Two more people have joined! Thank you to NeoLives and Lexiter Jackson for
sending the stats! They sound like excellent characters. ^_^ The new
characters for the story are Daniel Masters (owned by NeoLives) and Lexiter
Jackson aka BlackJack (owned by, you guessed it, Lexiter Jackson) I've
decided to rearrange who will be introducing who. Lynn (Revenge, who I
will shortly be referring her to) WILL introduce the FF9 crew. Daniel will
bring in FF8, and BlackJack will be bringing in FF10. Hope this is good for
all of you!
Just another note, I forgot to add this before. I would like to know the complexion of the characters. (I really hope that doesn't offend anyone, but it shouldn't) The only one I know so far is Jen's, and she has lightly tanned skin. I like being very descriptive, or trying to be, but I need to know this for it to work well. Thanks! If you can send me that stat via email, and I'll send you a note in case you can't get to this first. I think that's about it, so on with the next chapter!
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A tall, powerful young man walked down an alley in the medium sized city of New Paris. He was following another man, slightly shorter than himself, who was taunting him. Daniel clenched his fists as the figure disappeared right through a solid wall and ran to it, slapping his palm against it. "Damnit!" He said, almost inaudibly. He kept searching for another way to get in, but there was none. "Next time, you bastard, you are mine." He spat, and walked quickly back down the alley, occasionally glancing over his shoulder.
He emerged into a busy street, his height cause for stares. He lowered his head and walked quickly to the car he had parked on a side street. Before climbing in, he pulled his Katana off his back and placed it on the seat next to him, well within reach should he need it. He climbed in, started the engine and sped off towards the open country.
He kept the radio off as he droving, swearing to get the other man next time. "Zack, you will be mine next time." He kept driving until the little silver cell phone rang, and the vid-screen popped down. He sighed and flipped it open.
"Daniel Masters."
"Daniel, where are you?"
"Does it matter?"
"Are you headed back to headquarters?"
"You'll find out when I get there, now won't you."
"Daniel, Jen is back already and-"
"Well isn't that just great! You think I care who's back from their mission or not?" He flipped the phone down abruptly, causing the image to fade and the screen to raise back to the roof. He slammed the foot down on the accelerator, causing the car to lurch forward. A single car was ahead of him, and he passed it, flying back into his own lane.
The open country really wasn't country at all. Half of it looked like a wasteland now, the grass growing only in splotches. It was the rebirth of the land from an attack two years prior. Daniel only felt hatred towards the Archon Circle who killed the land, and his parents.
As he drove he noticed the train tracks running alongside the road end abruptly. Someone had managed to cut the ties that brought food in to support the city. He sighed, knowing he would have to report that later. He drove another five minutes when he saw a giant silver orb on the ground where the tracks would have been. "What the-" he slammed on the breaks, causing the car to turn sideways before stopping. He grabbed the Katana off the seat and held it, waiting. The orb started to pulse as he watched, slightly curious about what was going on. A few seconds later the orb shattered, and train barreling through. He stood unflinching and watched as the train was derailed and came to a stop, the end of it just past him.
Squall waited impatiently at the train station as the rest of the SeeD's assigned to his group ran, trying to catch up. Zell leaned over and breathed heavily.
". . ."
"Sorry," he gasped, and boarded the train. Quistis walked up calmly and smiled at him before getting on. He went in after her, Irvine just behind.
"Selphie said she can't come." Irvine said, taking a seat. "Something more important to do," he shrugged. Zell leaned back on his seat and put his head back, closing his eyes. Rinoa rushed onto the train last minute and sat.
"I'm sorry I was late." She said, patting her dog, Angelo's head. He sat, tongue lolling out his mouth.
". . ." She sat, Angelo at her feet, and the door to the train shut, and it started to roll. There was a knock at the cabin door before it burst open.
"WHAT?!" Zell screamed as Seifer strolled into the cabin.
"Hi, chicken-wuss." Zell growled angrily, balling up his little fists.
