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Uprising: The Beast Wars	By : Resting-Madness Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1109 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Rinoa squeezed her eyes shut as large scrubbing sponges are run up and down her naked body by the Sanitations workers. This was necessary, yes, but humiliating all the same. Especially when strangers aren't that far away receiving the same treatment. They're in two at a time with a 16 person populous. The dead have been washed in a separate tent, dressed, and set into body bags for funerals. To leave them here would be disrespectful to the dead, and the families.
White SeeD called in a special unit to clean the area of its pollution, and the oil spills. Its a job that will take maybe months to get completely done before the place is inhabitable once more. The animals have died, the vegetation- as little as it was for a desert town- all gone from the devistating power of the poison. Neither land or water SeeD has ever seen anything like this.
Kait, who'd been squeezing his hair out, moved forward a step when a punch landed his shoulderblade. Looking over his shoulder he sees Selphie smiling at him. "Oh, hey, Sel'. How're things going? Will everyone be all right?" He asked with the officiancy of the job well done, rather than concern. So Squall.
"We won't know if the poisons been completely removed until we get them into an infirmary for a better check up than Scan." Looking over her shoulder to where a robed Rinoa exits the sanitation tent, she turns with back the teen. "Here. Its my phone. I want you to call Galbadia and tell them you're on your way." Handing the dalmation spotted device over, she stuffs her hands into the pockets on the robe.
"But the trai-..."
"I asked the sub guys to take you." She smiled knowingly. "So," Hugging the boy, Selphie removes herself. "go to school, and see Mara. We can take it from here."
"Okay."
"And Kait," She waits for him to give her his attention before she waves her arms over her head, bouncing up and down to call out "Good job!" like she's 15 feet away instead of 5.
Snickering, he pats her on the shoulder. "Thank you."
"I'll tell your Dads that you killed it when I call."
Nodding, he waves goodbye to her and Rinoa, who'd been drying her hair over by the sanitation tents a moment ago but has currently approached their conversation.
"We're not going with him?"
"No." Selphie replied.
She then stripped off her robe, causing Rinoa to playfully scream as though she was expecting the girl to be naked underneath. The two laugh hysterically about it.
"We've been offered a ride back to Balamb with those guys." Pointing to another submarine that's showed up with the cleaning crew. Shrugging her hand out, she adds. "The captain told me they'd be here a while anyway, so it'd be alright if we hitched a ride."
"Oh."
"We're going in an hour, we have to file a report to Quistis about our progress first."
Selphie took a look around the devestation and heaved a great sigh. Walking to where her old stomping grounds, Trabia Garden, resides; Rinoa can't help but look after her friend in admired amazement of how much she's grown up, while not having changed much at all by remaining so youthful and carefree. It seems all of her friends are that way, ever since she's heard about their past from Irvine.
Its like they're all living Time Capsules of an era where age means nothing, and will continue to mean nothing so long as they live. Cocking her head, she thought about her own life, and wondered if being friends with them has affected her timelessness. Will she never see a morning where she wakes up and wants to crawl back into bed with aching limbs, and just sleep until lunch? Will she ever get wrinkles and call them laugh-lines?
She was sure she could never jump on the maturity train of marriage as Squall and Irvine have; she's never met anyone she's been interested in for longer than a season, and even if she did... Marriage. Uh-uh. Its too big of a step. And then there's Zell and Seifer, they've been living together for ages. Also very mature. She's living with Selphie, but that's different. She isn't in love with Selphie, so there's no fear of strong commitments down the line.
Other than personal interest that are more mature than something a teen or young adult would be interested in; and finer features due to age, they've all pretty much remained active, youthful individuals. Playing Triple Triad, and ordering pizzas for movie nights while arguing over the movie or pizza toppings, or like today playing at the beach. Even Laguna Loire, peppered hair, bad leg and all!
Rubbing her wrist, she walks towards the towering medical Garden. If these little skirmishes don't cease popping up, they'll both stay in shape and put unwanted wear and tear on their yearly aging bodies, whether their spirit feels it or not.
