Final Fantasy/8-Bit Theatre Fanstories

[Seran]

Poor wittle Moogles being burned down by mean BM. Where's my chainsaw?

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Black Mage had begun to lose all certainty of the world around him. He could not discern whether or not it was real, for there were times where his head would throb insanely as though warning him of some outside danger, as though the entire thing was an illusion to lure him away into a trap, and there were times that it all felt far too real for him to doubt its presence. He couldn't stir from such a confusing dream. That is, if he could call it a dream. He could not decide whether it was real, was a dream, or was a nightmare. Being a helpless victim of no magic and defense was bad enough for him, but to know that a moron who had been his friend now held supreme power over an entire empire -- and had somehow gained more intelligence, thereby causing him to slash out the eyes of an opposing figure? To know that a certain jerk he knew long ago had taken the throne of a world that was rightfully his? What about the insane idiot who had become a demi-god?
"You didn't hear me, did you?"
Black Mage walked right into Vilbert without lifting his head in time. The vampire pushed him away with great aggressive force, as though offended by this lack of attention, and while the mage fell to the ground he swept his left arm out in a gesture toward the current chamber. Pushing the brim of his hat up a bit, Black Mage raised his head to glare at Vilbert, only to see that they were finally on the seventh floor in the room where Red Mage awaited him. He shook his head at Vilbert.
"No, I did not hear you," answered the wizard stiffly.
"I did say we're here. Now get up, I've got business to d -- why is your hat jumping around the room, my liege?"
Black Mage turned his head to see Red Mage's hat literally bouncing off the walls, as though it had a mind of its own. The demi-god shrugged despite his glowing glory, which made him look very wise though he had just given a somewhat lazy response to Vilbert's question a mere few seconds ago. Black Mage pushed himself onto his feet and walked over to his old comrade. Vilbert had decided to watch the demi-god's hat before chasing it around the room, trying to catch it just to bring it back to Red Mage.
"Whaddya want?" growled Black Mage. He sat down in a wooden chair unlike Red Mage's fluffy chair.
"I was wondering if you'd like a walk in the moonlight."
"With you? No thanks, Captain Plumed."
"Yeah, uh. You used that lame joke ages ago."
"When?"
"When I got brutally mauled by werewolves and no one would hand me a healing potion because you were all jerks and if I weren't so weak at that moment I would have beat the crap out of you three."
There was a brief moment of silence, accompanied only by the sound of Vilbert scrambling over chairs and under tables, still trying to grab ahold of the slippery hat that spun throughout the place.
"Nah, I don't remember."
"Well, it's a nice night outside." Red Mage tilted his head as if attempting to appeal to Black Mage. "Come on, please? I'll be lonely without you."
"Why don't you take your girlfriend?"
"Celebren? What makes you think th -- may I remind you that Fighter stole yours?"
"You didn't have to remind me."
"Yeah, life's unfair that way. Come on, before the sun rises."
"Fine, fine..."
Black Mage stood while the demi-god rose gracefully, rubbing his hands over one another with anticipation. "Excellent! Vilbert, what are you doing?"
The vampire quickly fell over a red chair and sat in it, blinking back at Red Mage with mild surprise in his eyes.
"Pursuing your unusually swift hat. Does it not have any limit to its energy or anything?"
"I don't know, maybe someone bewitched it. Make a check and see if you can detect any foreign magic that controls it. Let's go," said Red Mage as he took Black Mage's sleeve and tugged it. "I don't need my hat at the moment."
He pulled Black Mage along as they departed and hurried along the corridors and hallways, searching for the proper exit to have their nighttime walk. Black Mage hadn't the slightest clue of where they were going to walk, but as he was being dragged along, they pushed through a door and all suddenly went dark. He had suddenly gone blind. Black Mage tried to sense something, but he had no sight, no touch, no smell, no sound; all had been taken away from him at that very moment. Why?
It's as though you weren't even listening, foolish spellcaster of the darkest magicks. Didn't you hear me through all of that nonsense?
Well, I don't even know who this is. Hey, I can hear myself again!
Silence! I don't understand -- how can you be stuck in such a place for so long? Awake, mage! Awake!
You sound worried.
You must be confusing that with anger.
Well, this is all just a dream then?
It could be something significa -- why am I still talking to you? Shouldn't you be awake?
Without warning, Black Mage was pulled out of the darkness into a cool breeze. A calm night above was visible through the thin, delicate clouds; the bright crescent moon hung in the dark sky, with the stars scattered across the dark sea. Red Mage was still clutching his friend's sleeve.
"Hey, let go of me."
"Ah. Sorry."
The young man allowed the mage's sleeve to slip from his pale fingers, yet he kept his gaze away from him and instead focused it onto the path before them. On both sides of the broad path, trees stood with wicked branches reaching up into the sky, and small bushes littering the ground while owls called out to the darkness and wolves watched the two mages eagerly with glowing eyes. A pleasant night indeed.
Red Mage led him away along the path. He looked rather sleepy, with eyelids resting over his eyes and his pace lazier than Black Mage's. There was a lack of conversation as they ventured toward the entrance to the forest around them. Why had Red Mage decided to talk a walk here, of all places? Were Thief and Fighter battling it out elsewhere and Red Mage didn't want to be involved? Speaking of battles, what had Fighter been doing, and who were all of those other people he had randomly come across? Black Mage had so many questions in mind that he didn't notice Red Mage fall behind for the fifth time during the silent walk. They had been quiet for that long. The night was uninteresting, and the cool breeze may had been relaxing, but that wasn't the thing that caught his attention.

