Final Fantasy/8-Bit Theatre Fanstories

[Quickman X]

Originally Posted by Bludd Streaks

So, um, should I continue, or is this a sad, sad attempt at a story that is better off in my Recycle Bin?

CONTINUE, DAMN YOU. D:
Nah, jes' kidding. Seriously, though, I like it. In my humble opinion, you should keep going. *gives j00 a cookie*

[Seran]

I was honestly hoping there would be more stories after I had vanished in this poor, lonesome thread.

[Karenaide]

I just got my laptop fixed, which was where I was keeping the story. I'll post it in a little while...

[Jared Todd]

This continues my comic on the fanart thread.. >.>'.. which isn't finished. But it's basically what I think would happen if the realm of magic worked in the way I think of magic. Negatives and positives.

The story starts with RM, but ends with a different character. <<<<< this is a lie.

"Excuse me?? If I were anything, I would be an apple, Fighter! Apples are deeper than grapes. Apples have cores. Stems. They are complex. You've spend most of this adventure with me. You should know me better. I am, on a full and lateral scale, dissapointed in you, Fighter.." I closed my eyes to him and turned.
"whhwrple trr szzzzzlxx......"
Raising a brow, obviously assuming I had just blew his mind so hard it was climaxing to an explosion, I opened one eye, and cocked my head to him.
Where he stood was now a single red wax candle, a bright yellow flame dancing in it. I had almost jumped back, obviously shocked by what was behind me, and turned fullstop. As I turned, I felt my cape rub against something sturdy, and turned yet again. Behind me and the candle were three more candles, a green wax candle with a green flame to my left, and yellow with red flames to my right. I knew what was across from the yellow flame before I recognized its color. I was correct, a blue candle with an orange flame. The one I had just been facing. Everything else around me was grey and blurred, color and brightness torn out of my surroundings.
"Fire, air, earth, and water..." I mumbled to myself.
"In spiritual colors," a soft, but heavy voice spoke up to my left, "there are seven elementals. The closest elementals to the beginning of the spectrum are red as earth, orange as water, yellow as fire, green as air."
My head turned slightly to my left. I could barely see the figure, squinting beneath my +1 red felt hat,
"Yes, and speaking in the contexts of the four elements, red represents fire, yellow represents earth, blue represents water, and green represents wind..." I looked around me at the candles and their flames, then back at the blurry figure.
The figure's eyes smiled, but made no hint of smiling through the mouth.
"So I see you don't dissapoint in your knowledge," the figure stepped closer, and came into focus faster than I expected. It was... me! The imposter tilted his head to me, "You look surprised.. Don't you like me?"
I looked down at the blue candle, and focused on it. What was happening?
"Red Mage, I'm here to teach you a lesson or two about magic."
At such an atrocity of sentence, I cocked my head back up at the imposter, and glared.
"There isn't anything I don't know about magic. I take that as an insult."
The form tossed his curly white hair back slightly, and put his hands together, point finger up. A ball of light surfaced above his finger, a beautiful shining light.
"What is this?" he cocked his head at me like I had. He was mocking me.
"You don't honestly expect me to answer you," I turned.
There was a long-drawn pause. He was obviously waiting for an answer.
"... fine," I sighed out of my mask, and turned back to the doppelganger, ".. I'll play your game. It's white magic."
"Yes, but what else?"
I rose a brow,
"What else? That's all there is to it. White magic has the power to heal, black magic has the power to harm. You're building a power of healing between your fingers."
"Wrong," the form smiled with my hazel eyes again, and put his hand forward, still holding the power above his finger. It slowly started to rise from his finger and bubble, melt. Quicker than my reflexes could match, the melting ball of power exploded at me with a powerful and heavy blast, knocking me over the circle (more like a square..) of candles, to the ground behind them, with a thud. I felt my cloth armor stick to me.
"Wh-what was that..?!" I stared at the imposter wide-eyedly.
He, himself looked confused.
".. that was supposed to be an air attack... not a water attack..."
I rose my brow, and instantly put my hands forward to build the same attack, determined to give him a taste of his own medicine.
"You diffused the attacking power of an ice attack, and used it against me as a white water attack.."
The form stepped back.
"You aren't the one that I was assigned to help.."

and so ends RM's part. >.>'.... <<<<< totally a lie.

