Author's Note: No soundtrack. Nope. Not until I can somehow try to make a movie out of this. Why? Because it's illegal to sell other peoples' songs. Thanks for letting me know, LS. Lawsuits could kill this family right now. Anyways, with the bad news out of the way. . . Email me to be put on the mailing list. I have a few members, but I'm wondering if I shouldn't just do like Athena did and get a Yahoo! Groups board.
Author's Note 2: Alright. Someone emailed me the other day and told me that the plot to Book One was way too 'loose,' meaning it appeared I had no set direction to it. . . .Duhh! Of course I don't. I don't type these to show you how well my plot-twists are. I write these, honest to Hyne, to make you laugh and feel good for ten minutes a chapter. If anything, I'd classify this series as dark comedy. I never liked complicated plots, anyway.
Author's Note 3: Wow, sorry for the wait. Just saying the character Dais is copyright (C) 2002-2003 Tim Maher. If you must know, the wait can be attributed partly to the death of my grandfather on Monday, who died of -- so far -- unknown causes. We're sending flowers, and the service is tomorrow, Thursday. So, because of the wait and this, I'll be cutting this one short. I apologize to the readers, and hope you understand my position.
R.I.P., Bill.
We all loved you.
Silver Rose 2
by Reno Spiegel
Dante@towernetwork.net
March 2, 3078
Morning. Outside. Great Glacier. 8:50 A.M.
"We smoke when we're mad. Classic bad-guy material." - Cloud Strife
It's morning. One of our "contacts" had a few snowmobiles trucked out here and dropped off late last night, and we paid him quite well for doing so. It had been agreed early this morning, when no one could sleep, what the plan would be.
Aeris, having to take care of Kline, would get a head-start on us with Cloud in the truck. She would stay with Elmyra when she got there, the two of us having come somewhat to an agreement since the wedding, and Cloud will stick around with her until we figure out the plan and relay it to him.
Reno, Rude, and I will take the snowmobiles -- for the record, the only reason we're taking them at all is for drag-races across frozen lakes -- as far as we can, and then pick up the speedboat at the docks and head for Midgar.
From there, we would go to Sector Seven, set up shop somewhere, and start our planning. The time of the sacrifice is nearing, and Reno, Rude, and I will most likely be on our own when we do it. Aeris and Cloud are already heading for Midgar. They'll park the truck on a larger ship, and ride to Midgar as well. We'll need a normal-looking getaway vehicle.
But first, we need to find Dais again.
Dais is another of our contacts we met in Midgar. He talks a lot, but he's not one who blurts something out without thinking, though the blue hair and 'Devil's Disciple' coat might lead you to think such. We've entrusted our weapon supplies to him, and so we'll need to find him to pull this off.
I walk outside, bag over my shoulder, to see Reno already whipping shitties around our expired snowball zone. Rude is leaning lazily on his handlebars, and they've already started my craft. He gives me a two finger wave without even looking at me, and Reno rolls the snowmobile seconds later. I hear Rude mutter "Seven" as I lift my seat and stuff my bag inside. A gun, the Masamune, my Turk suit, and any other necessities.
There are installed CD players in these machines, too. I'm sure it's no question as to who is screaming at the top of her lungs as soon as I sling myself onto the snowmobile. I almost regret what we did, killing her those years ago. I put on my helmet, on the same waves as the machine. One ear is Mako Dreams, the other is swearing from Reno about how bad his leg hurts now.
"It's just the way you are, Dumbass," Rude growls, revving the engine and moving forward. I do the same with mine, but glance back a moment. Goodbye, Turk Headquarters, with your ditrty sinks, your hard water, your lumpy furniture and loose-tile floors. Your broken television, your sparking light, your might-work microwave. I actually think I might miss this place. Reno makes some idiotic retort and they both laugh it up.
Dumbasses.
I love 'em.
"C'mon, you idiots," I chuckle at them, lifting my feet from the ground and gunning the engine. Reno follows suit as soon as I reach him, and Rude, having tweaked his motor early this morning, catches up in a few minutes. I can't concentrate, however, and turn the music down, asking either one of them, "So where do we find Dais, anyway?"
Dais. Let me go a bit further into description. He's a wanderer, but if he can find a gil-paying job, he'll set up shop somewhere in the area. We only know he was born in either Junon or Midgar, so he has no house as far as we know. Rude met him in a bar. He has a reputation of being psychotic, because it's rumored the way his coat got down to just saying 'Devil' was that he tied his own hands together, sat in the back yard, and ate each of the extra letters while blindfolded.
And if we ever ask him about it, he just shrugs, looks up, and quirks the edge of his lip.
One crazy motherfucker, huh?
Reno, swaying his machine for something to do as we barrel across the Glacier, has my answer. "I called him early this morning on his cell. Says he'll be able to wait around in Sector Four for about three days before he runs. So we'll have to find him quick, which, of course, won't be easy."
Dais likes to run and hide. On any given day, he could be living under your porch eating rats and crumbs from dropped food. He hates to stay in one place for more than a day, because he's been messing with ShinRa's security all these years, picking one off with a rifle and then walking calmly off the roof to his next hiding point. Legend has it, Dais has killed fifty-three guards, the most anyone's taken out, even on full-frontal raids.
Then again, with a wanderer like him, no one's quite sure what to believe, and besides, he could be fessing up to it just to look better. For now, though, I'm not putting it past that guy. "Gotcha there, Reno. One question, though. I know we're giving up the Turks, but what are we doing, going to Midgar?"
