NOTE---I do not own the Final Fantasy series, Disney, Queens Park Rangers,
Muse, The Cure, Jimi Hendrix, Jeff Buckley, Nirvana, The Pixies, The Verve,
The Smiths, Nine Inch Nails or Radiohead, so don't sue me, this is just a
mark of appreciation and expression of creativity.
A STORY ABOUT STRANGE THINGS (POSSIBLY FEATURING RANDOM GUEST STARS): PART TWO!-THE MYSTERIOUS SMITH KNIGHT AND HIS OBSESSION WITH DISNEY AND QUEENS PARK RANGERS! (FEATURING ANOTHER SMITH KNIGHT!)
Seifer and his weary, confused friends ambled on across the Galbadian plains, until they reached a waterfall, which majestically poured out of a cavern in a cliff-side. As they got closer, they realised that not only they had been travelling in completely the wrong direction, but there was some wonderful, beautiful music playing. Fujin sighed happily, and shook her head in disbelief.
"COULD IT BE? T-THE KNIGHT...of the cure?!" A quixotically dressed Goth in a Disney-esque knight costume leapt down, almost in slow motion, bringing a cool wave of air, which cooled the party's aching feet. He appeared resplendent backdropped by the incredible white-yellow sunlight in the cloud-smothered blue sky, pre-sunset and pearly.
"Yes, m'lady, it is I, Sir Robert of Smith! Marvel in my colours of blue and white, the colours of the Queen of the Park Rangers! An also marvel at my magical, Disney inspired appearance!" The trio, were of course taken aback, and Seifer fell to his knees. "Oh Smith knight, please play your Plainsong for us world weary travellers!"
"Certainly!" But before the Smith knight could begin his wonderful music, another, altogether more shadowy figure leapt out of the shadows.
"Oi Smith, you moron, I am the only Smith knight!"
"Aha, Sir Stephen of Morrissey! Yes, you were indeed once a Smith knight! But your jolly band of Smithsonians disbanded many a year ago! Therefore, I am the one and only Smith knight. And I'm much lovelier anyway."
"Pff...weary travellers, ignore this charming man's charming goth charms."
"Shut up, you horrible cynic! You don't even like Disney!"
"Shocking."
"See, isn't he horrible! Only horrible people sound as deadpan as that!"
"Robert, Robert, Robert...it seems your Cure clan have deserted you...'
"No, they have not! You started the rumour about them disintegrating! We met up by the Bloodflowers of Esthar plains just last year!"
"That's not what Black Francis and his magical Pixies told me..."
"Oh, he's just a fat surfer and you know it!"
"Oh, forget it. Just call yourself a Cure knight instead of a Smith knight from now on. Good day, I'm off for the next seven years."
"Heavens knows I'm miserable now..." As the cynical Stephen of Morrissey strode off, he yelled.
"I heard that Robert!!!"
"'blah, blah, blah..." Smith sighed heavily, "he always picked on me, the git...anyway, weary travellers, travel to Dollet before you go to Balamb garden. There you will meet the three phantoms, Hendrix, Cobain and Buckley. They are sure to be of help. Oh, and take this lovecat for company, he'll make you feel really, really happy, no matter how lovelorn you get." Seifer stared at Smith.
"What? Why would I feel lovelorn?"
"Well, Sir Richard Ashcroft of the sect of The Verve, otherwise known as Mr Unhappy said you would know. He also mentioned a girl called Rinoa...he said, 'the drugs don't work kid, I should know', in that Manc accent." Seifer shot a mournful look at his pocket, full of heroine and crack cocaine, and shed a desperate tear, a tune playing in his head as he thought, "I know I'll see your face again, Rinoa."
"Well, weary travellers, I must be going. Peter Pan is on BBC 1 in half an hour and I want to video it again. So long!" And with a flick of his cloak, he was gone.
"Who the heck was that fool, Seifer? Is it just me who thinks it's just a bit strange that some dude who looks like he's dead and has a serious Disney obsession comes up, and tells us a load of dumb-ass shit about travellin' to Balamb garden? Man, I need so milk, y'know?" Seifer stared at Raijin strangely.
"What, are you Mr T now?"
"What'ya talkin' 'bout Willis?"
"My name isn't Willis, idiot! So now you're Gary Coleman?"
"Ah, jeez, I just don't know anymore..."
"Yeah, just no more of the Gary Coleman stuff, Mr T's bad enough. I swear, any more, and I'll slash you up big time! Blood....he-he-he..."
"Okay, okay, just don't get all blood-lusty on me now!" Meanwhile, the strange spectre from the previous chapter (keep up) sits in his lair, laughing.
"AHAHAHAHA!!! It's all slotting together nicely..."
"Quiet fool..."
"Y-yes, master Reznor..."
"They will march to their doom and the world shall be my chew toy..."
"Interesting analogy master..."
"Did I say you could speak? Anyway, as long as they find the other box...as they, inevitably will...and then hand both to 'Squall', I can get out of ere and...destroy the magical Muse!!! Evil laugh, slave?"
"Oh yes, very good. MWAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"MWAHAHAHAHA!!!" This carried on for considerable time, as Seifer and his collective 'marched on' towards Balamb.
