I'm trying to write the story I had originally intended.
I don't own any of the Final Fantasy 8 characters, but the six newbies are mine.
I have the pictures of my original characters on my system, so if you want to see the folks you aren't familiar with, go to thao5.tripod.com/galleries/mydraws, and at the end of that address, type in the name of the character '.jpg' and you should see them.
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Chapter 2
"How did we get cornered into this again?" the darkly skinned man rubbed his temples, a killer headache building between them.
The other two men in the room snorted or shrugged.
"Hell if I know," Squall muttered, "But it's not the first time it's happened to me."
"I've just about got this crazy thing figured out," the auburn-haired man growled, "Except for all of these insane, loopy things!"
He held it out for Squall to see, and the brunette muttered, "Those are insane. Aren't they just doodles?"
"It would certainly explain it," Max looked at them again, "Actually, I think you're right."
"I just wish we could get done with this damned mess," Squall shook his head and returned to ciphering.
"nh," Max set the original copy in a painfully small pile, and then pulled his translation of it out of the notebook, placing it on an even smaller pile, "How is it that they can volunteer us for this, and then they complain when we don't eat regularly?"
"Helifino," Kiros muttered quickly under his breath.
Someone knocked on the door, and then opened it.
"I hope you're all decent," Quistis laughed, carrying a tray in her hands.
"What did you expect," Kiros wrinkled his nose, "We were taking so long because we were doing three ways?"
"Well," Quistis paused, "Actually, that was a question among some of the others."
"If you're going to complain," Max snapped, "Then help out."
"I can't," Quistis giggled, leaving the tray on the table between the three men, "Because that would just encourage them to the idea."
All three rolled their eyes.
"AW, get out!" Max looked up long enough to throw a mock glare her way, then returned to the next file he had to redo.
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"So how did they take the joke?" Irvine drawled as Quistis reached the others.
"Actually, I didn't tell it," Quistis shrugged.
"Aw, come on, Quisty!" Irvine whined, "Why not?"
"Because they responded with the punch line before I could bring it up," Quistis flopped into a chair.
"Wait," Irvine paled.
"They've worked almost twelve hours straight, and you're worried that they've actually been," Maria shuddered, "Sheesh, Kinneas, you're a perv!"
"Nah," Selphie giggled madly around her joke, "He's just jealous 'cause he ain't in on it!"
Irvine's face flushed a deep red, "HEY!"
"Well," Xia smirked, "After all the comments you've made, you ought to have been prepared for it."
Zell slipped through the door, with Edgar and Lynne following, "Finally, they got the point!"
"I never would have thought that kids could be so silly," Lynne muttered.
"When you're trying to teach CPR to seven and eight-year-olds, it doesn't really work," Edgar groaned, "When this place is properly functioning, we should be able to teach it later, like, when they're fifteen!"
"That sounds like a ton of fun," Xia smiled, "What was their problem, the dummies?"
"No," Zell groaned, "It was the fact that they might have to use it at a later date on someone who wasn't one of the plastic dummies."
"Shouldn't someone go rescue those three from the paperwork?" Maria poked a finger out toward the office Quistis had just come from.
"Seifer said he would in about an hour," Quistis leaned against the chair, "And I trust him because he's learned not to be snide around Kiros."
"What happened?" Lynne blinked.
"Seifer started to make fun of Kiros, and then Kiros promptly shut him up with a real stinger! To bad I can't remember it."
"I asked him if the beads ever hit him in the face when he swung his head too fast," Seifer paused in the room for a minute, "And he asked me why my ego hadn't yet suffocated me."
"And that's a zinger?" Lynne snorted, "I don't see how."
"Most people just fluster up and get all uptight," Siefer shook his head, grinning slightly, "That was the first time someone had thrown one right back. So I don't pester him."
"Pity none of the rest of us can get off so lightly," Zell muttered under his breath.
"What's that Chicken-Wuss?" Seifer grinned when the blonde flared up.
"Aw leave him alone, sour puss," Edgar groaned, "We really don't need him riled right now, after all, he, Lynne and Selphie have to talk the children into going to sleep soon."
"I get the point," Seifer smirked, and then headed out the door, "I think I'll go give the half-hour warning."
~
This is starting off about as slowly as the first did. Maybe slower....
