I still haven't figured out how to get a Blitzball water bubble, to work...
I've been busy writing this... And how are the players going to exit the
bubble if their oxygen tank runs out, or something happens? ... We'll leave a
6-foot space of air at the top... anyway; lets get to it already, while I
think of ways to get our own city and BB stadium!
Blitzoff!
(This feels like Déjà vu for some reason... oh well)
Verona had finally awoken from her exhaustion-slumber. She felt okay. She turned in her bed and looked over at the nightstand to see if someone had left a glass of water there. Unfortunately for her, there wasn't... but there was SOMETHING. It was an ornate glass jar, green, and blue, with gold designs painted onto it. She wondered what it could be. She hoped it was some kind of pitcher, or maybe it had cookies in it. (Cracks up who would leave a jar of cookies on a nightstand? Hell, if I woke up to an ornate jar of cookies, not only would I die laughing, remembering this fic, but I would SO lose my appetite after remembering this...)
Whatever was in it, it was very intriguing. She wondered if it was an illusion, and it really was a small glass of water. She got up and walked over to it. She felt it, and it was real. She looked for a spout. No such luck. Out of thirst, and curiosity, she picked up the small lid by the tiny curled gold handle on the top.
It was not cookies, or anything to drink. It was a grayish powder. Disappointed she put the lid back on, and sat down. For a second she sorta wondered what the hell that powder was. Then, as random, and as quick as a bolt of lighting, she jumped straight up.
"NO WAY!" Verona yelled. (IT'S KOOL-AID MIX!!!!! ... But she has no water...) She walked carefully towards it. She gently picked up the lid, and tilted the jar. The powder sifted on the top. She backed up from it like it was a bomb. "... His.... Ashes?" Verona backed up until she hit the railing. It startled her, but only a bit.
(Scenario one: Seymour's ashes? These aren't cookies! throws the jar across the room and shatters it Scenario two: Oh well pours the ashes into mouth Scenario three: goes to look again DEAD GUY KOOL-AID! BARKEEP, A PITCHER OF WATER PLEASE! Last Scenario: Spontaneously resurrects Seymour spontaneously has sex with him Rikku, Paine, and Yuna go up to check on Verona to see her cuddled up next to Seymour. He opens one eye and looks at Yuna and she passes out cold, right in front of the stairs and falls backwards, down all of them Paine: You're the one who insisted on them getting together, Yuna. Rikku: HEY I WANT IN! Paine looks very, very scared, then shrugs Seymour: Hey man, that's not up to me, it's up to her. Points to Verona Yuna dies XX DIES LAUGHING If none of that is not hilarious.... You don't have a speck of a sense of humor in you...)
Verona heard someone walking up the stairs.
"Hey, Careful, we worked hard to get those." Paine cautioned.
"Yeah, straight from Tromell at Macalania woods! They're really his ashes." Rikku stated, running right up next to Paine.
"It's our thanks, Verona. Are you feeling okay? You've been asleep for a week now, you know?" Yuna asked. She walked right up next to Verona.
"I... I was feeling okay. Now I just feel so grateful. Thank you so much." Verona thanked, hugging Yuna.
She jogged over to Rikku and they went and hugged each other. "You're SOOO welcome! I hope you're happy with him!"
Verona extended a hand to Paine. "Thank you, Verona." Paine said. You just don't hug Paine. Verona shook her hand very hard.
"No, no, thank you, thank all of you Gullwings! Thank you for giving me a chance. For understanding my pain and doing something about it, and for that, I am in your debt, all of you. Is there anything I could possibly do?" Verona asked happily.
"You've done quite enough young lady! Where is Brother's hug?! He is leader, he deserves to take part in the hugging!" Brother exclaimed from the lower level. Verona ran down the stairs and flew into Brother's arms.
"Thank you soooo much!" Verona hugged Brother. Brother nodded and patted Verona's head.
"Where's Buddy and Shinra?" Yuna inquired, as the trio walked down the steps.
"Right here!" Buddy and Shinra called out, walking into the Cabin.
"I guessh we have a full houssh yesh?" Barkeep said. Verona hugged Buddy and Shinra and they all sat down, around the bar.
"Verona! Would you like to be a Gullwing?" Brother asked.
"I... I wish I could but, I have some plans..." Verona sipped some water.
