A/N: Hey. Kuro here. Once more here's another installation of the epic story, Another Calling. As of now, my story has reached the 50 review mark, thus, calling for celebration. Reiko ahs commemorated me with a Haagen Daaz (hope I spelled that right) Cookies and Cream Ice Cream Cup (don't know the name) as she herself takes her own mint chocolate chip concoction and she of course asked for hot fudge and warm brownies for both ours. Unfortunately, I love sweets, so this is of course a blessing from above, so to say.
And now I shall allow Reiko a piece of this page to write her own comments concerning my situation of stand-bys.
Hello. This is Reiko Yoshihiro, friend of Kuro and owner of account Tsuriai-Teen. As I have looked, the majority of the reviews have been somewhat (if not totally) positive gives Kuro thumbs up. I'm glad he began writing, I've been constantly badgering him about his work, he's a good writer, no doubt, and his future's pretty much ensured with his skills, lol.
So I leave now, allowing him to once more weave the story you so wish to read. Thanks for reading the Reiko section! Ciao!
Kuro once more. Yes, I will now have a Reiko section, for I must. And I feel it is best to show the person who acts as my beta writer, and to give her the complimentary status in my work here. But thanks for reading . . .
And so, I present another chapter.
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Disclaimer: I do not own FF7, or FF9.
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Chapter III.
Part II.
Finally! Real bullets!
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If any of his flesh had been fully exposed within the impacts of the cold winds, they would have been frostbitten. Of course, parts of his face were feeling the iciness creeping over the surface, but a shrug or two helped. His cloak was thrown behind him upon the increased wind currents, revealing his black clothed body. If it had not been for the clasps that held his collar, the cloak itself would have been long gone upon his journey to the wind's source.
The hallway stopped, and Vincent looked upward, feeling the wind now above him. What he saw was rather . . . surprising.
"Hee hee hee . . . So you have awakened?" Vincent felt the need to reply. Such arrogance could only come from the perpetrator.
"Awaken? As you can see, I have not fallen under this so called spell. What magic are you using to invoke this wind?" He did not raise the gun, hoping to look, seemingly harmless.
Okay, as harmless as he COULD look to be.
"Impossible!" The voice spat. "No being can resist my magic! No being can resist the magical aura being imposed! I am superior!" Apparently, it worked, and he felt the rush of air lessen. His hair no longer snapped behind him and his cloak returned to rest around his body. The winds were reduced to a refreshing breeze, one that let some of the little warmth he had return. The sound of slipping footsteps caused him to look up, pinpointing the figure. But suddenly, he saw a dark blur falling towards him. He jumped and slide partially away from his spot. The being landed with a hard crash, but the pair of eyes made him almost widened his eyes in surprise.
'Vivi?' No. This thing was not the little mage. Although it held similar characteristics, such as the embodied darkness of the body, or the neon yellow-like eyes, it was far different.
Its body seemed to be sown together as he saw certain joints and bending points that were mended by thick strands of thread, allowing it to imitate the movements of man's form. Its maroon shirt and white trousers were sown on the mage's body, and its body was deformed, almost like a hunchback's. Its yellow neon eyes were not round and ovallish like the curious mage's, rather, they were curled into slits, almost feral-like. They seemed to crackle with power.
In its hand was a single large bell of gold, which dangled by a single metal-rung string.
Altogether, the mage didn't look too strong. A few shots would kill it, and perhaps magic was unnecessary. But the thoughts of seeing another like Vivi made him feel, disturbed.
"Are you familiar with a child black mage?" He had to ask.
"WHAT!" And now he wished he didn't ask. The mage was furious. "I—THE BLACK WALTZ CANNOT POSSIBLY BE COMPARED TO A MERE FAILURE! YOU WILL PAY FOR ASKING SUCH AN IDIOTIC QUESTION TO A BEING SUPERIOR IN MAGICAL POTENTIAL!" His voice unfortunately resonated within the ice walls of the large cavern. Vincent gritted his teeth. He really did hate such loud voices, which was why he didn't like being in the company of Barret or Cid. They invoked too much noise and attention for their own good. A stealth mission was a major no-no with those two. But at least the Black Waltz, or whatever it was didn't swear.