I hope those questions get answered...
I don't own any of the Final Fantasy 8 characters, but the six newbies are mine.
I have the pictures of my original characters on my system, so if you want to see the folks you aren't familiar with, go to thao5.tripod.com/galleries/mydraws, and at the end of that address, type in the name of the character '.jpg' and you should see them.
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Chapter 2
"How did we get cornered into this again?" the darkly skinned man rubbed his temples, a killer headache building between them.
The other two men in the room snorted or shrugged.
"Hell if I know," Squall muttered, "But it's not the first time it's happened to me."
"I've just about got this crazy thing figured out," the auburn-haired man growled, "Except for all of these insane, loopy things!"
He held it out for Squall to see, and the brunette muttered, "Those are insane. Aren't they just doodles?"
"It would certainly explain it," Max looked at them again, "Actually, I think you're right."
"I just wish we could get done with this damned mess," Squall shook his head and returned to ciphering.
"nh," Max set the original copy in a painfully small pile, and then pulled his translation of it out of the notebook, placing it on an even smaller pile, "How is it that they can volunteer us for this, and then they complain when we don't eat regularly?"
"Helifino," Kiros muttered quickly under his breath.
Someone knocked on the door, and then opened it.
"I hope you're all decent," Quistis laughed, carrying a tray in her hands.
"What did you expect," Kiros wrinkled his nose, "We were taking so long because we were doing three ways?"
"Well," Quistis paused, "Actually, that was a question among some of the others."
"If you're going to complain," Max snapped, "Then help out."
"I can't," Quistis giggled, leaving the tray on the table between the three men, "Because that would just encourage them to the idea."
All three rolled their eyes.
"AW, get out!" Max looked up long enough to throw a mock glare her way, then returned to the next file he had to redo.
~
"So how did they take the joke?" Irvine drawled as Quistis reached the others.
"Actually, I didn't tell it," Quistis shrugged.
"Aw, come on, Quisty!" Irvine whined, "Why not?"
"Because they responded with the punch line before I could bring it up," Quistis flopped into a chair.
"Wait," Irvine paled.
"They've worked almost twelve hours straight, and you're worried that they've actually been," Maria shuddered, "Sheesh, Kinneas, you're a perv!"
"Nah," Selphie giggled madly around her joke, "He's just jealous 'cause he ain't in on it!"
Irvine's face flushed a deep red, "HEY!"
"Well," Xia smirked, "After all the comments you've made, you ought to have been prepared for it."
Zell slipped through the door, with Edgar and Lynne following, "Finally, they got the point!"
"I never would have thought that kids could be so silly," Lynne muttered.
"When you're trying to teach CPR to seven and eight-year-olds, it doesn't really work," Edgar groaned, "When this place is properly functioning, we should be able to teach it later, like, when they're fifteen!"
"That sounds like a ton of fun," Xia smiled, "What was their problem, the dummies?"
"No," Zell groaned, "It was the fact that they might have to use it at a later date on someone who wasn't one of the plastic dummies."
"Shouldn't someone go rescue those three from the paperwork?" Maria poked a finger out toward the office Quistis had just come from.
"Seifer said he would in about an hour," Quistis leaned against the chair, "And I trust him because he's learned not to be snide around Kiros."
"What happened?" Lynne blinked.
"Seifer started to make fun of Kiros, and then Kiros promptly shut him up with a real stinger! To bad I can't remember it."
"I asked him if the beads ever hit him in the face when he swung his head too fast," Seifer paused in the room for a minute, "And he asked me why my ego hadn't yet suffocated me."
"And that's a zinger?" Lynne snorted, "I don't see how."
"Most people just fluster up and get all uptight," Siefer shook his head, grinning slightly, "That was the first time someone had thrown one right back. So I don't pester him."
"Pity none of the rest of us can get off so lightly," Zell muttered under his breath.
"What's that Chicken-Wuss?" Seifer grinned when the blonde flared up.
"Aw leave him alone, sour puss," Edgar groaned, "We really don't need him riled right now, after all, he, Lynne and Selphie have to talk the children into going to sleep soon."
"I get the point," Seifer smirked, and then headed out the door, "I think I'll go give the half-hour warning."
~
This is starting off about as slowly as the first did. Maybe slower....
I hope those questions get answered...