"It is... okay. But from this moment forth, you are an honorary member of the Gullwings." Brother dubbed.
"Okay." Verona chuckled.
"Well since you're a Gullwing, and since we got those ashes for you, you gotta show us your entire left arm." Paine insisted.
"Yeah! We were gonna look at it while you were sleeping but Yunie wouldn't let us!" Rikku whined.
"Um..." Verona thought. "I guess... but I don't want you to treat me any differently."
"It can't be that bad." Shinra commented.
"To me... it is." Verona got up, and backed up so everyone could see. She slowly rolled up her sleeve. When she was finished, she held it up.
Paine looked surprised. Yuna looked sad. Rikku looked scared. Buddy looked like 'Huh, wow.' And Brother jumped up and screamed.
"Who would do such a thing?! Didn't that hurt?!" Brother freaked out.
"A Yevon Monk did this. No... It did not hurt... the pain in my heart, overwhelmed it, completely. He went to kill me but Misu took my blow, and then he proceeded to do that to my arm." Verona explained. She straightened out her sleeve. She walked back up to the bar.
"Thank you... for everything you've done for me. I could not thank you enough. And I'm sorry that you went though this, but I am also utmost grateful. To think that you would just up and drop the things you are doing to help another face in the crowd. That is the greatest thing a stranger could do for another. Thank you, very, very, very much..." Verona thanked.
Everyone clapped. "No problem. Anytime you need us, just call us over!" They all said in unison. Shinra handed Verona a CommSphere.
Verona was back on Kilika, her mission fulfilled. And yet, she felt sad.
"I'm sorry, Gullwings. But you must understand. I still despise the rest of the human race. I hate the very ground you trot on. Your kindness has let me to sparing you... but I'm afraid I cannot spare anyone else. But it is not my decision in part. It is ultimately up to Lord Seymour, I wish to fulfill his dreams. I wish to resurrect Sin. I wish to kill every last human in Guadosalam, by my own hand, and bring the Guado back. And Lord Seymour and I will control Spira. And I will..." Verona got choked up. Tears started to stream down her eyes, as she recorded her own sphere. "I will make you pay... for everything you've done to me, my family, and... Misu. I will make you all suffer, worse than Sin ever did. I have everything at my disposal." She wept. She shut the sphere off. The sphere she was holding was blood red.
"Now, Lord Seymour, I will give you the gift of life. I will give you permission to walk Spira once more. I will make us immortal, and I'll make your every dream come true, I'll be your loyal servant. Whatever you need, I can give it to you." Verona smiled. She wiped her tears away.
For the next two weeks she made preparations for Seymour's resurrection. It was a long involved process of magical ritual elements, which I won't bore you the details with. But trust me, it was complicated.
The largest room in her house was her bedroom, which was upstairs. (The whole floor served as a bedroom) Hundreds of non-burning candles decorated the entire floor. A sigil that meant "Farplane-Spira" was written in ashes, on the hardwood floor. In the empty ash jar was a mixture of blood and water. (The blood was Verona's.)
She was so excited, but she tried to calm down, as she slowly, and elegantly carried the jar of liquids up the stairs. She tossed the mixture onto the floor, "Out of water and blood, ashes, and soul, bring my object back to this world."
She grabbed her twin dragon staff from her leg. She then danced a dance, very similar to the sending. It was so beautiful, elegant and mysterious. Her dance differed only in the matter that she twirled her staff in the air like a Bo, very gracefully in the air. It looked pretty hard to do... (You know, Bo Jutsu? You know the big long karate sticks that they twirl around like batons? Not nun-chucks, the really long sticks... Whatever...)
Verona suddenly stopped and she held the staff in front of her and she levitated to the ceiling. She then threw the dagger end into the floor. "His name is Seymour. Maester Seymour." Verona answered to an unseen and unheard entity.
"Because I love him, and I want him to have another chance. No, no, no! Don't tell him I said I love him, he'll think I'm nuts. Please, please bring his soul to me. I know you don't think he deserves it, but c'mon. Do an old friend a favor, please? Pretty please, with a cherry on top? Of course I'll treat him good, what kind of question is that?! Oh, you were kidding... How's Misu? Ok, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Yes I do, I want him very badly. I knew it! You were teasing me. Thanks. You are going to help me with my master plan, aren't you? Yes, I know it's a big quota. Yes, Sin, the Aeons, and access to any soul you don't need. Really? You've been working on it! That's great! If I could hug you I would. Yeah, I'll hug Lord Seymour for you. Yes I know. I know. You really want me too?! I'll see what I can do. I don't have a single problem with it. Ok. Ok. I... I'm ready now. Ok." Verona said.