[Mondt]

*Waits patiently for Celebren's "SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" *

Seriously though, it will happen.

[Seran]

While he pondered, he failed to hear Red Mage collapsing to the ground behind him, the demi-god releasing a stiff yet quiet moan on the cold path. He didn't notice the sudden pain that was erupting in his fellow's left shoulder, which Red Mage clutched with great force as he clamped his jaws in agony. Black Mage continued to walk along as he writhed on the ground, his throat tight, his body shuddering and his white hair's seducing glow flickering and fading. He cried out to the mage in a rather pleading manner. Black Mage finally turned around, looking for the source of the sound, and glanced to the floor where Red Mage sat on his knees, clutching his shoulder and forcing himself to breathe evenly with a strained effort. Black Mage stared with a dim glow in his yellow eyes.
"Uh, are you okay?"
Red Mage shut his eyes and let out a quiet but tormented groan, falling over onto his side as the sound of creaking bone emerged into the silence of the night. He watched as some form of movement created a small but evident pulse in Red Mage's shoulder, starting to stare with meager curiosity. A few seconds passed while the demi-god suffered and moved feebly on the ground, clutching his shoulder, while some sort of parasite or creature made its presence known within his flesh. Immediately after, though, his skin tore with a sickening sound and blood flew into the air, with drops raining onto Black Mage's hat, and Black Mage stumbled back as a figure raised its bloody head from Red Mage's torn shoulder, blinking with yellow serpent-eyes. While Red Mage kicked and yelled out to the sky with much anguish did the horns of the dragon slide out of the dragon's head and assume their positions, and the dragon lifted its head to stretch its long neck. It was completely covered in crimson stains and pushed Red Mage's cloak away from it. The dragon seemed to emerge, rather, from behind Red Mage's shoulder and not from the top.
"What the hell?"
The dragon's head reared back, and then lunged forth with a rope of flame shooting forth from its jaws. Red Mage slowly raised his upper body with his legs stretched out in front of him, and he pushed himself up into an uneasy standing position as Black Mage tumbled back to avoid the fire. Red Mage nearly stumbled to his left, where the sudden additional weight of the dragon sat, and he slowly reached for the hilt of the sword that hung from his waist. He drew the blade, pointed it at Black Mage, and while he fought back another cry of pain he allowed his voice to creep into the menacing night.
"Die," he whispered with narrowed eyes.
Black Mage watched as his rival raised the white sword and brought it down to him, but he scrambled away before the blow could land, and he heard the blade cut into the dirt instead. He scrambled onto his feet but his hat nearly fell off when the dragon blew fire at him. This was not going to be a fair fight, he knew. Black Mage spun around, backing away, hoping that his magic would work for him. He thrust his hands out as Red Mage advanced on him, his dragon snorting smoke, and the spellcaster shut his eyes as he prayed silently for his spell to emerge.
"Meteo!"
The dragon screamed shrilly, snatching his concentration and scaring him into fleeing a distance away from Red Mage. He saw the trees ahead of him, the black and sinister trees that clawed at the sky while thick clouds stole the moon and light of the stars away from the night. He flicked his fingers at the foe, his voice rising with fright.
"Meteo!"
"Meteo," Red Mage answered in a calm response, and what had not come to Black Mage's command, came instead to Red Mage's word. A massive meteor steered out of space into the atmosphere. The light of the great embers was cast upon the forest, headed directly toward Black Mage, who stood with great shock in his unseen expression as his heart quickened in fear. Meanwhile, the demi-god was approaching him as though there was no meteor hurtling toward them. His dragon snapped its jaws and breathed more fire at Black Mage. Black Mage noticed the attack. He turned and ran for his miserable life, trying desperately to flee into the forest, but before he reached the entrance did a shining object fly past his arm and embed itself into the bark of one of the dead trees. Red Mage had thrown his sword at him, and now Black Mage was grabbing his bleeding arm, staggering away from where the sword had flown past him. He glanced up in fright. There was nowhere for him to go. Flames, flames, and more flames...