"Selphie!" She called out before dashing ahead to be by her friend's side.
...........
This was new to all of them, the desert village is not used to this sort of arrangement of metal and steal, paint and wires. They're more used to stucco and fabric, sand and dry dirt. Their watery eyes darted everywhere and nowhere at the same time, taking in their strange surroundings.
Everything is weird and foreign to them, even the horizontal pewter and yellow divider lines on the wall. And the large florescent lighting overhead instead of using Hyne's given light. As they're led to the infirmary they're looking at all the name tags over the doors: Poison control, Amputees, Flesh Wounds/Stitching, O.R. 1-4, Autopsy/Morgue, Research/Biopsy. The one that came up the most was hanging over several passed doors in the center of the building: Cafeteria. Some of the villagers murmur over the size of the building, wondering if all Gardens were like this?
A short woman with shoulder length copper colored hair, opens the door for them to the R&B room. "Right this way. We just need to do a thorough check up on you to be sure that nothing is wrong."
The small herd crowd into the large examination room, being asked to take seats on the long padded tables with curtains hanging overhead for privacy. After a while of getting over the culture shock, the question had to be asked.
"What's going to happen to us?" Came the tiny voice of a woman, when she spoke to a person who seemed to hold the most authority in the room.
Penny Myers, who'd brought them into the room, smiled kindly at the woman seated beside her. She's been bandaging as many people as she could, who've broken out in nasty blisters from the poisoning. The villagers are still in pretty bad shape due to their injuries being scrubbed by sanitation, and from sand having blown into cuts and boils. It's a lot of nasty business. She'd planned to ask her best friend, Selphie, what the heck is going on whenever that woman gets done giving her report to Balamb Garden.
"Ma'am, until the site is clear of all contaminates you'll be staying at Trabia Garden. Unless you have relatives somewhere else, then we can drop you off there. But we have plenty of room, and lots of food and drink." Penny looks around as if the medical ward were every area she were mentioning. "We even have a gaming center for the kids to relax- if they don't mind teenaged company."
That only seemed to sadden the woman once again. She'll be burying her only daughter once this disaster is over- if its ever over! Viyanagara is the only place she's ever known. How will she start a new life in a foreign place? Her husband is unconcious, and may not even ever wake up. What will she do without her family? She may as well have been taken by the storm as well! Not even meaning to, she places her face into her hands then cries.
"Ohhh." Penny wraps her arms sympathetically around the woman, allowing her to cry on her shoulder.
An elderly man has been prophesizing over signs of the apocolypse since he's shown up. Honestly, Penny wishes he'd zip it, because he's freaking everyone else out. A few people have gotten together to have a prayer, asking Hyne for help. She's not so sure it's related to the Gods at all. Something about these blisters seem a bit off. But they won't know until the lab reports come in.
In the main office of the building, Selphie and Rinoa are talking to Quistis via the television. It's almost ingenius because its not tv. Not in the sense that it was had back in the day. These televisions are all really just computers picking up telecommunications from waves broadcasting all over the world thanks to Dollet, Timber, and the Satelite ruins in Centra. The people of Fisherman's Horizon designed the screens, and Esthar created the technology behind the tower's uses. You can do everything with these: television, DVD chips, phone use! You simply turn on the phone function and type the number with a holographic keyboard and the world is yours!
"We've evaquated the people, and BIO Hazard sanitasionist are cleaning up the chemicals.... Its gonna be pretty tough considering they're dealing with sand." She blinks, putting a finger to her chin in thought, she wonders out loud with a cock of her head. "Or would it be easier because its sand?"
"Relax those gears up there." Rinoa Mother's.
"I wonder why the monsters would show up like that?" Quistis wonders.
Giving a shrug, Selphie replies. "Maybe the Geezards and 'Boyles smelled the death breath and thought they could get any easy meal." Releazing her insensativity to the subject she adds quickly. "I mean, you know how sensative an animal- even a monster's senses are. Sick breath could smell like the end to them." She laughs dryly.
"That is true. They come around for the carcasses of Thrustaevis all the time."