She was not talking to herself. It was someone or something on the farplane. Whatever it was, it sounded like she was talking to a boss of some kind.... And it was her old friend...
Verona floated in the air to directly over the staff, which was in the center of the sigil. She danced and danced in the air over the staff, and the staff lit up and the same white light spread slowly throughout the room. The ashes started swirling about at the base of the staff, leaving a sigil in blood and water, visible in its place. She danced harder and faster, speaking to thin air, "Come my Lord Seymour, this world awaits your arrival once again." She spoke encouraging things like this and the ashes rose and rose into a gentle Cyclone, swirling about Verona.
"It's time. Come to me." Verona stopped moving completely and the white light disappeared and the ashes formed a ball. The ashes and light suddenly exploded throughout the room, igniting all the candles. Verona landed on the floor, the light still blinding, she held her hand open, expecting to catch something. Her staff flew into her hand, and the white radiance dissipated, leaving only the sensual lighting of the candles.
In front of her lay the man of her dreams. Something that only happens in a fairytale wish was her reality. She knew it was real. She had done it enough times. But it still felt like a dream to her. And if it were, she wanted to never awaken, even if it meant sleeping until the end of time. She dropped the staff in awe. A very real, a very live, a very naked, a very sexy, Seymour lie in front of her.
She ran to him, tossing her staff aside. She felt his neck for a sign of life. His eyes sprung open and he gasped for air. Verona smiled happily, for that is the common response to a revival. She wanted to lay right next to him, with her head on his chest, falling asleep in a candlelit room.
"I... I'm alive?" Seymour asked.
Verona blushed. "... Yes... Yes you are. I brought you back." Verona pulled the blanket off her bed and handed it to him. He looked at her puzzled, then looked at his nude body and quickly accepted the blanket.
"So you're Verona then?" Seymour asked. She looked startled.
"Uh... Yes... how do you know-," Verona began.
"The girl called Misu told me, in the farplane..." Seymour replied. Verona looked as red as an apple. She didn't know what exactly Misu talked to him about, so she felt kind of embarrassed.
"So... why? Of all the people in Spira, you chose me? There's no more Sin, I cannot heal Spira. I am useless." Seymour pointed out.
"No... I... you... no, um... Your people, the Guado have been all shunned into hiding, Guadosalam, has been taken over by humans. I want you to help me right the wrongs of humans. I... Want to make them suffer, for all they've done to me... I thought you'd want to be here for the rebirth of Sin, for the destruction of Spira. You and I, we can rule Spira, the way we see fit. From this moment, Lord Seymour, my power is your power. I am your servant. Anything I have is yours. Please accept my devotion..." Verona pleaded.
"I don't want you as my slave. You gave me life, I should be serving you. Together, we will share everything we have. We'll be one." Seymour leaned closer to Verona. "Misu... never told me how pretty you were...You've made my dreams come true, Verona, now let me make yours." Seymour suggested. He put his arms around her and drew her lips to his. After sharing a nice long kiss, Verona got to do something she had always wanted to. She fell asleep, cuddled up right next to him, her fingers laced with his. She never wanted that moment to end...
&&&&&&&&&&&One week later&&&&&&&&&&&&
Seymour sat on a couch, and Verona stood in front of him, behind a glass coffee table. (Oh yeh, he got clothes! Verona recreated his old outfit from FFX!!!! YAY! Wait... I hated that outfit... It made him look fat... Oh well, he's still cool.)
"Which do you think we should do first, get the Guado in Macalalania, and then take back Guadosalam, or take Guadosalam, and then bring the Guado?" Verona asked Seymour.
"We can't take my people first, they'll be expecting us to take Guadosalam definitely. We take back the city, and then bring them. But we have to ensure a safe passage for them. People will try to kill every last one, so we have to take them ourselves. It will be the capital of New Spira." Seymour verified.