[DarkCORN!]

Um...cool, but what the hell?

[Mondt]

Did I miss something? Or is this going to be explained? D'oh.

[Seran]

Is what going to be explained?

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A shadow rolled across the ground. Black Mage's eyes followed the giant figure that was flying through the sky, with enormous wings that threw a powerful wind across the ground below, and a tail clubbing the air in agitation while trepidation continued to grip Black Mage at this new figure. Its body descended toward them and drove Red Mage back. What did Red Mage know of this creature? While the meteor's light was thrown upon the draconic beast, he nearly slapped himself in the head for not recognizing the monster right away. In fact, the dragon was no monster at all. While Red Mage's dragon spat more fire at Black Mage, he scuttled away and hid behind the intruder that had just landed.
Bahamut.
"Climb on!" roared the king of dragons, his eyes shifting back to the shivering spellcaster. "No place is safe for you or anyone else!"
"What?"
Bahamut couldn't be helping him.
"Hurry!" he bellowed, and Bahamut snarled furiously at Red Mage, who backed away with steel eyes and a cold face that easily contrasted with the heat of the fires that were forming. The feeling of hope, yet dread, exploded in Black Mage's stomach while he clambered onto Bahamut's back. Now he was impatient. He wanted to leave right away. The wind howled and grew fierce, no longer cool but instead burning with the rage of the demi-god. Red Mage's hair became a crimson color that spread more rapidly than the fires around him, and it whipped in the wind as he tore his cloak off of him. He tossed it aside. Bahamut lifted his great wings, took flight, and Black Mage clung to his back as they escaped the forest that had been promising death -- while they both gazed up at the blinding light of the approaching meteor. It was far too close. They could feel its burning heat. Bahamut turned and soared away as quickly as he was able to. The wind blew into Black Mage's hidden face and would have taken his hat, had he not held onto its brim while bracing against the wind, his heart pounding and his head spinning in the rush of the escape from the Meteo spell. The oversized, flaming rock was right behind them as it started to crash into the ground with such devastating force, it was hard to imagine how much damage it would cause to the forest and to the cavern that was not too far away from the landing point. Bahamut did not dare to even look back. Nor did Black Mage. His blue cloak flapped in the wind while he gulped down his fears and kept to the dragon king's back, scanning the forest below as it vanished into the distance. Black Mage could not see himself and Bahamut in Red Mage's eyes, disappearing into the distance like airborne rats that had easily escaped sure death, but he could see himself laughing at Red Mage's failure to kill him. He smiled to himself. What an idiot. But soon, Bahamut took a sharp turn down toward the canopy of the forest to his left, a roar bursting forth from his throat while flames engulfed his right wing. The meteor was far behind, but it wasn't the spell that had burned Bahamut's wing. No, it was Red Mage flying right beside them!
How had he forgotten? Red Mage had wings as well! Long and delicate wings with feathers, but he had sailed into the sky without any trouble at all, and the dragon on his shoulder had just sent a scorching torrent of embers onto Bahamut's wing. The giant beast thrust his head toward Red Mage and thundered angrily, raising a claw to punch at the demi-god. The fight was not over. Black Mage searched wildly through his cloak and pants for some weapon to fight their foe off with. He was blind in the raging wind and could find no weapon, while the weight of having no spells soon made itself very prominent in his horror, as Bahamut twisted and lurched beneath him in an effort to battle against the swift yet dangerous demi-god. Bahamut was swinging at Red Mage and lashing his tail out at him, even trying to get his enemy with his great wings every now and then. The dragon king was larger than all other dragons, that was true, but it was not pleasant to be riding him when he was fighting against a human who had nearly as much power as him.
