V: You Only Live Twice
Hey folks, Kate Logan here for Victory Nissan, and have we got some answers for you!
That's right Kate, let's give a shout out to the following folks!
Aya_Yahiko: You are obsessed with Jet. Yes, I state the obvious
Hana no Kaze: Yes, I will continue to write, for I am in the middle of this story. (And I luv Gallows too!)
Skylark Starflower: Write more Memory Figure series!
Meteor9: Gallows is Asgard.
Bloody Angel X: If your reading this, luv yer fic.
Black Waltz 0: You are an evil black mage sent by Kuja!
Lil' Kayun: XD
Teefa 85: This chappy jokes all, so LOL! (see bottom)
The person who flamed me during DriftWings: Damn You!
Anyhoo, on with the show!
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Today, the sky was gnawed away…
"No it wasn't." Gallows raised an eyebrow, looking over Marivel's shoulder as she was writing in a notebook.
"Gah! Look away! You cannot see!" Marivel closed the book shut and glared at 003.
"Why? What's so secret? Is it a diary? Ooh! Let me see!" Gallows tried to grab the book, but Marivel shoved it into her waist pack before he could.
"It's nothing like that. If you must know, it's my action/adventure/romance novel I'm writing." Marivel put her hands on her hips.
Gallows scratched his head. "You're a secret agent, you live the stuff, why would you bother writing it?"
"Because…" Marivel clasped her hands together, a dreamy look filling her red eyes. "My head is full of so many wonderful ideas, characters, places, stories, and more! It's just so wonderful, I'll think I'll swoon. Swooon!"
"Uh huh…" Gallows sweat dropped. "Hey! I'm writing a fan fic about this guy named Zed and all the crazy stuff he does. Hee hee, it's so funny."
"Ungh. Fan fiction. Just unoriginal groupies too unoriginal to write their own stuff…" Marivel was disgusted.
Suddenly, from out of the blue clear sky, a bolt of lightning struck Marivel, and she collapsed, charred and smoking.
"My lady, Smoking is bad for one's beauty." Gallows said, rather suavely.
"Ung. Aport…"
** *
Not much later, the two arrived at the metropolitan city Guild Galad, known for it's bigness, vastness, and largeness. Huge, gray buildings rose into the air from the paved earth, from which hundreds of people all walked the sidewalks and the streets were filled with cars. Cars? Yes, cars. (The opening scene for Ashley involved cars, remember?!) The beat of the street was funkified fresh and dope and kickin. Many hot dog vendors and pretzel carts lined the corners, the murmer of thousands of people, the honking of horns, the smell of exhaust, the heat of the sun, and the shadows of sky scrapers all marked Guild Galad.
"I love the city!" Marivel smiled. "Just smell that fragrence." Marivel took a big whiff and then coughed, tears forming in her eyes.
Gallows looked around. Graffiti marked some street corners, broken down cars, and hoodlums wearing hooded sweat shirts and baggy pants. "Uh oh, white man in a tux down town ain't good."
"You're not white Gallows, your Baskarian." Marivel corrected. "Now let's hurry up and find the rest of A.R.M.S before P.R.O.P.H.E.T does."
"You mean, say the password to everyone in the city?" Gallows gulped.
"Yup. Now let's get crackin!" Marivel ran to the first person she saw and readily assured him that she was a diphead. Gallows sighed and looked up.
"Hey!" Gallows said happily. "It's a fancy club!" With that, Gallows opened the doors, took out his briefcase, put his still wet black jacket on, and tipped the doorman enough to let him in.
The carpet was red, and the walls a soft pink. Many tales, decorated in white, were filled with fancy folks eating fancy food while listening to fancy music. Gallows straightened his bow tie and sat down in a lovely chair opposite of a lovely (yet bored) woman. She had long purplish black hair and pale skin and was wearing an elegant white dress that showed enough but hide enough. Her arms were slender, fine, reformed, and her hands were hidden in enormous gloves.
"Well hello there, you look bored." Gallows smiled. Cool and suave.