"All right no problem. I wish we had an airship, then it'd be so much easier. We could take the Gullwings' ship, but I promised them in a sphere I recorded for them, that I'd spare them. After all, they did give me your ashes." Verona sighed, folding her arms.
"Who are the Gullwings?" Seymour asked.
Verona paused. "Sphere hunters."
"Do I know any of them?" Seymour asked. Verona turned away, ignoring him looking out the window into her garden. "Verona?" He asked. "Verona?!" He stood up, and walked over to her. He placed his hand on her shoulder. "Why are you ignoring me?" He asked.
"Yuna." Verona snapped.
"I see. So what, people've betrayed you, no? Throw your sympathy aside, and kill every last one of them. We'll have their ship, and you'll having the satisfaction of killing my ex-wife. It's a new life, she isn't my wife anymore. 'Till death do us part.' Just kill all the bastards, I don't see the problem." Seymour insisted.
"I won't kill Yuna. She's responsible for every move I make. Spira will blame her, and that'll be just enough diversion time to make my army complete, then... you kill her. I made a promise and I intend to keep it." Verona stated firmly.
Seymour put his arms around her neck. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back on his chest. She turned around in his arms. "Let's go. I won't have human's living in Guadosalam for another moment." Verona said. Bringing her arms around his waist.
"Oh, I don't think another moment would hurt anyone." Seymour whispered.
(Ha! You thought they were gonna make-out huh? NOPE! Grins evilly They WEREN'T gonna kiss but they WERE gonna do something else, BUT...) Out of nowhere Shiva (the Coeurl) tackled Seymour onto the floor.
"SHIVA!" Verona screamed. She grabbed the fiend by its neck, and pulled it off of Seymour. She paced around and helped him to his feet. "I'm sorry, are you all right?" She asked. He nodded and she sat on the couch, glaring at Shiva. Shiva had acted normal around him, until now.
She was snarling and growling at him. Verona scolded it and it sulked away. Seymour sat next to Verona and leaned on her. He felt up her left arm, under her sleeve. Seymour paused. He took his hands out. Verona pulled her arm towards her. He stared at her. He grabbed her arm forcefully (ABUSE I CALL ABUSE! 1-800-WIFE-BEATER!!! SOMEONE CALL!!!) and pulled her sleeve up. (Now I finally tell you what's there! Yay!)
In big letters, written in scars, her arm read "NO ENTRANCE" (in English, mind you). He let her arm go. "...Verona... who did that to you?" He asked.
"A Yevon Monk. I'll never go to the farplane now. But that's okay. As long as I can have you right here, it's worth not existing at all." Comforted Verona.
Later that night O====o====O====o=====O====o====O====o=====O====o====O
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Verona and Seymour writhed gracefully together in a sea of blankets, on a soft feather bed. (and it sounded like they were having a good time... Lol...) They fell asleep, holding each other closely.
%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%The next morning %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%
Verona sat down next to the man she had just given the last of everything to, on the couch. No longer was she a virgin, and she knew that he was the only man she'd ever give that to.
She held the inactive CommSphere in her hands. She turned it on. "Helloooo? Is anybody there?" She asked into it. After about a minute or so Rikku finally answered.
"Yo! How's it going, Verona?" She asked.
"Wonderful." Verona replied.
"Cool! Hey, did you resurrect Seymour yet, huh?" Rikku inquired. Verona held up the sphere to Seymour. She leaned back on him, looking into the sphere.
"What do you think?" she joked.
"Hi." Yuna greeted.
"Hi." Paine copied.
"Soooooooooo, whatcha been up to, Verona?" Rikku questioned.
"Oh nothing. Um, hey, we're moving to Guadosalam... come there when you see it on the news. Heh, trust me, it'll be on. So what are you doing?" Verona replied in a question.
"Normal sphere huntin' stuff... hey! Just between you and me, did ya try makin' any little Seymour's?" Rikku implied. Seymour coughed.
Everyone in the cabin scolded her, "RIKKU!" They shouted appalled.
Paine went up to the screen. "DON'T ANSWER THAT! I DON'T NEED THOSE MENTAL IMAGES!" She ordered.
"I, uh, wasn't planning it. Well see you at Guadosalam, later. I have a sphere that you might find interesting..." Verona said, turning it off.
