DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN FINAL FANTASY VIII, NOR ANY AFFILIATED CHARACTERS, LOGOS, TRADEMARKS, ETC. TINS༔R, AELIN, DEWN, AND OTHER ORIGINAL CHARACTERS NOT FROM FF VIII ARE MINE. ANY SONG USED IN ANY CHAPTER IS NOT OWNED BY ME UNLESS STATED OTHERWISE.
Chapter 3: Dream Girl
"Squall... wake up now... Squall?... Can you hear me?"
Squall looked around him as his eyes adjusted. A white room surrounded him, and he looked around for the origin of the voice.
"Squall, I am over here."
"Tinsîr ," he mouthed, and started frantically looking for her.
"Squall, I can't stay long, but I needed to talk to you for even just a moment."
"Tinsîr ?"
"...Yes."
"What's going on? Where are you?"
"In front of you. Oh, sorry, I forgot to materialize myself."
Tinsîr appeared out of the air before him, and walked to him. She ran her fingers through his hair pulling it back.
"I'm right here."
"I can see you now. How is this possible?"
"I may be dead, but I still exist."
"Does that mean that those our enemies slain can do this too?"
"A couple, but they're being dealt with right now. I can't say how, or anything, but let's put it this way: my opinions in thier punishment are given consideration."
"...What did you need to talk to me about?"
"I first need to know how you are doing- really. I am worried, Squall."
"I'm fine."
"I know that look. You feel like I've betrayed you... again..."
"Whatever."
"I love you, and I am sorry for hurting you. Perhaps I should have never gotten you involved in this in this incarnation..."
"You're angry. Say something... please..."
"Well?"
"Well what? What am I supposed to say?"
"Never mind."
"Whatever."
"Also, I am going to- ah, crud. I have to go."
"Already? What is going on?"
"I have to go. I am being summoned to another counsel. I'll try to communicate with you later. Don't do anything foolish."
"Foolish?"
"You found my kit, Squall. Don't play innocent. You looked at it the way I used to. Don't do anything foolish. Adieu...," Tinsîr said as she faded.
"Tinsîr !"
Squall jolted awake while Aelin slept quietly in his arms. He looked outside, and realized dusk had already faded, and Dewn was not back yet. A furrowed brow graced his head as he put Aelin in the boy's swing. It rocked back, and forth as the babe rubbed his eyes blindly with a sleeping hand. Squall broke out his cell phone (with a Griever cover), and dialed Rinoa's new cell phone. They had an agreement, and given his present temperament, none were to be broken.
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Tinsîr walked up stairs to enter white halls, the Holy Ones gracing her sight, following a page. All clad in brilliant colors, and white rainments. Clouds hung over the always bright city, and she paused to stare up at the sky, her skirt in hand. Drops of glowing water fell upon her face, as if glitter, and radiocative. She darted inside, and ran to the Chamber Of Inquiry. Wet and, breathing heavily, she pushed both doors open, and stood between them. Her weight in the doors, she began to speak.
Tinsîr : There is trouble brewing. Let me go to the mortal realm once more.
A man turned around, and stared at her. He was Neathil, the voice of The High Counsel, and once was for the One Being. A white beard hid his face, his long hair pulled back into a ponytail.
Neathil: Child of destruction saving man once again? How foolish.
Tinsîr : You know I was aquitted of my crimes. He says I have proven the worth He had always seen in me.
Neathil: I know. Do you think I do not know what comes from the actual mouth of God?
Tinsîr : I wonder sometimes.
Neathil: Child of ill repute, how dare you insult-
Tinsîr : I speak the truth! You know you have spoken in He who summoned me's name, but it was really your tongue that spoke it's own longings. Do not speak to me of insulting, for your presence is one. Why have you not been relieved yet of your duties?
Neathil: Fine then, go. Tell the cherubim to sent for your skins. But should you fail, it will be me who seeks your punishment.
Tinsîr : Understood, but judgment is His, not yours. You are stepping out of line.
Neathil (double tongued in manner, not literally): May the One who made us treat you well.