[edit: dammit, I said green represents earth, but it doesn't, it represents wind on both elemental scales. >.<]

[Karenaide]

"Okay, run it by me one more time," Thief was sitting in a chair, head down, pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. "His name was...?"

"Magnum," Black Mage answered, looking over to the infirmary bed where the so called 'Magnum' lay. His wound was an extremely lethal one, but the clerics were sure he would recover. White Mage, who was in charge of the Medical Wing of the citadel, was personally helping with Magnum's rehabilitation. She walked up to the group, who were acting in a rather solemn mood, which was unusual for them.

'He's... he's awake. But he's still very weak," Sure enough, Magnum was lying in the bed, his eyes open, staring blankly at the ceiling. His bright blue eyes slowly swivelled to look at each of the five and his mouth opened slowly, as he began to speak;

"Who... who did it?" He asked, his voice faint. "Who saved me?" They all glanced nervously to one another before Black Mage stepped forward.

"I did," his voice was quiet, almost scared. Magnum's eyes burned into him, and Black Mage wondered if he could read his mind. After a long moment which seemed like an hour, Magnum pointed to his knife, a long, delicate hunting knife which was sitting atop a pile of his damaged, bloodied clothes which lay on a chair near the dresser at his side. Black Mage quickly snatched it up and handed it to him. He took a deep breath as Magnum clasped the intricate handle, and noticed the knife's resemblance to the sword Magnum had used. But this instant of realization took away his chance to foresee what Magnum was doing, and the knife was slashing against his forehead in no time at all.

Black Mage had no time to react, and before the realization of the event hit him, the pain did. He stumbled back, a thin stream of glittering, crimson blood dripping down into his eyes. Carefully feeling the wound, he realized it was a rune. Looking into a nearby mirror on the wall, making sure he tipped his hat as not to let anyone see his face, he looked at the red Pentagram carved into his flesh. White Mage ran over, but it was soon evident that all she could do was stop the bleeding. The mark remained. As Black Mage replaced his hat, he noticed a thin, faint pink mark running from the back of his hand up his arm.

A mark that hadn't been there a minute before.

"Man, what gives?" Black Mage barked at Magnum, who had sheathed his knife. "You slashed me! You freaking slashed me!" Magnum blinked as if Black Mage had just said something ridiculous.

"You don't want to be rewarded?" Magnum asked, his blue eyes tunnelling into Black Mage's.

"Well, yeah, I guess I do, but you slashed me!" Black Mage recovered from this question rather quickly, his hot-headed manner returning.
Magnum raised his chin and laughed, eventually finishing with a sigh.

"What kind of Mage are you? Your Magitsu is an impressive one, and you wear the cloak of Black Magics, but I can clearly see the... link, between you," he turned his gaze to look at White Mage. "and you. But furthermore, you don't seem to have progressed past the first three years of academy training," Magnum leaned back further into the featherbed, never taking his eyes off Black Mage. How he had hit the mark, dead on no less, was amazing.

"Told you so," Fighter whispered to Thief, who handed him a sheaf of bills.

[Seran]

Green represents wind... Takes me back to Fire Emblem...

Oh, I'm sorry. Jared, that was really fascinating, if not strange -- as in, what could possibly be happening at this point? Who is that guy?
Bludd Streaks, I like it -- so don't stop writing.

[Jared Todd]

"You aren't the one that I was assigned to help.."
I had already grown tired of him by this point, and as my eyes flashed with the memories of the attack, the doppelganger in front of me extended a hand to me.
"I apologize..." he said, hair growing inward, staying curled, though, but brown and short, "I thought.. You are a Red Mage. The weakest proffession a man can have in magistry, I thought I was suppose-"
I got up of my own accord, narrowing eyes at him, as he dropped the hand.
"Weakest? I don't think you know what I'm capable of."
The man nodded,
"Yes, I don't. I was told I need to aid one of you.. you and your travelling companions. I assumed you were-"
"Weak? If you're looking for a mage, either Fighter or Black Mage would be choice opportunities. I don't know how Fighter is capable of magic, but he seems to be taking to fire and white magic quickly.."
"Black Mage?"