"But wait," Selphie turns to Rinoa. "you said there was a Worshipper up on the hill, that he was controlling the monsters with some sort of gem?"
That perked Quistis's interest. Its one thing for monsters to randomly attack a place, and an entirely different story if they were commanded to. "Really?"
"Yeah, there was oil spilled everywhere to prevent us from using certain magics, maybe, but mostly it was so the Geezards could use their Fire attacks to torch the village. At the top of the hill there was a Worshipper watching it all, he sent another poison cloud down on them with a rune staff. I don't know if he was controlling the monsters or not." Confessed the girl close enough.
"He must have been! When he died, they seemed confused and just wandered away- the ones we hadn't killed anyhow."
"But that's not their usual M.O." Quistis looks thoughtful. "I wonder what's gotten into them that they're controlling monsters now?"
"Maybe they've given up on Sorceresses and they're trying their own thing." Selphie throws out there.
"Monsters aren't exactly beneficial to whatever their goals are." Quistis adds to that thought. "We've beaten monsters before, thousands of times. Were they souped up?"
"No. Not even a little bit- I mean, their teamwork was amazing, but other than that they were average." Replied the nunchucklist.
"I see."
They're all quiet a moment, unsure of anything more on the subject.
"Quis', if that's all then we're going back to Balamb Town. The White SeeD said they'd keep us posted, but can you do the same? Sometimes they don't know everything that's going on."
"I can for a little while. The situation seems under control for the time being, White SeeD is on site, as well as Sanitation. The townspeople are in Trabia getting cared for." Her check list seemed done. "We can monitor the progress of the cleaning crew for a while, but with testing about to start next week, Garden's going to the I.C.H."
She folds her arms thoughtfully over her chest; her thin silver frame glasses seemed to heighten her professional look- to strangers anyway- to Selphie and Rinoa she just looks like Quistis before she goes into all-range work mode. The two almost had to laugh about it when the woman sighed out her frustrations, but they kept it in and smiled instead.
"Let them know that we'll stay on the ready to help defend them, if they need it." She then instructs. "I can't gaurantee a speedy arrival, but we will drop everything to protect them."
Snapping into Balamb Garden's salute, Selphie says. "Yes, boss."
Smiling, Quistis shakes her head. "Good job you guys." Leaning forward she ends the call.
Turning to her equally dampened haired friend, Selphie cheers. "Back to the beach to parteee!!!"
Groaning, Rinoa could only offer a weary laugh at the prospect of ever getting wet again after the scrub down and shower they've taken not sixteen minutes ago. And they'll have to take a submarine to get back to Balamb. That's a longer trip than when they left from Timber.
"You know what, Sel', I think I'm all beached out." Rinoa states very light-heartedly. "I'll stay here with Trabia, for just incase."
"Really?" She seemed genuinely down about that. "Well, I'll see you at the end of the week..." After a thought she adds. "Hopefully." Crossing her fingers, she exits the room.
Seeing as their conversation has ended, Rinoa walks out of the room after the girl proceeding quietly down the corridoor to the dorms. She's trained in field med. but right now, she'd just like to have the job of consoling people in need.
8 8 8
"Aaaaw rats, rats, rats." Kait muttered to himself.
Sloshing through ankle deep ocean water once the submarine dropped him off on Lapin Beach in Dollet, was not something he'd wanted to do after the unscheduled shower two hours ago on the outskirts of Kashkabald. He was at least happy he'd remembered to remove his boots and socks then stuff them under his arms before exiting. Falling hard onto his butt on the sand- the only fun at the beach he's gonna have this week- the teen slips into his socks then boots once the water threat is no longer a problem.
"Cura." He cast.
A pale blue and white light surrounds him, pink slivers come shooting up through the light as well then the spell takes effect. He rolls up the left sleeve on his RUDE jacket to watch the little pock marks disappear.
Standing up, he scratches his itchy back in thought. Felt like bug bit him actually. Its weird that the scabs healed when he used a cure rather than Esuna or the Remedy. Must be from combined spells of healing and effects and potion.
