(I don't own blah, or blah, OR BLAH!!!!! Ok? I don't own "Final Fantasy," neither.)
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Ok, it seems that you're happy, so I'll continue typing. I am such a tool, being use like a… tool… I think my imagination's broken at the moment; lemme check.
Most awesome thing: Beef… stew…
Yep, it's broken. I'm gonna put this down for a second and try to retrieve it.
(Due to the magic of "Fan Fiction," the long period that it took to get my imagination back will seem to be just a line or two… I wish it really took that long.)
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"… and the Whistle Blows." Pt 3
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(Lita's POV)
That "Mug" took me off guard. He seems smarter than he puts off. Trying to steal my Last Letter was a decent strategy, also. I've got to careful with this one. I'm running a bit low on MP because of my "Firewhip." Don't wanna waste it all on just one fight. I'm stuck with my Techs.
I'm still a bit winded from running after him for half an hour. I'm not used to chasing down my competition. Usually they blindly go at me headlong, but he's chosen the more passive approach. I can tell that he didn't want the fight, but we're stuck now.
Honestly… I've stopped being mad at him for ruining my hair. Now I'm just fight because that's where my feet took me. Plus, I'm interested in what this one's capable of. Not a lot of Humes around here can function without the use of "Fight;" especially a Thief.
Lita: "How do you plan on getting out of this, now?"
Marshall: "I guess I'm gonna have to get out of this."
Lita: "How do you plan on doing that?"
Marshall: "I don't know. I guess I'll wing it."
Lita: "Speaking of which…"
NIGHTHAWK!!
I watch him roll to the side to avoid my attack. He's impressively fast. Must've been from all that running he said he's done. I need to do that once in awhile… running… not away. Just for the exercise. What am I doing? I'm trying to defend myself in my own brain… sad.
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(Marshall's POV)
Damn that move. I've got to attack, but most of mine don't do enough damage for me to have the advantage and with those laws, I'm really screwed.
No time for that type of thinking now. You've gotten your ass outta worse situations… even though I can't seem to think of any that can be worse than being publicly humiliated after your first day out of the hole.
Marshall: "Shut up, brain"
I'm just saying…
Lita: "Having a little internal struggle?"
Marshall: "Yeah, I make a crappy narrator."
Lita: "What?"
Marshall: "I mean… nothing."
Lita: "… psycho"
I need to buy more time, this sucks. I start running at her… this better work…
Her attention seemed to have gone astray, so I was able to connect…
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(Lita's POV)
Steal: Ability
I should've never turned to look at a sign that someone from the audience was holding up, because that cost me…
The boy ran at me and, before I had a chance to counter, I see the palm of his hand grab hold of my forehead. I try to force it off, but it's too late. He rips his hand off and looks at it for a second.
Marshall: "Hehe… gotcha"
I step back, clutching my head. The move doesn't hurt, but it left me a little dizzy. I shake off the feeling and look up at him. He stands like an idiot holding out the "peace sign."
Marshall: "Yatta!!"
I raise an eyebrow.
Lita: "What? Yatta?"
Marshall: (sighs) "Anou… it pretty much means, 'alright!' It's Jagd language."
…Jagd?
Lita: "Oh… I knew that."
Ok… I'm a terrible liar. I stand up.
Lita: "What're you so celebratory about? All you did was given my nausea for a second."
Marshall: "Actually… I solved one of my problems."
I finally noticed a small light that he held in the palm of his hand. It vanished as soon as I blinked.
Lita: "What was that?"
Marshall: "Something that's been pissing me off ever since I met you."
That attack must've been one of his Steals. Which one, though. I'm wearing everything… weapon… check… armor… check… I can't think of anything else. Wait… something that's been pissing him off. The only move that seemed to have gotten on his nerves was my Nighthawk. Let me check.
… Yeah… he got it. Oh well. I got more than that came from.
Lita: "Forget it… lets just continue."
Marshall: "… and we shall."
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(Marshall's POV)
Is it me, or is she getting more and more curious? Never mind… I stopped trying to figure out the female psyche a long time ago… let alone a Viera's.
Hope I got the right ability from my Steal. That Nighthawk was stopping most of my thinking time.
