Disclaimer: Final Fantasy X, Spira, blitzball, and all related characters and locations are owned by Squaresoft, with the exception of a few original characters who will be noted as such. This is a work of fanfiction, meaning that it is both created by a fan for no purpose other than entertainment, and it is fiction, meaning that all characters and events are purely fictonal and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental.
Okay, this is the official end of GEO. Again, thanks to everyone who's reading this. ^__^ Everyone who celebrates it, have a great Christmas, and the rest of you enjoy having a couple days off in the middle of the week--that's what Linna'd be doing. ^__~ Hopefully I'll see you all again soon!
Green Eyes in Overdrive
by flame mage
character's notes
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[The scene: the Cafe at Luca. Linna, Naaga, Miyu, Bickson, Reppi, Rin, and all the Aurochs except
Keepa are sitting at the bar--which means they're taking up the whole thing, which several of the
Ronso patrons in the corner look slightly disgruntled about.]
Keepa: *huffing through the doorway* Whew.
Botta: Hey, hey, look who's paying.
Rin: Well, this is fortunate. It seems we may now commence with the notes.
Miyu: Finally. The Glories have practice tonight.
Datto: Ugh, the Glories. Those Guado...!
Naaga: Wow. It looks like the Guado have replaced the Al Bhed as the outcast race in Spira, huh?
Linna: Forget the water coolers already. Our adoring public's waiting.
Reppi: Hey there, everyone. We just wanna thank'ya again fa' still readin' about us, even afta' all this time. It's cool ta' know that so many a'ya aren't sick'a those guys yet. *points to
Linna and Naaga*
Naaga: Aww, they can't get sick of me. I'm just too cute. *big grin*
Linna: Actually, I think the real literary triumph here is that they're not too exasperated by your accent to try to decipher it yet.
Reppi: Punk kid.
Bickson: *with the air of someone who is decisively taking charge* Anyway, thanks to everyone who read, and especially everyone who reviewed. SQ, Pierson, miaowne, Tuna-chan, and everyone else who kept reading, you guys are getting front-row seats at the next Goers-Aurochs game.
Jassu: --which we'll win.
Bickson: *glares* --AS I WAS SAYING, and thanks to everyone who reviewed for the first time, too. Fanworship is one of the best things about my job.
Rin: We would also like to thank Barak Michener once again for creating the Bikanel Al Bhed-English translator. This was an invaluable tool in our endeavors, aside from the fact that it allowed Linna and Naida to squabble like small and not particularly well-raised children.
Linna: And just who raised us again?
Rin: Good point.
Miyu: And while we're at it, thanks to the people at ffexpert for the Hymn of the Fayth translation. I'm not sure who had enough spare time to sit down and figure that out, but it's a neat thing to know, isn't it? Oh, right, the Final Fantasy Compendium helped with mechanics too.
Letty: There's still one question, though.
Reppi: What question?
Keepa: Well...are we ever coming back? Now that FFX-2's out and all?
*everyone looks at Linna*
Linna: Whaa--waiddaminute. How do I get stuck with deciding this?!
Bickson: Because we'll look stupid without an obnoxiously loveable egocentric heroine. We're becoming too formulaic to rely on, say, me for a central plotline, handsome and dashing male lead though I am.
Linna: True. Okay, well...hmm. This worked out kinda weird. This particular adventure was supposed to be about half as long as it actually ended up being, so it's really a sequel and not a side story now that I think about it.
Reppi: Yeah, and...?
Linna: So trilogies are popular, right? Star Wars, Lord of the Rings, Indiana Jones, the Matrix...think of the money we could make here.
Naaga: What are those?
Linna: I have no idea, because they're outside of our cannon and inserting them in here is the mark of a bad fanfic. But they're good examples of my point. Besides, I started thinking that way even before miaowne started making noises about a trilogy, and now I'm convinced that it must be a brilliant idea. Mainly because I'll get paid overtime for it.
Bickson: So our contracts are being renewed?
Linna: You're kidding, right? It didn't bother anyone else that there's a chick running around on Bikanel Island who looks EXACTLY LIKE ME?
Miyu: And it seems like everyone kind of appreciates the fact that I'm dealing with my past. I think I pulled a Yuna here. And, hey, didn't it work for her?
Rin: And what of the fates of the Al Bhed and the Guado?
Naaga: And what about Tidus?! He can't be gone, right? I really liked him...
Botta: I guess we're stuck with it then.
Linna: *shrug* Oh, well. All right, people. I swear this is really the last time I'm gonna do this, but I hear the gaping plot holes are driving the mage crazy. So here's the deal: our contracts extend to one more story to round the series out and cover the FFX-2 storyline. If you think it'll kill the story or if we're boring you, hey, don't read it. But if you're one of those people who loves action, adventure, the occasional globule of fluff hitting you in the face, or blond chicks wearing crazy outfits and talking to cacti, you'll probably want to read "Green Eyes Plays Dress-Up."
