Chapter 67: Orange...p
Tinsir: Ah f--k, prophesies are coming out of the wood work now.
Squall: What does it mean?
Tinsir: It's said that the Child of the Ages shall have three marks: one of the lion, one of the dragon, and one of the sword. I never gave it much thought until now.
Squall: It's an omen of what?
Tinsir: Okay, here goes a brief summary. Ahem, it is said in the Book Of Irreverent Shadows, a book by none other than Odin, that the child is the omen for the new order of life. Which means that.... Aw, d--m, I am the d-- m Dragon. Grrrrr....
Quistis: So he is basically meant to be born. Aw, how cute, and creepy.
Tinsir: Eh, sure.
Squall: But how does Dewn fit into all of this? Time compression, and all that.
Tinsir: Okay, I need to find out more about that, but isn't it possible that she will feel left out in the time yet to come, and wish to destroy it? The mini apocalypse doesn't mean she'll die. Also, isn't it possible that it isn't her?
Squall: You said that it was.
Tinsir: There is another that may be Ultimecia. I care not to wish to discuss the matter.
Squall: If there is-
Tinsir: Drop it.
Squall: ... Is there anything else odd about him?
Quistis: Hmmm.... no, not considering...
Squall: Considering?
Quistis: Who his parents are.
Tinsir: ...Oh....
Squall: ...?
Tinsir: I'll tell you later.
Squall: Oh.... Poor little guy.
Tinsir: Well, you know he's yours.
Squall (blushing): Whatever.
Quistis: Ahem, um, we should get him to bed. I'll set you guys up in your room.
And so they left, Squall carrying Tinsir, and Quistis carrying baby. And Zell left on the table. The lights switched off, he lay in darkness, alone, and crying out for help.
Zell: QUISTY!!!! Ah, d--m. Fine then (gest up, the strap were velcroed). (leaves)
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Selphie: SURPRISE!!!!
Squall: Hyne...
Tinsir: How.... interesting....
Irvine: Told you to get it in black.
Selphie: You don't like it, Squall?
Squall: It's...orange....
Irvine: Selphie picked it all out, and what wasn't orange, she dyed it.
Tinsir (taking a look around the orange baby stuff): Whoa... Thank you....
Squall (looks at Tinsir): ....
Tinsir: Okay.
Tinsir snapped her fingers, and all but Selphie saw the room in black. Black baby rattles, black baby everything. It's a goth child.
Selphie: Ornage is a bright color, and I heard babies do better around them.
Zell (walks in): Nice digs.
Selphie: I put everything together.
Zell: A bit much black, don't you think?
Selphie: They need to get out of this black thing. So, I'll dye everything. I guess...
Tinsir: Thanks, Selphie,. but I can fix it easily. (Selphie sees black room)
Selphie: It's so dark... I like it, but...
Squall: But what?
Selphie: It may make the baby turn out like you two. No offense, but you two are usually so... wierd.
Squall: Whatever.
Tinsir: Don't you think him just living with us would do that?
Selphie: True... Poor thing...
Squall/ Tinsir: ....
Selphie (to Tinsir): I took my meds today.
Quistis: Remind me to adjust her prescription.
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Okay, this was cut short. I wanted a longer chappie, but ran outta time. So next chappie will conclude this chappie, and include the next one. Sorries...
Tinsir: Ah f--k, prophesies are coming out of the wood work now.
Squall: What does it mean?
Tinsir: It's said that the Child of the Ages shall have three marks: one of the lion, one of the dragon, and one of the sword. I never gave it much thought until now.
Squall: It's an omen of what?
Tinsir: Okay, here goes a brief summary. Ahem, it is said in the Book Of Irreverent Shadows, a book by none other than Odin, that the child is the omen for the new order of life. Which means that.... Aw, d--m, I am the d-- m Dragon. Grrrrr....
Quistis: So he is basically meant to be born. Aw, how cute, and creepy.
Tinsir: Eh, sure.
Squall: But how does Dewn fit into all of this? Time compression, and all that.
Tinsir: Okay, I need to find out more about that, but isn't it possible that she will feel left out in the time yet to come, and wish to destroy it? The mini apocalypse doesn't mean she'll die. Also, isn't it possible that it isn't her?
Squall: You said that it was.
Tinsir: There is another that may be Ultimecia. I care not to wish to discuss the matter.
Squall: If there is-
Tinsir: Drop it.
Squall: ... Is there anything else odd about him?
Quistis: Hmmm.... no, not considering...
Squall: Considering?
Quistis: Who his parents are.
Tinsir: ...Oh....
Squall: ...?
Tinsir: I'll tell you later.
Squall: Oh.... Poor little guy.
Tinsir: Well, you know he's yours.
Squall (blushing): Whatever.
Quistis: Ahem, um, we should get him to bed. I'll set you guys up in your room.
And so they left, Squall carrying Tinsir, and Quistis carrying baby. And Zell left on the table. The lights switched off, he lay in darkness, alone, and crying out for help.
Zell: QUISTY!!!! Ah, d--m. Fine then (gest up, the strap were velcroed). (leaves)
_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+
Selphie: SURPRISE!!!!
Squall: Hyne...
Tinsir: How.... interesting....
Irvine: Told you to get it in black.
Selphie: You don't like it, Squall?
Squall: It's...orange....
Irvine: Selphie picked it all out, and what wasn't orange, she dyed it.
Tinsir (taking a look around the orange baby stuff): Whoa... Thank you....
Squall (looks at Tinsir): ....
Tinsir: Okay.
Tinsir snapped her fingers, and all but Selphie saw the room in black. Black baby rattles, black baby everything. It's a goth child.
Selphie: Ornage is a bright color, and I heard babies do better around them.
Zell (walks in): Nice digs.
Selphie: I put everything together.
Zell: A bit much black, don't you think?
Selphie: They need to get out of this black thing. So, I'll dye everything. I guess...
Tinsir: Thanks, Selphie,. but I can fix it easily. (Selphie sees black room)
Selphie: It's so dark... I like it, but...
Squall: But what?
Selphie: It may make the baby turn out like you two. No offense, but you two are usually so... wierd.
Squall: Whatever.
Tinsir: Don't you think him just living with us would do that?
Selphie: True... Poor thing...
Squall/ Tinsir: ....
Selphie (to Tinsir): I took my meds today.
Quistis: Remind me to adjust her prescription.
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Okay, this was cut short. I wanted a longer chappie, but ran outta time. So next chappie will conclude this chappie, and include the next one. Sorries...