However, he did just make the Black Waltz infuriated, and immediately took the chance. He brought up his gun, but the sound of the bell rang throughout the hallow of the cavern.
"Come forth my lovely beast! Rise and serve me!"
The ground began rumbling, and Vincent kept his body stiff and upright, readying himself to spring at any moment.
A tingling sensation went down his spine as great blasts of air erupted from above. And he could tell the damn thing the Black Waltz was calling was giant. And ugly. He dug his pointed toe boots into the icy floor, and pumped his leg muscles to jump to distance himself away.
A giant SMASH erupted, and Vincent's eyes squinted at the monster.
'It is always a big, powerful, AND ugly fiend.' He thought to himself. But upon thinking, he realized how influenced he was by Chaos. He cursed.
But it was true, it was not only ugly.
It was completely hideous.
The thing before him was a mutated sea walrus, its blubberous body was condensed at the bottom where its belly supported the whole of it. Its thick skin was an icy blue, and had spots of dark black, grey and navy blue speckling all over it. Its flippers were not attached to the body. Instead, by magical attachment, they were only a few feet away from the main body of the walrus, but nonetheless, it was supporting the being.
The top of its head was stubby and lined with thick broken whiskers, and its eyes were a blood red. At the center of its chest was a single orb of sapphire that made him think of the beating heart as it slowly pulsated.
The strangest thing of all was that it was floating in the air, its fins almost acted like wings as they moved up and down in a smooth and slow motion, its body moving along with the flaps, slicing into the walls of the Cavern like a hot knife being pressed into a bar of soft butter. But Vincent already knew that the thing couldn't possibly support itself alone. He spotted flurry of sparks being emitted from the single bell that was dangling out of the Black Waltz's hand.
"Sealion! Follow my orders and attack that man!" That was the monster's name? Sealion? How unoriginal and . . . easily thought up.
As the Sealion continued to float there, Vincent's mind began winding well oiled gears in the mind, whirring for an idea for a weakness. But his eyes went and laid upon the Black Waltz which cackled evilly, feeling secure.
He made his choice.
His unlocked the safety, making eyes go to the gunslinger. He raised the gun, pinpointing. He glared at the black magic summoner with blood red eyes. "I wonder if you are composed of flesh, or fluff." This made the black mage's curved eyes widen.
With that, he pulled the trigger once; the familiar rebound shook his arm. It felt wonderful to use real bullets, not those mind-inducing bullets of mental manifestations. The bullet was pumped with amplified pressure, a golden afterimage light trailed behind its course.
A blood-curdling scream was his answer from his target, the being clutching its bullet wound, black mist was streaming out. It trembled, its yellow eyes dimming slightly.
"Neither flesh nor fluff." Vincent said with sated curiosity, before aiming at the next open target. The other arm. "How pathetic." Vincent triggered the gun once more. Another light golden shot burst from the barrels. Another blood-curdling scream.
"You—you—how—what?" The Black Waltz was reduced to babbling, confused eyes remained on the weapon of Vincent's choice. Vincent couldn't stand it. The enemy was so, weak.
"You say you are strong? How is it possible when young Vivi seems to possess more power and tenacity than you, the Black Waltz? For someone who gloats, you do not seem to hold the title itself. Black Waltz, dance of death, a pity to a name so grand." Vincent, no longer feeling merciful jumped forward, and planted the gun's barrels before the surface of the dark misty face of the mage. Curved cresent eyes became wide fearful orbs. Truly, a simple being. A simple evil being, but simple.
"Sealion! TAKE VENGEANCE!" The being screamed, and with that, he pulled the trigger one more time. At point blank, the creature couldn't possibly survive.
And it did not. It crumpled to the ground, black mist billowing from the epitome of the once alive figure like billowing bounds of air. Vincent squinted his eyes as the clothes themselves began to deteriorate at an alarming rate.
Soon, the single bell that the mage had in its hand clattered on the floor. However, it did not disappear. But before Vincent could realize the truth, another thing interrupted his train of thought.
