Review Responses (wow! 8 in one chapter on my first try!):
DarkLink313: Thanks for the support. Oh, and thank you also for the lemons that you sent (by the way, if anyone wants one, just ask wink). I can't wait for the picture of Lance!
Ed, the Master Tactician: And thank YOU for the support. Short review, but sweet.
KingKazul400: Ah, another fine friend of DL. Don't worry, I asked for DL's permission to use Lance as not only a muse but an OC. It's still an OC, since it's HIS OC. Oh, and by 'hot', I meant like Hentai hot. Yeah, DL turned me onto the fad. I see where he gets his ideas.
Farfigneugen: Thanks a lot.
Onyx Black: And thank you too.
A fan: Aw, thanks.
Fan of DL: The fact that you learned about me from DL is enough thanks.
Ridley: Thanks. For. Your. Support.
Musing!
SuperLyn: Wow! I got a lot of reviews already!
Fiora: That's nice. I have to say, it's a welcome sight for any author to see that many reviews for a single chapter.
Serra: Hey, where's Lance?
SuperLyn: I think he's temporarily trying to work with DL's Final Fantasy Zero fic (check it out, it's awesome!). After all, that fic rocks.
Rebecca: Well then, how come he's in YOUR fic?
SuperLyn: Uh...ON TO THE FIC!
Chapter 2: Training
"So, this is your training ground, huh?" Lance asked a slightly tired Lyn, "Not bad. Roomy, open, and sunny. Perfect, in fact."
"Right." Lyn shrugged, "Well, I hired you to be my training partner, so let's get started."
"Hold on a second, Lyn." Lance said, "Before we begin, I have to explain the codes of conduct. I'm sure you've sword-trained with others before me, but I'm sure you didn't follow any guidelines."
"No, can't say that I have."
"Well, firstly, we must be using similar weapons. My rapier is no problem for me, but since I want to help you, I'd better use another weapon."
"You're pretty cocky considering you haven't even seen how well I can fight." Lyn huffed.
"Not cocky, just cautious. Honestly, I'm too fast with a rapier. If I use a similar blade as you, perhaps we can have an even match. I was bright enough to bring along two Iron Swords, so..."
"I need nothing from you." Lyn said as she motioned to her waist, "I've got a weapon already."
Lance looked at the weapon she was pointing to.
"Ah, not bad. But, as I said, similar weapons. I'm quite sure that a sword kept in a sheath like that is NOT an Iron Sword." Lance smirked as he pointed at the decorated sheath.
"I suppose. Fine, I'll play it your way."
"Anyway, rule two. Simply put, in beginning stages we go over basics. I'm again sure that you know exactly HOW to use swordplay to your advantage, but I intend to show you how simple, easy techniques are the best."
"Excuse me?" Lyn said angrily, "I thought I hired you as my training partner, not my trainer."
"Oh, right..." Lance shrugged, "My mistake. I get carried away. Well then, I suppose we can start now. Here."
Lance handed Lyn one of the Iron Swords he was holding and she took it. Lance stepped back a few feet and got into a battle stance. Lyn followed suit and prepared for whatever was to happen. They stood in stances, circling each other for a minute before anyone said anything.
"Well?" Lyn challenged, "Aren't you going to attack me?"
"Ah, I would, but that's rule number one in sword-fighting: The first attacker is usually the one with sword in his head." Lance taunted.
"What does that mean?" Lyn asked.
"It means that whichever one of us attacks first will probably lose." He smiled.
"Funny, I've never had that happen..." Lyn smiled back.
She unsheathed her blade and charged forth at Lance with great speed. Lance sidestepped her first slash and parried her second. With a grin, he slashed as well, though not at the fastest speed he could. Even at half his normal speed, his slash was too quick for Lyn and she barely avoided losing a leg. Her outfit was slashed on the side, but Lance was not letting up. He continued with a quick series of slashes aimed in such ways that they would hit Lyn's outfit, but not her. Lyn was barely dodging and parrying a third of the strikes. When Lyn had had enough of this form of combat, she leapt backwards and landed a few steps back.
"Blast it, you're quick!" she yelled, "And look what you've done to my outfit..."
"Not a good idea to talk during a battle!" Lance laughed as he ran forward.
He slashed again and this time caught the top right shoulder of her outfit causing it to flap open. Lance looked stunned at what he had accidentally revealed.
