Things like burning down temples, for instance.
Oh, he had failed to convince the high and mighty Wakka to do so, and those girls showing up had pretty much taken away his case. Without a multitude of fiends appearing from the inside, who would listen to his suggestion?
Of course, this only stymied him for a little while. He just had to work out all the details and wait for his chance.
Finally he arrived at the cave where he was to meet his new playthings and stepped inside, only to find it empty. He stood rigidly, anger permeating his frame. "There had better be a good explanation for this!"
A sudden movement from the corner of his eye caused him to turn. A young man was standing there with a subtle gleam in his eye. "Took you long enough."
Beclem stalked towards the younger man. "What is the meaning of all this?"
He got a frown in response. "What? You think that we didn't get bored waiting for you? The ones that you want to meet are down in the next cavern. They just asked me to wait here and keep an eye out for you." The smile that followed hinted at some dark amusement, and Beclem had to square his shoulders to keep from shuddering.
"Take me to them." The words were spoken with the proper imperious intonation.
And promptly ignored. "Go find them yourself. I never signed on to be a tour guide, and I already had to wait longer than I figured. Of course, if you don't really want to choose torture, you could just turn around and walk away." He shrugged, then headed for the entrance. "Your choice, Beclem."
Behind his mask, Beclem was glaring. Who did the fool think he was, some kind of idiot? He'd come here to train the new recruits, and now they'd really get it for pulling this stunt. Torture indeed! When he got through with them, they'd wish that...
He never finished the thought. As he entered the next cavern, he became aware of a slimy 'glopping' sound behind him. Turning, his anger vanished into pure terror. A Dark Flan towered above him, blocking his exit from the room. He backed away from the fiend, turning to run as soon as he reached a proper distance away from the morpheous blob. "No! Not a flan!"
His attempt to escape one danger brought him face to face with the mother of all nightmares: at least a hundred flan grinned at him from all corners of the cave. Slowly they advanced, sparking with their elemental magic.
Beclem backed away in horror, forgetting about his first pursuer until he suddenly saw its maw closing down around him. He screamed...
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...And suddenly awakened in a cold sweat.
His heart was racing as he looked around at the interior of the Crusaders lodge. Besaid. He was back in Besaid. It was only a nightmare. He would train those crummy blitzball players until they wished they'd never been born, he'd...
Beclem jumped as someone cleared their throat in the dark. So much for his steely faced resolve.
"Next time, try to be more quiet about it. I really don't like to get woken up."
The front flap of the tent lifted momentarily as the other person left, and for just a moment the light of a fire reflected on his face. Beclem gulped uneasily. It was the young man in his dreams...
"Pleasant dreams."
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AN: Yeah, it's random. Basis for the story? I was sleeping, and all of the sudden I get woken up by this voice saying "We have to burn down the temple." My sister was in my room playing X-2 on the PS2... Needless to say, I wasn't too thrilled to be woken up. In fact, Beclem earned my NPC MUST DIE award, for most annoying character to me personally. But enough of that. Review.