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.
To warn you, this is starting to get gory. There are also slight hints of couples developing, but they're so slight as to almost not exist. This might change later. I say again, this is gory, or at least getting really violent.
The Rinoa bashing is revving into overdrive. I promise it's unintentional. Or at least, it started that way...
~
Chapter 16
"I can't believe this!" Selphie yelped, "We get here, only to be promptly told that we can't do anything!"
The short brunette marched back and forth in the room, in her semblance of pacing. The major difference was that she wasn't wandering in anything remotely resembling a straight line. At this point, she wandered toward one of the room's chairs, and lightly kicked it with a booted foot. She winced in pain as it was quickly made clear that the chair was harder than her foot.
"Calm down," Xia sighed, and leaned back in her chair, a safe distance from Selphie's ranting, "We'll get through this."
"Yeah?" Maria challenged lightly, she had flung herself onto the couch in the room, and quietly simmered since they arrived, "How? We're under military arrest from both the Galbadian Army and the Galbadian Garden!"
"It's worse than you think," Quistis returned from her meeting with the new Galbadian Garden Headmaster, "Trabia Garden has also been immobilized, by Rinoa, and Balamb is under inspection by Odine, who happens to be working with Caraway."
"Has anyone been hurt?" was Selphie's first question upon recovering from the initial shock.
"That is, as of yet, unconfirmed," Quistis paused, "But it doesn't look good for Edgar, Zell, Eric, Ariadne, and Lynne. Caraway ambushed them."
~
"So what do we do now?" Irvine blinked as he, Squall, Max, Edea and Odine stepped out of the craft Odine had used to reach Balamb. They had set it down just outside the entrance to the Tomb, where there was still grass, and the large blocks of stone paving had yet to start.
"You are going to make sure that Odine doesn't go anywhere," Squall pointed a finger at the scientist, "While we try to collect them."
Irvine nodded, and pointed his shotgun at Odine.
Squall led the other two the short distance to the mouth of the Tomb. They paused just as they reached the stone squares, seeing the five bodies very nearly blocking the depths. One still form lie almost within the mouth of the structure. A second had fallen just in front of the first, while one rested on either side of the first two. The fifth was somewhat separated from the others, as though he'd tried to evade the bullets for a short distance. Except, he appeared to have been running at the gunmen, rather than from them.
Edea gasped and rushed to the nearest. She gently touched the blonde tuft of hair at the top of Zell's head, and then turned to look at Squall, "You have curative magic, don't you?"
Squall shook his head, "I'm not one of the fortunate that can use magic without a Guardian."
Max crouched and checked the pulses of each individual, "So you stopped carrying Potions and Phoenix downs too?"
"No," Squall shook his head, and fished one from his pockets, "She just asked about the magic."
"Just because you're a instructor now," Max teased slightly, "Doesn't mean you have to stop thinking for yourself."
"Is this really a time for being playful?" Edea hissed slightly, "We have five gravely injured SeeDs here, let us not waste time, and help them."
"Make that four," Max sighed as he stood, turning away from Eric's body, "I don't think we can do anything for him, his injuries were too serious, too long ago, and even Phoenix downs can't do enough for him."
"Poor Merinda," Edea sighed, "She's an orphan now, and all but guaranteed to find her home in one of the Gardens."
"I feel sorry for Ariadne when she wakes too," Max nodded, "He took a blast meant for her. She's going to all but hate herself for it."
"How do you know this?" Edea looked up at him, shocked.
"I'm not completely certain," Max seemed to be trying to cover for a mistake, "But, since she's directly behind him, I assume that she was behind him. If that was the case, then he may have jumped in front of her and took a shot for her, as I already said."
"Somehow," Squall raised an eyebrow, "I get the feeling that you're hiding something from us."
Edea sighed, "But now is not the time to worry about it, we have to revive who we can while we can. Do either of you have a means for this?"
Squall cursed under his breath, "Irvine was the one we'd given the items to, so we don't have anything."
"Don't ask questions, because I won't answer them, but I'll fix the problem," Max muttered, "Edea, you still carry a few spells, right?"
"But I've never carried the ones we need for this," Edea continued to crouch beside Zell's body.
"They don't have to be curatives even," Max shrugged, "Any kind of magic will work."
"I have a few of my own," Squall offered, "I never stopped carrying spells just because I can't use them."
Max nodded, "Do you happen to have any element-based ones?"
"Why?" Squall asked as he nodded.
"I told you not to ask questions," Max shrugged, and borrowed magic from Squall, "but it's my intent to help both the Guardians and these folks by, well, you could say I am going to summon the Guardians, but that's not quite the extent of it. Let's just leave it that the Guardians will be in control of their bodies until their minds heal from the psychological damage that likely will occur from being dragged back from the brink of death."
"So what are you going to do for Eric?" Edea looked at the tall man's body.
"Do you really want to know all the details at this point?" Max raised an eyebrow as he cast the strongest spells in quick succession of one another.
~
It is starting to move around in a weird way, so I can't even hope to tell you what the intent is... I certainly don't like the sound of Rinoa not being herself... ~I don't hope to know the ramifications that would or could occur with such magic. I'm only hoping to understand the story again.~
I don't own any of the Final Fantasy 8 characters, but the newbies are mine.