Bickson: This is gonna be an interesting ride.
Linna: Hahaha. You have no idea.
Okay, this is the official end of GEO. Again, thanks to everyone who's reading this. ^__^ Everyone who celebrates it, have a great Christmas, and the rest of you enjoy having a couple days off in the middle of the week--that's what Linna'd be doing. ^__~ Hopefully I'll see you all again soon!
Green Eyes in Overdrive
by flame mage
character's notes
**********
[The scene: the Cafe at Luca. Linna, Naaga, Miyu, Bickson, Reppi, Rin, and all the Aurochs except
Keepa are sitting at the bar--which means they're taking up the whole thing, which several of the
Ronso patrons in the corner look slightly disgruntled about.]
Keepa: *huffing through the doorway* Whew.
Botta: Hey, hey, look who's paying.
Rin: Well, this is fortunate. It seems we may now commence with the notes.
Miyu: Finally. The Glories have practice tonight.
Datto: Ugh, the Glories. Those Guado...!
Naaga: Wow. It looks like the Guado have replaced the Al Bhed as the outcast race in Spira, huh?
Linna: Forget the water coolers already. Our adoring public's waiting.
Reppi: Hey there, everyone. We just wanna thank'ya again fa' still readin' about us, even afta' all this time. It's cool ta' know that so many a'ya aren't sick'a those guys yet. *points to
Linna and Naaga*
Naaga: Aww, they can't get sick of me. I'm just too cute. *big grin*
Linna: Actually, I think the real literary triumph here is that they're not too exasperated by your accent to try to decipher it yet.
Reppi: Punk kid.
Bickson: *with the air of someone who is decisively taking charge* Anyway, thanks to everyone who read, and especially everyone who reviewed. SQ, Pierson, miaowne, Tuna-chan, and everyone else who kept reading, you guys are getting front-row seats at the next Goers-Aurochs game.
Jassu: --which we'll win.
Bickson: *glares* --AS I WAS SAYING, and thanks to everyone who reviewed for the first time, too. Fanworship is one of the best things about my job.
Rin: We would also like to thank Barak Michener once again for creating the Bikanel Al Bhed-English translator. This was an invaluable tool in our endeavors, aside from the fact that it allowed Linna and Naida to squabble like small and not particularly well-raised children.
Linna: And just who raised us again?
Rin: Good point.
Miyu: And while we're at it, thanks to the people at ffexpert for the Hymn of the Fayth translation. I'm not sure who had enough spare time to sit down and figure that out, but it's a neat thing to know, isn't it? Oh, right, the Final Fantasy Compendium helped with mechanics too.
Letty: There's still one question, though.
Reppi: What question?
Keepa: Well...are we ever coming back? Now that FFX-2's out and all?
*everyone looks at Linna*
Linna: Whaa--waiddaminute. How do I get stuck with deciding this?!
Bickson: Because we'll look stupid without an obnoxiously loveable egocentric heroine. We're becoming too formulaic to rely on, say, me for a central plotline, handsome and dashing male lead though I am.
Linna: True. Okay, well...hmm. This worked out kinda weird. This particular adventure was supposed to be about half as long as it actually ended up being, so it's really a sequel and not a side story now that I think about it.
Reppi: Yeah, and...?
Linna: So trilogies are popular, right? Star Wars, Lord of the Rings, Indiana Jones, the Matrix...think of the money we could make here.
Naaga: What are those?
Linna: I have no idea, because they're outside of our cannon and inserting them in here is the mark of a bad fanfic. But they're good examples of my point. Besides, I started thinking that way even before miaowne started making noises about a trilogy, and now I'm convinced that it must be a brilliant idea. Mainly because I'll get paid overtime for it.
Bickson: So our contracts are being renewed?
Linna: You're kidding, right? It didn't bother anyone else that there's a chick running around on Bikanel Island who looks EXACTLY LIKE ME?
Miyu: And it seems like everyone kind of appreciates the fact that I'm dealing with my past. I think I pulled a Yuna here. And, hey, didn't it work for her?
Rin: And what of the fates of the Al Bhed and the Guado?
Naaga: And what about Tidus?! He can't be gone, right? I really liked him...
Botta: I guess we're stuck with it then.
Linna: *shrug* Oh, well. All right, people. I swear this is really the last time I'm gonna do this, but I hear the gaping plot holes are driving the mage crazy. So here's the deal: our contracts extend to one more story to round the series out and cover the FFX-2 storyline. If you think it'll kill the story or if we're boring you, hey, don't read it. But if you're one of those people who loves action, adventure, the occasional globule of fluff hitting you in the face, or blond chicks wearing crazy outfits and talking to cacti, you'll probably want to read "Green Eyes Plays Dress-Up."
Bickson: This is gonna be an interesting ride.
Linna: Hahaha. You have no idea.