Final Fantasy/8-Bit Theatre Fanstories

Seran · 07-01-2006, 05:56 PM

"W-what was that about?"
"What? The attacks?"
"That underwater monstrosity tried to drown me and impale my carcass!"
"It already stabbed your once-soon-to-be-carcass."
"Crimson!"
After the assault, Crimson and Red Mage were once again walking along the path, this time returning to the home of Blakc Mage and the absent Fighter. red Mage had flung his arms in the air out of fear and shock, thinking that he felt the prongs of that trident on his back.
"Please don't taunt me like that. It's not very nice."
"Taunt? I was only stating the facts."
Crimson had kept his gaze on his comrade from the time they had departed.
"But facts can taunt..." replied Red Mage, who hung his head rather miserably. Crimson nodded as he realized what he meant and glanced to the side. He instead decided to focus on the bushes, although the silence was what captivated his ears. Red Mage then raised his head to the branches above, wanting only to watch the trees disappear into the sidelines of his vision, and yet another uneasy silence fell for the remainder of the trip. Well, it would've been the remainder if someone had not halted them soon after.
Down came Thief, tumbling from a tree.
He landed on the ground with an "OOF!" and a new bruise on his head, and then he fell onto his arm and side. The ninja winced, looking rather ashamed of such a clumsy performance, but he quickly collected his senses and gathered himself, leaping up onto ihs feet. Crimson stared with an awkward and indifferent expression, although it seemed to conceal scowling, and Red Mage jumped forward and hugged Thief like a frightened cat.
"Oh my god, where have you been...?"
"Ghhk -- get -- off -- me -- human!"
Red Mage's hug, despite his highly flawed flesh and fragile bones, was crushing the elf. Thief would not seem as desperate if the hug was more lighter. But this particular embrace was very constricting. Crimson's mouth-mask shifted, as though he had opened his mouth to comment, but he quickly withdrew and pulled his hat tighter against the top of his skull. Barely any hair could be seen. Thief, gasping for breath but only hurting his lungs, found a time to relax well after Red Mage had released him, and then Thief eyed Crimson with great suspicion.
"You seem familiar."
"Fascinating."
The simple and clever comment made Thief stare at Crimson's face, as though trying to detect a hint of sarcasm, but he instead looked at Red Mage.
"Hey. You. I've been thinking while I was gone. There appears to be a bounty slapped on your pale forehead, you know."
Red Mage's grin faded, and he blinked at Thief.
"...You're not going to..."
"I've been considering more whether it would be more profitable to turn you in, or to help you."
Then the mage instantly began to pray that Thief would turn to aiding him through these dark times. Crimson chuckled heartily with a slap on his back. It seemed that he was confident; he seemed to believe that Thief would not hand Red Mage over for a reward, despite how large it could be.
"So, how's it been?"
"Well Black Mage appears to think you're dead."
"Oh really...?" Thief set his elbow in the other hand, whilst he rubbed the side of his chin with his finger in a gesture of contemplation. "And how do you know Black Mage? What's your name?" The elf began inspecting the red wizard's armor, which still had black lines along the borders of its plates, but he appeared to be hiding his hair beneath his hat for some reason.
"Crimson."
"Tell me, do you know a certain fighter named...Fighter?"
The wizard raised an eyebrow. "...That I do."
"Do you happen to be related to him?"
Then confusion took hold of Red Mage. He began to glance between the two, confounded. Crimson squinted. For some reason, it appeared that he could not believe that this was Thief.
"What's your name?"
"You should know..."
A silence came, but shuddered in the presence of more voices.
"No. I am not related to him."
"Hm..."
Red Mage stared at Thief, who was attempting to question Crimson even further.
"Not to startle you or anything, but something about you reminds me of him."
Thief was right.
"I just came from the same school as Fighter. Be off."
"On the contrary, I'll escort you home. How about that?"
Red Mage was confused. He didn't understand what the either of them were doing. Crimson shrugged, Thief nodded, and all of a sudden, the three were walking in a scattered formation back to the abode of the lone Black Mage, with Thief in the front and Red Mage in the back. Crimson was off to the side.

