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{The ownership of FFTA is something which I have no claim to... I know... I can't believe it neither.}
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Well, its time to increase my horizons and make a Final Fantasy fanfic (FFFF?). But which one? I know!!! The only Final Fantasy game that I've beaten... Tactics Advanced. I've played all but, quite possibly, three Final Fantasy games... and I have yet to beat any but that one. Sad really... meh!! Time for me to do what I do best, and that's bring my own form of story writing to a category and see if it fits.
Turn on your GBA's/SP's and let's play.
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"There was a Boy..."
by chero666
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Jump... Jump... Jump... Jump... Jump... those were the word floating through the minds of a young Viera and two Human girls. The three found two jump ropes and finally were able to do their heart's desire with it. The girls grabbed the ends and their Viera friend started jumping in the middle of them.
It's after school at "Cyril Elementary," and a few local children decide to spend the rest of their time at the playground before their parents came to pick them up. Each one enjoying the pleasures of their simple lives by playing what older boys and girls would look down on as "childish." Hopscotch, dodgeball, tag, or a simple run through the jungle gym... things that we forgotten, but are treasured by the youth that accompany the school.
A lone girl wearing a cap over her head was sitting on top of the jungle gym. A few strands of white hairs try to escape until she pushed them back into her cap. She's waiting for her father to come pick her up. Swinging her legs over the sides of it, she was growing impatient with the man.
Girl: (groans) "Uhhh... where is he?"
Out of shear boredom, the girl bends back and starts to drop to the ground, but catches herself by instinctively hooking her legs over one of the bars. She just sways back and forth, trying her best to keep her cap on her head until she got tired of it and sits back up on top of the jungle gym.
A young boy watches this, and leans over to his Bangaa friend.
Boy: "Hey, who's that?"
Bangaa: "Ssshe'sss new here. I forgot her name..."
Boy: "Huh..."
Bangaa: "Why... 'caussse ssshe's cute?"
The friend nudges the boy in the sides, making sure that he made the boy as uncomfortable as possible... he succeeded.
Boy: "W-what!?! N-n-no! Not that!!"
After collecting himself, he told his friend what he saw the girl do.
Bangaa: "Wow, her parentsss must be athletic or sssomething."
Boy: "Yeah... I'm gonna ask her."
The boy leaves his friend and walks towards the girl.
The girl, now, is walking on the bars with her hands with her feet in the air trying to keep her balance. She was enjoying herself, even when she's alone, she always found out ways to entertain herself, a skill that she picked up form her father, who has yet to show up. She finally sits herself down and stares at the scenery around her. She would've fallen asleep there if it weren't for...
Boy: (coughs)
The girl perks her head up, looks behind her, and sees a boy sitting behind her.
Girl: "... hi!"
She give him a big, toothy smile and gets back to staring at the landscape.
Boy: "Err... what's your name?"
She doesn't turn her back to talk to him, but reponds.
Girl: "Vlaire... your's?"
Boy: "... Charles."
Vlaire: "Hello, Charlie."
Charles: "Err... Charles."
Vlaire: "I know..."
Vlaire lays on her back on the bars and starts to get more relaxed.
Vlaire: "... what brings you here, Charlie?"
Vlaire seems pretty insistant to call the boy "Charlie," so he pushes it off to the side and lets her.
Charlie: "I was watching you... how did you do that?"
Vlaire: "Do what?"
Charlie: "Y'know... walk on your hands... stuff like that..."
Vlaire: "Oh! I dunno... I guess it comes from my parents... they were both in a clan together."
Charlie: "Really!?! Wow... what did they do? What did you father do?"
????: "A little of this; a little of that..."
The two children turn around and found out the they were being watched by a man in a cap, just like the girl's.
????: "But, right now, he gonna pick up his daughter and go home."
Vlaire: "Hi, Daddy! What took you so long?"
Dad: "The usual."
Vlaire: "Ah."
Vlaire gets to her feet, jumps off the side of the jungle gym, and runs to her father after landing on her feet. She is scooped up by her father and placed on his shoulders. He about to walk away, when he felt a jabbing on his ribs.
Vlaire: "Wait! I forgot something!"
The dad put his daughter on the ground and stood there, while the girl ran back into the school.