An ear-splitting roar emanated on the walls. Vincent felt unknown winds behind him and turned, his heavy cloak threatening to fly away at any moment. He turned and saw the monster, the Sealion enraged. But how in the world did it become so?
'The creature's master has been killed. It wishes for revenge.' Vincent already knew this. However, the situation was now dire. Sure he could easily fight off the creature, but it was the damage it could cause. What if its power shattered the thick walls? The possibilities of that happening was 1 in approximately 3964, however, the number was still pretty small for a large creature.
He hated these cramp spaces, and the ice itself did not help. However, it was a monster, he had to exterminate it. Though it would be an annoying battle.
The Sealion's giant body rose, a single razor flipper was being raised. Vincent moved out of the range of the Sealion's flipper attack. But it flapped its flippers once more and flew towards the gunslinger, its intent to slice him in two with those rather dangerous flippers.
With no time to move in the air, Vincent pulled forth familiar commands, changing his form, his cloak wrapping around his body, his arms crossed over his chest, Cerberus still within the right hand. His mind whirred as it began pulling his apart for the metamorphosis.
The Sealion's slicing fin passed through the thickness of Vincent's cloak, but the cloak did not slice away. Instead, it moved fluidly around the pathway of the flipper, and danced in the air, looking harmless. But suddenly, it loomed towards the Sealion. The Sealion however did not attack it, its fascination in the gliding cloth caused it to edge towards it, animalistic instinct overtaking its original intent.
But as it seemed to calm, the one hidden within the façade took up Cerberus and shot 4 shots. Each was accurate and precise, explosions of gold and crimson exploded from the barrels.
Each of the Sealion's flippers was shot two times, creating cracks within the now fragile ice-like wings. It screamed, waving its flippers about. The cloak of crimson flew up to the ledge above the Sealion and began to swirl into a single point. The enclosed seams burst away from a strange blast of air within its core, and Vincent reappeared once more, the gun in his hand smoking. His eyes glared at the Sealion, which moved its head about in confusion, looking for the blood red cloak.
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Years, or rather millenniums helped lengthen the tolerance of his transformations, as well as tone down the anger he felt during times of life. Anger for the immortality he had been forced into after his seemingly painful death, and even more excruciating revival.
However, there were times when he felt it welling within him. The power within him was growing immensely with each passing year, and he had been able to suppress it for so long. Even Chaos, though tamed, was vicious when the powered surfaced again. It seemed power was something his body wished so badly to take, yet, he knew it was something he couldn't possibly complete. But the time to release such energy was not now.
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"Whoa! What the hell?" It couldn't be . . . Vincent turned.
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There stood Zidane, his eyes trained on the Sealion, which from his voice, not honed in on the monkey-tailed boy.
"Holy crap. What the hell are you?" It sounded like an insult, and the Sealion did take it as one. But unlike the attacks Vincent had been avoiding, the Sealion brought back both of its wing-like fins, as if preparing for something large and ominous.
"ROOOOAAR!" For the first time, it freed a battlecry, and Vincent felt something powerful welling within the monster. And it wasn't another fin attack, he was sure.
He saw strange flairs of crimson floating around the Sealion, its wing-like fins began to slow down. He saw Zidane spot this as well. Indeed, it was a warning, a signal for an attack.
The sound of roaring water. Vincent's ears were flooded by the sounds, making him hiss away. But his eyes widened as he saw a wave crashed from within the thick walls of ice, hazardously, their direction forwarding to Zidane's position. Zidane had not expected such a ravaging attack, and gasped sharply as ice cold water overtook his body.
Vincent saw the boy tumble in the giant wave's recurring mass, and as it moved back, it showed Zidane whose body was implanted within the ice wall. Such power. He couldn't imagine the cold the boy was feeling. The water had soaked him to the bone, and everything clung to him, his hair stuck upon his face. His daggers were yet to be taken out from their sheathes.
"Shit . . . I'm definitely pissed." Such vulgar language from the young man, how he could he couldn't possibly know of. He watched as Zidane pushed himself off of the wall, his cat-like eyes glaring at the giant behemoth towering over him. He was no longer shivering from the icy coldness from before.
