Ansem and Sephiroth walked down a grassy hill on Gaia.
"It's nice to be back," Sephiroth said airily.
Ansem glowered. You have no idea how I loathe you. But I loathe this planet more.
Ansem readjusted the knapsack he was carrying. Why was he carrying that heavy load anyway? He was King!
"Sephiroth, carry the knapsack."
Sephiroth whirled around and looked at Ansem. "What?"
Ansem took off the knapsack and handed it to Sephiroth. "Carry it."
Sephiroth blinked and looked at it. "But you packed it. You brought it. You carry it."
Ansem rolled his eyes. "I'm royalty. You're not. Now carry it."
Sephiroth watched Ansem walk off and glared darkly at his back. "Well I'm a god. You're just a stupid measly king." He muttered under his breath.
They trudged through the plains, hills, and small canyons.
"God! This couldn't get any worse. I'm stuck with you, and my feet are killing me."
"You complain too much, Ansem."
The two men looked up and saw a flash of lightning, soon followed by thunder. Heavy droplets of rain fell from the sky and onto the two.
"Oh, this is just great. How about a tornado!?" Ansem growled.
"You're just jinxing us, you know."
The wind picked up quickly. Ansem slapped his forehead. "Come on. Let's go find a place to stay."
They ran through the rain and mud, and in an hour or so came upon an inn. An inn in the middle of nowhere. They ran in, panting.
"Welcome to our special inn!"
Ansem, purely fed up with everyone and everything, look at the keeper of the inn. He was an elderly man. The more Ansem watched him, the more he wanted to just slaughter him. He seemed so cheery.
"Would you like to spend the night?"
"No, we want to setup for a party," Ansem said moodily.
"We do that too."
Sephiroth snickered while Ansem's temper slowly wore down to a tiny thread. "I was being sarcastic, you brainless, ludicrous, senseless idiot."
"He has a huge vocabulary." Sephiroth commented. "We'd like to spend the night. How much will it cost?"
"10 gil!" The man said happily.
Sephiroth paid and the innkeeper led the two men to their rooms.
Ansem glared at the wall in his room. "These Gaians are all so stupid, I swear!" Sitting on his bed, he found it was soft and quite comfortable. Which only made him more irritable. "Damn, just who do they think they are?"
Sephiroth on the other hand, slipped the knapsack into Ansem's room quietly. He went back to his own room and flopped down on his bed. He was muddy, and wanted a shower. "I bet this place has a shower room somewhere."
He got up and walked barefoot downstairs and to the main desk. "Hello?"
No one was there. "Anyone there?" He called pointlessly.
He wandered around the huge inn, and found what he'd been looking for. Happily, he ran off to get his supplies and take his shower.
* * *
Ansem banged on Sephiroth's door at noon. "It's been long enough! Get out here! You don't oversleep when we're on a mission!"
He growled when he got no response. "Sephiroth!" He tapped his foot impatiently. Quite fed up, he slammed open the door. "Sephiroth get out here!" He blinked, realizing he'd been yelling at an empty room. "But you never came downstairs! Where the hell are you?"
There was a banging noise. Ansem slowly walked towards the source of the noise; the closet. The door was shut, but it wasn't locked. Ansem hesitantly opened it and stared. He jumped back as the red liquid oozed from the closet. "What the hell..." He couldn't keep his eyes off the dead form in the closet. He forced himself to slowly move backwards, but he bumped into something. He turned around and looked at the innkeeper.
Ansem stared blankly at him. That wasn't the same innkeeper. What the hell is going on here!?
"It's nice to be back," Sephiroth said airily.
Ansem glowered. You have no idea how I loathe you. But I loathe this planet more.
Ansem readjusted the knapsack he was carrying. Why was he carrying that heavy load anyway? He was King!
"Sephiroth, carry the knapsack."
Sephiroth whirled around and looked at Ansem. "What?"
Ansem took off the knapsack and handed it to Sephiroth. "Carry it."
Sephiroth blinked and looked at it. "But you packed it. You brought it. You carry it."
Ansem rolled his eyes. "I'm royalty. You're not. Now carry it."
Sephiroth watched Ansem walk off and glared darkly at his back. "Well I'm a god. You're just a stupid measly king." He muttered under his breath.
They trudged through the plains, hills, and small canyons.
"God! This couldn't get any worse. I'm stuck with you, and my feet are killing me."
"You complain too much, Ansem."
The two men looked up and saw a flash of lightning, soon followed by thunder. Heavy droplets of rain fell from the sky and onto the two.
"Oh, this is just great. How about a tornado!?" Ansem growled.
"You're just jinxing us, you know."
The wind picked up quickly. Ansem slapped his forehead. "Come on. Let's go find a place to stay."
They ran through the rain and mud, and in an hour or so came upon an inn. An inn in the middle of nowhere. They ran in, panting.
"Welcome to our special inn!"
Ansem, purely fed up with everyone and everything, look at the keeper of the inn. He was an elderly man. The more Ansem watched him, the more he wanted to just slaughter him. He seemed so cheery.
"Would you like to spend the night?"
"No, we want to setup for a party," Ansem said moodily.
"We do that too."
Sephiroth snickered while Ansem's temper slowly wore down to a tiny thread. "I was being sarcastic, you brainless, ludicrous, senseless idiot."
"He has a huge vocabulary." Sephiroth commented. "We'd like to spend the night. How much will it cost?"
"10 gil!" The man said happily.
Sephiroth paid and the innkeeper led the two men to their rooms.
Ansem glared at the wall in his room. "These Gaians are all so stupid, I swear!" Sitting on his bed, he found it was soft and quite comfortable. Which only made him more irritable. "Damn, just who do they think they are?"
Sephiroth on the other hand, slipped the knapsack into Ansem's room quietly. He went back to his own room and flopped down on his bed. He was muddy, and wanted a shower. "I bet this place has a shower room somewhere."
He got up and walked barefoot downstairs and to the main desk. "Hello?"
No one was there. "Anyone there?" He called pointlessly.
He wandered around the huge inn, and found what he'd been looking for. Happily, he ran off to get his supplies and take his shower.
* * *
Ansem banged on Sephiroth's door at noon. "It's been long enough! Get out here! You don't oversleep when we're on a mission!"
He growled when he got no response. "Sephiroth!" He tapped his foot impatiently. Quite fed up, he slammed open the door. "Sephiroth get out here!" He blinked, realizing he'd been yelling at an empty room. "But you never came downstairs! Where the hell are you?"
There was a banging noise. Ansem slowly walked towards the source of the noise; the closet. The door was shut, but it wasn't locked. Ansem hesitantly opened it and stared. He jumped back as the red liquid oozed from the closet. "What the hell..." He couldn't keep his eyes off the dead form in the closet. He forced himself to slowly move backwards, but he bumped into something. He turned around and looked at the innkeeper.
Ansem stared blankly at him. That wasn't the same innkeeper. What the hell is going on here!?