The man was about 5-foot 11-inches, with grey hair and a small beard growing on the sides of his neck and chin. He stood there like he hadn't had a care in the world, listening to his surroundings... something caught his attention though... it was the girls that were jump-roping off to the side of the black-top. It wasn't the jumping that drew his attention away from nature, but what they were rhyming while they were playing...
Girls: "There was a boy named Marshall Keith.
Wise-ass, smart-ass and a thief.
With hair color; white as pearl.
Stole the heart of a Viera Girl.
Chase, Kennith, and Johnny Drake.
How many laws did he break?
1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10
That was fun, let's do it again.
There was a boy named..."
The father blinked his eyes for a second and smiled. A few memories of his flew through his mind, but they were interrrupted by someone tugging at his pant leg. He looks down and sees the young boy, "Charlie," standing there with his hand on the man's pants.
Dad: "Yes?"
Charlie: "What're smiling about?"
Dad: "That song that those girls are singing..."
Charlie: "You mean the Viera and her friends?"
Dad: "... yes, but do me a favor... don't say 'the Viera' to me again... I bet she has a name."
Charlie: "She does... but I don't know it."
Dad: "Why not? She's not a bad person, is she?"
Charlie: "... no..."
Dad: "Is she in your class?"
Charlie: "Yes."
Dad: "Then you should know her name."
Charlie: "..."
Dad: "Why don't you ask her..."
Charlie: "... now?"
Dad: "Yes, now."
Charlie: "They look a little busy."
The boy apparently looks like he fishing for excuses not to go talk to them.
Dad: "... ok... whatever, but you won't be able to see how great strangers really are, until you meet them."
Charlie: "Yes, sir."
"Dad" looks at the school and sees his daughter running towards him... with her mother's speed... an idea popped into his head and he turned to the girl when she made it to him.
Dad: "Hey, Vlaire. Can you do me something?"
Vlaire:"Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..."
Dad: ("I should've never taught her that.")
Vlaire: "...mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm... ok!!"
Dad: "Good... you see those girls over there?"
Vlaire: "Yeah."
Dad: "I want you to introduce him to them."
The man instantly pulls Charlie in front of him so he wouldn't try to escape, which he is at the moment.
Vlaire: "Sure, no problem. Come on Charlie... let's say Hello!!"
She grabs Charlie by his collar and drags him to the girls.
The father watches while he's being introduced... not doing too badly...
Dad: "Why are they laughing... and why is he on his ass?"
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Dad: "Soooooo... you girls pushed him down?"
Viera: "Yeah..."
Dad: "Why?"
Viera: "Ummm... gimme a second."
All four girls, the Viera, her two friends, and his daughter, all huddled together and started whispering to themselves. On perked her head up to see if anyone was listening. Finally, all of them split apart and faced the man.
Dad: "Well?"
Vlaire: "Uhhh... we don't know." ^^
Dad: "... right... anyways... where's Charlie at?"
Viera: "I think he went to the restroom."
Dad: "Oh... ok... anywho, what was that song that you girls were singing?"
Viera: "Song?"
Dad: "Y'know, the one you were saying when you were jump-ropping."
Viera: "You mean, 'Marshall Keith?'"
Dad:" Yeah, that's it."
Viera: "What about it?"
Dad: "Do you know that he use to be a real person?"
This caught everyone who was listening off guard... and there were a lot of people who heard it. All of a sudden, the man was surrounded by a group of kids, even Charlie, all of them yelling at him to tell them more."
Girl #2: "Really!?!"
Bangaa: "Are you for real!?!"
Nu Mou: "Tell us more!"
Viera: "Please!"
Dad: "... wow... how many people were listening to this conversation?"
Vlaire: "All children listen to what grown-ups are saying, its just by choice that we acknowlege it."
Dad: "So, what does this song hafta do with anything?"
Charlie: "It's just that we've been using it all the time during Recess, and we didn't know that it was based off a real person."
Girl #1: "Was he cute?"
Dad: "... what's your definition of cute?"
Vlaire: "DAD!!!"
Dad: "What?"
Vlaire: "Isn't Mommy going to be mad if we don't get home, pretty soon?"
