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(Owning FFTA... well... ummmmmmmm... uhhhhhhhhh.... errrrrr... no? Yyyyyeah... that sounds about right.)
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Okey-Dokey, more reviews = me a happy guy. ^^ Heh-heh Ohhh riiigh... (dong the Quagmire head-move) (watch Family Guy)
Anywho, I noticed that you guys seem to like my fic. Lemme rescite a couple of them... "I like it!!" and "I like this Fic." (Probably not the exact words, but its the jist of it) Not complaining or trying to say anything bad, or somethin' (I love getting reviews from you guys), but could you elaborate on what you like about this fic, so Iknow what you'd want from it. I'm a born "crowd-pleaser," so I try my best to find out what certain thing people like and working on that. Like, in my second chapter, you said that you like the Script/Story format that I type this fic in. I love typing like this, so it makes me feel better that it doesn't mess you up when reading. I take my writing seriously (even though it may not seem like it at times), so as long as I can make people smile, laugh, or whatever, I know that I made a difference. ^_^
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"First Impressions Suck
by chero666
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Me and Donar got out today, and I couldn't happier to leave.
Marshall: "Thank God!! Outta that Hell-Hole! I'll probably be back in there before the week's over, but its the thought that counts."
Donar: "How'd you say?"
Marshall: "Let's say, Judges don't like me..."
Donar: "Come on, they're not suppose to hate people. They're alway neutral."
Marshall: "Oh yeah? Look over there, that one's flipping me off."
Sure enough, he was. Its kinda funny seeing a law-enforcer telling a civilian, "fuck you." I do the sign language equivalent of "Shove it" and turn to Donar.
Donar: O.o
Marshall: "So, how're you gonna meet up with your clan?"
Donar: "We agreed to meet here."
Marshall: "So we wait?"
Donar: "Yep, but I think I see them... hey!! Over here!!"
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That lucky 'lil bastard. His clan consists of him and 3 EXTREAMLY cute Vieras. All of them seem happy to see him, too. They all hugged him and asked the same ole, "Welcome Back," and "Are you ok!?!" I wish I had someone who'd miss me like that...
He introduced me, told them that I saved his life, and they were grateful (even though they were a bit suspicious of me). They all told me their names and what they do... they seem like nice girls.
Kena's a White Mage. She comes off perky and childish... she must be the youngest of the Vieras. She's quite a bit shorter than the rest, too (well, except for Donar, of course), but she's pretty bright.
Toreena (or Tori) is a bit of a ditz. Not a very good idea, especially being a Archer. You could tell that she is a very honest person, though. It wouldn't be bad to be friends with her... just a little interesting.
Finally, Cystal (interesting name). She's a bit pushy and impatient, but I don't think that she does it on purpose. It funny to watch her act that way, because she's a Sniper. She reminds me on how I used to act a long time ago, before my mother taught me better and how not to act spoiled. She probably wasn't raised that way though.
Marshall: "So, who's the leader?"
All the girls look around like they lost something.
Tori: "Oh no! I think we left Lita at the Pub!!"
Cystal: "What!?! Who was suppose to get her?"
Kena: "You."
Cystal: "Oh yeah... well, I wasn't going to do it. That's why I got Tori to do it."
Kena: "What? You know she has a short attention span!"
Tori: "Hey!"
Kena: "Well, it's true! It's not your fault, you know, but you really hafta work on that."
Tori: "Y'know I try... its hard though!!"
Cystal: "How 'bout we nail everything we tell her to her forehead. Maybe she'd remember then."
Tori: (drawing her weapon) "How about I nail this arrow into your skull... how's that for a plan?"
I watch with quite a bit of interest. I quickly turn to Donar who is sweatdropping.
Marshall: "Are they always like this?"
Donar: "Unfortunately."
Marshall: "How long do you think that this'll last?"
Donar: "Errrr... these things have been known to drag out for a couple of hours."
Marshall: "Wow... how do you guys get anything done?"
Donar: "Well, Lita's the most competent person in the group. She usually settles these once it starts to get annoying."
Marshall: "Ok... she's at the Pub, right?"
Kena overheard me, and ingnored the others for a moment.
Kena: "Yeah, she's at the Pub about a quarter mile from here."
Marshall: "Great..."
I make my way to the general direction to where she said it was.
Donar: "Where're you going?"
Marshall: "I'm gonna get your boss. It doesn't look like you'll be going anywhere for awhile."