!#%#!$%#$)%#%#!%$#!End of chapter 3%!%!#!$#$#$!!!$#!%%%)#$
I am too tired to type a little endnote. So this is it: Read the rest, leave a review and let's get our city built. Thanks!
Blitzoff!
(This feels like Déjà vu for some reason... oh well)
Verona had finally awoken from her exhaustion-slumber. She felt okay. She turned in her bed and looked over at the nightstand to see if someone had left a glass of water there. Unfortunately for her, there wasn't... but there was SOMETHING. It was an ornate glass jar, green, and blue, with gold designs painted onto it. She wondered what it could be. She hoped it was some kind of pitcher, or maybe it had cookies in it. (Cracks up who would leave a jar of cookies on a nightstand? Hell, if I woke up to an ornate jar of cookies, not only would I die laughing, remembering this fic, but I would SO lose my appetite after remembering this...)
Whatever was in it, it was very intriguing. She wondered if it was an illusion, and it really was a small glass of water. She got up and walked over to it. She felt it, and it was real. She looked for a spout. No such luck. Out of thirst, and curiosity, she picked up the small lid by the tiny curled gold handle on the top.
It was not cookies, or anything to drink. It was a grayish powder. Disappointed she put the lid back on, and sat down. For a second she sorta wondered what the hell that powder was. Then, as random, and as quick as a bolt of lighting, she jumped straight up.
"NO WAY!" Verona yelled. (IT'S KOOL-AID MIX!!!!! ... But she has no water...) She walked carefully towards it. She gently picked up the lid, and tilted the jar. The powder sifted on the top. She backed up from it like it was a bomb. "... His.... Ashes?" Verona backed up until she hit the railing. It startled her, but only a bit.
(Scenario one: Seymour's ashes? These aren't cookies! throws the jar across the room and shatters it Scenario two: Oh well pours the ashes into mouth Scenario three: goes to look again DEAD GUY KOOL-AID! BARKEEP, A PITCHER OF WATER PLEASE! Last Scenario: Spontaneously resurrects Seymour spontaneously has sex with him Rikku, Paine, and Yuna go up to check on Verona to see her cuddled up next to Seymour. He opens one eye and looks at Yuna and she passes out cold, right in front of the stairs and falls backwards, down all of them Paine: You're the one who insisted on them getting together, Yuna. Rikku: HEY I WANT IN! Paine looks very, very scared, then shrugs Seymour: Hey man, that's not up to me, it's up to her. Points to Verona Yuna dies XX DIES LAUGHING If none of that is not hilarious.... You don't have a speck of a sense of humor in you...)
Verona heard someone walking up the stairs.
"Hey, Careful, we worked hard to get those." Paine cautioned.
"Yeah, straight from Tromell at Macalania woods! They're really his ashes." Rikku stated, running right up next to Paine.
"It's our thanks, Verona. Are you feeling okay? You've been asleep for a week now, you know?" Yuna asked. She walked right up next to Verona.
"I... I was feeling okay. Now I just feel so grateful. Thank you so much." Verona thanked, hugging Yuna.
She jogged over to Rikku and they went and hugged each other. "You're SOOO welcome! I hope you're happy with him!"
Verona extended a hand to Paine. "Thank you, Verona." Paine said. You just don't hug Paine. Verona shook her hand very hard.
"No, no, thank you, thank all of you Gullwings! Thank you for giving me a chance. For understanding my pain and doing something about it, and for that, I am in your debt, all of you. Is there anything I could possibly do?" Verona asked happily.
"You've done quite enough young lady! Where is Brother's hug?! He is leader, he deserves to take part in the hugging!" Brother exclaimed from the lower level. Verona ran down the stairs and flew into Brother's arms.
"Thank you soooo much!" Verona hugged Brother. Brother nodded and patted Verona's head.
"Where's Buddy and Shinra?" Yuna inquired, as the trio walked down the steps.
"Right here!" Buddy and Shinra called out, walking into the Cabin.
"I guessh we have a full houssh yesh?" Barkeep said. Verona hugged Buddy and Shinra and they all sat down, around the bar.
"Verona! Would you like to be a Gullwing?" Brother asked.
"I... I wish I could but, I have some plans..." Verona sipped some water.
"It is... okay. But from this moment forth, you are an honorary member of the Gullwings." Brother dubbed.