Dad: "Oh, right... she's at a few missions at the moment. She won't be home for a few days."
Charlie: "Great, you can tell us about Marshall Keith! Come on!!"
With the mass of 8-15 Grade-School children pushing him, they sat him down and formed a moon-shaped circle around him, waiting for him to begin. Vlaire shrugged her shoulders and sat next to Charlie in the ring of kids.
Dad: "Well... where should I start?"
Vlaire: "Try the prison."
Dad: "Good idea... in the part, 'How many laws did he break?' That means that... pretty much, he broke a lot of laws... in fact, he broke so many, he had his own personalized bed."
Bangaa: "Were they anything ssserious?"
Dad: "Well..."
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(Marshall's POV)
Let's see here... 23 yellow cards... 12 red ones... 2 black ones (specially made, just for him)... yep... what a day.
Prison... damn it sucks. I'm surrounded by the same people, day after day, evening after evening, night after-... you got the idea. There's nothing but dark, damp, smelly, and ugly in here... and that's just my current room-mate. Just the thought of that abnormality that tries to call itself a human being send a gallon full of vomit shooting into my lungs.
But enough about that... at this moment, boredom... that's about it... boredom. I am so frickin' bored at the moment, I could gouge out the eyes of my roommate and I would find no sense of pride in it... not that I'd do something like that, but as an example. Really, I'm no criminal... but tell that to every Judge in Ivalice. (Sighs)
Guard: "Marshall!'
Marshall: "Yeah?"
Guard: "You got a new room mate."
Marshall: "Another one? Half of this place is being fill up by that..."
I point to... whatever it is, who's licking at the walls for dew... ewwww...
Guard: "Don't worry, he won't take up any room. Plus, he won't be here for long."
A young moogle walks into the cell... a gunner, heh... timid, too. He doesn't seem like the type to break any laws... it was probably a minor fraction. He'll be out in a few days. Maybe less.
I decide to walk up to him and greet the guy.
Marshall: "Yo, dude. Whatcha in for?"
He seemed to jump when he heard me. He probably though that I wasn't here, because most of his sights were on the "Human Sewage Pipe from Hell." I have that same look on my face everytime I wake up... actually worse, because he hugs in his sleep... UGH!!! Unclean unclean unclean!!
Moogle: "Huh!?!"
He seems to be a little jittery at the moment... I'm not even that intiminating. I'm only 5' 5"... which is nada compared to the rest of the prisoners. Must be the long, white hair, or possibly my horrible stubble. That reminds me... shave when I get out... if...
Marshall: "I said, what are you in for?"
Moogle: "Errr... killing a man."
Marshall: "... lemme guess, got Red Carded after casting a wrong spell."
Moogle: "... yes..."
Marshall: "Thought so, you make a terrible liar."
Moogle: "I've been told that."
Marshall: "So, what's your name?"
Moogle: "It's Donar."
You know, like "Radar." Just a little help for anyone who felt like trying to pronounce it. I'd tell you how to pronounce my name... but after that, I'd need to slap you.
Marshall: "Well, my name's Marshall. I guess I'll show you the ropes here."
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A young Bangaa raised his hand.
Bangaa: "What doesss the Moogle hafta do with the ssstory?"
Dad: "He's important. In fact, he's one of the reasons why Marshall became famous."
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Dinner started up, so all the prisoners are at the Mess Hall eating steak, mash potatoes, and cornbread... which would be fine if they weren't lazy and decided to throw it in a giant blender, mixed in with whatever it is to make this taste like the butt-crack of a wild Tonberry... you're better off not asking... it wasn't one of most "defining moments" of my life.
I sat across Donar while I was giving him some pointers.
Marshall: "... and that's what they make the "Tuesday Surprise" out of."
Donar: (Looking ill) "It was better off staying as a surprise."
Marshall: "That's nothing, you wouldn't guess what they put into the food that you just took a bit out of."
Donar froze in place, with the spoon hanging out of his mouth. He's starting to look like crap...
Marshall: "Restroom?"
Donar nods his head.
Marshall: (Points in a direction) "That way."
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Well, that's all I feel like typing about now... meh!! SLEEPY... SLEEPY!!! Me go rest now... nighty-oh!!