Kena and Donar look at their two friends and realized that they'll gonna hafta play referee for a bit.
Kena: "Yeah, good point. We gotta make sure that a Judge doesn't mistake this for an Engagement."
Marshall: "Alright, I'm gone."
I start running my way to the Pub.
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What a happenin' place. There's a live band, loud people, and a wrinkly old guy for a Barkeep. This place has all the staples for a successful Pub. No time to indulge myself in the atmosphere, though...
I started walking around. There's quite of a lot of people around, mostly Clans. The Barkeep must've gotten a lot of Missions today. I wonder how I'm supposed to find this "Lita" girl at. Maybe I should've asked what she looks like or, at least, her job. Oh well, most likely, she's a Viera, too, since they haven't been known to be that social with the other species out there.
I start asking around.
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(Lita's POV)
Hmmm... very noisy here, today. Loud people... I really want out of here at the moment, but I haven't heard from the other's yet. If they forgot about me, they are SO dead.
I'm starting to think that the last statement was true, though, so I ordered a drink. I'm gonna be here for awhile. Donar was supposed to get out today. I wonder if he's still in one piece? He's too nice of a kid to do something to tick anyone off, so he should be fine...
I look off to the side and notice that two peple were fighting, a large Bangaa and some punk Hume who seemed to have bitten off more than he chewed. Even though the sheer size difference in pretty obvious, it doesn't seem like the guy is gonna back down anytime soon... foolish if you ask me.
I ignore them for the moment and see the waiter place my drink on the table. I ordered a mixture of some of the berries that grow outside... I could've done it myself, but wouldn't be as nice as this one. I'm pretty thirsty at the moment anyway.
I guess it's not so bad that they forgot about me... its not like they could do anything without me anyways. I bet Tori and Cystal are already down each other's throuts as I speak.
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Kena and Donar are trying to pry the two girl's hand off of each other's necks.
Kena: "I told you!! A Strangling Contest won't solve anything!! It'll make matter's worse!!"
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I bring the glass up to my mouth and start to drink. This is pretty relaxing...
????: "Gangway!!!"
I felt my glass being tipped... along with me. My chair fell backwards, spilling my drink all over me.
Lita: "What the-!"
I sputter for a second and sit up. I see that Hume I saw earlier jump off my table, followed shortly by that Bangaa, crashing through it.
With my hair wet and sticky, I look down and see the glass that held my drink... the drink I spent with the last of my gil... they are SO goning to pay for that.
I narrow my eyes and start walking towards them, drawing my Rapier.
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(Marshall's POV)
Great, I had to take out 5 Bangaas earlier and now I accidentaly started trouble with this steroid induced one, here. I'm hopping from table to table... and I'm starting to run out. I finally jump to the ground and start running through crowds.
Marshall: "What the hell did I do!!"
Bangaa: "You pissssed me off!!"
Marshall: "That's no excuse to try to kill me!!"
Bangaa: "Its as good as any!!"
I finally found my back to a wall... holy shit... I'm a dead man.
Marshall: "Dude... maybe we can talk about this."
He doesn't come off as the "talking" type, but he DOES come off as a "bug go squish" type of guy.
Bangaa: "Now, you're gonna pay for- AHHHH!!!"
The big guy went down with a rumbling "thud"... or a "slam"... maybe a loud "smack..." and in his place was a a Viera... a very hot one... hot as in pissed-looking.
She stood about an inch or two under me, lighter color than the rest, her facial expression looked indifferent, but you could tell that she looked mad... she was dripping with juice. I guess me or "Oober-Bangaa" knocked it out of her hands and onto her and now she want revenge...
Marshall: "Eh-heh... errr... that'll come right off that outfit you got there..."
Lita: "..."
Marshall: "... and I bet you could bleach that out of your hair." ^_^;;
She quickly went wide-eyed and looked at her hair... her eyes were on fire after that.
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(Lita's POV)
My... hair... he staind my hair. After all the trouble I took to make it look this good... it's now partially staind red and sticky. He's a dead man...
Lita: "You ruined my hair..."
I whip out may "Last Letter" and point it at him.
Lita: "...with the drink I bought with the last of my money..."
Marshall: "Errrr... eh-heh... you see... SEEYA!!"
He darts out to the side and I follow suit. I'm gonna kill him for what he did to my hair.
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Wow... someone's vain about her hair. I met a girl like her... bitch...