To warn you, this is starting to get gory. There are also slight hints of couples developing, but they're so slight as to almost not exist. This might change later. I say again, this is gory, or at least getting really violent.
The Rinoa bashing is revving into overdrive. I promise it's unintentional. Or at least, it started that way...
~
Chapter 16
"I can't believe this!" Selphie yelped, "We get here, only to be promptly told that we can't do anything!"
The short brunette marched back and forth in the room, in her semblance of pacing. The major difference was that she wasn't wandering in anything remotely resembling a straight line. At this point, she wandered toward one of the room's chairs, and lightly kicked it with a booted foot. She winced in pain as it was quickly made clear that the chair was harder than her foot.
"Calm down," Xia sighed, and leaned back in her chair, a safe distance from Selphie's ranting, "We'll get through this."
"Yeah?" Maria challenged lightly, she had flung herself onto the couch in the room, and quietly simmered since they arrived, "How? We're under military arrest from both the Galbadian Army and the Galbadian Garden!"
"It's worse than you think," Quistis returned from her meeting with the new Galbadian Garden Headmaster, "Trabia Garden has also been immobilized, by Rinoa, and Balamb is under inspection by Odine, who happens to be working with Caraway."
"Has anyone been hurt?" was Selphie's first question upon recovering from the initial shock.
"That is, as of yet, unconfirmed," Quistis paused, "But it doesn't look good for Edgar, Zell, Eric, Ariadne, and Lynne. Caraway ambushed them."
~
"So what do we do now?" Irvine blinked as he, Squall, Max, Edea and Odine stepped out of the craft Odine had used to reach Balamb. They had set it down just outside the entrance to the Tomb, where there was still grass, and the large blocks of stone paving had yet to start.
"You are going to make sure that Odine doesn't go anywhere," Squall pointed a finger at the scientist, "While we try to collect them."
Irvine nodded, and pointed his shotgun at Odine.
Squall led the other two the short distance to the mouth of the Tomb. They paused just as they reached the stone squares, seeing the five bodies very nearly blocking the depths. One still form lie almost within the mouth of the structure. A second had fallen just in front of the first, while one rested on either side of the first two. The fifth was somewhat separated from the others, as though he'd tried to evade the bullets for a short distance. Except, he appeared to have been running at the gunmen, rather than from them.
Edea gasped and rushed to the nearest. She gently touched the blonde tuft of hair at the top of Zell's head, and then turned to look at Squall, "You have curative magic, don't you?"
Squall shook his head, "I'm not one of the fortunate that can use magic without a Guardian."
Max crouched and checked the pulses of each individual, "So you stopped carrying Potions and Phoenix downs too?"
"No," Squall shook his head, and fished one from his pockets, "She just asked about the magic."
"Just because you're a instructor now," Max teased slightly, "Doesn't mean you have to stop thinking for yourself."
"Is this really a time for being playful?" Edea hissed slightly, "We have five gravely injured SeeDs here, let us not waste time, and help them."
"Make that four," Max sighed as he stood, turning away from Eric's body, "I don't think we can do anything for him, his injuries were too serious, too long ago, and even Phoenix downs can't do enough for him."
"Poor Merinda," Edea sighed, "She's an orphan now, and all but guaranteed to find her home in one of the Gardens."
"I feel sorry for Ariadne when she wakes too," Max nodded, "He took a blast meant for her. She's going to all but hate herself for it."
"How do you know this?" Edea looked up at him, shocked.
"I'm not completely certain," Max seemed to be trying to cover for a mistake, "But, since she's directly behind him, I assume that she was behind him. If that was the case, then he may have jumped in front of her and took a shot for her, as I already said."
"Somehow," Squall raised an eyebrow, "I get the feeling that you're hiding something from us."
Edea sighed, "But now is not the time to worry about it, we have to revive who we can while we can. Do either of you have a means for this?"
Squall cursed under his breath, "Irvine was the one we'd given the items to, so we don't have anything."
"Don't ask questions, because I won't answer them, but I'll fix the problem," Max muttered, "Edea, you still carry a few spells, right?"
"But I've never carried the ones we need for this," Edea continued to crouch beside Zell's body.
"They don't have to be curatives even," Max shrugged, "Any kind of magic will work."
"I have a few of my own," Squall offered, "I never stopped carrying spells just because I can't use them."
Max nodded, "Do you happen to have any element-based ones?"
"Why?" Squall asked as he nodded.
"I told you not to ask questions," Max shrugged, and borrowed magic from Squall, "but it's my intent to help both the Guardians and these folks by, well, you could say I am going to summon the Guardians, but that's not quite the extent of it. Let's just leave it that the Guardians will be in control of their bodies until their minds heal from the psychological damage that likely will occur from being dragged back from the brink of death."
"So what are you going to do for Eric?" Edea looked at the tall man's body.
"Do you really want to know all the details at this point?" Max raised an eyebrow as he cast the strongest spells in quick succession of one another.
~
It is starting to move around in a weird way, so I can't even hope to tell you what the intent is... I certainly don't like the sound of Rinoa not being herself... ~I don't hope to know the ramifications that would or could occur with such magic. I'm only hoping to understand the story again.~