"Okay." Verona chuckled.
"Well since you're a Gullwing, and since we got those ashes for you, you gotta show us your entire left arm." Paine insisted.
"Yeah! We were gonna look at it while you were sleeping but Yunie wouldn't let us!" Rikku whined.
"Um..." Verona thought. "I guess... but I don't want you to treat me any differently."
"It can't be that bad." Shinra commented.
"To me... it is." Verona got up, and backed up so everyone could see. She slowly rolled up her sleeve. When she was finished, she held it up.
Paine looked surprised. Yuna looked sad. Rikku looked scared. Buddy looked like 'Huh, wow.' And Brother jumped up and screamed.
"Who would do such a thing?! Didn't that hurt?!" Brother freaked out.
"A Yevon Monk did this. No... It did not hurt... the pain in my heart, overwhelmed it, completely. He went to kill me but Misu took my blow, and then he proceeded to do that to my arm." Verona explained. She straightened out her sleeve. She walked back up to the bar.
"Thank you... for everything you've done for me. I could not thank you enough. And I'm sorry that you went though this, but I am also utmost grateful. To think that you would just up and drop the things you are doing to help another face in the crowd. That is the greatest thing a stranger could do for another. Thank you, very, very, very much..." Verona thanked.
Everyone clapped. "No problem. Anytime you need us, just call us over!" They all said in unison. Shinra handed Verona a CommSphere.
Verona was back on Kilika, her mission fulfilled. And yet, she felt sad.
"I'm sorry, Gullwings. But you must understand. I still despise the rest of the human race. I hate the very ground you trot on. Your kindness has let me to sparing you... but I'm afraid I cannot spare anyone else. But it is not my decision in part. It is ultimately up to Lord Seymour, I wish to fulfill his dreams. I wish to resurrect Sin. I wish to kill every last human in Guadosalam, by my own hand, and bring the Guado back. And Lord Seymour and I will control Spira. And I will..." Verona got choked up. Tears started to stream down her eyes, as she recorded her own sphere. "I will make you pay... for everything you've done to me, my family, and... Misu. I will make you all suffer, worse than Sin ever did. I have everything at my disposal." She wept. She shut the sphere off. The sphere she was holding was blood red.
"Now, Lord Seymour, I will give you the gift of life. I will give you permission to walk Spira once more. I will make us immortal, and I'll make your every dream come true, I'll be your loyal servant. Whatever you need, I can give it to you." Verona smiled. She wiped her tears away.
For the next two weeks she made preparations for Seymour's resurrection. It was a long involved process of magical ritual elements, which I won't bore you the details with. But trust me, it was complicated.
The largest room in her house was her bedroom, which was upstairs. (The whole floor served as a bedroom) Hundreds of non-burning candles decorated the entire floor. A sigil that meant "Farplane-Spira" was written in ashes, on the hardwood floor. In the empty ash jar was a mixture of blood and water. (The blood was Verona's.)
She was so excited, but she tried to calm down, as she slowly, and elegantly carried the jar of liquids up the stairs. She tossed the mixture onto the floor, "Out of water and blood, ashes, and soul, bring my object back to this world."
She grabbed her twin dragon staff from her leg. She then danced a dance, very similar to the sending. It was so beautiful, elegant and mysterious. Her dance differed only in the matter that she twirled her staff in the air like a Bo, very gracefully in the air. It looked pretty hard to do... (You know, Bo Jutsu? You know the big long karate sticks that they twirl around like batons? Not nun-chucks, the really long sticks... Whatever...)
Verona suddenly stopped and she held the staff in front of her and she levitated to the ceiling. She then threw the dagger end into the floor. "His name is Seymour. Maester Seymour." Verona answered to an unseen and unheard entity.
"Because I love him, and I want him to have another chance. No, no, no! Don't tell him I said I love him, he'll think I'm nuts. Please, please bring his soul to me. I know you don't think he deserves it, but c'mon. Do an old friend a favor, please? Pretty please, with a cherry on top? Of course I'll treat him good, what kind of question is that?! Oh, you were kidding... How's Misu? Ok, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Yes I do, I want him very badly. I knew it! You were teasing me. Thanks. You are going to help me with my master plan, aren't you? Yes, I know it's a big quota. Yes, Sin, the Aeons, and access to any soul you don't need. Really? You've been working on it! That's great! If I could hug you I would. Yeah, I'll hug Lord Seymour for you. Yes I know. I know. You really want me too?! I'll see what I can do. I don't have a single problem with it. Ok. Ok. I... I'm ready now. Ok." Verona said.