"Black Mage..!!" White Mage ran, "Black Mage, you vile and foul-smelling creature, come here!!"
"What did I do now.." his voice carried to White Mage, turning his 'face' toward her, "I'm not gunna say I'm sorry because you set yourself up for ever hoping I could keep my mouth shut."
She stopped suddenly, in front of Black Mage, her short and bouncy bangs hanging in her face. She blew the bangs parted.
"What is the matter with you?" she crossed her arms, turning her head to the side, "You're such... you're such a..."
He looked at his yellow-gloved hands, and then put them on White Mage's chest. Not her boobs, not her crotch, not her ass, her chest, and looked to her eyes.
"...White Mage.. I...." he choked on his words. Saying anything positive out loud that wasn't cold and sterile was enough to make him puke.
"Black Mage.." she looked back at his cute and glowing eyes from beneath the hat, and that's all she wished to see, "Love, to you, is a feeling that you siphon from our world so that you can destroy more."
"Yes, but I don't-"
"I know.." she sighed, and looked down again, "I haven't been there for most of your ventures, but... I can feel the hesitation for your rotten and disturbed magic."
Black Mage's eyes pleaded with her. "... we won't ever be together..."
He watched White Mage's reaction, which lost a step, as her face almost sunk.
"... not until you can be honest with your emotions out loud.. Not until you're a good person."
Softly, Black Mage closed his eyes, and hugged White Mage close to him. As she hesitantly hugged back, she felt warm in his hands, which was all Black Mage wanted. Just the fact he knew she gave a damn about him was enough to keep him from releasing a hadoken for years.
"I'm sorry..." he sighed, trying to rekindle whatever in him could make her even the least bit happy, "That.. I'm not good enough for you..."

"Black Mage? Sure, he isn't too strong in magic recently," I mumbled, looking at the clone beside me, "But he is more than capable in his knowledge of it."
I shook my head.
"What exactly are you looking for?"
The man shook his head back at me, and put a hand on his forehead.
"I was told to find someone from your group whose magic is weak because of his use of, both, white and black magic.."

Fighter looked around.
"Where'd RM go?"

and I like your story, Bludd. o o''.. it's really cool. You got me interested.

[Karenaide]

Magnum sat up, wincing at the pain in his chest. He rolled his head from side to side, a crack! that would have been barely audible was loud as a wolves howl in the silence.

"I thank you for your help," Magnum said slowly. "But I must alert my comrades of my whereabouts. Do you have a hawk whistle?" Fighter immediately leapt up, toppling his chair, and raised his hand in the air, shouting; "Ooh! Ooh! I have one! Me! Me! Pick Me!" Magnum raised his hand as a signal of silence and Fighter immediately stopped, his dark blue iris' had completely dominated his eyes, leaving nothing but a blue circle on the white orb. He picked up his chair, handed Magnum the whistle, and sat down. Magnum put the whistle to his lips and blew. A long, shrill note rang out in the stillness, causing everyone but Fighter to clamp their hands over their ears. When the note stopped and they had all looked up, the only thing anyone could say was 'Oh, wow," for on Magnum's arm was a bird, roughly the size of a peregrine falcon, but so pitch black that if not for its' gleaming eyes they would have thought he had torn a hole in reality.

"His name is Grimmjoww," Said Magnum. "He's a Sleek, named after a good friend and an amazing warrior." The bird turned his head to look at each of them in turn, before Magnum whispered in his ear and sent him on his way.

"So..." Thief spoke slowly. "How much is that bird worth?" He never got his answer, however, because at that moment Magnum snapped his fingers and Fighter sprang up, his eyes normal once more.

"Me! Me! Pick me! Oh! Oh! Pick me! Wait..." He stopped hopping like a neurotic rabbit and lowered his hand. "Did I miss something here?" He looked back and forth, and when no one answered he shrugged and left the room.

"Well, I guess that the real hero today was A.D.D." Magnum said. Everyone burst out laughing, and even Fighter poked his head back in, a large sandwich in his hand, to ask what was happening. Black Mage recovered first, and asked Magnum; "What did you do to Fighter just now? He's never been that calm, even in his sleep!"

"Hakufuku" Magnum answered. "'White Crawl', it will pull the target into an unconscious state while destroying everything in a certain radius. However, I stopped at the stage of unconsciousness and used a form of suggestibility or, as you would call it, total hypnosis," He looked at Thief, who immediately began hopping around the room like a kangaroo and spouting particle theory.

"However, it is much harder to use Hakufuku on a Mage than any other class," Magnum snapped his fingers and Thief landed back on his chair. Black Mage stared in awe.