R&R
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(Owning FFTA... well... ummmmmmmm... uhhhhhhhhh.... errrrrr... no? Yyyyyeah... that sounds about right.)
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Okey-Dokey, more reviews = me a happy guy. ^^ Heh-heh Ohhh riiigh... (dong the Quagmire head-move) (watch Family Guy)
Anywho, I noticed that you guys seem to like my fic. Lemme rescite a couple of them... "I like it!!" and "I like this Fic." (Probably not the exact words, but its the jist of it) Not complaining or trying to say anything bad, or somethin' (I love getting reviews from you guys), but could you elaborate on what you like about this fic, so Iknow what you'd want from it. I'm a born "crowd-pleaser," so I try my best to find out what certain thing people like and working on that. Like, in my second chapter, you said that you like the Script/Story format that I type this fic in. I love typing like this, so it makes me feel better that it doesn't mess you up when reading. I take my writing seriously (even though it may not seem like it at times), so as long as I can make people smile, laugh, or whatever, I know that I made a difference. ^_^
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"First Impressions Suck
by chero666
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Me and Donar got out today, and I couldn't happier to leave.
Marshall: "Thank God!! Outta that Hell-Hole! I'll probably be back in there before the week's over, but its the thought that counts."
Donar: "How'd you say?"
Marshall: "Let's say, Judges don't like me..."
Donar: "Come on, they're not suppose to hate people. They're alway neutral."
Marshall: "Oh yeah? Look over there, that one's flipping me off."
Sure enough, he was. Its kinda funny seeing a law-enforcer telling a civilian, "fuck you." I do the sign language equivalent of "Shove it" and turn to Donar.
Donar: O.o
Marshall: "So, how're you gonna meet up with your clan?"
Donar: "We agreed to meet here."
Marshall: "So we wait?"
Donar: "Yep, but I think I see them... hey!! Over here!!"
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That lucky 'lil bastard. His clan consists of him and 3 EXTREAMLY cute Vieras. All of them seem happy to see him, too. They all hugged him and asked the same ole, "Welcome Back," and "Are you ok!?!" I wish I had someone who'd miss me like that...
He introduced me, told them that I saved his life, and they were grateful (even though they were a bit suspicious of me). They all told me their names and what they do... they seem like nice girls.
Kena's a White Mage. She comes off perky and childish... she must be the youngest of the Vieras. She's quite a bit shorter than the rest, too (well, except for Donar, of course), but she's pretty bright.
Toreena (or Tori) is a bit of a ditz. Not a very good idea, especially being a Archer. You could tell that she is a very honest person, though. It wouldn't be bad to be friends with her... just a little interesting.
Finally, Cystal (interesting name). She's a bit pushy and impatient, but I don't think that she does it on purpose. It funny to watch her act that way, because she's a Sniper. She reminds me on how I used to act a long time ago, before my mother taught me better and how not to act spoiled. She probably wasn't raised that way though.
Marshall: "So, who's the leader?"
All the girls look around like they lost something.
Tori: "Oh no! I think we left Lita at the Pub!!"
Cystal: "What!?! Who was suppose to get her?"
Kena: "You."
Cystal: "Oh yeah... well, I wasn't going to do it. That's why I got Tori to do it."
Kena: "What? You know she has a short attention span!"
Tori: "Hey!"
Kena: "Well, it's true! It's not your fault, you know, but you really hafta work on that."
Tori: "Y'know I try... its hard though!!"
Cystal: "How 'bout we nail everything we tell her to her forehead. Maybe she'd remember then."
Tori: (drawing her weapon) "How about I nail this arrow into your skull... how's that for a plan?"
I watch with quite a bit of interest. I quickly turn to Donar who is sweatdropping.
Marshall: "Are they always like this?"
Donar: "Unfortunately."
Marshall: "How long do you think that this'll last?"
Donar: "Errrr... these things have been known to drag out for a couple of hours."
Marshall: "Wow... how do you guys get anything done?"
Donar: "Well, Lita's the most competent person in the group. She usually settles these once it starts to get annoying."
Marshall: "Ok... she's at the Pub, right?"
Kena overheard me, and ingnored the others for a moment.
Kena: "Yeah, she's at the Pub about a quarter mile from here."
Marshall: "Great..."
I make my way to the general direction to where she said it was.
Donar: "Where're you going?"
Marshall: "I'm gonna get your boss. It doesn't look like you'll be going anywhere for awhile."