She was not talking to herself. It was someone or something on the farplane. Whatever it was, it sounded like she was talking to a boss of some kind.... And it was her old friend...
Verona floated in the air to directly over the staff, which was in the center of the sigil. She danced and danced in the air over the staff, and the staff lit up and the same white light spread slowly throughout the room. The ashes started swirling about at the base of the staff, leaving a sigil in blood and water, visible in its place. She danced harder and faster, speaking to thin air, "Come my Lord Seymour, this world awaits your arrival once again." She spoke encouraging things like this and the ashes rose and rose into a gentle Cyclone, swirling about Verona.
"It's time. Come to me." Verona stopped moving completely and the white light disappeared and the ashes formed a ball. The ashes and light suddenly exploded throughout the room, igniting all the candles. Verona landed on the floor, the light still blinding, she held her hand open, expecting to catch something. Her staff flew into her hand, and the white radiance dissipated, leaving only the sensual lighting of the candles.
In front of her lay the man of her dreams. Something that only happens in a fairytale wish was her reality. She knew it was real. She had done it enough times. But it still felt like a dream to her. And if it were, she wanted to never awaken, even if it meant sleeping until the end of time. She dropped the staff in awe. A very real, a very live, a very naked, a very sexy, Seymour lie in front of her.
She ran to him, tossing her staff aside. She felt his neck for a sign of life. His eyes sprung open and he gasped for air. Verona smiled happily, for that is the common response to a revival. She wanted to lay right next to him, with her head on his chest, falling asleep in a candlelit room.
"I... I'm alive?" Seymour asked.
Verona blushed. "... Yes... Yes you are. I brought you back." Verona pulled the blanket off her bed and handed it to him. He looked at her puzzled, then looked at his nude body and quickly accepted the blanket.
"So you're Verona then?" Seymour asked. She looked startled.
"Uh... Yes... how do you know-," Verona began.
"The girl called Misu told me, in the farplane..." Seymour replied. Verona looked as red as an apple. She didn't know what exactly Misu talked to him about, so she felt kind of embarrassed.
"So... why? Of all the people in Spira, you chose me? There's no more Sin, I cannot heal Spira. I am useless." Seymour pointed out.
"No... I... you... no, um... Your people, the Guado have been all shunned into hiding, Guadosalam, has been taken over by humans. I want you to help me right the wrongs of humans. I... Want to make them suffer, for all they've done to me... I thought you'd want to be here for the rebirth of Sin, for the destruction of Spira. You and I, we can rule Spira, the way we see fit. From this moment, Lord Seymour, my power is your power. I am your servant. Anything I have is yours. Please accept my devotion..." Verona pleaded.
"I don't want you as my slave. You gave me life, I should be serving you. Together, we will share everything we have. We'll be one." Seymour leaned closer to Verona. "Misu... never told me how pretty you were...You've made my dreams come true, Verona, now let me make yours." Seymour suggested. He put his arms around her and drew her lips to his. After sharing a nice long kiss, Verona got to do something she had always wanted to. She fell asleep, cuddled up right next to him, her fingers laced with his. She never wanted that moment to end...
&&&&&&&&&&&One week later&&&&&&&&&&&&
Seymour sat on a couch, and Verona stood in front of him, behind a glass coffee table. (Oh yeh, he got clothes! Verona recreated his old outfit from FFX!!!! YAY! Wait... I hated that outfit... It made him look fat... Oh well, he's still cool.)
"Which do you think we should do first, get the Guado in Macalalania, and then take back Guadosalam, or take Guadosalam, and then bring the Guado?" Verona asked Seymour.
"We can't take my people first, they'll be expecting us to take Guadosalam definitely. We take back the city, and then bring them. But we have to ensure a safe passage for them. People will try to kill every last one, so we have to take them ourselves. It will be the capital of New Spira." Seymour verified.
"All right no problem. I wish we had an airship, then it'd be so much easier. We could take the Gullwings' ship, but I promised them in a sphere I recorded for them, that I'd spare them. After all, they did give me your ashes." Verona sighed, folding her arms.
