Final Fantasy/8-Bit Theatre Fanstories

[CelebrenIthil]

Originally Posted by Seran

Gawd damn, how did I miss that?

Yeah I had noticed but I have forgotten to write it in my message. ._.

Originally Posted by Seran

Autograph? Autograph? Did you really just say autograph?

YES! WHAT AN INCREDIBLE IDEA! I WANT ONE TOO!!!! O.o

Originally Posted by Seran

...who wants me to update at this very moment?

Is that really a question?
Do I really need to answer?

SWEET LORD, ME!!!
:whee:

[Mondt]

Yeah. Sign a paper, mail it to us and then when you are a famous author we can be all like, "Yeah, we knew her... well... not really, but we still did! Look at this napkin!"

XD

Oh yeah, update at this ver moment.

[Seran]

I would, but now I'm on the computer that does not have the story on it.

Darn it!

But I can write some random things just to pass the time by. How 'bout an interactive story between updates?

[CelebrenIthil]

Yeah, why not? Anything would be fine.
I just love reading your works.
Too bad you don't upload them of fanfiction.net ^^"
I would add you to my favorite authors right away.

[Seran]

...I have Zelda fanfiction that I had started long, long ago. So the writing style is quite different. The Last of Promised Light.

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"Are you sure you're not -- "
"O' course."
Bikke was flapping the blue sheet over the campfire with Vilbert standing at a nervous distance away.
"But the fire's burning enough."
"Naw, ya can't have too much fire in a campfire. Yarr."
"Unless you set the forest around you ablaze!" the vampire answered, pointing at all the foliage that surrounded them. Indeed, they were in a forest, and the darkness was absolute. The moonlight slid down easily past the few leaves above, for the canopy was not thick, and nor were they lost. Sitting in the shadows, keeping a safe and cautious distance far from Bikke was Drizz'l, his white hair like threads of the moonlight draped over his shoulder. He glared irritably, cold and freezing, for that morning he had awoken to find someone had stolen most of his clothing. Leaving him with barely anything but shreds of his shirt and pants. Vilbert had given him his robe, but it barely helped at all in the brisk night. Drizz'l shivered miserably, but he didn't want to be even close to that buffoon of a pirate.
Thud!
Drizz'l jumped at the sound of armor falling not too far behind him. He whirled around, as it had reminded him of the Fighter idiot who had stolen his swords long ago. Garland was laying in the dirt, his legs in the air, his skull in the ground.
"A little help?" Garland asked pleadingly.
"No," said a displeased Drizz'l softly.
"...Please?"
"No."
"Please with sugar on top?"
"If you get Bikke to stop trying to set the forest on fire."
"He's trying to what?" Garland exclaimed, toppling over onto his back. He leapt onto his feet and dashed past Drizz'l, his metal knee slamming into the side of Drizz'l's skull. The poor dark elf was thrust aside as a pain exploded in the back of his head, while a grunt escaped from his strained throat, and Garland snatched the sheet away from Bikke. Drizz'l cursed as he heard Bikke casually answer Garland's demanding questions as though nothing serious had happened. Drizz'l shut his eyes to block out the pain.

[Kila_angel]

Wow...really nice. Either I have been reading too fast or you just didn't put how Garland-kun crashed head-first into the ground.
And the autograph thing, I'm kinda hyper sometimes...-_-

[Seran]