I get a long silence, one somewhere between him dreading even telling me and not wanting to say it at all. Eventually, though, he tells me. "I'm not bullshitting you, Seph. We're going to Midgar to kill Rufus ShinRa."
Author's Note 2: Alright. Someone emailed me the other day and told me that the plot to Book One was way too 'loose,' meaning it appeared I had no set direction to it. . . .Duhh! Of course I don't. I don't type these to show you how well my plot-twists are. I write these, honest to Hyne, to make you laugh and feel good for ten minutes a chapter. If anything, I'd classify this series as dark comedy. I never liked complicated plots, anyway.
Author's Note 3: Wow, sorry for the wait. Just saying the character Dais is copyright (C) 2002-2003 Tim Maher. If you must know, the wait can be attributed partly to the death of my grandfather on Monday, who died of -- so far -- unknown causes. We're sending flowers, and the service is tomorrow, Thursday. So, because of the wait and this, I'll be cutting this one short. I apologize to the readers, and hope you understand my position.
R.I.P., Bill.
We all loved you.
Silver Rose 2
by Reno Spiegel
Dante@towernetwork.net
March 2, 3078
Morning. Outside. Great Glacier. 8:50 A.M.
"We smoke when we're mad. Classic bad-guy material." - Cloud Strife
It's morning. One of our "contacts" had a few snowmobiles trucked out here and dropped off late last night, and we paid him quite well for doing so. It had been agreed early this morning, when no one could sleep, what the plan would be.
Aeris, having to take care of Kline, would get a head-start on us with Cloud in the truck. She would stay with Elmyra when she got there, the two of us having come somewhat to an agreement since the wedding, and Cloud will stick around with her until we figure out the plan and relay it to him.
Reno, Rude, and I will take the snowmobiles -- for the record, the only reason we're taking them at all is for drag-races across frozen lakes -- as far as we can, and then pick up the speedboat at the docks and head for Midgar.
From there, we would go to Sector Seven, set up shop somewhere, and start our planning. The time of the sacrifice is nearing, and Reno, Rude, and I will most likely be on our own when we do it. Aeris and Cloud are already heading for Midgar. They'll park the truck on a larger ship, and ride to Midgar as well. We'll need a normal-looking getaway vehicle.
But first, we need to find Dais again.
Dais is another of our contacts we met in Midgar. He talks a lot, but he's not one who blurts something out without thinking, though the blue hair and 'Devil's Disciple' coat might lead you to think such. We've entrusted our weapon supplies to him, and so we'll need to find him to pull this off.
I walk outside, bag over my shoulder, to see Reno already whipping shitties around our expired snowball zone. Rude is leaning lazily on his handlebars, and they've already started my craft. He gives me a two finger wave without even looking at me, and Reno rolls the snowmobile seconds later. I hear Rude mutter "Seven" as I lift my seat and stuff my bag inside. A gun, the Masamune, my Turk suit, and any other necessities.
There are installed CD players in these machines, too. I'm sure it's no question as to who is screaming at the top of her lungs as soon as I sling myself onto the snowmobile. I almost regret what we did, killing her those years ago. I put on my helmet, on the same waves as the machine. One ear is Mako Dreams, the other is swearing from Reno about how bad his leg hurts now.
"It's just the way you are, Dumbass," Rude growls, revving the engine and moving forward. I do the same with mine, but glance back a moment. Goodbye, Turk Headquarters, with your ditrty sinks, your hard water, your lumpy furniture and loose-tile floors. Your broken television, your sparking light, your might-work microwave. I actually think I might miss this place. Reno makes some idiotic retort and they both laugh it up.
Dumbasses.
I love 'em.
"C'mon, you idiots," I chuckle at them, lifting my feet from the ground and gunning the engine. Reno follows suit as soon as I reach him, and Rude, having tweaked his motor early this morning, catches up in a few minutes. I can't concentrate, however, and turn the music down, asking either one of them, "So where do we find Dais, anyway?"
Dais. Let me go a bit further into description. He's a wanderer, but if he can find a gil-paying job, he'll set up shop somewhere in the area. We only know he was born in either Junon or Midgar, so he has no house as far as we know. Rude met him in a bar. He has a reputation of being psychotic, because it's rumored the way his coat got down to just saying 'Devil' was that he tied his own hands together, sat in the back yard, and ate each of the extra letters while blindfolded.
And if we ever ask him about it, he just shrugs, looks up, and quirks the edge of his lip.
One crazy motherfucker, huh?
Reno, swaying his machine for something to do as we barrel across the Glacier, has my answer. "I called him early this morning on his cell. Says he'll be able to wait around in Sector Four for about three days before he runs. So we'll have to find him quick, which, of course, won't be easy."
Dais likes to run and hide. On any given day, he could be living under your porch eating rats and crumbs from dropped food. He hates to stay in one place for more than a day, because he's been messing with ShinRa's security all these years, picking one off with a rifle and then walking calmly off the roof to his next hiding point. Legend has it, Dais has killed fifty-three guards, the most anyone's taken out, even on full-frontal raids.
Then again, with a wanderer like him, no one's quite sure what to believe, and besides, he could be fessing up to it just to look better. For now, though, I'm not putting it past that guy. "Gotcha there, Reno. One question, though. I know we're giving up the Turks, but what are we doing, going to Midgar?"
I get a long silence, one somewhere between him dreading even telling me and not wanting to say it at all. Eventually, though, he tells me. "I'm not bullshitting you, Seph. We're going to Midgar to kill Rufus ShinRa."