"What are you doing here?" Quistis asked. He shrugged, sitting next to Zell, who promptly slid over.
"Can't I ride a train? I have places-" There was a sudden lurch of the train and the lights went out in the cabin. Angelo howled as Rinoa stepped on him.
"Angelo! I'm sorry!" She said, kneeling to find the dog. Seifer fell over onto Zell, producing the smaller one to shout.
"GET OFF ME!"
"Sorry chickie." Zell snapped and punched him before moving to another seat. Seifer growled, and stood, the train starting to slow and throw him backwards.
"What the hell is happening?" Squall asked rather quietly. The train finally stopped, the emergency lights flashing back on.
Daniel stood outside the train listening to the voices shouting inside. He suppressed a slight grin and watched as a door was kicked open, a very short, blond-haired man stepping from it. He promptly reached up to his hair made sure the spikes were still up. Next out was Squall, his Gunblade in his hand, looking around at their surroundings. He saw Daniel standing there and stood, watching him.
"What is it?" Quistis asked as she left the train, followed by Rinoa and Angelo.
". . ." She followed his gaze and saw the taller man standing there silently, and curved blade in his hand.
"I'm never riding a train again." Irvine said, his rifle over his shoulder, shaking his head. Seifer came out last, his Gunblade at his side. They all turned to look at the man who regarded them coolly. He made no move to come over to him.
"Where the hell are we?" Zell asked, looking around.
"Not home." Squall said simply.
Daniel's cell phone rang again and he answered it, more annoyed than last time. "What?" He snapped.
"This is Sypher, from Jennifer's company, Communication's Specialist."
"So what do you want?"
"Jen returned to headquarters with people claiming to be from another planet. She said, on the off-chance, if you happen to find some to bring them back."
"Well I think I just found some, but why the hell should I bring them back?"
"Because. . .she needs more people for her company."
"And I care why?"
"Brenton sent seven of her men to Sanria."
"And. . .?
"Sir, Sanria is no more."
". . . "
"Will you bring them in?" Daniel sighed and glanced over at them.
"Whatever." He flipped the phone shut and shoved it on the waistband of his jeans. He frowned and walked over to them, his dark brown boots thudding dully against the dirt, kicking up little clouds of dust.
He stared at the group in front of him, threats to Sypher running through his head.
"Hello," Quistis said a bit warily.
"Who are you?" He demanded. She jumped back a bit as he stood in front of them, towering over even Seifer and Irvine. Zell looked up at the man a whole foot taller than him, intimidated, but trying not to show it.
"Who are you?" Seifer demanded.
"Answer the question, or I will have to kill you here." Seifer made a move forward but was stopped by Rinoa.
"Quistis Trepe, Rinoa Heartilly, Zell Dincht, Irvine Kinneas, Seifer Almasy, and Squall Leonhart." Quistis said, trying to be friendly. He looked down at her. "May we incquire your name?"
"No." He said simply.
"Alright then," Zell backed off a bit.
"You are not from around here, are you?"
"Well, not really. This isn't Balamb Gardens, is it?" Rinoa asked. He shook his head.
"I've never heard of that place."
"Then no, we are not." She said. He sighed inwardly and looked down.
"I don't want to do this. But I have a request to bring you in. As much as I would rather leave you here to die, I must."
"We aren't going, thanks." Seifer said, glaring. Daniel looked up and glared back, staring down at the slightly shorter one.
"You have a choice. I leave you hear to be killed, which you surely will be, I kill you myself, or you come with me and possibly live."
"I'm sorry, but we just met you, how can we trust you?"
Daniel could feel his little patience running thin. "You don't really have a choice, now do you? I do not like this idea anymore than I'm sure you do, but if you do not, the Archon Circle will surely find you, and kill you."
"Who are they?"
"If you come with me you will find out." They turned to Squall.
". . ."
"We don't really have a choice, do we?" Rinoa asked. Daniel shook his head.
"No." He led them to the car and a sighed. He took out his cell phone and punched a few numbers.