Marshall: "Ready?"
She didn't even respond. She automatically ran at me.
FEATHERBLOW!!
She slices at me. I instinctively jump back, but I was caught by a swarm that nailed me on the side of the head. I hit the ground. It didn't hurt that badly, but… what the hell was that?
Looking up, all I see are feathers falling from her sword, vanishing when they come in contact with the ground. Those must've gotten me. Stung like Hell.
Marshall: "Nice…"
I hop to my feet and turn towards the crowd. They're really getting into this. Cheering… laughter… booing… just the energy from them is remarkable. Maybe I should put on more of a show for these people. It's obvious that they have not much else going on in their life.
Marshall: "Hehehe…"
Lita: "What's so funny?"
Marshall: "Nothing."
I turn to the girl. She's stand rather impatiently, with both of her fists pressed against her hips. What's her problem?
Marshall: "What's wrong with you?"
Lita: (sighs) "It seems that you aren't realizing the seriousness of this fight."
Marshall: "No… it seems you are taking this fight a little TOO serious."
Lita: "What!?!"
I just laugh for a second, and then face her.
Marshall: "Really, do you even remember why we're fighting."
Lita: "…"
Marshall: "Hehe, so much stuff's been happening since you started chasing me that you forgot why you were mad at me in the first place, ne?"
Lita: "… no… I know why I'm fighting."
Marshall: "That would be?"
Lita: "Pride..."
She… has a point. I knew Viera's were prideful… I used to live with some.
Lita: "… and my curiosity."
Err…what? She didn't go any further.
I watch her reach down to her side and pull out a… card.
Marshall: "An anti-law?"
She didn't answer. The Viera lifted it above her head and threw it at the judge who caught it… he seems a little disappointed.
Marshall: "What was it f…"
My words were stopped when I was slapped across the face with the rapier. Face meets ground again… if only I was this intimate with a girl as much as I am with this dirt.
I look around and saw… nothing; just a bunny-girl and her Last Letter. Nothing special.
No glowy thingies… nothing shiny or mystical. Just her… that anti-law.
I stand up, smiling.
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(Lita's POV)
Marshall: "Well… got impatient?"
Lita: "As much as I am interested…
…which is a lot.
Lita: "I need to be somewhere in a couple of minutes… and I loathe making people wait."
Marshall: "Heh… makes sense to me. I need to do something, too."
I wanted to explore this boy's abilities further… but I have responsibilities with my clan that I need to fulfill before anything else… even me. Damn Donar…
Lita: "That anti-law card was so we can fight and get this over with quickly."
Marshall: "Understandable… I would've done this same in your situation."
I hold out my Rapier.
Lita: "Ready to finish this off?"
He twirls his kitchen knife around his hand for a second, smirking.
Marshall: "With pleasure."
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Cystal: "Who the hell made you navigator?"
Tori: "No one, I was following you!"
Cystal: "…and I was following your stupid ass…"
Kena: "Look, I don't wanna even try to figure out how you two were following each other… I don't think that's even possible."
Yep, they're still lost. Out of that entire dialog from the beginning of this chapter, they've searched from one side of the town to the other. This left the girls tired and very high-strung.
Donar: "Umm guys…"
Kena: "Yeah?"
Donar: "I think you should see this."
Donar points towards a huge crowd that seemed to be gathered around a building. The group walks towards to swarm of people trying to get a look at whatever's on top of the building.
Kena: "Hey, what's going on here?"
Hume: "There's a fight happening on top of the roof…"
He seemed a little preoccupied from the crowd trying to get better views.
Cystal: "Hey, a fight! That I wanna see."
Without even trying to get approval, Cystal starts hopping houses.
Kena: "Cystal!!"
Kena and Tori follow suit while Donar does the more polite thing…
Donar: "Excuse me, where are the nearest stairs?"
Hume: "In the building to your left."
Donar: "Thanks."
While Donar is getting a better view, the girls finally caught their fellow, stray clan's mates on top of a tall building holding a pair of binoculars.
Tori: "What were you doing?"
Cystal: "…"
Kena: (sighs) "Gimme those."
Kena tries to yank to binoculars away, but Cystal kept a firm grip on them.
