Author's Note: It all started with Shu. Yes, SHU. He thought it was soooooo
cool to insult the mercenaries who recruited him the first time but little
did he know that a little insult would make a stupid little plotbunny dance
in my head. Damn you Shu!!!!!!!!!
Disclaimers: Suikoden belongs to Konami, Bigman belongs to Shu, the cuddly little Shu plushie belongs to me, the snuggly happy Luc plushie belongs to Nami....Viktor belongs to Flik as Luc belongs to Sasarai so screw you all! XD
Warnings: Viktor. 'Nuf said.
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The Adventures of Bigman and Blueboy
(Poor Flik hasn't had any sleep....)
--- ---- ----- Chapter 2: Paranoia and Delusion
That evening......
It was past midnight. Hardly anyone was up save for two people. In the tavern, Viktor looked up from his mug of ale. There was a sense of foreboding in the air. His eyes studied the tavern, catching sight of Flik standing nearby. He gave his partner a nod tried to ignore the look that seemed like Flik rolling his eyes as he dashed off to his room.
Hastily, he shut the door and started leafing through his closet. Viktor pulled out a black zorro mask and the tattered Mercenary flag.
Hurriedly, he made his way down to the main hall. Without the same enthusiasm, Flik followed behind with a grumbling sigh. Viktor didn't mind. The night was his realm. He was the guardian of justice, the defender of the oppressed.... He was... Bigman!
Bigman turned to his assistant. "Come, Blueboy! Trouble's afoot in the confines of this castle!" he called and sped off. Flik rolled his eyes. "Coming, Viktor." He grumbled. "Blueboy! Don't give away my secret identity!" "Fine... coming...Bigman." Replied the troubled Blueboy.
The two hurried through the darkened corridors of the castle. No words were said between them. A hushed silence followed as the courageous Bigman trailed the uneasiness that ran through his system.
They were led to the square. The bleat of startled sheep and the moo of awakened cows filled the air. Bigman had a good look around. There seemed absolutely nothing out of place. It seemed that this was (much to his disappointment) a false alarm.
"Odd..." he mused, seeing his 'trusty' sidekick come up behind him. "I was certain there was trouble." Bigman tapped his foot impatiently on the ground, scanning the farm. Beside him, Blueboy gave a yawn. Bigman chuckled. There would be no rest tonight... not until they had solved this mystery.
As he was about to leave, however, there came from the doorway a loud shriek. Bigman turned to the sound of the cry, knowing full well that this was where he was needed.
-------------------------- And there's chapter 2! Who made that scream? What the hell is this fic writer on?! Is there indeed a malevolent force at work in the castle? Read and review, people! All flames will be coveted by Viktor the pyromaniac! XD
Disclaimers: Suikoden belongs to Konami, Bigman belongs to Shu, the cuddly little Shu plushie belongs to me, the snuggly happy Luc plushie belongs to Nami....Viktor belongs to Flik as Luc belongs to Sasarai so screw you all! XD
Warnings: Viktor. 'Nuf said.
- -- --- ---- -----
The Adventures of Bigman and Blueboy
(Poor Flik hasn't had any sleep....)
--- ---- ----- Chapter 2: Paranoia and Delusion
That evening......
It was past midnight. Hardly anyone was up save for two people. In the tavern, Viktor looked up from his mug of ale. There was a sense of foreboding in the air. His eyes studied the tavern, catching sight of Flik standing nearby. He gave his partner a nod tried to ignore the look that seemed like Flik rolling his eyes as he dashed off to his room.
Hastily, he shut the door and started leafing through his closet. Viktor pulled out a black zorro mask and the tattered Mercenary flag.
Hurriedly, he made his way down to the main hall. Without the same enthusiasm, Flik followed behind with a grumbling sigh. Viktor didn't mind. The night was his realm. He was the guardian of justice, the defender of the oppressed.... He was... Bigman!
Bigman turned to his assistant. "Come, Blueboy! Trouble's afoot in the confines of this castle!" he called and sped off. Flik rolled his eyes. "Coming, Viktor." He grumbled. "Blueboy! Don't give away my secret identity!" "Fine... coming...Bigman." Replied the troubled Blueboy.
The two hurried through the darkened corridors of the castle. No words were said between them. A hushed silence followed as the courageous Bigman trailed the uneasiness that ran through his system.
They were led to the square. The bleat of startled sheep and the moo of awakened cows filled the air. Bigman had a good look around. There seemed absolutely nothing out of place. It seemed that this was (much to his disappointment) a false alarm.
"Odd..." he mused, seeing his 'trusty' sidekick come up behind him. "I was certain there was trouble." Bigman tapped his foot impatiently on the ground, scanning the farm. Beside him, Blueboy gave a yawn. Bigman chuckled. There would be no rest tonight... not until they had solved this mystery.
As he was about to leave, however, there came from the doorway a loud shriek. Bigman turned to the sound of the cry, knowing full well that this was where he was needed.
-------------------------- And there's chapter 2! Who made that scream? What the hell is this fic writer on?! Is there indeed a malevolent force at work in the castle? Read and review, people! All flames will be coveted by Viktor the pyromaniac! XD