"Sypher." The voice said.
"I need a helicopter or something."
"Where are you?"
"Due east of New Paris, about thirty miles."
"Ten minutes." Daniel shut the phone and stood around with them, leaning against his car.
"What's happening?"
"Someone's coming to get you."
"Who?"
". . ."
The group waited in silence until they heard a whirring noise in the air. Daniel looked up and waited for it to land. Once it did, a man jumped down.
"Brenton himself. What a pleasure." Daniel muttered angrily.
"Get back to headquarters now." Daniel stood up to his full height, overpowering the frail looking Brenton. Brenton shook his head and looked up at the man and then to the group.
"Hello. I'm Brenton. I'm going to take you back to our place now, so if you'll please follow me." They followed him back to the helicopter, Quistis looking back at Daniel, who watched them leave with relief.
"He's such a fool."
Daniel drove the next hour in complete silence again until he reached the outside of the base. He flipped open the ashtray and pressed the red button so well concealed. After parking the car near Jen's, he hopped out, replacing the Katana on his back and strode purposefully towards the elevator.
"Identification."
"Daniel Masters."
"Number."
"Five Zero One." The elevator stopped on a floor near the lowest level and he got off, others climbing on after him. He walked down the long hallway and stopped outside a door, pressing his hand against it.
"Daniel Masters Five Zero One." He said. The door beeped and unlocked at the recognition of his voice and he went into his "home," slamming the door behind him.
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Well, I hope I portrayed Daniel accurately. And Lexiter will be up in the next chapter, but I wanted to get Daniel in on his own. Next, I have question for you. This may seem weird, but bear with me.
Jennifer has a secret, and it's not a pleasant one, really. She hates failure and losing one of her company, and punishes herself whenever this happens, in a rather disturbing way. She makes a notch on the side of her wrist (not in a suicidal way, she is STRONGLY against that, mind you) but the cut is just a tiny, thin line that heals white so she can constantly remind herself that she is a "failure." Sorta like Vincent's atonement thing that he has going on. So, if this OFFENDS anyone, send me an email and let me know, and I'll take it out. Keep in mind she does it not to die, but to torment herself for being such "a horrible person" Thanks (please don't get angry or leave if you don't like it. I can change it if I need to.) rmlavoie3@comcast.net
Just another note, I forgot to add this before. I would like to know the complexion of the characters. (I really hope that doesn't offend anyone, but it shouldn't) The only one I know so far is Jen's, and she has lightly tanned skin. I like being very descriptive, or trying to be, but I need to know this for it to work well. Thanks! If you can send me that stat via email, and I'll send you a note in case you can't get to this first. I think that's about it, so on with the next chapter!
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A tall, powerful young man walked down an alley in the medium sized city of New Paris. He was following another man, slightly shorter than himself, who was taunting him. Daniel clenched his fists as the figure disappeared right through a solid wall and ran to it, slapping his palm against it. "Damnit!" He said, almost inaudibly. He kept searching for another way to get in, but there was none. "Next time, you bastard, you are mine." He spat, and walked quickly back down the alley, occasionally glancing over his shoulder.
He emerged into a busy street, his height cause for stares. He lowered his head and walked quickly to the car he had parked on a side street. Before climbing in, he pulled his Katana off his back and placed it on the seat next to him, well within reach should he need it. He climbed in, started the engine and sped off towards the open country.
He kept the radio off as he droving, swearing to get the other man next time. "Zack, you will be mine next time." He kept driving until the little silver cell phone rang, and the vid-screen popped down. He sighed and flipped it open.
"Daniel Masters."
"Daniel, where are you?"
"Does it matter?"
"Are you headed back to headquarters?"
"You'll find out when I get there, now won't you."
"Daniel, Jen is back already and-"
"Well isn't that just great! You think I care who's back from their mission or not?" He flipped the phone down abruptly, causing the image to fade and the screen to raise back to the roof. He slammed the foot down on the accelerator, causing the car to lurch forward. A single car was ahead of him, and he passed it, flying back into his own lane.