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It had been awhile. He hadn't seen anyone ever reach their limit's maximum in a long time. The last time he saw it was during the time the Gardens had existed. There was once a girl who bore wings of white for a limit break. Quite a sight to see.
And right before him was a boy who was gathering the spirit energy necessary for the attack. A note he had taken was this, those who were either pinpointing on a strong emotional anchor had the power to unleash these powers. For Cloud, he had the feelings that caused him to become the protector of the planet. Aeris' was that of a saintly kindness that guarded and guided others. Yuffie's . . . well, that one was a bit exceptional. It could be the feelings of pride or honor over the spiritual strength she had.
His own limit break. It was twisted. Nothing more than a blackened rotting power that still laid barely alive within him. Though Chaos was the only one with a humane mind, the others housed within him were all stripped of all logic, and only had the barest of instincts.
The emotions that were ebbing off of Zidane were . . . powerful. Very powerful. And pure. Something that felt virtuous. Virtue, perhaps that was the emotional grasp that Zidane had of his power.
Wisps of crimson ebbed from the boy, his hair began flaring around his face, flowing in a calm wind. His body pulsated, almost throwing Vincent off as his watched. The energy that floated around him spread throughout the room, as if taking in spirit particles from the scattering air. And then, it began to gather. The sprites of crimson light beckoned into one spot, within the chest of the boy.
It then exploded, causing the room to be flooded with blood red light.
Vincent closed his eyes as they stung from the sudden change of light, and reopened them slowly, regaining his sight.
What he saw was amazing.
Usually, when someone met his or her limit, a specific move or attack was made or manifested from the situation. Cloud's attack revolved around the amplification of the sword, while his attack merely morphed his already mutated body into further stages of metamorphosis. However, the one before him displayed nothing of the sort.
Crimson light bathed him, but his body was changed. Or rather, seemed to have changed the clothing he wore. Instead of his second-hand and dirtied garments, the boy wore thick loincloth of the fullest furs, his hands and feet revealing elongated nails that were sharp and thin. A smirk revealed sharpened fangs, and his cat-like eyes became extremely feral. The tail which was once meek and tamed thrashed fiercely behind his body, creating cracks in the ice floor.
His weapon was different, now coated with the red miasma being expelled from the core of his body. And the wisps created shockwaves with each burst of light, causing the Sealion to stagger in its floating path.
"Damn beast . . . I'm going to cut you down!" Zidane slowly raised his left hand, aiming to the heart of the beast, which pulsed at each passing second.
Vincent watched in awe, seeing for the first time a newly created limit manifestation. This was one he had never seen before. And he felt power, as well as dread from it. The very feelings were unknown, but he did feel them before. He just couldn't place the time and place he had.
Energy gathered within Zidane's hand, and Vincent began moving away from the back of the Sealion, knowing that what was to come would be catastrophic.
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'Is this . . . the Lifestream infused limit?' Chaos spoke once more, but the words caught Vincent's mind.
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'Lifestream infused . . . limit?'
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'An altercation to the limit manifestation. Unlike the limit that your comrades had before, this one is infused by the magical properties of the Lifestream, as they were naturally doused and borne w/ the Lifestream's living materials of the world.'
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'How in the world do you know of these things?' Vincent heard a strange laughter within his mind, making it almost echo within the barriers.
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'Sometimes, it is more noticeable than you think Vincent.'
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His mind was back on the battle, and the crimson light that had been surrounding Zidane's body was now gathering its wisps within the left hand outstretched. The power brightened the room, bathing it in blood-light. Vincent jumped down from the cliff to prevent any slip or fall, and watched the attack upon his descent.
Zidane let out a battle cry, the light now condensed in his hand. And right there and then, it exploded outward, bathing the Sealion in a ray of light (A/N: Now I know what some of you are thinking. What? Is this DBZ or something! O..o no, it's not. This is an attack based on the observations I have had when playing the game.).
