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Note: Entry # 3: Jolt

Title: Battle Basics



Entry #3: Jolt! – Battle Basics

Why is that every time we enter a town, the Turk (ies) are there? They're threatening us as usual, and we all take a moment to rest while they spout on about Shinra and other crap. We know we're going to have to fight because, well…just because we don't like the Turks, but it'll be a while.

I don't even bother to reach for my Conformer: Cloud's grunting out his self-righteous monologue. Yes, caveman, shake your big stick and protect your tribe. Grrrrrr! Those heathens don't have fire like we do, oh great leader, so flaunt your superiority!

Makes me want to smear clay all over my face and eat raw meat.

And Tifa…oh lord, Ms. I'm-So-Hot-And-Could-Probably-Kick-Your-Ass-Yet-I'm-Trailing-Pathetically-Behind-This-Pseudo-Hero-Wannabe! I love Teef, really I do, but she can find someone else…some one that wants her. Like the bald guy that Cloud's currently barking at: he looks like he's eyeing her up.

Well, as well as a dude wearing glasses can eye a girl up.

And then there's Vinny the Vampire…do I really need to say more?

Cid's jabbing his mop handle at the ground to pass the time through Cloud's monologue. He jumps up suddenly, and it isn't until I see the burn on his hand that I realize he had accidentally flicked cigarette ash onto his skin. Again.

I'm suprised he hasn't set himself on fire yet.

I hear a giggle and I automatically turn to our resident Pretty-In-Pink (Brunette) Barbie, covering her mouth, emerald eyes mirthful. Cait Sith and Red XIII are sitting behind her…

…being Cait Sith and Red XIII.

When we see Cloud raise his sword and charge in, we all snap back to attention and rush towards the Turks. Finally!

Aerith's down first, so we all click a Cure materia in an empty weapon slot just in case. Cait Sith gets whacked in the face, and with an electric fizzle, he's out. Red XIII and Tifa follow after, a nasty snow blizzard sent from the blond Turkey causing them to cling to the sidelines, panting heavily.

So, let's see: there's me, Cloudiebo, Dracula, and the Human Chimney left. Of friggin' course.

All I really am aware of is the screeching blond who's swinging at Cloud and the bald guy who's pummeling at Cid and Vincent, so when I feel a white-hot burning sensation at my left side, I can't help but swear and swing my foot back in retaliation.

After a satisfying crack, my eyes fall onto the (funnier) Cloud counterpart of the Turks. Well, the clutching-his-jaw-in-pain and red-headed funnier counterpart.

He's smirking, and the scar across his face glows brighter then his hair. The nightstick that he holds is crackling with electric energy, but the as my heart wriggles its way up my throat, I forget to chase after him.

Cloud's sword is soon swinging again and the red head guy in back in action, but the kiss he blew my way before jumping back in delivered a shock more powerful than his weapon ever could.

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