Tinsîr: May truth, and fair judgment be revealed. (exits)
Neathil whips around, and watches her leave. His eyes turn snake-like, and he glares in hate at her. He in no angel. Tinsîr walked into a room of gold, and green. Small children like creatures walked around, and searched through racks of skins. One pudgy, gray clad one went to her.
Cherubim: Hello, Lady Tinsîr . How may we be of assistance.
Tinsîr : I need my skin back.
Cherubim: But it's-! I mean, it-! (Tinsîr raises one eyebrow) Aw, I was going to put it in the hall of records display with your sister's.
Tinsîr : I haven't seen her yet.. Pray tell where is she?
Cherubim: Ah, Lady Aeris?
Tinsîr : Sye.
Cherubim: She's asleep in the crystal tower. She is not yet complete.
Tinsîr : Oh... They haven't finished piecing her spirit together?
Cherubim: Ah, such is the life of a innocent that has been tainted.
Tinsîr : Tainted? Are you referring to my other sisters corrupting her?
Cherubim: Uh, sure.
Tinsîr : Virgil.
Virgil the Cherubim: I mean, you know how innocent, and pure she was. Everything shattered her spirit. Like one of the suicide cases. Tinsîr's skin! Now, Perde!
Tinsîr : What are you hiding?
Virgil: Perde, hurry it up!
Tinsîr (bent forward, leaning on one knee): I'll find out one way, or another. You know that.
Virgil: Okay, okay! But don't harm the messenger! Hades raped her, and thought it was you. After he realized it was her, he left her alone in the forest. But that was millenniums ago, so never it mind you. He's paying for his crimes.
Tinsîr : He! Aeris! ...There is not a bad enough punishment for harming her...
Virgil: Ah, Perde had brought your skin. Here, Lady- Tinsîr! Wait! Where are you going!
Tinsཾr : To take care of something. (walking out the door, and into the hall. Virgil follows, and Perde follows Virgil holding skin)
Virgil: You were forgiven, not given a all-you-want-torture license! Next time The Great One, or the High counsel may not be so forgiving!
Tinsîr: That is why I am entering their halls first for permission.
Virgil: You need a summons! You don't summon them!
Tinsîr: Watch me.
Virgil: I can't let you go alone. I'm going with you.
Tinsîr: There is no need. Stay here.
Virgil: I want to. I have never been in there before.
Tinsîr: You still are a curious creature.
Virgil: You still think with your rage before your head.
Tinsîr: (laughs) You have me there. But when both work together everyone is in peril!
Virgil (pauses, puts finger on lips): Maybe I should hide instead. (continues walking)
Tinsîr: have no fear, Tinsîr is here.
Perde: It's getting heavy walking this fast!
Tinsîr: Then fly! Also, please go back, and watch it. I should be able to use it in about an hour mortal realm time.
Perde: Okie dokie daisy! winks starts singing on way back
Virgil: What an odd ball.
Tinsîr: I shouldn't speak if I were you.
Virgil: Singing of mortal songs in the holy realm is such an insult!
Tinsîr: But the mortals have a beauty immortals cannot master save by becoming mortal.
Virgil: Aye, and has my lady done so?
Tinsîr: I am not certain, but I want to achieve it one day.
Virgil: Is that why you sent for your skin?
Tinsîr: No, there are other matters at hand.
Virgil: How did your emergency meeting with Materna go?
Tinsîr: Aw, shintz! I was distracted by the rain.
Virgil: Rain? Is that was that noise was?
Tinsîr: sighs Yes. I must attend to her first, then to my business.
Virgil: Here we go again...
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Materna's Chamber
Tinsîris led into a room of red, and white. Materna is the angel of birth, and all things maternal. She had summoned Tinsîr in dealings with her children, and was quite annoyed by her tardiness. Large sheets of fabric flowed elegantly between the columns, and general feeling of calm, and flow throughout. Maternal nature rested here, Materna the Guardian of children, and parents.
Materna: TinsîrVarda Quis, where have ye been!
