By: Darkknight
I don't own final fantasy, but I do own this ficand it's characters, blah blah blah....
"So, what's his name?" asked Jils.
"Her name's Iven. She's an old college friend," replied Fals. She walked up and rang the doorbell. They stood there, and heard someone shuffle around inside. Finally, the door creaked open, and in the doorway was a woman of about twenty-five years of age.
"Please come in," said Iven, very courteously. The two visitors stepped inside the house. It was a nice Victorian, a strange sight in the streets of Germany. She had brown hair, and wore a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and a dress shirt with the front open. She had blue eyes, and wore her hair in a pony-tail. She also wore a rather large belt, hung outside of the loops, and lopsided, having it ride only on her hips.
"Hi Fals, it's been a long time, " Iven said.
"That's right, and it's nice seeing you again, but, if you will excuse my rudeness, we are in a hurry. What is the news that you speak of?" asked Fals.
"Well, I'm sure you've found out that the dictatorship has decided to wage war against his enemies. But I'm sure you don't know this. He has a new weapon."
"We know about that," replied Jils.
"But you don't know what it does, do you? It brainwashes monsters to follow their master's orders. He's already sent out ten platoons of these monster warriors, and five of them are headed by his new generals."
"And these generals," said Jils, "Are monsters as well?"
"The worst," replied Iven.
"Then we had better go," replied Fals.
"No, don't go yet. I would like to join up. I may not look like the fighting type, but my knowledge will be able to help you out a lot," said Iven. As she said this, she drew out a glaive from behind her seat and planted the butt end on the floor.
"Fine, but may I use your phone. I need to call headquarters."
"It's no use. The dictator has cut off all communication outside of Germany. You will need to get outside of the German border in order to contact anyone."
"Oh man, it took us a day and a half just to get here from the border, how are we going to get to the border and back before the day after?" asked Fals, "We were supposed to meet up with some friends then."
"Don't worry," said Jils, who'd been silent through the whole breakdown of Fals, "I have a friend here who's really fast, he can get there and back before sunset tomorrow if he really tried, but he's lazy. He'll want a good reason, and he'll probably want in on the action."
"That's fine," replied Fals, "We'll need all the help we can get in the end."
"Alright," Jils said, picking up the phone. He dialed the number, then listened as the phone rang. He let it ring five times, knowing that his friend was probably pondering whether or not to get up from his couch to answer the phone. Just as the sixth ring started, Jils began to put down the phone, when a voice came through, as lethargic as ever.
"Hello?" asked the man in a deep baritone voice.
"Hey, it's Jils. We need some help." The man on the other end listened as he told him everything.
Finally, with a large sigh, he replied, "Ok, if I must, I mean I do owe you, and this sounds like a lot of fun. I'll meet you at the rendezvous site the day after tomorrow, with confirmation-"
Suddenly, the line went dead. Jils looked at the receiver for a while, and Iven asked, "What's the matter?"
"Um, the line went dead, "Jils said.
"Oh no, they must've found out," said Iven in terror, holding up her glaive.
