Note: Sorry my chapters hace been short, but I haven't felt like writing. I
wrote my poetry, and now... I feel like crawling in a hole, slitting my
wrists, and dieing. I am so sick of life. People think they know the answer
to everything, when in all reality they don't even know who you are...
Sorry, I am stuck in a deep rut... again... emotionally speaking...
Chapter 80: This Agony Will Always Remain
*These scars will never fade. Payback will never undo what was done to me... to us....*
Tinsir sat on the roof of the lighthouse, the time approaching for her summon, quite possibly the last summon that mant Guardians will ever answer. A era dies, and slips away, but will a new era replace it? The rain blew across her cheek, its cooling drops turning into steam as it hit her face, her rage building. She wiped away the dried tear marks, and calmed her thoughts enough to function. A new hate seething, a new weakness consuming, and new self apocalypse building. The end of her trials was close, but would she survive long enough to see it?
Part of her didn't want to. She wanted to die, and end this void, this hole, this vast expanse in herself. Time doesn't heal all wounds, some it magnifies to a whole new, darker level. She breathed in a weary, unsmooth breath, and rose to her feet. Squall standing on the parapit below her.
Squall: Moonrise is soon. Are you ready?
Tinsir: ... As ready as I'll ever be. Do you have my staff?
Squall (holds it up): Yeah.
Tinsir (takes it): Thanks.
Squall: What's wrong? You have that look on your face again.
Tinsir: Nothing. Just a bit worried, k?
Squall: Whatever.
Tinsir: *deep sigh* You should go eat before we start.
Squall: Come in too. I won't if you won't. You haven't eaten in days.
Tinsir: I'll eat soon enough. The flesh of my adversaries shall quench my hunger, and strengthen my force. I shall know the taste of my people, and wipe out the evil that consumes them.
Squall" Make sure that evil doesn't consume you in the process.
Tinsir: I smell garlic. Is Edea cooking spaghetti?
Squall: I think so. Come, and eat.
Tinsir: ... Fine. But I don't want the sauce.
_+_+_+_+_+_+
Everyone was gathered around the table, grace already said. But those in the company wished they were dead. Some thought Tinsir was sick in the head.
She ate her dinner, blood on her face. Her special sauce made Squall feel like a disgrace. But Tinsir was in her natural place.
\\\\\\A.N.:::::::
Okay, Tinsir had slit her inner arm, and used that as sauce. Ravenously hungry, she shovelled it all in. Blood splattered against the wall, and people, she finished eating, and the others weren't sure if they were ever going to be hungry again. That dumb poem was a morbid Dr. Suess inspired dity. Lame? Oh, well. Better than me actually doing that. Mmmm. Blood platelets.On pasta. I made spaghetti the other day... We have left overs. Mmmmm... ^v^
End Note/////
Selphie: Um, Tinny, is that good for you?
Tinsir (mouth full): Can't hurt.
Zell: Um, you'll choke if you eat that fast... *memories* In public that's no fun...
Others: *laugh*
Zell: It wasn't funny.
Irvine: Yeah, it was. You made a doof out of yourself in front of your- nevermind.
Zell: It's okay. Quisty's here for me now. I will always miss the library girl with a ponytail, but I love Quistis.
Irvine: Her name was Amelia. You said her eulogy, and piled on the first shovel full of dirt. You gave her your virginity, and you forgot her name?!
Zell: Hey, I rely on the Guardians a lot. I don't have a weapon other than these two fists o' mine, and I friggin' I hurt them when I punched a wall when she died. I got a friggin scar from it.
Tinsir: Uh, huh?
Irvine: Zell is blaming his memory loss on the GF's.
Tinsir: ...Oh...
Squall: Is it true?
Tinsir: Um, yeah...
Cid: Quite interesting. I would have never thought *blah blah blah.....*
Tinsir/ Squall: *He thought? He thinks? OH MY HYNE! THE END OF THE WORLD IS HERE!!!!!!*
Cid: ...And so when I was a boy of about thirteen years, I got my first GF, and she was blue, and pretty, and I fell in love with her. She had icy skin, and I would go fighting just to summon her. But in the process my own abilities faded, and I had to rely on her, and well, I became weak, and-
Shiva: Hold it. Did you ever get in a fight with a T-Rexsaur (sp.), and skin your knees, and faked hurt just to get a better look at my behind?
Cid: .... Oh.... You remember that....