"Who are the Gullwings?" Seymour asked.
Verona paused. "Sphere hunters."
"Do I know any of them?" Seymour asked. Verona turned away, ignoring him looking out the window into her garden. "Verona?" He asked. "Verona?!" He stood up, and walked over to her. He placed his hand on her shoulder. "Why are you ignoring me?" He asked.
"Yuna." Verona snapped.
"I see. So what, people've betrayed you, no? Throw your sympathy aside, and kill every last one of them. We'll have their ship, and you'll having the satisfaction of killing my ex-wife. It's a new life, she isn't my wife anymore. 'Till death do us part.' Just kill all the bastards, I don't see the problem." Seymour insisted.
"I won't kill Yuna. She's responsible for every move I make. Spira will blame her, and that'll be just enough diversion time to make my army complete, then... you kill her. I made a promise and I intend to keep it." Verona stated firmly.
Seymour put his arms around her neck. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back on his chest. She turned around in his arms. "Let's go. I won't have human's living in Guadosalam for another moment." Verona said. Bringing her arms around his waist.
"Oh, I don't think another moment would hurt anyone." Seymour whispered.
(Ha! You thought they were gonna make-out huh? NOPE! Grins evilly They WEREN'T gonna kiss but they WERE gonna do something else, BUT...) Out of nowhere Shiva (the Coeurl) tackled Seymour onto the floor.
"SHIVA!" Verona screamed. She grabbed the fiend by its neck, and pulled it off of Seymour. She paced around and helped him to his feet. "I'm sorry, are you all right?" She asked. He nodded and she sat on the couch, glaring at Shiva. Shiva had acted normal around him, until now.
She was snarling and growling at him. Verona scolded it and it sulked away. Seymour sat next to Verona and leaned on her. He felt up her left arm, under her sleeve. Seymour paused. He took his hands out. Verona pulled her arm towards her. He stared at her. He grabbed her arm forcefully (ABUSE I CALL ABUSE! 1-800-WIFE-BEATER!!! SOMEONE CALL!!!) and pulled her sleeve up. (Now I finally tell you what's there! Yay!)
In big letters, written in scars, her arm read "NO ENTRANCE" (in English, mind you). He let her arm go. "...Verona... who did that to you?" He asked.
"A Yevon Monk. I'll never go to the farplane now. But that's okay. As long as I can have you right here, it's worth not existing at all." Comforted Verona.
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Verona and Seymour writhed gracefully together in a sea of blankets, on a soft feather bed. (and it sounded like they were having a good time... Lol...) They fell asleep, holding each other closely.
%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%The next morning %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%
Verona sat down next to the man she had just given the last of everything to, on the couch. No longer was she a virgin, and she knew that he was the only man she'd ever give that to.
She held the inactive CommSphere in her hands. She turned it on. "Helloooo? Is anybody there?" She asked into it. After about a minute or so Rikku finally answered.
"Yo! How's it going, Verona?" She asked.
"Wonderful." Verona replied.
"Cool! Hey, did you resurrect Seymour yet, huh?" Rikku inquired. Verona held up the sphere to Seymour. She leaned back on him, looking into the sphere.
"What do you think?" she joked.
"Hi." Yuna greeted.
"Hi." Paine copied.
"Soooooooooo, whatcha been up to, Verona?" Rikku questioned.
"Oh nothing. Um, hey, we're moving to Guadosalam... come there when you see it on the news. Heh, trust me, it'll be on. So what are you doing?" Verona replied in a question.
"Normal sphere huntin' stuff... hey! Just between you and me, did ya try makin' any little Seymour's?" Rikku implied. Seymour coughed.
Everyone in the cabin scolded her, "RIKKU!" They shouted appalled.
Paine went up to the screen. "DON'T ANSWER THAT! I DON'T NEED THOSE MENTAL IMAGES!" She ordered.
"I, uh, wasn't planning it. Well see you at Guadosalam, later. I have a sphere that you might find interesting..." Verona said, turning it off.
!#%#!$%#$)%#%#!%$#!End of chapter 3%!%!#!$#$#$!!!$#!%%%)#$
I am too tired to type a little endnote. So this is it: Read the rest, leave a review and let's get our city built. Thanks!