Cystal: "Hey, stop that! I'm trying to see who's fighting… hey…"
Kena: "What?"
Cystal: "… holy crap!!"
Kena: "What!?!"
Cystal: "Check this out"
Cystal hands Kena the binoculars and she looks through them.
Kena: "Isn't that… Lita?"
Tori: "Lemme see."
Kena: "… oh crap…"
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(Marshall's POV)
I can tell from the look on her face that she was a little disappointed that she had the use that Anti-Law. Wouldn't blame her. Those cards are a bitch to get, plus she mentioned some business. Good enough reason as any.
She pulls out a fencer stance and starts walking towards me. I decide I should do the same thing… unfortunately; I just look and feel dorky as hell doing it with a kitchen knife.
Lita: "What are you doing?"
Think of something witty… Think of something witty…
Marshall: "Umm… what are YOU doing?"
Sometimes… I disappoint myself, and this is one of those times.
Lita: "That's mature."
Marshall: "Shut up, dumb… face…"
What am I…10yrs old? What the hell is wrong with me!?!?!?!
Right now, she is showing me a look that is already figuring out my IQ level… and it's not even up to enough knowledge to bite on my foot.
Marshall: "Y'know what? Maybe I should just stop talking all together."
Lita: "That would be greatly appreciated."
Without another word from my mouth (thankfully) she starts lunging at me…
REFLEX!!
The tip of the Last Letter didn't even singe me when I maneuvered around the sword and roughly threw my arm to hit her.
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I realized the biggest mistake I ever did all day the second his forearm came in contact with the side of my head… and that was giving this boy a fair fight.
I can feel the stinging of the rocks and gravel scratching my arms and legs while I rolled across the roof. I lay there for a while, trying to recollect myself and figure out how that happened.
Marshall: "You okay over there?"
Lita: "Peachy."
I start getting to my feet. The move didn't really hurt, just stunned me for a second.
I put my Rapier back into its fighting position and run at him this time. I just need a clean hit and I'll have the upper hand again. I just need one…
REFLEX!!
… I was ready for his counter-attack this time when I dodged a supposed kick to my stomach, and decided to counter with another thrust…
REFLEX!!
… this one I didn't see coming until I felt my eyes cross upon impact and I'm eating dirt again. A horrible taste, indeed. This time, I sit up to recollect myself.
Lita: "How are you doing that?"
Marshall: (shrugs dumbly) "I dunno…"
Obviously a lie.
I replay the last stand-off in my head.
Thrust… did that. He dodged... saw that coming. Thrust again, this time he tried to compose himself from that failed kick, but… he bent backwards, slid to the side of my weapon… and threw himself off the ground with one hand, and smacked my across the face with the handle of that knife.
Ok… now that I know what happened, how can I make sure that doesn't happen again? He seems to be able to dodge my attacks for some reason. Must be technique of some type. I guess it was a bad choice to give him the ability to fight back. Next time, I'm not gonna let my pride take over.
I wipe a bit of drool off the side of my mouth. This time, I think I got it.
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(Marshall's POV)
Damn, this crowd is pretty worked up. Most of them are pissed off at me for hitting a girl… wouldn't be the first time that happened. Have to defend yourself from whatever comes for you.
…but, because she's actually pretty hot, I was actually going easy on her. I know that it may not seem that way, but I can be a lot worse than this.
I fling my knife up a catch it by the blade… I never liked using that side. I usually hit people I don't hate with the handle.
Marshall: "You okay for another round?"
She doesn't answer me, but I got the hint the second she raised her rapier back up.
I charge at her a swing the handle of my knife at her and I saw her dodge. It's nothing like my REFLEX ability, but she does a nice job of nonetheless.
She spun around and I waited for my ability to kick in…
Her grip tightens on the rapier.
…any time now… c'mon Reflex… WORK DAMMIT!!
FEATHERBLOW!!
That when I was smacked across the face… the stinging feel of cold metal met the soft, gushiness of my mouth as I collapsed to the ground in pain.
How the hell… feathers? Feathers are falling on the ground…
Marshall: "Damn…"
That hit knocked a screw loose. I'm out… one more hit and I'm labeled "gone for the week due to severe blood loss."
