Final Fantasy/8-Bit Theatre Fanstories

[Seran]

http://www.nuklearpower.com/daily.php?date=011109
http://www.nuklearpower.com/daily.php?date=020708
End of both comics...first Black Mage suggests Red Mage be left to die, second he basically insults Fighter's ability to discern they had found the Cave of No Return.
http://www.nuklearpower.com/daily.php?date=020814
He's evil. Evil backfires on him in the nightmare.
http://www.nuklearpower.com/daily.php?date=020825
Expresses obvious cruelty by dancing on "Fighter's Grave", hoping he'll die. Backfire!
http://www.nuklearpower.com/daily.php?date=040120
Merciless stabbing cruelty in the eye. Backfire!
http://www.nuklearpower.com/daily.php?date=040224
Openly talking back to a devil that is probably the manifest horror of the hellfire and insanity that is evil. Showing mercilessness with undaunted "logic". Backfire?

(Hey, going through the comics, I noticed the Scholar appeared various times -- as a seller of human skulls, as an anchorman, and as Red Mage's dad!)

http://www.nuklearpower.com/daily.php?date=040417
Red Mage displays hosility. Inputted.
http://www.nuklearpower.com/daily.php?date=040429
Killing an innocent citizen without showing that he actually asked a question. Cruelty, backfire!
http://www.nuklearpower.com/daily.php?date=040504
Attempts, poorly, to deny Fighter's presence with a stab in the head.

(Look, a recolored Scholar performing therapy on Garland...and Vilbert was a recolored Scholar...)

http://www.nuklearpower.com/daily.php?date=040513
Ruins Red Mage's hat. Did he really stab him though?
http://www.nuklearpower.com/daily.php?date=040527
Kills Fighter without hesita -- eww. Next co -- eww. Also kills Red Mage and Thief.
http://www.nuklearpower.com/daily.php?date=041028
Mocks White Mage.

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Fine it was, for as they soared above, some would glance up and some would merely finish off their weakened foes. Where was Fighter and Thief? Groups of monsters, elves, humans, and dwarves completely covered the grounds of the battlefield, some indistinguishable and some very easy to see. He even saw Vesus destroying a massive number of enemies with a destructive black spell that would have killed him if Vesus wasn't protected by a white spell. Elsewhere was Skit, but it took him a while to register who it was. Black Mage glanced at his slashed arm, which was still bleeding freely, and swallowed hard as darkness continued to consume the world around him. Bahamut's flying was uneasy, and Black Mage was afraid that he would simply drop into the battle if they were not careful, so every time that the dragon king descended Black Mage would lean back and make him fly up. He swore that he saw a Chocobo-man fighting in the ranks as well. On top of the highest hill, which they swiftly soared over, was where Fighter and Thief were fighting with all strength and force that they had access to. Fighter was using an impossible number of swords, but Black Mage guessed that he had brought twelve swords along with him. He was mounted on the back of some sort of horse clothed in armor. Thief rode upon the back of his infernal steed, with knives made of lava and spells from Hell itself. Fighter's army seemed to be losing terribly, however.
"Hey, what do you mean there's no safe place for anyone anymore?"
Bahamut groaned weakly in protest to speaking, but he explained nonetheless.
"It seems that great corruption has captured the hearts of your friends. The emperor is seeking to conquer everything mercilessly."
"That sounds like something I'd do."
"The ruler from Hell wants all life to be erased except for the earth's and the elves."
"I'd just kill everything."
"The half-god wants to be an absolute god to make this world pay for what it did to him."
"Yeah, same here."
"But you have no power, and they are all close to fulfilling their new desires..."
Black Mage fell silent at this, and he gulped again. No matter where he would go, he would forever be plagued by torture and insanity, never being freed from a dark, dark prison in which he would be harmed and tormented for the rest of his life. Worst of all, it would all be caused by the three people who had put him down so many times because they were all morons -- or, at least...they used to be. Yes, it seemed even he would admit their newfound strength and terror.
Bahamut landed on the top of the once-magnificent castle, which had grown dark in the night and wicked in the flames. Thunder boomed in the distance and lightning scratched the sky, with black clouds swallowing the night whole. Rain was sure to fall soon. Black Mage, glad that he had no trouble getting Bahamut to land in the right place, slid off the dragon king's back and dashed away without even a goodbye. Poor Bahamut curled up and tended to his hurting wing.
He raced down the stairs while he jumped over corpses and glanced at each one, looking for a familiar face. The ninja with red eyes he had encountered the night before slumped against the wall, eyes wide, with a lance piercing his throat. One of the women who had scuttled around the kitchen laid on the floor with a brutal blow to her crushed head. A servant hung from the ceiling. A Chocobo chick had been thrown against the wall and was a dead little body on the ground. Black Mage felt himself shiver with fear at not the sight of the corpses, but rather at the thought that Thief and Fighter caused this on their own. He escaped into the dining hall, where there were less carcasses as though most had difficulty surviving in the smaller hallways and staircases, but there were still bodies everywhere on the tables, the chairs, the floor, and even the walls. He could hear a voice quietly crying to herself...or perhaps, to someone who had died? It sounded like a mournful singing, a prayer for the deceased to find peace. At first, what he had heard was something about 'Life', as if a white mage had been trying to cast a spell. He stumbled over corpses, trembling with only pure dread. There sat Seran, her white robes stained with even more blood, her head hung and her brown hair limping over her shoulder. She seemed, in a way, traumatized. Her right hand was delicately feeling the steel chestplate of a dead Vargus. Her other hand was gripping onto the wrist of Quickman, who was half-alive and had some of her wounds healed by a Cure-2 spell. She started blankly at Black Mage, who gaped at the blue sword that had stabbed Vargus in the chest. It was one of Fighter's swords. Seran raised her head, tears visible on her cheeks, but she neither sobbed nor bawled. Her expression didn't strain with guilt or sadness, but she wept all the same, and yet Black Mage didn't even notice her.
"Is that...?"
The young white mage lowered her head, stared at the hilt of Fighter's sword, then fiercely gripped it and yanked it out of the corpse's chest. She held it out to Black Mage. It was as though she was imploring him to take the sword.

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By the way, Red_Mage...nice job.
Celebren, I knew you'd do something like that. Hehehe.
*Thinking: Manipulator of minds, predicter of mortals, I will dominate the world! Wait! How many times have I told myself no world domination? No, it's not going to work...no!*