"Give him to me!" shouted Red Mage. He truly wanted Black Mage dead.
"Begone!" roared Bahamut in his deep tone, and an orb of energy formed between his wicked jaws. Red Mage, with his sword clutched in his right hand, ducked away with a single flap of his wings while Bahamut fired a bullet of Mega-Flare at him. The shot missed and crashed into the forest below. Their opponent flew up, sword in hand, and cut Bahamut up the stomach and chin. The beast groaned but continued to fly.
"Bahamut!"
The dragon defiantly shot at Red Mage once more with another bullet of Mega-Flare, and this time the attack landed against the demi-god's chest. Red Mage's bloody dragon, with trails his blood still falling off of it, opened its jaws and retaliated with a massive breath of scarlet flame. The attack caught Bahamut across the head. Black Mage widened his eyes as he noticed that the dragon king was nearly blinded by the assault, and he soon had more trouble flying against the wind and cold air. Black Mage glanced back to see the meteor gone, but with a legion of fires left to devour the forest and the night. Red Mage fell toward a tree below, yet he landed without trouble and clutched his injured chest, as though his ribcage had succumbed and he was suffering for it. Black Mage sneered at him mockingly.
"Bahamut!"
Black Mage watched him attempt to fly, but his chest seemed to cave in and he grabbed at it again, breathing with great difficulty. The crimson dragon roared at them, green scales more noticeable once most of the blood had fallen off. Black Mage wrapped his arms around Bahamut's neck.
"I can't see," the dragon king whined in despair. "I can't see. I've been blinded by that wretched human. I can't see."
"Where are we going?"
"The castle..."
"I can get there fine without your eyes. Come on."
Seperating the castle and the forest were the fields, where Black Mage could easily see another battle taking place. Armies clashed with one another up ahead, swords flashing, spells booming, beasts growling, and carcasses collapsing. Their fight with Red Mage had ended with a lucky Mega-Flare, but would anybody shoot at them if they flew overhead?
"There's a battle ahead. Should we fly in?"
"They'll be too busy to see if we're on either side. It'll be fine."

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Note that I finished the nightmare over the week I have been absent. In one day. The whole story's a bit rushed, so...
...Besides...
-Points at signature.-
Incoherence. Stress. Hurt.

[CelebrenIthil]

*coughs*

Well...
That was...

Hurm...

*rubs neck*
I...dragons...shoulder...

...Well, that was unexpected... ._.

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You know what? Even that will not change my mind.

*pull her hat on eyes and sides with Red Mage*

I'm with him thick and thin, no matter if he grows dragon heads in weird places and goes into homicidal rages against old friends without any explicit reasons!
*cross arms*
I say!

Now, I should have posted this since soooooooo long!

Originally Posted by Seran

the girl next to him giggled at Red Mage’s mind reading ability. “Now, Celebren, how about you head down to the kitchen and cook something for our guest?”
The girl – named Celebren, apparently – nodded quickly with a smile, then immediately left the two in the room, hurrying out the door.