"Can you teach me that?" He asked, eyes wide under the veil of shadows cast over his face. Magnum smiled and replied; "The knowledge has already been imparted to you. In time, you may figure it out," He looked around the room, suddenly alert.

"You can come out now," He said, looking towards the seemingly blank wall to Red Mage's left. Red Mage looked over and found himself face to face with a man with inky black hair, who looked surprisingly like Thief. Red Mage yelped and fell backwards, toppling his chair and landing in Thief's lap. The man laughed and flipped backwards, landing on the headboard of Magnum's hospital bed.

"Magnum, what happened?" Even his voice was like Thief's.

"Ataru happened, Falcon. Ataru happened," Magnum waved a hand over his bandaged torso.

"Yeah, well, if I was there I wouldn't have lost," Another man, this one standing at an amazing six-and-a-half feet tall, walked in. He had spiky, electric blue hair which stood straight up in many spines. His armour was a darker, more indigo-looking blue with a golden cross formed by two intersecting I's. Most amazing of all was his sword. It was enormous! It was strapped to his back, the handle poking over his shoulder to the side of his head. The blade itself was almost as long as he was tall, and it wasn't a smooth, perfect sword, either. It was ragged, shredded, serrated. Strapped to his waist was a crossbow, and on his head there was a circlet of gold. His armour, too, was majestic and spotless, as if he had just stepped out of a painting of a war hero. He even had a scar moving from his chin up to his right temple and over to his left eye, ending near his left ear and jawbone. Across his left shoulder plate, printed in gold, was his name, 'Rallis'.

"Yeah?" Magnum was trying to get up, but it was obvious that he was in pain. "I may be injured, but I can still fight! You want to try?" His eyes were set with determination, but he was in no state to stand, much less fight. Nevertheless, he stood, bare feet planted firmly on the tile floor...

And something collided with him, sending him sprawling right back on the bed. Sitting on him, a hood over it's face, was...

:fighter:Haha! Cliffhanger, Yo! Everyone likes the story? Wow, I'm better than I thought! Heh, does anyone have any, I dunno, predictions?

[Jared Todd]

Cool!! It's like the Light Warriors from the future, except with wicked names, and the BM counterpart is named like my Red Mage character from Subliminal Catastrophe! o o.... Magna and Nauticus, wha-hah... v.v... but, uh, that's for another time, and definitely another place.

Now, I'm sorry if the end of this is really going to piss people off. But I'm sorry.

"Hey, you guys..!!" I screamed, barelling down the streets, toward my fellow Light Warriors, "You will never guess what just happened!!"
As I happened upon Black Mage and White Mage, they had torn apart, and Black Mage had his head turned to the side, White Mage fidgetting her hands, trying hard not to look at me either. I had more important and new news, though.
"Where's Thief and Fighter?" I asked quickly.
"Uhh.. last time I saw Fighter, he was with you. Is there a problem?" she tugged on her robes, pushing the bottom down more so it was touching the ground.
I rose my brow oddly, and brushed a hand across my other arm.
"If you call an incredible mistake a problem," I narrowed my eyes at her, and looked at Black Mage.
Black Mage looked at White Mage, who was staring at him, then looked at me. He took a step back.
"What!" he exclaimed, looking straight at me now, arms crossed.
"A friend told me one of my fellow Light Warriors was using Black Magic..." I paused, looking at Black Mage, "and White Magic.."
White Mage gasped, and put a hand to her mouth, as I looked at Black Mage, who stared at me.
"It's him!" he pointed to me, "You're the Red Mage!"
I shook my head dissapointedly, and put a hand forward, growing a ball of light in my palm.
"Red Magic. I use Red Magic, not White or Black. My character sh--"
"Oh, shut up about your character sheet! You use white and black magic!"
There was a pause again. I was growing tired of the long pauses, Black Mage obviously either didn't get it, or he was guilty. I couldn't place which it was, but I did thing Fighter was more plausible for using Black Magic and White Magic.
I crossed my arms, about to pull my character sheet from out of my cape as proof that I did, in fact, weild Red Magic, and not White or Black, but Black Mage caved in and realised the difference as much as he could in the given time frame I had.
"Well, obviously you don't think it's me. My name is freaking Black Mage, for God's sake.."
"I don't know what I believe. My prediction is, either you or Fighter," I said stately. I nodded for assurance, so that it might ween the truth out of him.
Black Mage made a face at me.
"Fighter? He doesn't even use magic."