"Do you sit at occupied tables often or something? The woman asked. "Mr…?"
"Carradine. Gallows Carradine." Insert snazzy jazzy theme music. "And you must be?"
The woman blushed for a minute or so before replying. "Anastasia."
"Wow, what a lovely name. You must have fallen from heaven cus your hot!" Gallows replied.
"Thank you Mr. Carradine. What can I do for you?" Anastasia replied.
A frenchy waiter appeared, carrying a large platter with a great big succulent steak upon it. He sat it down in front of Anastasia, who promptly thanked the waiter. She then pulled out an enormous bulky sword from under her chair and set to cutting the steak with it.
"You wouldn't happen to know any secret agents, would you?" Gallows asked.
"You are so funny Mr. Carradine." Anastasia giggled while slicing a piece of steak with the Airget-Lamh. "What makes you think I know any secret agents?"
"Because you look beautiful, whereas the rest of the people here are as generic as townsfolk from Suikoden 3." Gallows shrugged.
"Very observant Mr. Carradine. But let me tell you this, I could be a P.R.O.P.H.E.T agent, right?"
"Crap. Didn't think about that one…" Gallows bit his lip. "You're not one, right?"
"Correct again, Mr. Carradine." Anastasia slipped a bit of pink steak between her equally succulent lips. "Mmm Hmmmph hmmhm."
"What?" Gallows asked.
Anastasia swallowed the steak piece and placed a napkin to her sunset pink lips. "I said, I am ARMs."
Gallows pumped his fist in the air. "YES! And I didn't even have to say that stupid password! Eat that Marivel!"
** *
"That author is so egotistical. The author writes a 457 page story and suddenly everything has to have a cameo from it. Jeez." A woman was complaining in a café courtyard opposite of Marivel, who suddenly sneezed.
** *
"However…" Anastasia interrupted Gallows victory dance. "I am not a combatant, meaning I will not join you."
Gallows face suddenly fell. "B-but you're so hot, and Marivel is so not!"
"Oh Mr. Carradine." Anastasia giggled. "I am merely an informant. I have come to tell you that we suspect P.R.O.P.H.E.T is after the super laser "Ark Smasher" held at the ARMS museum."
"ARMS has it's own museum?" Gallows blinked.
"No, ARMS museum, as in weapons of mass destruction!" Anastasia corrected the agent.
"Oh, Ancient Relic Machines?"
"No, ARMS as in heavy artillery!" Anastasia narrowed her beautiful eyes.
"Ah. So, we've got to guard this laser, right?" Gallows stated.
"Correct, but you may need to find your other agents first." Anastasia slipped another bit of steak into her mouth.
"No! NOT THE PASSWORD!" Gallows screamed.
"I am sorry, for you must, seeing how 002 is not with us anymore." Anastasia sighed.
"002 this, 002 that. Bleh." Gallows stuck out his tongue.
Anastasia smiled. "You are jealous, no? Of course you are, it IS Jet Enduro we are talking about."
"GAH!" Gallows pulled at his hair. "Will you people stop talking about that guy!?"
"Hey I remember 002, he was a great fella!" Belselk, A giant, green, monster guy stepped up to the table.
"Jeebus! Jus' leave me alone! I'm going to go find an agent who's never heard of 002! Good day!" Gallows left the table and stormed out of the club.
"What was his problem?" Belselk scratched his bandana clad head with his amce.
"No idea. Steak?" Anastasia offered.
"No thanks, I'm trying to watch my figure." Belselk refused.
** *
"Finally!" A high-pitched feminine voice shouted. This voice belonged to a small teenage girl with brown hair and a red dress, who was standing in the middle of a street, blocking traffic. "Lilka, super crest sorceress and ARMS member, has arrived in the city! I'm so happy, I'll think I'll sing!" Jazzy music appeared when a band of bums gained jazz instruments and began to follow Lilka as she danced down the street.
