By: Darkknight
Disclaimer: You know how much money I'd make if I owned Final Fantasy? I wouldn't be making this fic, that's for sure. I'd probably sell this fic and get more money, just because I want to be filthy rich... So anyways, yeah I don't own Final Fantasy, but I do own this story and all of its characters, or at least so far.
After a bit of dialogue with his new found friend, our hero was lead by Fals to an abandoned sewer system. It had been used in the late twenty second century, but was then flushed out and never used again. Fals was a member of the Global Intel Service, an underground non-government affiliated organization which picks up intelligence on global affairs then dispatches people to deal with problems. Many countries hated them for what they did, others loved them. In Spain, they were hated above all else. Fals heard that our young hero was in the area, and had hoped that her mission log at the pub would be able to draw him in, and sure enough, it did. They reached a manhole opening, and Fals lifted it to reveal a secret hideout filled with high tech computer monitors and a bunch of people bustling around.
"This is our HQ," Fals said, "We have places like this all over the world, and we want you to join. You see, we've been short on recruits, and then we saw you, how you handled yourself on the field of combat, and we knew that you were perfect for the job."
"That's ok, I don't do the whole commitment thing-"
"We pay seven hundred dollars a month, plus an equal distribution of all bounties and ransom."
"-so like I was saying, I'd like to meet your team."
"I thought you'd say that," Fals replied, smiling, her lips glistening with lip gloss. She led him into a back room, a sparring area, where a group of four people were fighting with various weapons.
"This is Pyth, our thief specialist. His specialty is knives, daggers, and other things that are small, sharp and can go flying with the flick of the wrist."
Pyth was a stout man; about five foot six in height. He wore his dark brown hair in a ponytail slung over his shoulders. His eyes were envy green, but they were very sharp, seeming to take in all the detail of the room at once. He wore a gi, like a ninja's, and moved silently and swiftly. As Fals and our friend watched him spar against another person, you could see his skill with his two daggers. He held them, one upright, and one backhand, as he parried and dodged the mace that was being swung at him. He was very nimble, always on the tips of his toes.
After fighting with the partner, he walked over, smiled at Fals and said, "So, when are you going to take up my offer for dinner?" His voice was slightly tinged with a Spanish accent.
"Not any time soon, Pyth," Fals said with an air of slight disgust, "Anyways, over there is Lyn Lynn." She pointed at Pyth's partner, a petite girl of about twenty seven years of age.
"Lyn Lynn?"
"Yup," replied Fals, Lyn Lynn, Lynn is her middle name."
Lyn was a rather small girl, standing at about five foot seven. She wore a light blue tank-top with a pleated pair of jean skirts. Her wrists had dark blue sweat bands, and on her upper arm were two yellow ribbons tied into a bow. She had yellow eyes, like that of a cat's, and light blonde hair to match the eyes that flowed to the shoulder, with a hair band to put the middle into a pony tail. Her weapon of choice, oddly enough, was a flail, which she used with great mastery. She had the strength equal to many men, being able to wield the flail with ease.
The little girl walked over and stood in front of the newest member of the team, and said, "Would you like to spar with me?"
"Why surely I'd be no match for you."
"Don't let her appearance fool you," said Fals.
The two of them stepped up onto the floor of the sparring room, and our hero pulled his rapier from its scabbard, while Lyn hoisted her flail over her shoulders. He took a ready position asd said "On guard." Lyn charged our friend, twirling the flail over her head. He stepped nimble aside, turned around and was about to hit with the flat of his blade, when the ball hit him the chest. Lyn had apparently turned just as she passed him, and struck him when he was not ready for her.
"Don't think you can't hit me because I'm a girl, take your best shot." The two then went at each other, the young man wielding his rapier with fine precision, slash after slash, as he tried desperately to avoid Lyn's flails, a sure sign of doom if they hit. She then become more agitated, coming at him harder and harder till he was sure they'd hit. He sidestepped the attack only to find she was waiting, gaining momentum, and before he could regain his balance, she started her swing. He immediately closed his eyes, bracing for impact.
AN: Right so that's it for that chap. In case you were wondering, these characters were modeled after friends of mine. Fals is modeled after my good friend Ella "Yunbai" Shen, Pyth after my friend Sam, who so willingly allowed me to portray her as a male, and Lyn Lynn, who's counterpart's name is Christina. I hope to be able to keep an accurate representation of what they would do in each situation. I might add more friends to this groups, but this is it for starters.