Heading into town, he stuffs a hand down into the back pocket of his jeans finding his Cred-Card; he eyes the surrounding area for an ATM. Snapping his fingers he recalls that there's one inside the bar Seifer likes to visit when they come to Dollet. His Dads like the place too, but for the sake of a few card games, playing cards or Traid monster cards it never mattered which. He and Zell usually hit the gym, or hang out over at Quistis' place.
Dashing through town, he watched the people through the blur they've become while he runs past them at top speed. Having bounded up the stairs from the beach 2 at a time, he got a longer look at the movements of decoration hanging. It looks like the town is getting ready for a party or something. Or maybe a parade, what with how many stray flowers are hanging out in random locations on the streets. Man, school makes him miss everything interesting. Although, if given the option of one or the other, he'd never give up going to Garden. He wants to become SeeD so bad, he can almost say nothing else sometimes: What do you want for breakfast, Kait? I'd like SeeD. Wanna go make-out? SeeD! You know, stuff like that.
Pulling open the door to the bar, he looks over the smarmy group of toasted patrons who curiously look back. Despite his improved height of 5'4" the 16 year old doesn't look a day over 13 half the time, even though he's ripped underneath. Or he'd like to think so. Zell likes to kid him that its torso acne abs and mosquito bites for a chest, but he knows its a kid. Waving a hand, to show he means no harm, Kait moves to the ATM.
Pressing his password in he then types the amount needed to be withdrawn; double checking the glowing numbers in the small glass covered slot. He then swipes his card through. The screen flashes: Withdrawl Successful. Before pushing out a receipt. Removing the slip of paper, he stuffs it into his wallet along with his card.
"Hey handsome," Came a sultry, deep voice from behind him; as well as a very buff pair of arms wrapping around his shoulders. "care to buy a lady a drink?"
Looking over his shoulder, he says very casually. "But you're a guy?"
"Only by Hyne's design." He whispered in a tone he hoped came out a bit softer and more feminine.
"Tisk, too bad. I really prefer the fellas." Kait tisks again. "Darn." Shaking his head, the teen's removing himself. "I gotta get to school. Maybe next time!"
He darts for the door, leaving his tranny friend in a hip-holding state of a huff. Never visit bars at night.
'Night! Shit!' He has to hurry, its six o'clock!
The Chocoboy ran so fast he was sure he'd passout before he made it to Galbadia Garden, but he didn't have to walk for much longer having located the Car Rental by the docks. He asked for the first one in the lot, and sped off after paying the man for it. It cost a lot less than he withdrew, which was a plus, because someone has to pick the bike up for return once he gets there and that cost some gil.
Kait almost thought about going to Galbadia right off the bat, but knew he had to stop by Mara's first. She'd have a fit otherwise, and he'd never hear the end of it because Galbadia leaves tomorrow morning around ten. So much for having some free time to just hang out there. He's just glad that the bike is quiet. Riding through the field was a smooth trip, and when he hit the forest intersection he only distrubed one monster from its sleep- and that was because he'd run its tail feathers over.
The plucky, mutant rooster fluttered heavily into the air and landed on his back, its claws dig in so hard he'd almost wiped out and hit a tree! He thought about using some attack magic, but he didn't want the spell to backfire and frag the bike. So instead he swatted at the thing, elbowing it in the gut to distract its peck while he reached into his duffle for his Lioger-Canon. Grabbing one, he took aim and fired!
The bird screeched. Falling crumpled to the ground, it writhed and bobbed on the ground. Its wings have dislocated in the twisting fall, and in a sad effort it tried to move them before it died away.
Grinning at a job well done, he cheered himself with a "Woo hoo!" and bounced the front wheel of the bike into the air giving it a dizzying spin on the back wheel while popping off a couple of celebratory rounds into the sky, before lowering the bike to its appropriate level of use.
"Flashy..." He compliments the victory dance. "But where am I gonna get a bike every time?" Disappointed, he shakes his head then speeds off out of the forest.