The open country really wasn't country at all. Half of it looked like a wasteland now, the grass growing only in splotches. It was the rebirth of the land from an attack two years prior. Daniel only felt hatred towards the Archon Circle who killed the land, and his parents.
As he drove he noticed the train tracks running alongside the road end abruptly. Someone had managed to cut the ties that brought food in to support the city. He sighed, knowing he would have to report that later. He drove another five minutes when he saw a giant silver orb on the ground where the tracks would have been. "What the-" he slammed on the breaks, causing the car to turn sideways before stopping. He grabbed the Katana off the seat and held it, waiting. The orb started to pulse as he watched, slightly curious about what was going on. A few seconds later the orb shattered, and train barreling through. He stood unflinching and watched as the train was derailed and came to a stop, the end of it just past him.
Squall waited impatiently at the train station as the rest of the SeeD's assigned to his group ran, trying to catch up. Zell leaned over and breathed heavily.
". . ."
"Sorry," he gasped, and boarded the train. Quistis walked up calmly and smiled at him before getting on. He went in after her, Irvine just behind.
"Selphie said she can't come." Irvine said, taking a seat. "Something more important to do," he shrugged. Zell leaned back on his seat and put his head back, closing his eyes. Rinoa rushed onto the train last minute and sat.
"I'm sorry I was late." She said, patting her dog, Angelo's head. He sat, tongue lolling out his mouth.
". . ." She sat, Angelo at her feet, and the door to the train shut, and it started to roll. There was a knock at the cabin door before it burst open.
"WHAT?!" Zell screamed as Seifer strolled into the cabin.
"Hi, chicken-wuss." Zell growled angrily, balling up his little fists.
"What are you doing here?" Quistis asked. He shrugged, sitting next to Zell, who promptly slid over.
"Can't I ride a train? I have places-" There was a sudden lurch of the train and the lights went out in the cabin. Angelo howled as Rinoa stepped on him.
"Angelo! I'm sorry!" She said, kneeling to find the dog. Seifer fell over onto Zell, producing the smaller one to shout.
"GET OFF ME!"
"Sorry chickie." Zell snapped and punched him before moving to another seat. Seifer growled, and stood, the train starting to slow and throw him backwards.
"What the hell is happening?" Squall asked rather quietly. The train finally stopped, the emergency lights flashing back on.
Daniel stood outside the train listening to the voices shouting inside. He suppressed a slight grin and watched as a door was kicked open, a very short, blond-haired man stepping from it. He promptly reached up to his hair made sure the spikes were still up. Next out was Squall, his Gunblade in his hand, looking around at their surroundings. He saw Daniel standing there and stood, watching him.
"What is it?" Quistis asked as she left the train, followed by Rinoa and Angelo.
". . ." She followed his gaze and saw the taller man standing there silently, and curved blade in his hand.
"I'm never riding a train again." Irvine said, his rifle over his shoulder, shaking his head. Seifer came out last, his Gunblade at his side. They all turned to look at the man who regarded them coolly. He made no move to come over to him.
"Where the hell are we?" Zell asked, looking around.
"Not home." Squall said simply.
Daniel's cell phone rang again and he answered it, more annoyed than last time. "What?" He snapped.
"This is Sypher, from Jennifer's company, Communication's Specialist."
"So what do you want?"
"Jen returned to headquarters with people claiming to be from another planet. She said, on the off-chance, if you happen to find some to bring them back."
"Well I think I just found some, but why the hell should I bring them back?"
"Because. . .she needs more people for her company."
"And I care why?"
"Brenton sent seven of her men to Sanria."
"And. . .?
"Sir, Sanria is no more."
". . . "
"Will you bring them in?" Daniel sighed and glanced over at them.
"Whatever." He flipped the phone shut and shoved it on the waistband of his jeans. He frowned and walked over to them, his dark brown boots thudding dully against the dirt, kicking up little clouds of dust.
He stared at the group in front of him, threats to Sypher running through his head.