-HEP
{The ownership of FFTA is something which I have no claim to... I know... I can't believe it neither.}
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Well, its time to increase my horizons and make a Final Fantasy fanfic (FFFF?). But which one? I know!!! The only Final Fantasy game that I've beaten... Tactics Advanced. I've played all but, quite possibly, three Final Fantasy games... and I have yet to beat any but that one. Sad really... meh!! Time for me to do what I do best, and that's bring my own form of story writing to a category and see if it fits.
Turn on your GBA's/SP's and let's play.
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"There was a Boy..."
by chero666
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Jump... Jump... Jump... Jump... Jump... those were the word floating through the minds of a young Viera and two Human girls. The three found two jump ropes and finally were able to do their heart's desire with it. The girls grabbed the ends and their Viera friend started jumping in the middle of them.
It's after school at "Cyril Elementary," and a few local children decide to spend the rest of their time at the playground before their parents came to pick them up. Each one enjoying the pleasures of their simple lives by playing what older boys and girls would look down on as "childish." Hopscotch, dodgeball, tag, or a simple run through the jungle gym... things that we forgotten, but are treasured by the youth that accompany the school.
A lone girl wearing a cap over her head was sitting on top of the jungle gym. A few strands of white hairs try to escape until she pushed them back into her cap. She's waiting for her father to come pick her up. Swinging her legs over the sides of it, she was growing impatient with the man.
Girl: (groans) "Uhhh... where is he?"
Out of shear boredom, the girl bends back and starts to drop to the ground, but catches herself by instinctively hooking her legs over one of the bars. She just sways back and forth, trying her best to keep her cap on her head until she got tired of it and sits back up on top of the jungle gym.
A young boy watches this, and leans over to his Bangaa friend.
Boy: "Hey, who's that?"
Bangaa: "Ssshe'sss new here. I forgot her name..."
Boy: "Huh..."
Bangaa: "Why... 'caussse ssshe's cute?"
The friend nudges the boy in the sides, making sure that he made the boy as uncomfortable as possible... he succeeded.
Boy: "W-what!?! N-n-no! Not that!!"
After collecting himself, he told his friend what he saw the girl do.
Bangaa: "Wow, her parentsss must be athletic or sssomething."
Boy: "Yeah... I'm gonna ask her."
The boy leaves his friend and walks towards the girl.
The girl, now, is walking on the bars with her hands with her feet in the air trying to keep her balance. She was enjoying herself, even when she's alone, she always found out ways to entertain herself, a skill that she picked up form her father, who has yet to show up. She finally sits herself down and stares at the scenery around her. She would've fallen asleep there if it weren't for...
Boy: (coughs)
The girl perks her head up, looks behind her, and sees a boy sitting behind her.
Girl: "... hi!"
She give him a big, toothy smile and gets back to staring at the landscape.
Boy: "Err... what's your name?"
She doesn't turn her back to talk to him, but reponds.
Girl: "Vlaire... your's?"
Boy: "... Charles."
Vlaire: "Hello, Charlie."
Charles: "Err... Charles."
Vlaire: "I know..."
Vlaire lays on her back on the bars and starts to get more relaxed.
Vlaire: "... what brings you here, Charlie?"
Vlaire seems pretty insistant to call the boy "Charlie," so he pushes it off to the side and lets her.
Charlie: "I was watching you... how did you do that?"
Vlaire: "Do what?"
Charlie: "Y'know... walk on your hands... stuff like that..."
Vlaire: "Oh! I dunno... I guess it comes from my parents... they were both in a clan together."
Charlie: "Really!?! Wow... what did they do? What did you father do?"
????: "A little of this; a little of that..."
The two children turn around and found out the they were being watched by a man in a cap, just like the girl's.
????: "But, right now, he gonna pick up his daughter and go home."
Vlaire: "Hi, Daddy! What took you so long?"
Dad: "The usual."
Vlaire: "Ah."
Vlaire gets to her feet, jumps off the side of the jungle gym, and runs to her father after landing on her feet. She is scooped up by her father and placed on his shoulders. He about to walk away, when he felt a jabbing on his ribs.
Vlaire: "Wait! I forgot something!"
The dad put his daughter on the ground and stood there, while the girl ran back into the school.