Rodenite is semi-active in the evening. Farmers feeding their animals, workers closing or opening stores. Women or Men pulling from their garden's crops to get orders ready for market selling. Even in the heat, the air is fresh and pleasant with the scent of vegetation.
"Nothing wrong with a little detour." He says to himself.
Darting off past the grocery store he hops a wooden fence, made of many long beams in a parallel of two. Hurrying to the back door of Terry Kinneas's home, he knocks then peers through the glass with a big grin on his face; spotting the couple at the kitchen table having dinner, he allows himself in when the tall elderly man stands from his seat.
"Grampa!" Meeting the man's grappling hug on equal terms, he opens an arm when Celes Kinneas stands as well and he pulls her into a happy little threesome.
"Has it been six months already?" Terry asked, letting go of his hold he looks the boy over. "You look good, sonny! Lean, not skinny- that the Kinneas gene is you." He laughs wispily. "How's your Poppas?"
"Poppin'." He replied with a laugh. "And by now, I'm guessing that they're enjoying child-free marital bliss."
The elderly couple shared a secret smile, remembering their own enjoyment when Irvine joined Galbadia Garden.
Looking past the two to the dinner table, Kait asks. "What're you having?"
"Collards, and baked chicken." He gave his wife the eye before adding. "Yer Gramma says I need to watch my cholesterol." Hand running over his chest, he snickers. "Don't much think its cause I've gotta watch my weight."
Terry laughed away, while his wife wound her finger around her ear about him. The entire Kinneas family is pencil thin, even though Irvine's adopted; the skinny gene must just run in the regions population. Timber girls and guys tend to be on the lightweight side as well.
"Would you like a plate?" Gramma Celes asks.
Her pale grey wig is done up in a bun for bedtime which would follow shortly after couch time once dinner is over. His Grandfather wasn't as fortunate as Grampa Laguna, he's got the basic horse shoe pattern, and even the horse shoe is very thinned out. Its to be expected when you're 78, the teen supposed. Terry is still very tall, though. Gramma shrank a bit, so now their height is less even and they mimic Zell and Seifer's height difference.
Kait could see the farming couple's cozy existance of enjoyed coffee or tea on the porch out front. She'll have a few games of bridge with girl friends, and he'd spend days re-telling stories around a game show on the tv for his guy friends. They'd have playful arguements before bed, then they'll take out their teeth and kiss each other goodnight. He wondered if his Father's will make it this far? He and Leo might not. Times are different, commitments aren't as strong in the younger sets. They want life fast, all of it, and that's not gonna happen if something remains constant- not even parents! Kids are leaving home just to see if they can; its almost getting sick.
"I can't." Though he pinches a fingerful of collard greens to eat. "I just wanted to stop in and say 'hi', I have to go to Mara's."
Nodding, the elderly woman reaches out a spotted hand and clamps it around the teen's wrist. "You be good. And thanks for visiting." Pulling him down she gives him a big kiss on the cheek, which he returned. "Bye. Bye Grampa."
"Later!" He says cheerfully, in a tone that spoke of his whimsickle soul underneath his aged exterior.
He waved one last time, then headed out. Mara's house is only three houses down after cutting between houses and crossing streets. Kait didn't want to dawdle anymore, and hurried into the house once the door is opened.
"I know I'm late, but something came up." He explains when seeing the exhausted, let down look on his Mother's face. "A village got attacked and they called in for help. I couldn't ignore it; but, I got a ride over." He added a playful laugh to ease the tension of Mara's exasperated expression.
"Oh Miles, I'm not mad if you were called away on duty." She takes a seat, patting the chair beside her so that her son can sit down.
Taking a seat, he grimaces when his hands are scooped up into hers. "Mom," He starts to object but he's cut off.
"I just hope you don't end up in the.." She releases his hands so that she can cough into her fist. When the fit was over, she pats her chest then continues. "hospital." Coughing again, she excuses herself to the kitchen.
He listens to her getting a cup of water, and when she returns it's with two glasses.
"Are you feeling all right?" He asks. Taking the glass, he gives its contents a sip finding out that the clear black glass held tea inside.