"You jerk!" Lyn yelled as she tried to hide her right breast, "What the hell are you trying to do!?"
Lance couldn't speak and in his embaressment, turned away from Lyn. Lyn smiled slyly as she gripped her sword in her other hand and slashed the back of Lance's pant buckles so that his pants fell down to reveal his boxers.
"Ah!" Lance declared as he pulled up his pants, "Foul temptress! You distract me and then strike me with my back turned!"
"Well, you're the one who just HAD to cut my outfit! Now I have to get a new one!"
"You're just lucky I wasn't attacking at my full speed!" Lance shot, "If I had, you'd be completely nude by now!"
"Well, you're just a perverted jerk!" Lyn shot back, "You're just lucky I need you to help me train!"
"You'd need a miracle to help you train!" Lance fired, "You heard me say that the first to attack was going to lose!"
"Well, I've never had that problem before!" Lyn snapped.
"Who did you used to fight!? Apes!?"
"No! I fought against the strongest people you've ever seen!"
"I've obviously seen better if I could beat you at half-speed!"
"You...you...you're just an ass! You're the biggest asshole I've ever met!"
"Well, that's a shame, since you hired me!" Lance yelled as he came closer.
"Jerk!"
"Wimp!"
"Ass!"
"Idiot!"
They breathed heavily as they looked at each other for a moment, then Lyn turned away in a huff.
"You're just lucky I don't want to waste my money! If I didn't need to train under you, I wouldn't!"
"You should've thought of that before you paid me!" Lance shot.
"I'm going to get a new outfit, since your jerk ass ruined this one!" Lyn snapped, "AND DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT FOLLOWING ME!"
"Fine!"
"Good!"
Lyn stomped off towards her Ger to get a new outfit while Lance remained in the training field.
"Worse job ever..." Lance mumbled, "It better be worth the money I'm getting..."
SuperLyn: Uh-oh...looks like these two hate each other so far.
Rebecca: Does that mean that they don't like each other?
Serra: Looks that way. Oh no!
Fiora: Aw, don't worry about it. It'll all work out, right?
SuperLyn: Well, duh. It wouldn't be much of a Lyn/OC fic if they hated each other the whole time! Anyway, chapter 3 will be up next week. Until then, see ya!
DarkLink313: Thanks for the support. Oh, and thank you also for the lemons that you sent (by the way, if anyone wants one, just ask wink). I can't wait for the picture of Lance!
Ed, the Master Tactician: And thank YOU for the support. Short review, but sweet.
KingKazul400: Ah, another fine friend of DL. Don't worry, I asked for DL's permission to use Lance as not only a muse but an OC. It's still an OC, since it's HIS OC. Oh, and by 'hot', I meant like Hentai hot. Yeah, DL turned me onto the fad. I see where he gets his ideas.
Farfigneugen: Thanks a lot.
Onyx Black: And thank you too.
A fan: Aw, thanks.
Fan of DL: The fact that you learned about me from DL is enough thanks.
Ridley: Thanks. For. Your. Support.
Musing!
SuperLyn: Wow! I got a lot of reviews already!
Fiora: That's nice. I have to say, it's a welcome sight for any author to see that many reviews for a single chapter.
Serra: Hey, where's Lance?
SuperLyn: I think he's temporarily trying to work with DL's Final Fantasy Zero fic (check it out, it's awesome!). After all, that fic rocks.
Rebecca: Well then, how come he's in YOUR fic?
SuperLyn: Uh...ON TO THE FIC!
Chapter 2: Training
"So, this is your training ground, huh?" Lance asked a slightly tired Lyn, "Not bad. Roomy, open, and sunny. Perfect, in fact."
"Right." Lyn shrugged, "Well, I hired you to be my training partner, so let's get started."
"Hold on a second, Lyn." Lance said, "Before we begin, I have to explain the codes of conduct. I'm sure you've sword-trained with others before me, but I'm sure you didn't follow any guidelines."
"No, can't say that I have."
"Well, firstly, we must be using similar weapons. My rapier is no problem for me, but since I want to help you, I'd better use another weapon."
"You're pretty cocky considering you haven't even seen how well I can fight." Lyn huffed.
"Not cocky, just cautious. Honestly, I'm too fast with a rapier. If I use a similar blade as you, perhaps we can have an even match. I was bright enough to bring along two Iron Swords, so..."
"I need nothing from you." Lyn said as she motioned to her waist, "I've got a weapon already."