"Thief! Hey, Thief! Look! Look at this!"
Thief leaned against a tree away from Fighter, peripheral vision barely making out the jumping and flailing shape.
"Yeah, I'm looking.."
"All right, are you looking? You're looking, right?"
He sighed, "Yes, I'm looking.." he shook his head and muttered something under his breath.
Fighter clasped both armored hands together, and stared them down. He stared and stared at his hands. Fighter stared at his hands for a good minute.
"Oh, that was so cool.." Thief mumbled, unknowing to him.
"No, no, I'm not done yet, just wait!" Fighter exclaimed, still staring at his hands.
Feeling ready after a while, Fighter softly started to pull apart his hands, and as his hands pulled apart from each other, an orange glow filled the close space between the two.

I shook my head again, "No, I've seen him explode his sword with fire, and one time, I swear he healed me after you stabbed me."

There was a small orange and glowing orb in the air between his gauntlets, and his face lit up along with the gauntlets, from the success.
"Y'see??" He smiled brightly.
Thief looked at Fighter, and pocketted his knife into the saschel on his leg, "Fascinating, it really i-"
As his eyes fell upon Fighter's energy, Thief's eyes went wide.
"Wh-wh.... how.... but..." he stumbled on his words, "Fighter, where did you get that?"

Black Mage shook his head.
"A fighter isn't capable of using Black Magic. Fighter isn't capable of using Black Magic. His mind is too simple and naive. He excels in swords and shiny things! Someone like that just can't use Black Magic."
Nodding, I understood what he was saying. But that changed things, if he honestly meant it.
"Well, then the only explanation is that you're using White Magic," the ball of light escaping my hands slowly melted, and collapsed out into a wyrm of pure water.
Almost astonished, Black Mage attempted to shake off my superiority. White Mage was more visible in her reaction, as she stared at me.
"N-No! I'm evil! I do things normal people couldn't fathom! I-I don't have a face, goddammit!"
Suddenly, without warning, before BM could finish his ramblings, the streets ran grey, blurred, all besides BM, White Mage, and I.
"My goodness.." White Mage mumbled, looking around. Before she could react to her surroundings any longer, she jumped, and pointed, "Black Mage, behind you..!"
As I looked behind Black Mage, a harsh-looking man, face hidden beneath a charred yellow wizard's hat, wearing a heavy red cape that covered most of his side, gold boots and gauntlets, appeared. It was the copycat again. He put a gauntletted hand forward, and built a ball of absolute blackness, surging from inside him, from all over his robed body, into the air between his surging fingers.
"It.. is time.. to see... if you are the one I'm looking for..!!"

Is it Black Mage, or is it Fighter who the guy is looking for! You don't know, do you! ^ ^-
Join me next time to see what, both, Fighter, and Black Mage are capable of, and maybe even the identity of the doppelganger!

[Karenaide]

...A White Mage.

"You tried to fight Ataru, didn't you?! You did, didn't you?!" She was torn between anger and relief.

"Yeah. Um, Rach? You're sitting on the gaping wound in my chest," Magnum was lying back, his eyes closed in pain. Suddenly, the White Mage laughed. She stood up and got off of Magnum's chest (he was relieved) and took her place beside Rallis.

"This is my family," Magnum gestured towards the newcomers. "Samuel Rallis, little brother," Rallis nodded. "Peregrine Falcon, an even younger brother," Falcon raised his chin in acknowledgement. "And Rachel Slythin, an old friend,"

"She's his girlfriend!" Rallis called out loudly. Two replies came at once:

"Am not!" Rachel snapped
"Is not!" Magnum seethed. Oh yeah. That was totally the truth.

***

For the next month as Magnum was rehabilitating, life was not exactly normal in the Light Warriors Citadel. Magnum was always doing some odd experiment with herbs or some other odd, bloody more than often, item. Rallis was always in the duel arena, swinging at some target or another with that silly big sword of his. Nobody saw much of Falcon, but he usually popped up whenever they didn't need him, and then disappeared along with their wallets. Rachel, as fate would have it, turned out to be White Mage's distant relative of sorts. at least, that's what she said. She was usually in the infirmary tending to someone or another. Life was... kind of supercharged.

But this peaceful life is not the focus of this story. The focus is Ataru, who is the villain, and the story leading up to him. So begins Black Mage's chapter, the first chapter.

Which will be done in a short while.