07-01-2006, 05:56 PM	#11
Seran Monty Mole Join Date: Jan 2006 Posts: 875	"My connection to Fighter is of no importance, stranger." "W-what was that about?" "What? The attacks?" "That underwater monstrosity tried to drown me and impale my carcass!" "It already stabbed your once-soon-to-be-carcass." "Crimson!" After the assault, Crimson and Red Mage were once again walking along the path, this time returning to the home of Blakc Mage and the absent Fighter. red Mage had flung his arms in the air out of fear and shock, thinking that he felt the prongs of that trident on his back. "Please don't taunt me like that. It's not very nice." "Taunt? I was only stating the facts." Crimson had kept his gaze on his comrade from the time they had departed. "But facts can taunt..." replied Red Mage, who hung his head rather miserably. Crimson nodded as he realized what he meant and glanced to the side. He instead decided to focus on the bushes, although the silence was what captivated his ears. Red Mage then raised his head to the branches above, wanting only to watch the trees disappear into the sidelines of his vision, and yet another uneasy silence fell for the remainder of the trip. Well, it would've been the remainder if someone had not halted them soon after. Down came Thief, tumbling from a tree. He landed on the ground with an "OOF!" and a new bruise on his head, and then he fell onto his arm and side. The ninja winced, looking rather ashamed of such a clumsy performance, but he quickly collected his senses and gathered himself, leaping up onto ihs feet. Crimson stared with an awkward and indifferent expression, although it seemed to conceal scowling, and Red Mage jumped forward and hugged Thief like a frightened cat. "Oh my god, where have you been...?" "Ghhk -- get -- off -- me -- human!" Red Mage's hug, despite his highly flawed flesh and fragile bones, was crushing the elf. Thief would not seem as desperate if the hug was more lighter. But this particular embrace was very constricting. Crimson's mouth-mask shifted, as though he had opened his mouth to comment, but he quickly withdrew and pulled his hat tighter against the top of his skull. Barely any hair could be seen. Thief, gasping for breath but only hurting his lungs, found a time to relax well after Red Mage had released him, and then Thief eyed Crimson with great suspicion. "You seem familiar." "Fascinating." The simple and clever comment made Thief stare at Crimson's face, as though trying to detect a hint of sarcasm, but he instead looked at Red Mage. "Hey. You. I've been thinking while I was gone. There appears to be a bounty slapped on your pale forehead, you know." Red Mage's grin faded, and he blinked at Thief. "...You're not going to..." "I've been considering more whether it would be more profitable to turn you in, or to help you." Then the mage instantly began to pray that Thief would turn to aiding him through these dark times. Crimson chuckled heartily with a slap on his back. It seemed that he was confident; he seemed to believe that Thief would not hand Red Mage over for a reward, despite how large it could be. "So, how's it been?" "Well Black Mage appears to think you're dead." "Oh really...?" Thief set his elbow in the other hand, whilst he rubbed the side of his chin with his finger in a gesture of contemplation. "And how do you know Black Mage? What's your name?" The elf began inspecting the red wizard's armor, which still had black lines along the borders of its plates, but he appeared to be hiding his hair beneath his hat for some reason. "Crimson." "Tell me, do you know a certain fighter named...Fighter?" The wizard raised an eyebrow. "...That I do." "Do you happen to be related to him?" Then confusion took hold of Red Mage. He began to glance between the two, confounded. Crimson squinted. For some reason, it appeared that he could not believe that this was Thief. "What's your name?" "You should know..." A silence came, but shuddered in the presence of more voices. "No. I am not related to him." "Hm..." Red Mage stared at Thief, who was attempting to question Crimson even further. "Not to startle you or anything, but something about you reminds me of him." Thief was right. "I just came from the same school as Fighter. Be off." "On the contrary, I'll escort you home. How about that?" Red Mage was confused. He didn't understand what the either of them were doing. Crimson shrugged, Thief nodded, and all of a sudden, the three were walking in a scattered formation back to the abode of the lone Black Mage, with Thief in the front and Red Mage in the back. Crimson was off to the side.