I'm trying to write the story I had originally intended.
I don't own any of the Final Fantasy 8 characters, but the newbies are mine.
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Chapter 12
Zell scratched his head, and wondered aloud, "Wonder who all the Guardians need to talk to. After all, we've been scattered out for the completion of Centra Garden."
"Damn, that's right," Lynne groaned, "I gotta go to Balamb with the ice twins."
Edgar snorted, "It's not like you're the only one going there."
Lynne grinned, "Hey yeah, you'll be there too."
"So will Irvine," Edgar rolled his eyes, "How is it that the only co-ed group is going to Trabia?"
Eric blinked, "That's right. We are in the only group with both genders present. Why are you so distressed, Edgar? It's not like you're dating any of the girls. Is it?"
The blonde man flushed, "No. That's why it's so bad."
Lynne snickered, "Poor baby, can't get a girl?"
"Shut up, Lynne," Ariadne glared at the redhead, "It's not like you're faring any better!"
~Can we cease with the childish banter?~
Zell grinned as the others all jumped at Gilgamesh's sudden interruption.
"Since you Guardians are so willing to divulge information," Eric snorted dryly, "Could you fill us in on how exactly Odin survived Seifer's attack?"
^Wasn't he cryptic enough the first time you asked?^
"Perhaps so," Eric blinked, "But we may need the information later."
"Nah," Zell shook his head, "What good would it do us to know how a Guardian survived an attack like that? We can't, and it won't help us any to know how to kill them either."
"Fine, fine, fine," Eric sighed, "I'll give up."
~~We know it is only for now.~~
The white-haired man laughed, "How true. That's one of the main complaints from my instructors. They called it insatiable, unstoppable curiosity. It also landed me into more trouble than anyone would guess."
"Not to mention the possible use of material for blackmail," Lynne grinned.
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"The Garden hasn't changed much in the three years it's been since I was last here," Max sat in one of the most heavily cushioned chairs in the guest area sitting room. Irvine sat in a wooden chair, backwards, and Squall had flopped down into another of the large armchairs.
"It seems a little smaller, actually," Squall muttered, "If only because they've got us sharing rooms."
"That is kinda funny, ain't it?" Irvine twisted his head from side to side, cracking his neck, "I mean, all the students share room pairs, and the SeeDs get individual rooms, but guests get a choice of three rooms, and you two lost out."
Max snorted, "The only reason Squall, Edgar, Lynne and I are set up in pairs is because they suspected that you would be able to come up with your own bed partners."
"So they're trying to hook you four up?" Irvine grinned at the shocked expression that crossed Max's and Squall's faces. The idea evidently had never occurred to them prior to that point.
After a pause, Squall raised an eyebrow, "So then why are they rooming us with other guys?"
Irvine shrugged, "I dunno, maybe they think you'd appreciate it more."
A knock on the door cut off the conversation, and Irvine stood to answer it.
"Irvine, I presume that Max and Squall are in there as well?" Cid nodded.
"Nah," Irvine joked, stepping back, "They're in their room, christening the bed."
Cid nodded distractedly, "I can come back later, if I must," then he noticed the other two in the room, "That was fast?"
Irvine doubled over. Max shot a glare at the pony-tailed man, and Squall just flinched.
"Sir," Max's voice barely registered above a growl, "Never mind him. What did you need to talk to us about?"
Coughing slightly, Cid began by asking, "You do remember Caraway's mission, right?"
"Yes," Squall shrugged, "Kiros sent some of our Instructors to investigate."
"Well," Cid sighed, "They shouldn't have."
"Why not?" Irvine had recovered from his laughter, and was completely serious, "Is there something about the rogue Guardians that ain't right?"
"That's what the mission was?" Max blinked, "Now I know why Caraway was so determined to keep me out of the mission briefing. He knows I'm capable of communicating with the Guardians. If nothing else, I would have known that was a red herring."
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It is starting to move around in a weird way, so I can't even hope to tell you what the intent is... ~Cliches bad quotes, and a strange sense of humor, all in one place, who could ask for less?~
I don't own any of the Final Fantasy 8 characters, but the newbies are mine.