Tinsîr: I am forlorn by my sin. Please forgive me, mother of mothers.
Materna: No use in sucking up. (Laughs)
Tinsîr(smiles): Okay.
Materna: I have heard that you are being allowed back into the mortal realm.
Tinsîr: Aye, I have just received permission, but that was after you called for me.
Materna: News travels fast. Also, the Counsel has said this a day ago, but Neathil has with held this from you. There are plots afoot.
Tinsîr: I know.
Materna: There is one more, and it is already done. Ultimecia has already been dealt with. She's dead. I am telling you this for she was your offspring with Hades. As for Dewn, and Aelin, we have a predicament. They are neither mortal, nor immortal. Their fate rests in their own hands.
Tinsîr: ... Such as the Nephilim.
Materna: They are by law Nephilim... However, I am willing to bend this rule one time to allow them to enter our realm after death.
Tinsîr: And Squall?
Materna: ... I am not of mortal man matters. Talk with Mortis concerning him.
Tinsîr(disheartened): Aye, my lady.
Materna: There is a drawing from your eye. What sucks the life from you?
Tinsîr: I am worried about them.
Materna: Worry not so much. There will be your presence with them soon enough.
Tinsîr: ... I must go. Hopefully we will speak again in better circumstances.
Materna: Hopefully.
Tinsîr curtsied, and exited. Virgil stood next to the door impatiently, and stamped his foot as she walked past him.
"Well," he rather irritated asked.
"Well what," Tinsîr replied.
"Well what did shewant?"
"Nothing that is of your concern. I must go to the Council, and then to Him. You may accompany me if you wish."
"I came this far."
"I know. So is that a yes?"
"Yep. I just heard a rumor about that Hades guy."
Tinsîr's face went pale, and she stared at him in fear. Any news about Hades wasn't good news. Her lip trembled, and she asked him what he had heard.
"That he was best buddies with Neathil. So watch your back around him, okay?"
"Neathil... That would explain a lot. But why would Neathil tell me to reenter the mortal realm, and why did he hesitate telling me so?... Very peculiar indeed...He could have not told me, but then he would have been reprimanded... As for waiting a day, why just one day, or even that long? What is he up to?..."
"Lady Tinsîr ."
"Hmm?"
"We should be going."
"Ah, yes. Time is wasting away. Let us be off."
Tinsîr met with the High Counsel, and with Him. Other matters were resolved that will be later stated, but she was allowed to meet with Hades. They walked down the halls, ans stairways into the portal room. Doors to every dimension was against the walls, and their names above the frames. Tinsîr , and Virgil walked into the second portal to the left- purgatory. Fire licked around them, and they walked to a castle amidst the flames. Stone halls were held up my stone floors, and they entered the giant prison.
Tinsîr: There is something amiss.
Virgil: It's where evil is being punished. Of course you feel that way!
Tinsîr: No, something is wrong. Hurry up. I feel compelled to hurry."
Their pace quickened, and they were at the door to Hades' cell. The wooden door clanked open, and they entered. Chains covered the floor, and the bed was in perfect condition- as if never slept on. The room was well adorned, velvet, satin, and such rich fabrics, and materials. Tinsir's heart was about to leap out of her chest, a wave of fear washing over her like never before.
Tinsîr (exuding an ethereal growl): Where is he! Where is HE!
Virgil: He has to be around here somewhere. (looks under a pillow)
Tinsîr: The shackles are unlocked, and he is nowhere to be seen. I have used both of types my eyesight to look for him. He's not here!
Virgil: Are you sure he was in here?
Tinsîr: Yes, I am certain.
Virgil: Where could he have gotten to then?
Tinsîr: Neathil... So that's why you waited one day...
Tinsîr grabbed the shell necklace around her throat, and quickly walked out into the hall. Virgil rushed behind her, and they quickly shut, and locked the door. Raising her face to the ceiling, she let out an alarm. Light, and sound vibrations rushed through all matter, and into the sky. Soon all of heaven, and purgatory was on guard. And so peace was broken.