:whee:

((Sorry for putting artwork in this thread! It's done since sooo long and I had the urge to finally post it (even tought the scan killed it) but right now I should be doing my homework, and I don't have the time to reply to everyone's very nice comments. You don't even have to give me feedback here as the picture will go in the fanart thread as soon as I have enough time to write my replies. Kisses!))

[Mondt]

Originally Posted by Seran

Is what going to be explained?

Why RM is trying to murder BM.

I don't get it...

[Robert Paulson]

And now, the conclusion of the semi-new adventures of the Light Warriors.

Fighter, RedMage and Thief were running through the forest amidst the blaze that was consuming the entire region. After searching for what seemed like ages, Fighter noticed a very wide crack in the ground that wasn't there before. He looked down and saw BlackMage and what looked like a Moogle at the bottom. He called out, "Hey guys! I found him!" RedMage and Thief caught up, asking, "Where?" "Down there!" Fighter said, pointing to the bottom of the chasm. Thief yelled, "Then we've no time!" The ninja grabbed Fighter and threw him in. Fighter shouted, "WAAAAAHHHHH!!!!" As he fell. Thief then jumped in. RedMage, watching closely, mimicked Thief by grabbing a nearby Moogle body that was eletrocuted to death, threw it in, and jumped afterwards.

BlackMage was trying to ascertain what this so-called, "Slam-dancing Moogle" was saying. He hoped, he prayed, that "slam-dancing" wasn't Moogle slang for "most perverted." Just then, he heard an all-too familiar voice yell, "WAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH Oomph!" He saw that Fighter had fallen in, then Thief landed on Fighter's body as to break his fall. Two seconds later, a dead Moogle landed near BlackMage, with RedMage breaking his fall on the Moogle corpse. The pale Moogle told, "So your companions have appeared. I also hold you lot responsible for what's happening." Thief questioned, "Responsible? What, you mean for the spontaneous forest fire?" The Moogle answered, "Yes. Your companion here went nuts and shot black magic everywhere. I lost good friends on this day, all because of him, and you harbor his actions!" Fighter told, "But of course! He's our bestest best friend! Oh, and you'll have to excuse the fire. You see, sometimes, BlackMage stores up a lot of magical energy. Sometimes, he stores up so much energy, that he must release it, which can result in property damage." The Moogle responded, "So, in other words, your friend was indulging in a destructive form of masturbation." BlackMage interrupted, "Oh, for the love of Darko, never use the words 'destructive' and 'masturbation' in the same sentence ever again!" To which Fighter retorted with, "But you just did!" BlackMage instictively reached for his dagger, but he couldn't, for both of his arms were too broken to move. RedMage was oddly observant of the pale Moogle for the entire time he was down in the chasm, then he broke his silence, "No, it can't be. Mog, Mog the heroic Moogle of legend!?" The Moogle chuckled, and replied, "No, Mog's not my name. Name's Zoog, but I know what you're referring you. You must be familiar with the fable about the Espers and the Gestahl Empire, yes?" RedMage told, "It makes for a fantastic RPG module!" Zoog continued, "Whoever made up that setting based the character of Mog off of me. I'm the original slam-dancing Moogle." RedMage was astonished. He couldn't contain his excitement. the red wizard blurted, "Whoa, this is like, too awesome for words! The original Mog, live, and uncut!" Thief was looking away, thinking to himself, these Moogles are just like the humans; non-Elves. Nothing the non-Elves say makes any damn sense whatsoever, but the harder he tried to ignore the others, the more his brain seemed to focus in on the conversations. Suddenly, Fighter asked everyone, "How are we gonna get out of here?" Zoog said, "Oh, that's easy. I can teleport us out of here. In fact, I'll teleport all of us, except the black wizard. He stays." Fighter protested, "But you can't do that! I love the little guy!" Thief added, "Granted, BlackMage is a non-Elf, but he is vital to our success." RedMage went into speech-mode, "And think about it, would Mog abandon someone just like that? No! He'd either rescue him immediately, or if it was an enemy, he'd kill him on sight, then strip his body for gil and items. If you really want justice for your fallen brethren, why didn't you kill him sooner?" Zoog awkwardly responded, "Um, uh, because I'm against killing? Okay, I wanna keep him down here so he can't destroy anymore lives. I feel that's appropriate." Fighter said back, "But, you don't have to keep BlackMage down here. We'll watch him more closely, and make sure he expends his energy more responsibly, right BlackMage?" The blue mage answered, "Shut up. Just shut up." Zoog confided, "Alright, if you care for him that much, then I'll rescue him too." "Yay!" Fighter cried out. Zoog did a gesture with his hand, and commanded, "Exit!" The four Warriors and Zoog had been teleported out of the chasm and back on the worn-out path, now leading outside of a burned down forest. Zoog then casted a spell on BlackMage, healing his wounds. BlackMage stood, and the first thing he said was, "This is for that smartass comment you made about me saying destructive and masturbation in the same-" "-You said it again! That makes you a hypocrite!" Fighter exclaimed. BlackMage grabbed his dagger and tried to stab Fighter in the head, but right before his blade broke into Fighter's flesh, the knight drew Slashy and blocked the dagger instantaneously. Fighter remarked, "Oh, almost got me that time, BlackMage! You almost had me." Zoog told, "Consider yourselves free, but should any of you ever destroy life so recklessly as you did today, I won't hold back. That much I can promise." And with that, Zoog disappeared. RedMage commented, "Wow, that was, that was, I'm starstruck!" Thief told Fighter and BlackMage, "Now's a better time than ever to ignore a certain student of red magery." The four warriors marched down the path, leading to who-knows-where, with RedMage blabbering, "Imagine who else we could run into! We just might meet a real bad-to-the-bone dragoon! Or a pink-haired princess! Or a frog knight! Or an actual, factual . . ."