WHO IS THIS REZNOR AND WHAT IS HIS EVIL PLAN? WHAT IS THIS MAGIAL MUSE? WILL GARY COLEMAN TAKE LEGAL ACTION AGAINST RAIJIN? FIND OUT NEXT TIME!
A STORY ABOUT STRANGE THINGS (POSSIBLY FEATURING RANDOM GUEST STARS): PART TWO!-THE MYSTERIOUS SMITH KNIGHT AND HIS OBSESSION WITH DISNEY AND QUEENS PARK RANGERS! (FEATURING ANOTHER SMITH KNIGHT!)
Seifer and his weary, confused friends ambled on across the Galbadian plains, until they reached a waterfall, which majestically poured out of a cavern in a cliff-side. As they got closer, they realised that not only they had been travelling in completely the wrong direction, but there was some wonderful, beautiful music playing. Fujin sighed happily, and shook her head in disbelief.
"COULD IT BE? T-THE KNIGHT...of the cure?!" A quixotically dressed Goth in a Disney-esque knight costume leapt down, almost in slow motion, bringing a cool wave of air, which cooled the party's aching feet. He appeared resplendent backdropped by the incredible white-yellow sunlight in the cloud-smothered blue sky, pre-sunset and pearly.
"Yes, m'lady, it is I, Sir Robert of Smith! Marvel in my colours of blue and white, the colours of the Queen of the Park Rangers! An also marvel at my magical, Disney inspired appearance!" The trio, were of course taken aback, and Seifer fell to his knees. "Oh Smith knight, please play your Plainsong for us world weary travellers!"
"Certainly!" But before the Smith knight could begin his wonderful music, another, altogether more shadowy figure leapt out of the shadows.
"Oi Smith, you moron, I am the only Smith knight!"
"Aha, Sir Stephen of Morrissey! Yes, you were indeed once a Smith knight! But your jolly band of Smithsonians disbanded many a year ago! Therefore, I am the one and only Smith knight. And I'm much lovelier anyway."
"Pff...weary travellers, ignore this charming man's charming goth charms."
"Shut up, you horrible cynic! You don't even like Disney!"
"Shocking."
"See, isn't he horrible! Only horrible people sound as deadpan as that!"
"Robert, Robert, Robert...it seems your Cure clan have deserted you...'
"No, they have not! You started the rumour about them disintegrating! We met up by the Bloodflowers of Esthar plains just last year!"
"That's not what Black Francis and his magical Pixies told me..."
"Oh, he's just a fat surfer and you know it!"
"Oh, forget it. Just call yourself a Cure knight instead of a Smith knight from now on. Good day, I'm off for the next seven years."
"Heavens knows I'm miserable now..." As the cynical Stephen of Morrissey strode off, he yelled.
"I heard that Robert!!!"
"'blah, blah, blah..." Smith sighed heavily, "he always picked on me, the git...anyway, weary travellers, travel to Dollet before you go to Balamb garden. There you will meet the three phantoms, Hendrix, Cobain and Buckley. They are sure to be of help. Oh, and take this lovecat for company, he'll make you feel really, really happy, no matter how lovelorn you get." Seifer stared at Smith.
"What? Why would I feel lovelorn?"
"Well, Sir Richard Ashcroft of the sect of The Verve, otherwise known as Mr Unhappy said you would know. He also mentioned a girl called Rinoa...he said, 'the drugs don't work kid, I should know', in that Manc accent." Seifer shot a mournful look at his pocket, full of heroine and crack cocaine, and shed a desperate tear, a tune playing in his head as he thought, "I know I'll see your face again, Rinoa."
"Well, weary travellers, I must be going. Peter Pan is on BBC 1 in half an hour and I want to video it again. So long!" And with a flick of his cloak, he was gone.
"Who the heck was that fool, Seifer? Is it just me who thinks it's just a bit strange that some dude who looks like he's dead and has a serious Disney obsession comes up, and tells us a load of dumb-ass shit about travellin' to Balamb garden? Man, I need so milk, y'know?" Seifer stared at Raijin strangely.
"What, are you Mr T now?"
"What'ya talkin' 'bout Willis?"
"My name isn't Willis, idiot! So now you're Gary Coleman?"
"Ah, jeez, I just don't know anymore..."
"Yeah, just no more of the Gary Coleman stuff, Mr T's bad enough. I swear, any more, and I'll slash you up big time! Blood....he-he-he..."
"Okay, okay, just don't get all blood-lusty on me now!" Meanwhile, the strange spectre from the previous chapter (keep up) sits in his lair, laughing.
"AHAHAHAHA!!! It's all slotting together nicely..."
"Quiet fool..."
"Y-yes, master Reznor..."
"They will march to their doom and the world shall be my chew toy..."
"Interesting analogy master..."
"Did I say you could speak? Anyway, as long as they find the other box...as they, inevitably will...and then hand both to 'Squall', I can get out of ere and...destroy the magical Muse!!! Evil laugh, slave?"
"Oh yes, very good. MWAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"MWAHAHAHAHA!!!" This carried on for considerable time, as Seifer and his collective 'marched on' towards Balamb.
WHO IS THIS REZNOR AND WHAT IS HIS EVIL PLAN? WHAT IS THIS MAGIAL MUSE? WILL GARY COLEMAN TAKE LEGAL ACTION AGAINST RAIJIN? FIND OUT NEXT TIME!