"Hello," Quistis said a bit warily.
"Who are you?" He demanded. She jumped back a bit as he stood in front of them, towering over even Seifer and Irvine. Zell looked up at the man a whole foot taller than him, intimidated, but trying not to show it.
"Who are you?" Seifer demanded.
"Answer the question, or I will have to kill you here." Seifer made a move forward but was stopped by Rinoa.
"Quistis Trepe, Rinoa Heartilly, Zell Dincht, Irvine Kinneas, Seifer Almasy, and Squall Leonhart." Quistis said, trying to be friendly. He looked down at her. "May we incquire your name?"
"No." He said simply.
"Alright then," Zell backed off a bit.
"You are not from around here, are you?"
"Well, not really. This isn't Balamb Gardens, is it?" Rinoa asked. He shook his head.
"I've never heard of that place."
"Then no, we are not." She said. He sighed inwardly and looked down.
"I don't want to do this. But I have a request to bring you in. As much as I would rather leave you here to die, I must."
"We aren't going, thanks." Seifer said, glaring. Daniel looked up and glared back, staring down at the slightly shorter one.
"You have a choice. I leave you hear to be killed, which you surely will be, I kill you myself, or you come with me and possibly live."
"I'm sorry, but we just met you, how can we trust you?"
Daniel could feel his little patience running thin. "You don't really have a choice, now do you? I do not like this idea anymore than I'm sure you do, but if you do not, the Archon Circle will surely find you, and kill you."
"Who are they?"
"If you come with me you will find out." They turned to Squall.
". . ."
"We don't really have a choice, do we?" Rinoa asked. Daniel shook his head.
"No." He led them to the car and a sighed. He took out his cell phone and punched a few numbers.
"Sypher." The voice said.
"I need a helicopter or something."
"Where are you?"
"Due east of New Paris, about thirty miles."
"Ten minutes." Daniel shut the phone and stood around with them, leaning against his car.
"What's happening?"
"Someone's coming to get you."
"Who?"
". . ."
The group waited in silence until they heard a whirring noise in the air. Daniel looked up and waited for it to land. Once it did, a man jumped down.
"Brenton himself. What a pleasure." Daniel muttered angrily.
"Get back to headquarters now." Daniel stood up to his full height, overpowering the frail looking Brenton. Brenton shook his head and looked up at the man and then to the group.
"Hello. I'm Brenton. I'm going to take you back to our place now, so if you'll please follow me." They followed him back to the helicopter, Quistis looking back at Daniel, who watched them leave with relief.
"He's such a fool."
Daniel drove the next hour in complete silence again until he reached the outside of the base. He flipped open the ashtray and pressed the red button so well concealed. After parking the car near Jen's, he hopped out, replacing the Katana on his back and strode purposefully towards the elevator.
"Identification."
"Daniel Masters."
"Number."
"Five Zero One." The elevator stopped on a floor near the lowest level and he got off, others climbing on after him. He walked down the long hallway and stopped outside a door, pressing his hand against it.
"Daniel Masters Five Zero One." He said. The door beeped and unlocked at the recognition of his voice and he went into his "home," slamming the door behind him.
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Well, I hope I portrayed Daniel accurately. And Lexiter will be up in the next chapter, but I wanted to get Daniel in on his own. Next, I have question for you. This may seem weird, but bear with me.
Jennifer has a secret, and it's not a pleasant one, really. She hates failure and losing one of her company, and punishes herself whenever this happens, in a rather disturbing way. She makes a notch on the side of her wrist (not in a suicidal way, she is STRONGLY against that, mind you) but the cut is just a tiny, thin line that heals white so she can constantly remind herself that she is a "failure." Sorta like Vincent's atonement thing that he has going on. So, if this OFFENDS anyone, send me an email and let me know, and I'll take it out. Keep in mind she does it not to die, but to torment herself for being such "a horrible person" Thanks (please don't get angry or leave if you don't like it. I can change it if I need to.) rmlavoie3@comcast.net