The man was about 5-foot 11-inches, with grey hair and a small beard growing on the sides of his neck and chin. He stood there like he hadn't had a care in the world, listening to his surroundings... something caught his attention though... it was the girls that were jump-roping off to the side of the black-top. It wasn't the jumping that drew his attention away from nature, but what they were rhyming while they were playing...
Girls: "There was a boy named Marshall Keith.
Wise-ass, smart-ass and a thief.
With hair color; white as pearl.
Stole the heart of a Viera Girl.
Chase, Kennith, and Johnny Drake.
How many laws did he break?
1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10
That was fun, let's do it again.
There was a boy named..."
The father blinked his eyes for a second and smiled. A few memories of his flew through his mind, but they were interrrupted by someone tugging at his pant leg. He looks down and sees the young boy, "Charlie," standing there with his hand on the man's pants.
Dad: "Yes?"
Charlie: "What're smiling about?"
Dad: "That song that those girls are singing..."
Charlie: "You mean the Viera and her friends?"
Dad: "... yes, but do me a favor... don't say 'the Viera' to me again... I bet she has a name."
Charlie: "She does... but I don't know it."
Dad: "Why not? She's not a bad person, is she?"
Charlie: "... no..."
Dad: "Is she in your class?"
Charlie: "Yes."
Dad: "Then you should know her name."
Charlie: "..."
Dad: "Why don't you ask her..."
Charlie: "... now?"
Dad: "Yes, now."
Charlie: "They look a little busy."
The boy apparently looks like he fishing for excuses not to go talk to them.
Dad: "... ok... whatever, but you won't be able to see how great strangers really are, until you meet them."
Charlie: "Yes, sir."
"Dad" looks at the school and sees his daughter running towards him... with her mother's speed... an idea popped into his head and he turned to the girl when she made it to him.
Dad: "Hey, Vlaire. Can you do me something?"
Vlaire:"Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..."
Dad: ("I should've never taught her that.")
Vlaire: "...mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm... ok!!"
Dad: "Good... you see those girls over there?"
Vlaire: "Yeah."
Dad: "I want you to introduce him to them."
The man instantly pulls Charlie in front of him so he wouldn't try to escape, which he is at the moment.
Vlaire: "Sure, no problem. Come on Charlie... let's say Hello!!"
She grabs Charlie by his collar and drags him to the girls.
The father watches while he's being introduced... not doing too badly...
Dad: "Why are they laughing... and why is he on his ass?"
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Dad: "Soooooo... you girls pushed him down?"
Viera: "Yeah..."
Dad: "Why?"
Viera: "Ummm... gimme a second."
All four girls, the Viera, her two friends, and his daughter, all huddled together and started whispering to themselves. On perked her head up to see if anyone was listening. Finally, all of them split apart and faced the man.
Dad: "Well?"
Vlaire: "Uhhh... we don't know." ^^
Dad: "... right... anyways... where's Charlie at?"
Viera: "I think he went to the restroom."
Dad: "Oh... ok... anywho, what was that song that you girls were singing?"
Viera: "Song?"
Dad: "Y'know, the one you were saying when you were jump-ropping."
Viera: "You mean, 'Marshall Keith?'"
Dad:" Yeah, that's it."
Viera: "What about it?"
Dad: "Do you know that he use to be a real person?"
This caught everyone who was listening off guard... and there were a lot of people who heard it. All of a sudden, the man was surrounded by a group of kids, even Charlie, all of them yelling at him to tell them more."
Girl #2: "Really!?!"
Bangaa: "Are you for real!?!"
Nu Mou: "Tell us more!"
Viera: "Please!"
Dad: "... wow... how many people were listening to this conversation?"
Vlaire: "All children listen to what grown-ups are saying, its just by choice that we acknowlege it."
Dad: "So, what does this song hafta do with anything?"
Charlie: "It's just that we've been using it all the time during Recess, and we didn't know that it was based off a real person."
Girl #1: "Was he cute?"
Dad: "... what's your definition of cute?"
Vlaire: "DAD!!!"
Dad: "What?"
Vlaire: "Isn't Mommy going to be mad if we don't get home, pretty soon?"
