Final Fantasy/8-Bit Theatre Fanstories

[Seran]

I was aware that the "frog knight" was Frog, but I don't remember his real name. Was it not Glenn or something of the sort?

Oh, I didn't think you'd say that. I'm not all confident about my abilities, you see.

I saw Advent Children four times, MetalPsycho. Hehe. Oh, and the thread also mentions that Final Fantasy fanfictions can be included, not just 8-Bit Theatre...did anyone notice?

[Quickman X]

Originally Posted by Seran

Black Mage failed to stop himself from hugging Fighter, still crying, and then Fighter hugged him back, although he had no clue why they were hugging all of a sudden. Soon Black Mage realized who he was hugging. He tore away, spluttering, and rubbed his eyes and nose.

AAWWWWWW... :heart: So cute...
That made me smile.

::edit:: Aw, man, Seran, 665 posts.

[DarkCORN!]

Woah. Nice. Red Mage's nightmare will probably be him being incredibly weak and naked.

[Seran]

Well, it will involve something about Dungeons and Dragons. He's already had a nightmare of incredibly low stats discluding Charisma without clothes on. Oh, the horror and shame...

Hey, Quickman...is that Harry Potter? [off-topicness!]

[Quickman X]

Originally Posted by Seran

Hey, Quickman...is that Harry Potter? [off-topicness!]

Alas, yeah.
People are convinced that I look like him.
It greatly irritates me. My fellow high-schoolers think I look like him.
My friends think I look like him.
My bloody family thinks I look like him.
They just can't take a hint.
Even if it's applied with a sledgehammer.
...hell, I'm changing my avatar.

I'm on a sugar-high right now. Twitching. And typing more of the interactive story. I'll post as soon as I'm done.
And Mister Fuzzy DoomBringer... SHALL RETURN~!

'Kay. I'm gonna add more in, like, half an hour, but here's what I've got now.
~
“Easy, yes,” growled Drizz’l softly, “But… well, boring. I come all the way out here to exact my revenge on this… human… only to find that someone’s done it for me? What’s this world coming to?” Sneering, he landed a cruel kick to Fighter’s side. “Well… might as well have some fun.” Raising one boot, he placed it – hard – on the warrior’s chest, just to the left of the bloody rend in his armor. Even as he ground down with his heel, the company heard something crack, saw Fighter’s jaw clench, saw another bead of blood roll down from the corner of his mouth, tracing his cheek.
“Hey, what are you – ahhh, shit!” Even as Red Mage rose to his feet and grasped for his shortblade, the thought occurred to him…
…that he had left it in his tent.
“What a shame,” came a flowing voice from the mage’s right. “Well, I suppose we’ll have to fight the way the Dungeon Master intended…” Shocked, Red Mage spun to face his assailant, his sleek white hair whipping across his face and his hands instinctively lifted into a defensive position.
“You! But… you’re dead! We killed you!”
“Not quite,” said the vampire dryly, “Though you did severely impair my astounding intellect and ability to write such touching poems as…” He trailed off into a long, angsty, and downright emo list of his woes, which barely even constituted poetry (had it not rhymed, it would have been a complete failure). In response, the mimic artist raised one snowy eyebrow, then turned, directing his icy amethyst gaze upon the armored figure standing before him… and nearly burst out laughing.
True, he was in some rather deep shit (pardonnez-vous mon francais, s’il vous plait). True, one of his comrades was in no shape to be out in the wilderness like this, let alone fight. True, he was unarmed… but none of this managed to detract from the sheer hilarity of the situation.
Garland stood before the four adventurers, sneering down at them. His arms folded and his cape singed and tattered, his charred armor seeming so dark as to absorb light, his glacier-colored eyes burning through the darkness of his menacingly spiked helmet, he looked the epitome of evil…
…except for the small, battered, rather huggable toy bear hanging from his scorched cape by one of its long black claws.
Red Mage looked at Thief. Thief looked at Black Mage. Black Mage looked at Fighter, realized he wasn’t likely to look back, and glanced over to Red Mage again. For once, a mutual understanding seemed to pass between the three – don’t comment. A wise decision.

