What Glory May Come.
Chapter 2
Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own FFX. Don't claim to own it either.
So, hope its ok so far. If you are a Guado fan, you probably like it
more than anyone else who'd read this. *cough* It does get better
though. Just wait until Sin attacks and the stranding of our heros
happens. Tee hee!! Oh, and I can't believe I came up with the title so
quickly! That's usually the bane of my existance- titles. Get the
Glory reference? LOL! Yea, Nav! ( This chapter is a bit shorter than
the last one.
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The S.S. Hika departed from Luca Harbor two hours after the Besaid Aurochs underdogs bested the famed Luca Goers in a five to two match. It had been quite an upset but an exciting one nonetheless. Gamblers had lost small fortunes, some gaining that much on drunken bets. All of Luca was a- buzz with Blitzball talk and all of a sudden the Aurochs' were a prized card to be had in the Triple Triad ring.
The graceless loss of the Guado Glories was only spoken on by die- hard fans.
Not that Nav cared for fans. He played to win. If people liked him for winning, so be it but to him, they were like fair-weather-friends and best to be avoided. In their playing streak, Zazi was the most popular with fans. He was always shy at first under their adolation but warmed to it quickly like a Grenade to a Fire spell. Giera, as Captain, had to be generous to the crowds; it was his job to make the team look good. The other Glories avoided the limelight, they didn't speak the same language in more ways than one.
Exhausted, the entire team was looking forward to being home. Being unvictorious did dull the feeling but still home was home. As long as Sin didn't attack, the trip would take three days.
Three days for Nav to worm Anti-Venom and Wither Shot 2 out of Zazi.
The afternoon of the first day, Zazi had completely recovered. He had been drained twice, withered once and had suffered a venom tackle before successfully learning the anti-venom technique during the game against the Aurochs. No small wonder the Guado could even walk after such a pounding. But Zazi never complained once.
Much better at differentiating between humans, Zazi gave Nav a detailed view on how he believed the Aurochs had bested them. Pah sat in on the discussion, offering an occassional question or two. There had been a new player in place of Wakka in the first round. Obviously, this new person had to be the Aurochs saving grace. The blonde-haired human swam like a fish, had a fierce quick tackle and performed the Sphere Shot better than anyone Zazi had ever seen.
Discussion ended, Pah rose and strode away without a further word. Watching the waves break upon the bow of the Hika, the pair were quiet for several minutes. Spray dampened their faces, cooling them under the warm light of Spira's sun.
It was a beautiful fay. Sea birds swooped and cried as they hunted for fish. A school of achelous trailed the boat, their glowing tentacles slipping out of the water to test the air. They were only trouble if someone happened to fall overboard. Besides the crew, the only other travelors on the Hika were Blitzball players and none of them were going to accidentally get eaten by sea-fiends.
There were no incidents with the other passengers. The Ronso and the Guado mutually avoided each other. The Hika's crew were used to non-human types that often booked passage with them, they were respectful but not what one would call friendly. The single Al-Bhed merchant on board however was more than willing to take their money.
On the second day, the youngest Guado had made friends with the Hika's resident Black Mage. His name was Noroko and he hailed from, surprisingly, the Mt Gagazet area. Noroko was tall for a human with long black hair. He had lost his left eye to a Bashura attack and now wore a patch. Though not particularily humorous, he was kind and wise.
Nav could not help but be jealous that that human stole away his sole companion and only relief from the unending duldrums of being confined the the top level of the ship except when sleeping (Hika's Captains specific orders in regards to Nav's history with the ship). That he couldn't understand what they spoke about was just plain annoying.
Being the Glories' Center meant he could pick up offensive as well as defensive techniques with ease, so Nav had already accomplished Wither Shot 2 while practicing in the small training tank in the bowells of the ship (the only place he was allowed when not sleeping). He was on the nerge of learning Anti-Venom- venom being a popular attack to incur on the center man. A few more lessons and he was sure he'd have it down.
Strolling the upper deck, bored and feeling left out, Nav was witness to a theft. Three of the Ronso stood off toward the far corner chatting amoungst themselves about nothing in particular. Nearby a small face appeared near the side of the deck. Silently, the small figure snuck over the edge. Gliding across the floor like a lizard the boy plucked a pouch from a Ronso's belt, pocketed it and bagan to back off. The Ronso were none the wiser.
Seeing the theif about to turn his way, Nav feigned ignornace of the situation and leaning back against the single mast. Staring off into the sea, he could almost sense the theif pause in thought as if warring over whether he should chance it or flee.
"Confident," Nav though to himself as the boys light footfalls came to his bare feet through the floor. The theif snuck around the back of the pole, pausing stark still as Nav sighed in apparent wistfullness. Little did the theif know, the pouch hooked to his belt contained nothing more than a light snack, no gil of any kind. Timing it just right, Nav made a grab for the pouch where he knew the boys hand would be.
The boy yelped like a stuck epaaj- raising doubt that the the boy was a boy afterall. He struggled feirociously, breaking Nav's grip before the Guado could get a grip on his collar. The theif made for the ledge. Leaping up to the railing he stuck out his tongue, pulling down one of his lower eyelids, before letting gravity pull him off the deck. Nav, as well as the puzzled Ronso, stared after.
The Guado then noticed he was missing his lunch. "What the-?! That kid!" Scrambling to the railing, he looked over but found no sign of the little theif.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ WAH! So, who is this mysterious young theif? Will Nav even get his lunch back? Will someone start swinging a sword yet? Stay tuned for the answers to these and other questions!