Dad: "Oh, right... she's at a few missions at the moment. She won't be home for a few days."
Charlie: "Great, you can tell us about Marshall Keith! Come on!!"
With the mass of 8-15 Grade-School children pushing him, they sat him down and formed a moon-shaped circle around him, waiting for him to begin. Vlaire shrugged her shoulders and sat next to Charlie in the ring of kids.
Dad: "Well... where should I start?"
Vlaire: "Try the prison."
Dad: "Good idea... in the part, 'How many laws did he break?' That means that... pretty much, he broke a lot of laws... in fact, he broke so many, he had his own personalized bed."
Bangaa: "Were they anything ssserious?"
Dad: "Well..."
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(Marshall's POV)
Let's see here... 23 yellow cards... 12 red ones... 2 black ones (specially made, just for him)... yep... what a day.
Prison... damn it sucks. I'm surrounded by the same people, day after day, evening after evening, night after-... you got the idea. There's nothing but dark, damp, smelly, and ugly in here... and that's just my current room-mate. Just the thought of that abnormality that tries to call itself a human being send a gallon full of vomit shooting into my lungs.
But enough about that... at this moment, boredom... that's about it... boredom. I am so frickin' bored at the moment, I could gouge out the eyes of my roommate and I would find no sense of pride in it... not that I'd do something like that, but as an example. Really, I'm no criminal... but tell that to every Judge in Ivalice. (Sighs)
Guard: "Marshall!'
Marshall: "Yeah?"
Guard: "You got a new room mate."
Marshall: "Another one? Half of this place is being fill up by that..."
I point to... whatever it is, who's licking at the walls for dew... ewwww...
Guard: "Don't worry, he won't take up any room. Plus, he won't be here for long."
A young moogle walks into the cell... a gunner, heh... timid, too. He doesn't seem like the type to break any laws... it was probably a minor fraction. He'll be out in a few days. Maybe less.
I decide to walk up to him and greet the guy.
Marshall: "Yo, dude. Whatcha in for?"
He seemed to jump when he heard me. He probably though that I wasn't here, because most of his sights were on the "Human Sewage Pipe from Hell." I have that same look on my face everytime I wake up... actually worse, because he hugs in his sleep... UGH!!! Unclean unclean unclean!!
Moogle: "Huh!?!"
He seems to be a little jittery at the moment... I'm not even that intiminating. I'm only 5' 5"... which is nada compared to the rest of the prisoners. Must be the long, white hair, or possibly my horrible stubble. That reminds me... shave when I get out... if...
Marshall: "I said, what are you in for?"
Moogle: "Errr... killing a man."
Marshall: "... lemme guess, got Red Carded after casting a wrong spell."
Moogle: "... yes..."
Marshall: "Thought so, you make a terrible liar."
Moogle: "I've been told that."
Marshall: "So, what's your name?"
Moogle: "It's Donar."
You know, like "Radar." Just a little help for anyone who felt like trying to pronounce it. I'd tell you how to pronounce my name... but after that, I'd need to slap you.
Marshall: "Well, my name's Marshall. I guess I'll show you the ropes here."
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A young Bangaa raised his hand.
Bangaa: "What doesss the Moogle hafta do with the ssstory?"
Dad: "He's important. In fact, he's one of the reasons why Marshall became famous."
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Dinner started up, so all the prisoners are at the Mess Hall eating steak, mash potatoes, and cornbread... which would be fine if they weren't lazy and decided to throw it in a giant blender, mixed in with whatever it is to make this taste like the butt-crack of a wild Tonberry... you're better off not asking... it wasn't one of most "defining moments" of my life.
I sat across Donar while I was giving him some pointers.
Marshall: "... and that's what they make the "Tuesday Surprise" out of."
Donar: (Looking ill) "It was better off staying as a surprise."
Marshall: "That's nothing, you wouldn't guess what they put into the food that you just took a bit out of."
Donar froze in place, with the spoon hanging out of his mouth. He's starting to look like crap...
Marshall: "Restroom?"
Donar nods his head.
Marshall: (Points in a direction) "That way."
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Well, that's all I feel like typing about now... meh!! SLEEPY... SLEEPY!!! Me go rest now... nighty-oh!!
-HEP