Originally Posted by me

'Kay. I'm gonna add more in, like, half an hour, but here's what I've got now.

Okay, so I lied. Tomorrow morning it is, then.
::edit:: ...I'm a very, very, very bad liar. Bad Quickman. Bad. No cookie.

...SCORE! Next bit.

A similar exchange passed between the warriors of the shadow, but the message was far more significant… attack.
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The first blood went to Thief. Even as the Dark Warriors exchanged their meaningful looks, he leapt forward with all the speed of summer lightning and landed a harsh kick across Bikke’s face. The pirate’s face contorted in rage, and in a flash he was after the ninja, slashing wildly with his cutlass… and managing to miss each and every blow as his foe ducked and dodged with the nimble grace of an experienced fighter.
Spotting an opening, Red Mage in turn lunged at Vilbert, hand raised to cast his damage dice. Fangs bared, the dark vampire leapt at his assailant, eyes shining a brilliant crimson.
Then came Black Mage and Garland. The duo glanced around in a rather bewildered manner at the chaos surrounding them, unsure of the best course of action… then they spotted each other. Neither was currently engaged in combat, so within moments the sorcerer had wrenched his knife, still stained with Fighter’s lifeblood, from its sheath, turning on Garland and slashing across his helmet, the knife screeching as it contacted the steel helm. Garland yelped in surprise, yanked forth his longsword, and drove it at Black Mage, just barely missing his throat.
Drizz’l stood by Fighter as the scene of destruction unfolded, lips twisted into a contemptuous sneer, leaning on his sword with his foot still holding the young knight down. He barely blinked as Vilbert sank his fangs into Red Mage’s forearm, as Bikke was driven backwards into a tree, jaw at an odd angle, blood oozing down his face, as Garland brought his blade sweeping across Black Mage’s leg in a spray of blood. The screams of pain and rage seemed almost musical to him.
A moment later, as he glanced down, it occurred to him that the wretched human who had stolen his swords, his honor, and most importantly his pride now lay before him, wounded and weak. Now… now he really could exact his long-dreamt-of vengeance.
Slipping his sword free of the ground, he placed its point lightly at Fighter’s throat. He would take his time, he decided. …no. Fighter would probably find some way to pull through. Drizz’l would end this here and now. Raising his blade, he brought it slicing down…
“Augh!” Caught off guard, the sword no longer drove true, sweeping instead down, down, and grazing Fighter’s shoulder, drawing forth yet another narrow stream of blood. Gaze darting around to see what had hit him, Drizz’l saw…
A die. A single, lonely, red, twenty-sided die. It had seemingly come from nowhere, but it had flown true, contacting solidly with the dark elf’s temple and leaving a shallow gash.
“Who on –”
“Me,” growled Red Mage. “Me. I can’t… let you… win.” Drizz’l raised an amused eyebrow.
“Oh, so? Why?”
Red Mage gave him a blank look, brushing his crimson-stained hair out of his eyes. “Have you any idea… any idea… how much experience this is worth?”
It was then, as the shadow elf opened his mouth to retort, that the unexpected happened.
Fighter slowly rose to his feet, and the expression twisting his pale features was one of sheer, primal fury.

[Seran]

Amethyst...beautiful color, it is.

Mister FuzzyDoomBringer's back! Look, he's back! He's back!
[Ooh, look...Sephiroth! Aweeessooome...]
Must...not...laugh...especially when Fighter's in pain...

[Quickman X]

Has next update almost ready (if that's okay.)
Will post as soon as possible.
Will also officially begin the violence...
...heh heh.
::edit:: Just as contrast, my music's "Tentative," by System of a Down.
::bastard child of edit:: Right, some of it's been added to my last post.

[Seran]

Sure thing, Quickman. My inspiration for this battle is One-Winged Angel from Advent Children...and I know just where to find it.

[DarkCORN!]

Huh. I guess RM rolled fighters constitution check to wake up or something (thats what the D20 was.).

[Seran]

I like this fight already. -Waiting for the rest of the update...-

There are a lot of pauses in the writing when it comes to commas. I did that a lot back then.