"I felt fine until just now." She clears her throat, which feels scratchy all of a sudden. "Must be a bug going around." Taking down some water, she sets the cup onto the coffee table.
"You need to take it easy out here. Its dry season you know?" His hand goes up to rest on her forehead. "Congestion and everything."
Mara touched the boy's cheek and laughed at the concern. "Have you eaten?" Standing, she doesn't walk away. "I've got a lovely salmon with cold soup waiting for you if you'd like- and a salad. I know you're into fitness right now."
'What does healthy food have to do with fitness?' He wondered.
His stomach growled as if to say "Bitch, don't pass this up! Food!"
A dry laugh escapes him, and he scratches the back of his head. "I'll eat."
"Wonderful!" Mara moves toward the kitchen. "Be just a second. Get your bags unpacked."
"I'm only gonna be here overnight. We're testing and Garden is moving to another island." He gets up from the couch; walking about the living room, he studies the photos around the quaint, and homey room. Its got white flower print furniture, a wicker based coffee table with a glass top, and thin throw rugs placed beneath the coffee table and windowseat.
He's seen his Mother's friends before, the man Robert who'd helped her when she went away to get better. Paula Graham, she works in the same store as Mara. There were aging photos of she and him whenever he'd come to visit. He rode a Chocobo alone for the first time here with her- granted it was a teenaged Checobo- but the height made riding it easier. He has his own bird in Winhill, named A.M.I because she was the runt of the liter and her survival was A Miracle in Itself, and she's a green land bird. Imari's Chocobo, Shu, had children with one of the crossbreed male birds that live in the stable of the home of an elderly woman that was watching the bird for him. Mrs. Manaji's daughter, Brenda, offered up the babies to them, and Kait took the land and mountain runner. Squall and Irvine's birds are both black all-terrain lovering males.
The other photos were from birthday parties. Everyone was around then, it was the one time both families and friends really got along. They have barbecues, and let up fireworks, or they'll all head off somewhere cold and ski and snowboard. There are pictures of him in his Galbadian uniform, and one from his Balamb uniform. He hasn't gotten to study at Trabia yet.
The smell of freshly cooked fish wafts into the air causing his mouth to water, and his stomach to grumble again. There's also a starchy smell mixed with it that could only come from rice. Heading into the kitchen, he moves the swinging door out of his way. Frowning at the sight of his Mother leaning against the counter, hand on her head, he takes a seat at the table.
"....Are you sure you're feeling ok?"
"Yeah, yes... sweetie. I just had a long day at the market. And it is dry season," She gestures a hand out since it was his comment she's agreeing with. "I'll take some decongestants and head to bed."
Fixing her son's plate, she's brushed aside by his grabbing the maple leaf decorated plate from her hand.
"I can do it, you go rest."
"You're sweet." She holds his cheeks between her hands, tipping his head forward she gives him a kiss on the top of his head. "I'll clean in the morning."
"Okay." Though he'd planned on doing the dishes despite her words.
Kait put his food together by placing the salmon onto the plate, beside that came beans and rice from a tupperware out of the microwave. He doesn't feel like cold soup, so it was set back into the refrigerator. He ate hungrily after having worked up an appetite fighting monsters, and traveling from point A to B to C and he got himself a second helping of rice, deciding to just finish it off. After eating a few cookies from the pantry, he cleans up the dishes and puts them into the dish washer. He wanted to stay overnight, but he also doesn't wanna over sleep then have to rush to Garden.
Borrowing some stationary, he writes Mara a quick note of his absense then exits the home. Locking the door after him, he climbs onto the motorcycle then rides to Galabadia Garden.
8 8 8 8
"That was a good trip!" Announced Selphie upon arrival at the Kinheart home.
She was really glad to see them just sitting on the couch watching television, she had a lot to tell them and it wouldn't be possible if they were asleep, or otherwise engaged.
"Job well done?" Asks the sharpshooter after being scared out of his witts by the girl's sudden presence.