“Alright.” Red Mage lifted his hands, and he focused his gaze on something invisible that his fingers curved around. He kept them steady for a moment, while a current of air started to swirl about them. Black Mage held the edge of his hat, not wishing for it to fall off, while his blue cloak was pushed aside by the strengthening breeze. He watched Red Nage’s glowing, white hair flow with the soft wind, his red cloak rising off the ground. A glassy orb formed out of the air, pearly white within its shining shell.
“What’s that?”
“An Orb of Sight.”
“Why does that sound like ‘Orb of Light’?”
“Coincidence, I suppose.”
The air current ceased, and the orb fell into his cupped hands.
“The vision’ll be ready in a moment. I just hope I see it at the right moment…”
“Why?”
“Well, I need to prove something to you.”
“No, when you say that, it makes you sound like you saw something just plain wrong.”
“I did, but I’ll tell you later.”
Red Mage focused his eyes directly on what was in front of him. His expression fell away into a blank face. Black Mage blinked at him for a moment, trying to decipher what he was doing, but he still was most unsure of what exactly it was that Red Mage was doing. The fire clicked and hummed, the wood in the fireplace steadily burning away. Black Mage leaned over towards Red Mage, waving his hand aggressively in front of his face, yet there was no reaction. He pondered over the motionless form of Red Mage and walked back to the chair. He flopped down into it, thinking he had a moment to rest. Black Mage watched the pearly Orb of Sight, wondering what there was to see, and the longer he stared at it, he noticed the white color inside of it slowly evaporate like a fog. More colors appeared in the mist. Interested, he leaned forward, wondering what it was they were about to see. He looked up, slowly, at Red Mage’s face as he saw his hair fall by the sides of the orb, his face grave.
“Come closer if you want to see and hear.”
Black Mage sighed, ignorant of the strange, dark mood of the room, for Red Mage’s shadow consumed his own self, the fire tossing it from side to side. Black Mage walked up to the orb, and Red Mage lifted it to Black Mage’s eye level. The eye of the orb was focused on someplace that looked like a pleasant garden, with a stone path cutting through the middle, forming a circle around the center, then continuing to the other end of the garden. The orb saw no one, so it seemed to ‘fly’ to another position. It was hovering over the circle, looking to the southern door. There was glass all around the garden, indicating it was one of the castle’s special hallways. But why were they looking at a garden in Fighter’s castle?
“Patience,” said Red Mage. “I know – or should know – what we’re looking at. I can see up to twenty-six hours in the future.”
The orb shifted its gaze to the northern door. Suddenly, it noticed a figure in the right corner of the garden, standing amongst the flowers and grass. It was a man, with his head bowed. His hair was long and very messy, with spots of grey here and there. He was tall, his eyes were closed, and he was wearing armor that seemed very similar to Fighter’s – except the crown around his head was much simpler. No jewels, no fancy points, just little peaks and the diamond on the forehead. The cape reached just past his ankles, but the edges were terribly torn and there were two long cuts in it. The red-and-white armor was dull and heavily worn by time. His face was calm, yet the traces of a ferocious warrior were still within its tired features. He stood there, alone, with his hands settled upon one another, resting on the end of his sword’s hilt. The blue blade’s point gently laid upon the grass, not digging into the ground. Black Mage immediately recognized the sword’s color and design.
“Who, exactly, is th –”
“Shush.”
The door by the man opened uneasily. From the door arrived Fighter, his expression weary and worried. The orb glanced to Fighter, but looked back to the man as he spoke.
“Going…somewhere…Fighter…?” he asked in a slow, soft tone, a whisper that would never have been heard if it weren’t for the peaceful silence. Fighter’s eyes widened with surprise, and he whirled around as the stranger slowly lifted his head, his eyes opening to Fighter’s presence.
“Master Vargus!” he exclaimed nervously.
Black Mage looked at Red Mage, surprised to see Fighter’s teacher alive and present in Fighter’s own castle. He felt quite terrible already, but for some reason, he suddenly had a feeling of dread of what was to come. If he no longer held any power, he would surely wither away without anyone to remember him as a notorious ruler of what he sought to rule. In fact, he had failed at nearly everything he had attempted in the past. Glancing back at the orb, he watched the encounter between Fighter, the emperor, and Vargus, his mature and experienced teacher.
Vargus remained in his spot for a moment, his head leaning lazily to the left. It appeared that he was sniffing at the air like a dog, as though investigating some faint scent there.
“Who was it?” he asked Fighter, focusing his glittering eyes on him.

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And there you are. By the way, you do know what an interactive story is, right?

[CelebrenIthil]

((You have a Zelda fanfic? n_n You should really consider www.fanfiction.net y'know.))

I KNEW you were going to insert Vargus somewhere! ^^
I was sure it was him at the very second you started talking of him. Heheh!
things are getting mysterious here...
Hmmm.... I really wonder what's going on...

Also, yes, I think I know what you mean by an interactive story.
You mean that one person post a part, then another continues, and so on?

Also, the "please with sugar on top" is so Garland-esque, and that saying is simply TOO funny, I laughed so very much. ^^
Heheheh.:whee:
Stupid, but how adorable! XD

Also, you rip off the clothes of teh smexay dark elf???
Hmmm...
A little bit of self-interest here, uh? :p

[Seran]

Er...
...
...
...
...yes, that is an interactive story. We can keep going after that little first part between the updates just for the heck of it.

[[ It's been on fanfiction dot net, yo. ]]

Of course I'd put in Vargus! Why would I leave him out?

[CelebrenIthil]

Reasons to put Vargus in: -You like him.
Reasons not to put Vargus in: -none
Result: Vargus is in!
Make sense!

Also, yay! You are on ffnet! ^^
*adds you to favorite authors*
You really should upload yer 8-bit theater stories, yarr! ^^
(I'll make sure to read your story when I'll finish my book ._. )

Also, if I may, I'm gonna give a try at writting the next part of the DW story. ^^
Now.
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The regular cracking of the fire was the only sound that broke the heavy silence that had descended on the Dark Warrior's encampment. If the two miserable tents and the four logs around the much smaller campfire could be called that way.
The dark warriors sat in silence, looking glum and generally frozen to the bones.
They had finally decided to put Vilbert in charge of the fire instead of Bikke, but the vampire didn't seemed to feel the cold as much as the others and kept the flames very low.
Of course, Drizz'l, on edge of catching a cold (if he had not catched it already) and in a rather snappy mood because of the sore pain behind his head, had tried to feed it. But Bikke then decided that he too could feed the fire, so Vilbert interposed, Garland joined to try to calm the spirits, and...well, it turned into a violent argument.
As always.
The fight finally ended when they accidentaly pushed Garland into the fire.
But most importantly, with the last plate of cookies.