The Sealion roared within the cavern walls, shaking the very icicles that were fragilely hanging from above. Many fell, crashing into nothingness on the solid ice floors. Vincent was caught in the rain of icicles, but used it for his advantage. With ease he brought his body weight around each large icicle, making sure to create enough lift for the next jump. It was almost like swinging on tree branches, except they were cold, and he had to use his claw to grip them long enough to maneuver around them.
The icicles were no more, and Vincent landed softly on the ground, not making a sound. The thought of a vampire still fresh in his mind. Perhaps he did become somewhat of a vampire.
He looked up, Zidane no longer within the light of blood. He was panting, it seemed that his attack was behind the whole of the attack. But that didn't bring down the Sealion. It injured it, but nothing more.
"How the hell are you still alive? Dammit." Zidane's body was beginning to weaken. Vincent made a move to walk towards the boy, when a single object stopped his foot. He tapped it. And heart it. He looked down.
There laid the single bell, the bell that the Black Waltz had carelessly left behind.
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But did he?
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And why was it still in the same place, despite the giant wave of water that had drawn itself over the Sealion's body itself? And why didn't it simply disappear after the Black Waltz's demise?
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Unless.
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It was not a part of the Black Waltz. That perhaps, the creature itself was tied to the bell.
That was only a thought, that was only a possibility.
But it was a possibility that was more than likely correct.
He bent down and picked the bell up, looking at its design. Crude really, but on its metallic shell were a set of rune-like glowing lines, pulsing like a heart.
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A heart.
It was a good chance.
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His eyes remained on Zidane, who still didn't notice his presence. A smirk appeared behind his collar as he rose up from his crouching position.
His claw hand held the bell, and with swift accuracy, whipped the bell in Zidane's path. The bell's chime clang hard within the sides as it spun. This caused Zidane to react instantaneously.
Vincent knew of his life as a thief, but he could have been taken from an assassin with the graceful accuracy and stealth he possessed. But his bright-like attitude seemed to destroy that very image. And it was almost like seeing beyond the strange mask the boy possessed as feral blue eyes honed in at the spinning object.
Zidane brought both his arms and daggers down on the propelled object, the sound of metal slicing metal rang within the walls of the caverns. Upon its halved cut, the bell's halves fell down with a clatter.
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Vincent looked at it.
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It was silent.
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And suddenly, the Sealion began to moan painfully, the bell's halves cracking in several places. As the cracks grew wider, the Sealion began to fade. It's tail pounded upon the wall, doing nothing as the icicles were long gone.
The bell simply became dust. And the moans of the Sealion were no more as it faded completely, leaving nothing to show of its existence.
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Vincent began walking towards the cavern hallway, causing Zidane to jump from the motioned footsteps.
"Ah! Vince? What are you—" Vincent stopped the boy's sentence, his unworldly eyes locking within the boy's feral ones.
"If the Sealion is gone, then this must be a signal of the awakening of the others. It is better for us to assist them upon their leap to the conscious world." Zidane nodded in agreement, and jogged up to Vincent, meeting his pace. The smaller teen looked up at the taller immortal.
"What the heck was—"
"And I advise you Mr. Tribal, that it is best to not discuss of these events to the others."
"But—" Vincent glared at the boy, stopping him again.
"Unless you wish for suspicion of your awakening, then I advise you to stay quiet."
"But why didn't you fall asleep?"
" . . . . . . Pain. Pain assists and allows the person to remain in the conscious world." Vincent looked up, seeing the bodies beginning to move. "Nothing more."
There was silence. And then, Zidane spoke. "But can't I--" Vincent knew what he was going to say, and shook his head, calmly speaking.
"No."
"Damn Vince. Always . . . damn cryptic bastard . . ." Vincent smiled beneath, giving a short and silent sigh as Zidane ran up to check on the Princess.
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For once, he had to agree with Chaos. Perhaps this was the best time to reintroduce himself to human. But he checked on his gun, still loaded. He put the safety back on.
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END OF CHAPTER III.
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A/N: Hope you enjoyed this chapter. I certainly liked writing the fighting scene out, though I forgot what Zidane's Trance ability (FF9 version of the limit break) attack was. Damn, well, I'm too lazy to go back into the game, so heh, just gonna give a description. But that's all folks. Oh! I forgot, I must reply to my fellow reviewers!