He and Squall were right in the middle of a good book, and their focus was kind of gone to the rest of the planet. The Gunblade specialist closed the book after bookmarking their place.
"It was. We slaughtered that Worshipper and his monster minnions, and rescued the desert villagers."
Selphie wanders straight for the kitchen and grabs an orange. Ripping into its skin, she peels it quickly away before diving in with a big bite on her way down the hall back into the living room.
"Mmm. Quistis is gonna monitor them until exams start." Leaning against the back of the arm chair, she looks over the pair. "Can I read too?"
"No. We're in the middle, and you wouldn't be interested with it half over." Squall replied.
"I might." Coming around to the front of the chair, she sits down onto it. "You should have seen Kait, he handled the situation like a real pro!"
"That's good." Irvine replied. Enjoying the smell of orange; he opened his hand to a slice, eating it when his request was received.
Squall cocked a brow. "What was Kait doing there?"
"His train was super delayed, so he stayed over at our house yesterday. They still weren't running today, that's why he came over with Rin' and me. He saw us at the station." She shrugged. "What's up for tomorrow?" She asks.
"Beach, beach, one of them rides in the submarine." Irvine thinks. "Then we hit the gym, they've got a zoomba class going this week."
"Ahahaha! And Squall's coming too? I wouldn't miss that!" She's so tickled by the idea that she's leans back kicking her feet as she laughs.
Watching the humored display, Irvine laughed at her laugh. Squall didn't find it so funny. He can cut loose at the appropriate times. Last year he'd entered a baking competition when he'd learned how to make pie crust. He didn't win, but fifth place and participation should have shown his friends that he isn't as tight-assed as they like the believe.
"So what happened?" Squall asked, ready to calm the giggle and change subject.
"Oh, wait." Getting up from the seat, she drops to her knees before the internet.
Pressing 'Power', she waits for the screen to load, and after about 30 seconds the screen comes on waiting for command. Pressing the large 'News' button in the top right hand corner, she presses the button for the holographic keyboard. Rapidly typing on the tv stand's wooden surface, she pulls up satelite feed on the site of the incident.
Selphie and technology have always been the best of friends- once she'd gotten over her excitement of just cramming the buttons down on anything, she's a real natural. She hooked up their system because they didn't understand a word of it. She did Seifer's too. Quistis doesn't watch television- if she can help it- but Selphie installed a television in her home as well.
"There we go." Scooting off to the right, she points. "I don't think there will be any reporters out there to talk about it just yet, but that's what's going on."
The pair lean forward in their seat and watch the white suits wander around on odd colored sand. Some people are exiting houses with arms full, and just dumping personal items into a pile.
"There's poison and oil everywhere." Her lids are closed as digust expresses itself over her face, and she brushes her hands down over her torso as if wiping the residue off. "We had to get a scrub down. The rest of the town is getting treatment in Trabia while they clean the area." Resting her elbows on top of the coffee table, she places her chin against balled fist. "Rinoa stayed behind with Garden. We're still not sure what the deal is, so we'll be kept in the loop." Yawning into her palm, she stands. "I'm beat. Goodnight you guys."
"Night Sel'." The two reply.
She sees them lift their book again. Walking upstairs, she thought about showering but remembered that she's already taken a quite thorough one earlier. So going into the guest room instead, she grabs her nightgown from the luggage and stripping down to her underwear, she then slips the powder yellow gown on over her head before climbing into bed. It may be eight something, but she sure is tired. And honestly, exhaustion is the only thing keeping her from endulging in a really big pile of fish. Weird.
8 8 8
"Uuum, Rinoa." Penny taps the girl on the shoulder.
"Huh?" She stuttered to a stop; a startled yelp came from her throat. "Oh, aha ha, Penny. I'm sorry, I didn't see you standing there."
Smiling, she steps around the shorter girl going then back to what she was doing, which is cleaning up the test equipment and helping starilize the needles and things. Helping the the patients get settled. Its not a problem, its just a bit strange how its being done at almost three times the speed of any normal person.
"Is it just me," Dak whispers to his fellow Trabian Penny. "or is sheee..."