Elsewhere in the world, the Moogle that BlackMage had goblin kicked was still flying through the air. The Moogle was long dead, ever since BlackMage inflicted his spell which killed the forest creature instantly, but its earthly body was still moving through the air, and now, something stood in the way of the dead Moogle; an ancient castle. The Moogle crashed through one of the innumerable windows of the castle, shattering the pane into thousands of minute shards. It landed in what looked like a kitchen. There was a single individual in the kitchen; a man dressed fully in iron armor. He was holding a cake covered in chocolate. The moment the Moogle corpse broke in, the man let out a girlish scream, and nervously threw his cake onto the ceiling. The man muttered to himself, "There's a dead cat in the kitchen, there's a dead cat in the kitchen, oh my gracious! The window's broken! There's sharp, sharp pieces of glass everywhere! Oh my cake! My cake, I spent all day preparing that!" With that, the man walked to the now broken window. He looked outside, with a sudden intensity overtaking him. He shook his fist, and cursed, "DAMN YOU FOREST IMPS!!! I'LL HAVE MY VENGEANCE YET!!!!"

The end.

[Gabriel Frostfell]

Originally Posted by CelebrenIthil

*coughs*

Well...
That was...

Hurm...

*rubs neck*
I...dragons...shoulder...

...Well, that was unexpected... ._.

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You know what? Even that will not change my mind.

*pull her hat on eyes and sides with Red Mage*

I'm with him thick and thin, no matter if he grows dragon heads in weird places and goes into homicidal rages against old friends without any explicit reasons!
*cross arms*
I say!

Now, I should have posted this since soooooooo long!




IMAGE REMOVE'D FOR OBVIOUS REASONS

:whee:

((Sorry for putting artwork in this thread! It's done since sooo long and I had the urge to finally post it (even tought the scan killed it) but right now I should be doing my homework, and I don't have the time to reply to everyone's very nice comments. You don't even have to give me feedback here as the picture will go in the fanart thread as soon as I have enough time to write my replies. Kisses!))

:: peels picture off the forum and runs :: Imma borrow this, be back with it later! :: decides to make present for random forum go-er, and it just so happens to be the fangirl of his favorite character, what a coincidence huh? ::

:rmage: Hmm. if only I had a few more points in my Knowledge - Frostfells, I'd know what he was up to!