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Reviewer Replies:
RedHerring1412—Thanks for the comment, I most appreciate it! I hope you enjoyed this chapter as well!
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RHKGriever—Heh, so I'm in the Advanced Curriculum of writing, thanks a lot man. It makes me feel better, and still it motivates me more when I see very thorough comments such as yours. And I was aiming to elaborating the details of the world of FF9 because I knew that many would be unfamiliar with the story and structure of the world. I hope my work continues to please you and my other fellow and loyal readers.
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KADavid—Wow, you're right, that is a long review. But I've seen a lot of reviews that have gone WAY beyond the need of a single paragraph, and becoming a 2-3 page review. So yours is not bad, but it at least gives me some clues to how I write. Oh, and forgive me of the crapped up dialogue areas, I'm still working on that. Reiko will definitely help me improve at this point, but she's working at the moment. Car repairs, she should be writing dammit.
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PhoenixCharmer116—Wow, you're a really BIG Vincent fan. So you're a fangirl. And as I look over there, I see you and Vincent together, well, Vincent's pale face is reddening to the shade of a tomato, and you're giggling madly as you snuggle into his chest. Man, really, give him a teensy bit of space. But other than that, thanks for the comment, and very exciting action-y dialogue in between.
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Boudicca Arturia—Yes! Vincente go!! I know, ain't Vincent the greatest character? Well, to write with. He's pretty much an enigma to begin with, and its fun molding his character!
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Lord Makura—I am pleased that I have pleased the lord! bows down humbly, and walks away into the shadows.
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DuoAkira—And I hope your waiting has been sated for now! The chapter I packed more oomph into it, didn't want it to lose the whole Vincent gunslinger mode!
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Firehedgehog—Thanks for the good luck girlie, it really helped! A . . . okay, A+ mwa ha ha ha! I laugh at Reiko's face. Okay, maybe not. But thanks for the encouragement, it made me feel much better, and I'm glad it did. I probably would have bombed it if not for your cheer (and Reiko's tutoring).
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yllom21—Thanks a lot, a nice short, concise, and thorough review that makes me feel well assured that I am allowing my readers full details and elaborations of the visual aids within my mind! And I hope this chapter helped!
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Aldalena—Well, for one, Vincent wasn't AS cold and distant at the end of his time w/ AVALANCHE. The venison, well, couldn't call it FANG BEEF, then it'd be from a cow, lol. And of course, I had to add that little "dark secret" gimmick. I won't be revealing Chaos soon, I hope. I do not wish to write about the being until later in the story, when Vincent's role in the world becomes more solidified in time. And as for the moogles, well, yeah, you did hit a good point, but I ain't tellin' which one. 3
Well, sorry if all your questions haven't been answered yet, but I hope they will soon. If you are in need of answers to some confusing points, just PM me on Reiko's account, and I'll reply as soon as I can.
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Sirius123—Sorry, but I'm a senior in high school, thus, school does call for certain responsibilities. I am in a play, and there are roles that must be fulfilled. And I hope this chapter helps you with your patience. You do remind me of Reiko when she's waiting for her food to completely cook in the microwave. Nuking it, so it seems. Heh, but thanks!
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Nataku's Wrath—Well, hello once more my friend. As you have asked, bullets have been added to his arsenal, but they will be used at a minimum. However, I hope the use of the bullets in his chapter helped a lot. And there is a reason why I made the moogle somehow acquire these bullets. But that'll be revealed in time. Oh, and I hope to read another chapter soon, I wait for the update of your story, The Gunslinger.
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Vince Fanatic—Well dude, glad you enjoyed it. And I'm sorry about the whole cliffhanger, but it proved to be good for this chapter, ne? And thanks for the advice man, the quality vs. quantity does assist me in my brainstorming. And OMFGOGs . . . that's funny XD
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Well, that's pretty much it. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and please REVIEW!!!
Hai, thank you very much.
Sincerely,
Kuro.
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