"~Start
spreading the news, I'm leaving today
I want to be a part of it – Guild Galad, Guild Galad
These vagabond shoes, are longing to stray
Right through the very heart of it – Guild Galad, Guild Galad
I wanna wake up in a city, that doesn't sleep
And find I'm king of the hill - top of the heap
These little town blues, are melting away
I'll make a brand new start of it - in old Guild Galad
If I can make it there, I'll make it anywhere
It's up to you – Guild Galad, Guild Galad
Guild Galad, Guild Galad
I want to wake up in a city, that never sleeps
And find I'm a number one, top of the list, king of the hill
Ain't nothing but a one
These little town blues, are melting away
I'm gonna make a brand new start of it - in old Guild Galad
And if I can make it there, I'm gonna make it anywhere
It's up to you – Build Galad, Guild Galad
Guild Galad!~"
"Hey shut up!" A guy in a taxi shouted.
"And the people are so nice too!" Lilka giggled. "Oh look! A hot dog vendor!"
Lilka ran along the street, losing her band of bums, and quickly stopped before the cart and the giant man standing under the umbrella, who was currently serving agent 003, Gallows Carradine.
"That'll be one dog with the works, Fifteen Gella!" The cart vendor passed the heavily clad dog to Gallows.
"Fifteen Gella! Are you nuts?!" Gallows was shocked.
"Hey, this is Guild Galad." The man shrugged.
Grumbling, Gallows paid the man and took a bite out of his dog, which squeaked in pain. Gallows quickly spit out a rat and gagged. "Hey vendor! There's a rat in my dog!"
"Hey, this is Guild Galad." The vendor shrugged.
"Excuse me sir, but can I have a soy dog and a Ginger ale!?" Lilka asked.
"Yea yea, that will be ten Gella." The vendor passed the dog to the sorceress.
Lilka checked her pockets, looking for money. "Aw man, I can't find my money! I'm such a diphead!"
Diphead…
Diphead…
Diphead…
Gallows eyes suddenly went wide. He turned towards the two in a flash. "HEY! There's a mouse in my dog!"
"This is Guild Galad." The man shrugged.
"And you said you're a diphead! Are you ARMS?!" Gallows asked.
"YEA! Are you 003?!" Lilka asked excitedly.
"Ah man, yet another incredibly young not attractive kid joining me. What is this, the little league?" Gallows sighed.
"Is this our new team mate?" Marivel asked, joing the two at the vendor.
"YEA! I'm Lilka, agent "C. Sorceress!" How do you do?!" Lilka gave a great big smile.
"Hi. Marivel, that's Gallows." Marivel pointed to Gallows. "Hey vendor, get me a dog, not cooked and extra bloody!"
"Sure thing." The vendor replied, letting his cigarette fall into the cart.
Marivel walked up to Gallows and nudged him at the waist. "That's another one down, but how can we trust a person who can't eat a regular hotdog?"
Suddenly the pretzel vendor across the street exploded into a ball of flames, it's sound reverberating around the corner. The three looked to it while jazzy music began to play.
"What a veautiful and right on the money shot, my closest compatriot hummingbird Ard!" A tall, skinny, green lizard glanced through a pair of binoculars atop a building.
"Ard Ard." A much larger brown lizard clad in samurai armor barked happily.
"I completely and not untrustworthy agree Ard! The Bulkigedeon can fry much more than a pretzel cart on any given Tuesday of July! Let us go, like the humming bird and the traveling flower in a dark wind, and steal us a laser such as any warm blooded stealing platypus would!" And Liz began to laugh as the two stood utop the sky scraper, watching pretzel carts explode…
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Joe Montana: Kinda reminded of "Cowboy Bebop: The Movie" by the setting.
Joe, have you ever been to New York before?
Joe Montana: …No…
Thought so. Yes, that's what Manhattan's like. At least when I was there.
Enya: Man Hypes, you have some weird assistant like things. Why Joe Montana?
Joe: Hey! I'm offended.
Whatever. Jus' because.
Enya: Hey, did you take Marivel's last line from S.W.A.T?
Ixnay Enya, Ixnay!