Kena and Donar look at their two friends and realized that they'll gonna hafta play referee for a bit.
Kena: "Yeah, good point. We gotta make sure that a Judge doesn't mistake this for an Engagement."
Marshall: "Alright, I'm gone."
I start running my way to the Pub.
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What a happenin' place. There's a live band, loud people, and a wrinkly old guy for a Barkeep. This place has all the staples for a successful Pub. No time to indulge myself in the atmosphere, though...
I started walking around. There's quite of a lot of people around, mostly Clans. The Barkeep must've gotten a lot of Missions today. I wonder how I'm supposed to find this "Lita" girl at. Maybe I should've asked what she looks like or, at least, her job. Oh well, most likely, she's a Viera, too, since they haven't been known to be that social with the other species out there.
I start asking around.
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(Lita's POV)
Hmmm... very noisy here, today. Loud people... I really want out of here at the moment, but I haven't heard from the other's yet. If they forgot about me, they are SO dead.
I'm starting to think that the last statement was true, though, so I ordered a drink. I'm gonna be here for awhile. Donar was supposed to get out today. I wonder if he's still in one piece? He's too nice of a kid to do something to tick anyone off, so he should be fine...
I look off to the side and notice that two peple were fighting, a large Bangaa and some punk Hume who seemed to have bitten off more than he chewed. Even though the sheer size difference in pretty obvious, it doesn't seem like the guy is gonna back down anytime soon... foolish if you ask me.
I ignore them for the moment and see the waiter place my drink on the table. I ordered a mixture of some of the berries that grow outside... I could've done it myself, but wouldn't be as nice as this one. I'm pretty thirsty at the moment anyway.
I guess it's not so bad that they forgot about me... its not like they could do anything without me anyways. I bet Tori and Cystal are already down each other's throuts as I speak.
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Kena and Donar are trying to pry the two girl's hand off of each other's necks.
Kena: "I told you!! A Strangling Contest won't solve anything!! It'll make matter's worse!!"
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I bring the glass up to my mouth and start to drink. This is pretty relaxing...
????: "Gangway!!!"
I felt my glass being tipped... along with me. My chair fell backwards, spilling my drink all over me.
Lita: "What the-!"
I sputter for a second and sit up. I see that Hume I saw earlier jump off my table, followed shortly by that Bangaa, crashing through it.
With my hair wet and sticky, I look down and see the glass that held my drink... the drink I spent with the last of my gil... they are SO goning to pay for that.
I narrow my eyes and start walking towards them, drawing my Rapier.
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(Marshall's POV)
Great, I had to take out 5 Bangaas earlier and now I accidentaly started trouble with this steroid induced one, here. I'm hopping from table to table... and I'm starting to run out. I finally jump to the ground and start running through crowds.
Marshall: "What the hell did I do!!"
Bangaa: "You pissssed me off!!"
Marshall: "That's no excuse to try to kill me!!"
Bangaa: "Its as good as any!!"
I finally found my back to a wall... holy shit... I'm a dead man.
Marshall: "Dude... maybe we can talk about this."
He doesn't come off as the "talking" type, but he DOES come off as a "bug go squish" type of guy.
Bangaa: "Now, you're gonna pay for- AHHHH!!!"
The big guy went down with a rumbling "thud"... or a "slam"... maybe a loud "smack..." and in his place was a a Viera... a very hot one... hot as in pissed-looking.
She stood about an inch or two under me, lighter color than the rest, her facial expression looked indifferent, but you could tell that she looked mad... she was dripping with juice. I guess me or "Oober-Bangaa" knocked it out of her hands and onto her and now she want revenge...
Marshall: "Eh-heh... errr... that'll come right off that outfit you got there..."
Lita: "..."
Marshall: "... and I bet you could bleach that out of your hair." ^_^;;
She quickly went wide-eyed and looked at her hair... her eyes were on fire after that.
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(Lita's POV)
My... hair... he staind my hair. After all the trouble I took to make it look this good... it's now partially staind red and sticky. He's a dead man...
Lita: "You ruined my hair..."
I whip out may "Last Letter" and point it at him.
Lita: "...with the drink I bought with the last of my money..."
Marshall: "Errrr... eh-heh... you see... SEEYA!!"
He darts out to the side and I follow suit. I'm gonna kill him for what he did to my hair.
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Wow... someone's vain about her hair. I met a girl like her... bitch...
R&R
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