placed it on the tile floor on the outside. She climbed out, followed by the rest of her team except for Irvine. She silently replaced the vent cover, giving a thumbs up to the sniper. He returned the gesture and patted his gun with a thermal scope.
Phoenix made her way to the front of the team, looking to each of them. The third floor office was decorated in a way that seemed to be the exact opposite of what they heard of the SeeD commander. Long, silky, sheet-like material hung from the ceiling all the way down to the floor. An eerie, organ-sounding music flowed through the air, bouncing off the walls and finding it's home inside of the infiltration's team ears. It was peaceful. Soothing.
Phoenix motioned for her team to follow her, and she started to cut through the silk material. It rolled off of her bloodstained skin, caressing the calloused flesh as she walked. For a moment, she was lost in the comfort of the room. She felt a longing to lay on a bed of feathers, wrapped in the silk. She snapped herself out of it when her fingers brushed the handles of her daggers. She shook her head slightly, pushing forward.
She finally broke through the sea of supple material, her eyes landing on the sight before her. A body was in the center of the room, dressed in khakis and a button down shirt. On the other side of the room, a beautiful woman sat on the simple silver throne. On her head perched an extravagant headdress and her black dress' neckline plunged all the way to her naval. A golden, fan-like object was attached to her back. A sheet-like material fell from the bottom of it, resembling the silk hanging from the walls. Despite her elegant appearance, she had a sad yet motherly air around her. Her eyes were painted with deep colors, but her face was relaxed in a loving visage. She turned her face to Phoenix and her team, staring at her in the eyes. Her eyes danced with tears, as if she were begging Phoenix to turn and run, to go back from where she came. And she almost did. But she had a mission to complete.
By her side, a boy slightly shorter than Phoenix stood. His unruly tendrils of hair covered most of his flawless pale face. A pair of burning azure eyes stood out against the dark shade of his mane. He was dressed in a fur-lined leather jacket and black pants, belts criss-crossing on his hips. A menacing looking gunblade resembling Seifer's was in a holster at his side.
A nymph-like woman stood between the throne and the man on the ground, slightly colored orbs staring at the body from behind golden tresses. A small sliver ring was embedded in her lip, contrasting with the pale flesh surrounding it. She was about the same height at Phoenix, only much more petite. She was undoubtedly faster and agile, and her movements were most likely full of confidence. A dagger was in her hand, its twin in its holster on her thighs. Her body was clad in a shortened cheongsam, attaching itself to her body like red paint. It was embroidered with floral prints, and its authenticity was undeniable. Red boots leather boots encased her feet and ankles. She was breathtakingly beautiful, yet seemed to own an aura of danger around her.
Three other people were lined up on the other side of the woman on the throne. One had a cocky smirk painted on his lips, the front of his fair hair standing on end. Next to him was a blonde woman, looking very much like the one standing near the body. Silver-framed glasses rested on the bridge of her nose, and a whip was rolled up as well as attached to her side. A very familiar face was on her other side, and it took a moment for Phoenix to realize who it was.
"Holy shit! Is that General Holfmeen?" Seifer cursed. In fact it was. Phoenix stared at her, not trying to silence him. They were already spotted. They had walked right into a trap. Xu was a traitor and had planned it the entire time. She pulled herself from her daze, and stared at the body on the floor. It was President Loire.
"IRVINE!" Phoenix called out, her eyes locking on the woman in the throne. A small, sad smile crossed her lips.
"Irvine…he is already found." She murmured. Soon after, Irvine was thrown on the ground beside her. A gag was in his mouth, and three SeeDs emerged from the sheet walls. Phoenix's eyes widened, turning to her team.
She was suddenly tackled from behind by another one of the SeeDs that had been prowling around. They flew a few feet, and Phoenix landed hard on her front. The SeeD on her back grabbed a handful of her hair, trying to pull her to her feet while he was attempting to stand. She grabbed onto his arm with both of her's, and rolled over so she was lying on top of him. Her back was to his chest, and before he could react she rolled off of him. Just as she was finishing out her roll, she pulled out one of her daggers and plunged it into his chest.
The woman on the throne said nothing, but slowly brought her had out in front of her. When Phoenix went to pull her weapon from the SeeD's body, she realized she couldn't move.
"Dispel." She said simply, trying to move again. However, she found she still could not move. "What the hell?"
Rinoa stepped from the group, her shoulder brushing against Selphie whose arms were pinned against her back by a SeeD. She giggled as she walked by Phoenix, and went straight to the boy by the throne.
"You FUCKING bitch!" Seifer yelled, trying to break free from the two SeeDs restraining him. "I knew from the beginning that you were nothing but a spoiled little shit! You fucking backstabber! You-"
"Please don't use such language, my child. It makes you seem less intelligent. And I'm positive you're a very smart boy." The woman at the throne said.
"But she is a traitor." Phoenix spoke up.
"Really, Phoenix. Do you really think that I would let you into my life so easily? You're nothing but a whore. Nothing but a little gold-digging whore. Not that I mind you chose my father. I hate him as well. It's just more convenient that both of you would die for one another. I can use it to my advantage, thankfully. Neither of you cared for me. And you'll both pay." Rinoa said softly, looking over to her almost-stepmother.
"You know that's not true, Rinoa. You know that both your father and I love you."
"STOP TRYING TO TAKE MY MOTHER'S PLACE!" She screamed, breaking away from the man.
"Would you shut your melodramatic whiney mouth?" The girl in the cheongsam growled, finally getting sick of her.
"Don't interrupt me, Lisa!" Rinoa hissed back.
"Bite me." She answered simply.
"Ladies, do not quarrel in front of the guests of honor." The woman in the throne demanded. She slightly lifted her arm, the man on her side slipping his arm underneath it. Her black-clad hand rested on his knuckles as she stood. "You have arrived just in time. Do not worry about President Loire. We've been taking wonderful care of him. Haven't we, my dear?"
"Yes. Very good care of him." Lisa answered, smiling. "It doesn't do us much good if our hostages are dead. He's just taking a small nap."
"Not to say that you'll live as well." Rinoa put in, leaning against the woman's throne.
"And not to say that you will die." The woman said, overriding Rinoa. "I'm sure you will find out dungeon very uncomfortable. For that I am sorry. SeeDs, please take them to their cells, along with President Loire." She raised her other hand and waved it slightly, taking the spell off of Phoenix.
"Who are you?" Selphie asked, her eyes yet to return to their normal size.
"How rude of me! I forgot entirely to introduce myself and my comrades. I am called Edea. This nice man to my left is my knight, Squall. Naturally, you already know Xu, and those next to her are Quistis and Zell." She paused, a slightly proud smile crossing her face. "And then there is Lisa, my daughter."
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Well, that was slightly painful. _ I hope you all haven't gone blind from reading this. Once again I'm sorry for the crappy quality and how long it's taken me to get this up.
On a side note, if you wish to see the cheongsan that Lisa was where, you can find it here: http://www.goodorient.com/goodorient/customer/product.php?productid=23932&cat=258&page=1