Chapter 2
Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own FFX. Don't claim to own it either.
So, hope its ok so far. If you are a Guado fan, you probably like it
more than anyone else who'd read this. *cough* It does get better
though. Just wait until Sin attacks and the stranding of our heros
happens. Tee hee!! Oh, and I can't believe I came up with the title so
quickly! That's usually the bane of my existance- titles. Get the
Glory reference? LOL! Yea, Nav! ( This chapter is a bit shorter than
the last one.
________________________________________________________________________
The S.S. Hika departed from Luca Harbor two hours after the Besaid Aurochs underdogs bested the famed Luca Goers in a five to two match. It had been quite an upset but an exciting one nonetheless. Gamblers had lost small fortunes, some gaining that much on drunken bets. All of Luca was a- buzz with Blitzball talk and all of a sudden the Aurochs' were a prized card to be had in the Triple Triad ring.
The graceless loss of the Guado Glories was only spoken on by die- hard fans.
Not that Nav cared for fans. He played to win. If people liked him for winning, so be it but to him, they were like fair-weather-friends and best to be avoided. In their playing streak, Zazi was the most popular with fans. He was always shy at first under their adolation but warmed to it quickly like a Grenade to a Fire spell. Giera, as Captain, had to be generous to the crowds; it was his job to make the team look good. The other Glories avoided the limelight, they didn't speak the same language in more ways than one.
Exhausted, the entire team was looking forward to being home. Being unvictorious did dull the feeling but still home was home. As long as Sin didn't attack, the trip would take three days.
Three days for Nav to worm Anti-Venom and Wither Shot 2 out of Zazi.
The afternoon of the first day, Zazi had completely recovered. He had been drained twice, withered once and had suffered a venom tackle before successfully learning the anti-venom technique during the game against the Aurochs. No small wonder the Guado could even walk after such a pounding. But Zazi never complained once.
Much better at differentiating between humans, Zazi gave Nav a detailed view on how he believed the Aurochs had bested them. Pah sat in on the discussion, offering an occassional question or two. There had been a new player in place of Wakka in the first round. Obviously, this new person had to be the Aurochs saving grace. The blonde-haired human swam like a fish, had a fierce quick tackle and performed the Sphere Shot better than anyone Zazi had ever seen.
Discussion ended, Pah rose and strode away without a further word. Watching the waves break upon the bow of the Hika, the pair were quiet for several minutes. Spray dampened their faces, cooling them under the warm light of Spira's sun.
It was a beautiful fay. Sea birds swooped and cried as they hunted for fish. A school of achelous trailed the boat, their glowing tentacles slipping out of the water to test the air. They were only trouble if someone happened to fall overboard. Besides the crew, the only other travelors on the Hika were Blitzball players and none of them were going to accidentally get eaten by sea-fiends.
There were no incidents with the other passengers. The Ronso and the Guado mutually avoided each other. The Hika's crew were used to non-human types that often booked passage with them, they were respectful but not what one would call friendly. The single Al-Bhed merchant on board however was more than willing to take their money.
On the second day, the youngest Guado had made friends with the Hika's resident Black Mage. His name was Noroko and he hailed from, surprisingly, the Mt Gagazet area. Noroko was tall for a human with long black hair. He had lost his left eye to a Bashura attack and now wore a patch. Though not particularily humorous, he was kind and wise.
Nav could not help but be jealous that that human stole away his sole companion and only relief from the unending duldrums of being confined the the top level of the ship except when sleeping (Hika's Captains specific orders in regards to Nav's history with the ship). That he couldn't understand what they spoke about was just plain annoying.
Being the Glories' Center meant he could pick up offensive as well as defensive techniques with ease, so Nav had already accomplished Wither Shot 2 while practicing in the small training tank in the bowells of the ship (the only place he was allowed when not sleeping). He was on the nerge of learning Anti-Venom- venom being a popular attack to incur on the center man. A few more lessons and he was sure he'd have it down.
Strolling the upper deck, bored and feeling left out, Nav was witness to a theft. Three of the Ronso stood off toward the far corner chatting amoungst themselves about nothing in particular. Nearby a small face appeared near the side of the deck. Silently, the small figure snuck over the edge. Gliding across the floor like a lizard the boy plucked a pouch from a Ronso's belt, pocketed it and bagan to back off. The Ronso were none the wiser.
Seeing the theif about to turn his way, Nav feigned ignornace of the situation and leaning back against the single mast. Staring off into the sea, he could almost sense the theif pause in thought as if warring over whether he should chance it or flee.
"Confident," Nav though to himself as the boys light footfalls came to his bare feet through the floor. The theif snuck around the back of the pole, pausing stark still as Nav sighed in apparent wistfullness. Little did the theif know, the pouch hooked to his belt contained nothing more than a light snack, no gil of any kind. Timing it just right, Nav made a grab for the pouch where he knew the boys hand would be.
The boy yelped like a stuck epaaj- raising doubt that the the boy was a boy afterall. He struggled feirociously, breaking Nav's grip before the Guado could get a grip on his collar. The theif made for the ledge. Leaping up to the railing he stuck out his tongue, pulling down one of his lower eyelids, before letting gravity pull him off the deck. Nav, as well as the puzzled Ronso, stared after.
The Guado then noticed he was missing his lunch. "What the-?! That kid!" Scrambling to the railing, he looked over but found no sign of the little theif.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ WAH! So, who is this mysterious young theif? Will Nav even get his lunch back? Will someone start swinging a sword yet? Stay tuned for the answers to these and other questions!