Lance looked at the weapon she was pointing to.
"Ah, not bad. But, as I said, similar weapons. I'm quite sure that a sword kept in a sheath like that is NOT an Iron Sword." Lance smirked as he pointed at the decorated sheath.
"I suppose. Fine, I'll play it your way."
"Anyway, rule two. Simply put, in beginning stages we go over basics. I'm again sure that you know exactly HOW to use swordplay to your advantage, but I intend to show you how simple, easy techniques are the best."
"Excuse me?" Lyn said angrily, "I thought I hired you as my training partner, not my trainer."
"Oh, right..." Lance shrugged, "My mistake. I get carried away. Well then, I suppose we can start now. Here."
Lance handed Lyn one of the Iron Swords he was holding and she took it. Lance stepped back a few feet and got into a battle stance. Lyn followed suit and prepared for whatever was to happen. They stood in stances, circling each other for a minute before anyone said anything.
"Well?" Lyn challenged, "Aren't you going to attack me?"
"Ah, I would, but that's rule number one in sword-fighting: The first attacker is usually the one with sword in his head." Lance taunted.
"What does that mean?" Lyn asked.
"It means that whichever one of us attacks first will probably lose." He smiled.
"Funny, I've never had that happen..." Lyn smiled back.
She unsheathed her blade and charged forth at Lance with great speed. Lance sidestepped her first slash and parried her second. With a grin, he slashed as well, though not at the fastest speed he could. Even at half his normal speed, his slash was too quick for Lyn and she barely avoided losing a leg. Her outfit was slashed on the side, but Lance was not letting up. He continued with a quick series of slashes aimed in such ways that they would hit Lyn's outfit, but not her. Lyn was barely dodging and parrying a third of the strikes. When Lyn had had enough of this form of combat, she leapt backwards and landed a few steps back.
"Blast it, you're quick!" she yelled, "And look what you've done to my outfit..."
"Not a good idea to talk during a battle!" Lance laughed as he ran forward.
He slashed again and this time caught the top right shoulder of her outfit causing it to flap open. Lance looked stunned at what he had accidentally revealed.
"You jerk!" Lyn yelled as she tried to hide her right breast, "What the hell are you trying to do!?"
Lance couldn't speak and in his embaressment, turned away from Lyn. Lyn smiled slyly as she gripped her sword in her other hand and slashed the back of Lance's pant buckles so that his pants fell down to reveal his boxers.
"Ah!" Lance declared as he pulled up his pants, "Foul temptress! You distract me and then strike me with my back turned!"
"Well, you're the one who just HAD to cut my outfit! Now I have to get a new one!"
"You're just lucky I wasn't attacking at my full speed!" Lance shot, "If I had, you'd be completely nude by now!"
"Well, you're just a perverted jerk!" Lyn shot back, "You're just lucky I need you to help me train!"
"You'd need a miracle to help you train!" Lance fired, "You heard me say that the first to attack was going to lose!"
"Well, I've never had that problem before!" Lyn snapped.
"Who did you used to fight!? Apes!?"
"No! I fought against the strongest people you've ever seen!"
"I've obviously seen better if I could beat you at half-speed!"
"You...you...you're just an ass! You're the biggest asshole I've ever met!"
"Well, that's a shame, since you hired me!" Lance yelled as he came closer.
"Jerk!"
"Wimp!"
"Ass!"
"Idiot!"
They breathed heavily as they looked at each other for a moment, then Lyn turned away in a huff.
"You're just lucky I don't want to waste my money! If I didn't need to train under you, I wouldn't!"
"You should've thought of that before you paid me!" Lance shot.
"I'm going to get a new outfit, since your jerk ass ruined this one!" Lyn snapped, "AND DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT FOLLOWING ME!"
"Fine!"
"Good!"
Lyn stomped off towards her Ger to get a new outfit while Lance remained in the training field.
"Worse job ever..." Lance mumbled, "It better be worth the money I'm getting..."
SuperLyn: Uh-oh...looks like these two hate each other so far.
Rebecca: Does that mean that they don't like each other?
Serra: Looks that way. Oh no!
Fiora: Aw, don't worry about it. It'll all work out, right?
SuperLyn: Well, duh. It wouldn't be much of a Lyn/OC fic if they hated each other the whole time! Anyway, chapter 3 will be up next week. Until then, see ya!