~
Chapter 12
Zell scratched his head, and wondered aloud, "Wonder who all the Guardians need to talk to. After all, we've been scattered out for the completion of Centra Garden."
"Damn, that's right," Lynne groaned, "I gotta go to Balamb with the ice twins."
Edgar snorted, "It's not like you're the only one going there."
Lynne grinned, "Hey yeah, you'll be there too."
"So will Irvine," Edgar rolled his eyes, "How is it that the only co-ed group is going to Trabia?"
Eric blinked, "That's right. We are in the only group with both genders present. Why are you so distressed, Edgar? It's not like you're dating any of the girls. Is it?"
The blonde man flushed, "No. That's why it's so bad."
Lynne snickered, "Poor baby, can't get a girl?"
"Shut up, Lynne," Ariadne glared at the redhead, "It's not like you're faring any better!"
~Can we cease with the childish banter?~
Zell grinned as the others all jumped at Gilgamesh's sudden interruption.
"Since you Guardians are so willing to divulge information," Eric snorted dryly, "Could you fill us in on how exactly Odin survived Seifer's attack?"
^Wasn't he cryptic enough the first time you asked?^
"Perhaps so," Eric blinked, "But we may need the information later."
"Nah," Zell shook his head, "What good would it do us to know how a Guardian survived an attack like that? We can't, and it won't help us any to know how to kill them either."
"Fine, fine, fine," Eric sighed, "I'll give up."
~~We know it is only for now.~~
The white-haired man laughed, "How true. That's one of the main complaints from my instructors. They called it insatiable, unstoppable curiosity. It also landed me into more trouble than anyone would guess."
"Not to mention the possible use of material for blackmail," Lynne grinned.
~
"The Garden hasn't changed much in the three years it's been since I was last here," Max sat in one of the most heavily cushioned chairs in the guest area sitting room. Irvine sat in a wooden chair, backwards, and Squall had flopped down into another of the large armchairs.
"It seems a little smaller, actually," Squall muttered, "If only because they've got us sharing rooms."
"That is kinda funny, ain't it?" Irvine twisted his head from side to side, cracking his neck, "I mean, all the students share room pairs, and the SeeDs get individual rooms, but guests get a choice of three rooms, and you two lost out."
Max snorted, "The only reason Squall, Edgar, Lynne and I are set up in pairs is because they suspected that you would be able to come up with your own bed partners."
"So they're trying to hook you four up?" Irvine grinned at the shocked expression that crossed Max's and Squall's faces. The idea evidently had never occurred to them prior to that point.
After a pause, Squall raised an eyebrow, "So then why are they rooming us with other guys?"
Irvine shrugged, "I dunno, maybe they think you'd appreciate it more."
A knock on the door cut off the conversation, and Irvine stood to answer it.
"Irvine, I presume that Max and Squall are in there as well?" Cid nodded.
"Nah," Irvine joked, stepping back, "They're in their room, christening the bed."
Cid nodded distractedly, "I can come back later, if I must," then he noticed the other two in the room, "That was fast?"
Irvine doubled over. Max shot a glare at the pony-tailed man, and Squall just flinched.
"Sir," Max's voice barely registered above a growl, "Never mind him. What did you need to talk to us about?"
Coughing slightly, Cid began by asking, "You do remember Caraway's mission, right?"
"Yes," Squall shrugged, "Kiros sent some of our Instructors to investigate."
"Well," Cid sighed, "They shouldn't have."
"Why not?" Irvine had recovered from his laughter, and was completely serious, "Is there something about the rogue Guardians that ain't right?"
"That's what the mission was?" Max blinked, "Now I know why Caraway was so determined to keep me out of the mission briefing. He knows I'm capable of communicating with the Guardians. If nothing else, I would have known that was a red herring."
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It is starting to move around in a weird way, so I can't even hope to tell you what the intent is... ~Cliches bad quotes, and a strange sense of humor, all in one place, who could ask for less?~