Shiva: Snot-nosed, pathetic, grubby little peon.
Tinsir: Um, blood anyone?
.....
Tinsir: Just being polite...
Chapter 80: This Agony Will Always Remain
*These scars will never fade. Payback will never undo what was done to me... to us....*
Tinsir sat on the roof of the lighthouse, the time approaching for her summon, quite possibly the last summon that mant Guardians will ever answer. A era dies, and slips away, but will a new era replace it? The rain blew across her cheek, its cooling drops turning into steam as it hit her face, her rage building. She wiped away the dried tear marks, and calmed her thoughts enough to function. A new hate seething, a new weakness consuming, and new self apocalypse building. The end of her trials was close, but would she survive long enough to see it?
Part of her didn't want to. She wanted to die, and end this void, this hole, this vast expanse in herself. Time doesn't heal all wounds, some it magnifies to a whole new, darker level. She breathed in a weary, unsmooth breath, and rose to her feet. Squall standing on the parapit below her.
Squall: Moonrise is soon. Are you ready?
Tinsir: ... As ready as I'll ever be. Do you have my staff?
Squall (holds it up): Yeah.
Tinsir (takes it): Thanks.
Squall: What's wrong? You have that look on your face again.
Tinsir: Nothing. Just a bit worried, k?
Squall: Whatever.
Tinsir: *deep sigh* You should go eat before we start.
Squall: Come in too. I won't if you won't. You haven't eaten in days.
Tinsir: I'll eat soon enough. The flesh of my adversaries shall quench my hunger, and strengthen my force. I shall know the taste of my people, and wipe out the evil that consumes them.
Squall" Make sure that evil doesn't consume you in the process.
Tinsir: I smell garlic. Is Edea cooking spaghetti?
Squall: I think so. Come, and eat.
Tinsir: ... Fine. But I don't want the sauce.
_+_+_+_+_+_+
Everyone was gathered around the table, grace already said. But those in the company wished they were dead. Some thought Tinsir was sick in the head.
She ate her dinner, blood on her face. Her special sauce made Squall feel like a disgrace. But Tinsir was in her natural place.
\\\\\\A.N.:::::::
Okay, Tinsir had slit her inner arm, and used that as sauce. Ravenously hungry, she shovelled it all in. Blood splattered against the wall, and people, she finished eating, and the others weren't sure if they were ever going to be hungry again. That dumb poem was a morbid Dr. Suess inspired dity. Lame? Oh, well. Better than me actually doing that. Mmmm. Blood platelets.On pasta. I made spaghetti the other day... We have left overs. Mmmmm... ^v^
End Note/////
Selphie: Um, Tinny, is that good for you?
Tinsir (mouth full): Can't hurt.
Zell: Um, you'll choke if you eat that fast... *memories* In public that's no fun...
Others: *laugh*
Zell: It wasn't funny.
Irvine: Yeah, it was. You made a doof out of yourself in front of your- nevermind.
Zell: It's okay. Quisty's here for me now. I will always miss the library girl with a ponytail, but I love Quistis.
Irvine: Her name was Amelia. You said her eulogy, and piled on the first shovel full of dirt. You gave her your virginity, and you forgot her name?!
Zell: Hey, I rely on the Guardians a lot. I don't have a weapon other than these two fists o' mine, and I friggin' I hurt them when I punched a wall when she died. I got a friggin scar from it.
Tinsir: Uh, huh?
Irvine: Zell is blaming his memory loss on the GF's.
Tinsir: ...Oh...
Squall: Is it true?
Tinsir: Um, yeah...
Cid: Quite interesting. I would have never thought *blah blah blah.....*
Tinsir/ Squall: *He thought? He thinks? OH MY HYNE! THE END OF THE WORLD IS HERE!!!!!!*
Cid: ...And so when I was a boy of about thirteen years, I got my first GF, and she was blue, and pretty, and I fell in love with her. She had icy skin, and I would go fighting just to summon her. But in the process my own abilities faded, and I had to rely on her, and well, I became weak, and-
Shiva: Hold it. Did you ever get in a fight with a T-Rexsaur (sp.), and skin your knees, and faked hurt just to get a better look at my behind?
Cid: .... Oh.... You remember that....
Shiva: Snot-nosed, pathetic, grubby little peon.
Tinsir: Um, blood anyone?
.....
Tinsir: Just being polite...
