The Unnamed Feeling
Get the fuck out of here, I just want to get the fuck away from me. I rage, I glaze, I hurt, I hate. I hate it all, Why? Why? Why me?
Metallica, The Unnamed Feeling
Sweat broke out on his brow in exertion and panic, his weapon lay broken on the floor, the baton split in two by the T-rexaurs jaws. He hit the creature with a sleep spell and then a blind spell enabling him to escape with the pieces of his weapon.
There was a dull anger deep inside him as he stared at the first weapon he had ever owned, four years long service now reduced to a pile of splinters. Was that how he would live his life?
He dropped the remains of his weapon and returned to his room. Since Garden had returned to Balamb his piloting expertise was no longer required and he'd gone back to his quiet, dull, dull life.
He sighed deeply and opened his cupboard of items and decided with which to make a new Baton. This was his other skill, Customising, but this obviously wasn't enough. Of the four cadets that graduated in his group, three went on to greater things, was it a surprise he wasn't one of them?
He began building his new weapon using a controlled fire spell to weld the handle to the main piece of the baton. Once the main shape of his weapon was done he toughened it up with Ruby Dragon scales so it'd absorb fire attacks and interwoven was Snow Lion fur for ice absorption. For offensive capabilities he put Curse spikes and Vampire fangs along the attacking edge.
Admittedly a baton wasn't the best weapon but it was effective at closer ranges than say a Gunblade. Nida left his newly created weapon on the desk and lifted his pride and joy from its hooks in the back of the closet. It was a modified Estharian Gunscythe. The gun aspect had been down- tuned to just a double barrel for speed and efficiency whilst the grip had been altered for ease of use, and Nida had beaten and customised the Scythe aspect to make it less unwieldy.
Nida gazed lovingly at his creation before putting it back. Now calm, he decided to go to the library and see whether the book on Guardian Forces had arrived yet.
The electronic doors slid open as he entered the semi-quiet room. One of the girls on the library committee was behind the desk looking flustered as a SeeD assaulted her with a barrage of questions.
'So where's the girl with pigtails? It's meant to be her shift tonight.' The SeeD demanded.
'She's ill. I'm covering.' The girl tried not to stammer.
Nida approached the desk quietly and patiently waited for the SeeD to stop, the girl giving him a pleading look as the SeeD continued harassing her.
Nida cleared his throat and said to the SeeD 'Do you mind if I interrupt you and ask about something relevant to the library?'
The SeeD turned and gave him a look of contempt, replying angrily 'Do you mind? This is a private conversation! Stop bothering me with your worthless life!' and then turned back to the librarian.
Nida gritted his teeth as something deep inside him twanged like highly strung elastic and snapped, causing his arm to move of its own volition. It moved in a fluid arc grabbing the back of the SeeD's head and slammed it repeatedly against the desk until the SeeD slumped to the floor.
He backed away staring at his hand in shock to the mild applause of the other students. Nida turned and fled grateful that being a non-entity meant no-one would be able to recognise him.
Get the fuck out of here, I just want to get the fuck away from me. I rage, I glaze, I hurt, I hate. I hate it all, Why? Why? Why me?
Metallica, The Unnamed Feeling
Sweat broke out on his brow in exertion and panic, his weapon lay broken on the floor, the baton split in two by the T-rexaurs jaws. He hit the creature with a sleep spell and then a blind spell enabling him to escape with the pieces of his weapon.
There was a dull anger deep inside him as he stared at the first weapon he had ever owned, four years long service now reduced to a pile of splinters. Was that how he would live his life?
He dropped the remains of his weapon and returned to his room. Since Garden had returned to Balamb his piloting expertise was no longer required and he'd gone back to his quiet, dull, dull life.
He sighed deeply and opened his cupboard of items and decided with which to make a new Baton. This was his other skill, Customising, but this obviously wasn't enough. Of the four cadets that graduated in his group, three went on to greater things, was it a surprise he wasn't one of them?
He began building his new weapon using a controlled fire spell to weld the handle to the main piece of the baton. Once the main shape of his weapon was done he toughened it up with Ruby Dragon scales so it'd absorb fire attacks and interwoven was Snow Lion fur for ice absorption. For offensive capabilities he put Curse spikes and Vampire fangs along the attacking edge.
Admittedly a baton wasn't the best weapon but it was effective at closer ranges than say a Gunblade. Nida left his newly created weapon on the desk and lifted his pride and joy from its hooks in the back of the closet. It was a modified Estharian Gunscythe. The gun aspect had been down- tuned to just a double barrel for speed and efficiency whilst the grip had been altered for ease of use, and Nida had beaten and customised the Scythe aspect to make it less unwieldy.
Nida gazed lovingly at his creation before putting it back. Now calm, he decided to go to the library and see whether the book on Guardian Forces had arrived yet.
The electronic doors slid open as he entered the semi-quiet room. One of the girls on the library committee was behind the desk looking flustered as a SeeD assaulted her with a barrage of questions.
'So where's the girl with pigtails? It's meant to be her shift tonight.' The SeeD demanded.
'She's ill. I'm covering.' The girl tried not to stammer.
Nida approached the desk quietly and patiently waited for the SeeD to stop, the girl giving him a pleading look as the SeeD continued harassing her.
Nida cleared his throat and said to the SeeD 'Do you mind if I interrupt you and ask about something relevant to the library?'
The SeeD turned and gave him a look of contempt, replying angrily 'Do you mind? This is a private conversation! Stop bothering me with your worthless life!' and then turned back to the librarian.
Nida gritted his teeth as something deep inside him twanged like highly strung elastic and snapped, causing his arm to move of its own volition. It moved in a fluid arc grabbing the back of the SeeD's head and slammed it repeatedly against the desk until the SeeD slumped to the floor.
He backed away staring at his hand in shock to the mild applause of the other students. Nida turned and fled grateful that being a non-entity meant no-one would be able to recognise him.