So, here they were, seated in heavy silence, pathetically chewing on rock hard burned cookies. Garland's armor was still smoking a little.

After a while, Bikke picked up a small branch and began to play mindlessly in the embers. The others gave him a dark look in unison, and the pirate hurriedly threw the stick away, mumbling something incoherent. Vilbert returned his attention to the dancing flames, lost in his ever-dark toughts. Normally, he would have tried a few rhymes, but everyone was far from being in the mood and it would surely cause a fight in a way or another.

Drizz'l shivered miserably, gripping Vilbert's coat tigher around himself. He forced himself not to let is teeth chatter, his pride not allowing himself to look weak in front of the others. Tough, he could hardly feel his extremities and had a runny nose. Not matter his efforts, he LOOKED miserable.
He cursed silently his dark deities for letting himself suffer this way among these lowly idiots.

Garland had tried to cheer up the others a few time (and shouldn't you have guessed; he failed) but he felt his spirit lower. He looked glumly at his darkened armor.
Sheesh.
That would take a lot of rubbing in order to give it's magnificent evil-shine again. What kind of a vilain he would look like with a BLACK armor? No, that definitively looked awful. What if it stayed stained forever? It would truly be a shame... He had chosen with so much care the color of his armor.
"Mean Teal Aquamarine"
It was so hard to find such a delicate, yet evil tint for a suit of armor.
A shame, indeed.

Garland rose to his feet, brushing a little ash from himself.

-"Well gents, I'm off to bed. Good night." he said cheerfully.

No response.

-"I said: Good night everyone!" he insisted, is tone a little less gentle.

Various moans that could vaguely sound like a salutation(with much imagination, of course.) came from the three others.

-"Splendid!" exclaimed the armored warrior, back to his cheerful ways.

He walked up to the tent he shared with Bikke, and stopped before entering.

-"I wish you all good dreams full of sweets and rainbows and-

-"Yar, yar, jus' go sleep al'ready!" grunted Bikke. The others simply rolled their eyes. Or sneezed.

Feeling a little ruffled, Garland silently entered the tent. He took his armor off, wich was a particularly difficult task inside such a crammed space. Nonetheless, he managed to do it properly, but left his helmet on. He then put his pajamas on (wich were actually boxers with a yellow smiley-face pattern on them (he had made them himself!)) and double-checking carefully around, he plunged hands into his bed roll.
After a little bit of shuffling, a smile enlighted his face. (but we can't see it so it's a superfluous detail... ._.)

-"There you are!" he murmured happily.

He gently pulled from the covers what happened to be...

-"Mister FuzzyDoombringer!" sqealed the man in an affectionate tone as he hugged the teddy bear.

The plushie was obviously old and beared (without bad puns XD) the marks of having received lot of love. He missed hair in some place and had spotty cloth patches in a few place. A long scar-looking rip in the fabric ran over his eye, but it had been stiched with much care. Finally, some false claws had been sewn to his paws in maybe some kind of try to make him look more evil, but it only resulted in making it look sillier.

Garland cuddled the bear for a few moments, but then he heard the loud steps of Bikke coming his way. He hurriedly kissed the bear on the forehead (well, kissed with an helmet...) and threw it under the covers.

Bikke entered and felt onto his covers carelessly, not even undressing himself.

When the pirate started snoring, Garland stopped to fake sleep and rolled under the sheets, searching for the plushie. His hand finally felt on the soft stuffed bear. Sighing silently with relief, he hugged it close to himself and slowly drifted to sleep...

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A small bird jumped on the branch, greeting the morning sun with a melodic whistle.
Garland woke up, first as always.
Actually, he was not really the first since Vilbert was awake, but the vampire simply didn't slept. So technically...

The man yawned and stretched, trying to think of today's plans despite of his sleepy mind. First, he would rub his armor while the others still slept, and then he would prepare an omelette so breakfast would be ready when they wake up.
Yeah, that was a nice plan.
Just a little kiss to Mister FuzzyDoombringer and he would be up and ready to commence the day.
Garland shuffled in his covers to find his stuffed bear.

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The morning bird looked on the ground for the morning worm that would be his first meal. He had just found one under a leaf that looked particularly juicy, and just as he was about to pick it, an inhuman scream scared him away.

"NOOOOOO! SOMEONE HAS STOLEN MISTER FUZZYDOOMBRINGER !!!"

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Sorry if it was so long!!! O________o
I got carried away! n_n""

Tough, the DW seem to suffer from mysterious robbers! What's going on? Is it going to continue? Will Garland ever find Mr FuzzyDommbringer alive? Will Drizz'l find out who stole his clothing?
Oh, so much mysteries, and the rest...that's up to the next writer! ^^
*winks*

Hope it was not too boring!
((I'm sorry everyone if some parts are weird, and if I do lots of errors in stuff like the past tense, but I'm not taking English classes since a year and it starts to show signs. ._." Also, I've been told my dialogues are complicated but it's the way we write them in French so that's the way I write them.
Tough i've added "" around them so it would look clearer to you all. ^^" Sorry for the inconvenience!))