?????: "STOP!!!"
Heh, that voice sounds familiar. I try to regain some of my vision back… it got worse. I'll probably need a nap.
?????: "Lita, stop this engagement!!"
… Lita? OK, I'm starting to remember…
Lita: "Donar, what are you doing here?"
… Donar? He's here? Oh yeah… Lita's the name of that clan… thingy… that I need to… cook… bacon.
I shake my head hard and I'm back.
Ok… Lita is the name of their captain… and, looking up, Donar sees be calling---
Marshall: "KUSO!!!!! THAT'S LITA!!!!"
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Several Minutes later
(Lita's POV)
Lita: "NO!! HELL NO!!"
Donar: "Please, come on!!"
Lita: "NO!!"
God, he's been like this since we've got to the clinic. Apparently, Donar wants me to let this ex-convict join the Clan. Usually, I'd trust Donar's opinion about people… but this guy…
Marshall: "Come on, give me a chance!!"
Lita: "Your chance was spent on a glass of juice that I never got to drink."
Marshall: "Well, you never let me apologize for that…"
BOOM!! The doors flung open and the missing parts of my Clan finally show up.
Kena: "I'm so sorry, that we're late…"
Cystal: "Yeah, Tori thought she saw--- WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOUR HAIR!?!?!"
My eyes widen as I realized that I forgot all about the stains in my hair.
I look my hair over in the mirror and face a sheepish Hume, about ready to run.
Marshall: "Eh-heh… I did say something about bleaching that out…" ;;;;
Lita: "If I wasn't wrapped up with a few bandaged, I'd jump off this bed and stain the rest of my hair with your blood."
Marshall: "… and I'm forever thankful for those pieces of cloth."
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Well, to put it short… I must've blacked out halfway through the conversation, because I actually accepted him in the group… under certain stipulations.
1 – He will have to pay for the rest of my drinks for… the rest of his mortal life.
2 – He will not be arrested.
3 – He will not attack without me telling him to.
And 4 – He will tell me how he was able to dodge my attacks in that fight.
They all sound fair.
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(Marshall's POV)
Oh god, why did I agree to her stipulations? Honestly, I didn't even know what the word meant until Donar told me.
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You happy, now!?!?!?!?! I finished another frickin' chapter!! There you HAPPY NOW!?!?! HUH!?!?!
Okey-Dokey… (give thumbs up)
Hehe… if I don't update within a week of this… start getting on my ass again. It helps.
I hope all of you have a great Christmas and that yours' are all better than mine. I love it when people are happy because of me.
I finished Christmas shopping today, and I think everyone will be happy. Hope you guys/girls get what you want!!!
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Now to entertain you with a song from the late "Weird Al" Yankovic. (I'll miss you. You helped me grow up into the crazy, sadistic-ass bastard that I am today.)
"Christmas at Ground Zero"
It's Christmas at Ground Zero
There's music in the air.
The sleigh bells are ringing
And the carolers are singing
While the air raid sirens blare.
It's Christmas at Ground Zero
The buttoned has been pressed
The radio just let us know
That this is not a test.
Everywhere the atom bombs are droppin'
It's the end of all humanity.
No more time for last-minute shoppin'
It's time to face your Final Destiny.
It's Christmas at Ground Zero
There's panic in the crowd
We can dodge debris
While we trim the tree
Underneath a mushroom cloud.
You might hear some reindeer on your rooftop.
Or Jack Frost on your window sill.
But if someone's climbin' down your chimney
You better load your gun and shoot to kill.
Oh, it's Christmas at Ground Zero
and if the radiation level's ok
I'll go out with you
And see all the new
Mutations on New Years day.
It's Christmas at Ground Zero
Just seconds left to go
I'll duck and cover
With my Yuletide Lover
Underneath the Mistletoe
It's Christmas at Ground Zero
Now the missiles are on their way
What a crazy fluke
We're gonna get nuked
On this Jolly holiday!
What a crazy fluke
We're gonna get nuked
On this JOLLY HOLIDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!
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MERRY CHRISTMAS from everyone one here in TEXAS!!!
FELIZ NAVIDAD!!!