"Moving a little fast? Yeah, I noticed too." Crossing her arms, she shakes her head. "Maybe she just wanted to get a lot done and figured she'd cast Haste to do it."
"Yeah but, doesn't that usually have like... a reddish glow with it?"
"You're right.... Maybe she's found a new way to tap nto magic without casting." Penny teased.
"Ha. Wouldn't that be something." Dak chuckled.
But still. It is very strange.
"Do you think its side effects from the poison smog?" Penny wondered.
"Its creepy to think about it, you know, magic losing control inside of you..." Dak cocks his head at the speed demon buzzing about the room. "just casting itself without your permission."
The two shivered. Such a thing could be dangerous if its attack magic. Maybe Rinoa should have some test done on her as well?
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Azena shook with weakness of the knees. Her hands release the handles of the machine, and she falls to the dirt floor. Her men gather to help their ruler, and they lift her from the cool earth floor walking her in through a cave opening. They laid her down on the pillows and puffs covered in a large blanket. They made this for their queen months back. They do not need to sleep or rest, but they understand the need of it with their Ruler. She is half human after all.
The men gather around the bed and insure her health is fair. Azena is sweating heavily, and her breathing is rapid and shallow. But she doesn't care. The pain is a small price to pay for the overall knowledge that the village in the desert has been obliterated. ...The birthplace that's caused her so much pain, and destroyed her family, is now nothing more than a rotting compost heap.
It was unusual for one of the stoic, zombie-like men to exhibit such emotion as he nearly tripped over his own feet and robe making his way into the make-shift bedroom. The others cleared the way for him. He dropped to his knees and whispers into the young woman's ear.
"How could they! ....Rrrr." Pain raked her body just from trying to sit up as she spoke. Laying back down, her glare could melt glaciers. "How could anyone dispel that much poison? HOW!? They should have all died!" She smacks away one of her minion's hands when he set it down on her chest to keep her down on the bed.
The Zealot leaned over and whispered the scenario to her.
"Damn them... rrrr.. They're more formiddable" Calming herself, she closes her eyes and very carefully says. "I need more strength then. The more towns infected, the less likely they'll be able to cure them all. And anyone left alive, shall be turned into slaves in my new world." She pounds her fist against the bed in anger. "If only I didn't need to regain my strength after each use."
A Worshipper approaches, dark purple robe swishing as he moves across the soil floor. Kneeling, he mutters to his Ruler about something he's discovered while doing research.
"Tincture?" She listens a bit more. "Can it really do that?"
He nods.
"Find the recipe and make a batch, make eight!" She corrects. "I need enough destructive power to change this filthy planet. Until then, pick a location and show them some pain."
"Yes Misstress." They hiss in unison, though only two leave the room.
Somewhere in Haspberry Plains, but high up on a cliffside, early in the morning the next day. Laguna Loire gives a big yawn. Swallowing, he's suddenly very alert and hurriedly crawls over to a nearby ledge. "Bleh! Bleh! Bleh!" He exaggerates as he spits out morning breath and saliva. "Uuugh!" He then groaned.
On his feet, he walks over to his knapsack and removes a little bottle of mouthwash he'd taken from the Dollet Hotel after he'd spent a night there when arriving 3 days ago. Gargling and spitting, a refreshed sigh is expelled and he's now standing proudly looking out to where the sun should be rising within a half hour. Another beautiful morning.
And he'd gotten to see his Grandson ride through lastnight; it was hilarious, when the teen was standing on the beach he threw a rock down at him, pegging him right on the back- Kait didn't even feel it! Body of stone, that's his boy alright! Or maybe Kiros and Ward meant it in sort of a hard-headed way, whenever they've said it about him? Hmm. Either way, it had him laughing out loud about it.
He's up in the mountains because he's writing another article for Timber Maniacs Global Expedition Version. Now and then Laguna does articles for them, they're a good little slice of fun for the aging male, and the pocket change isn't bad either. Laguna's an explorer at heart. Stars over his head, dust and little bugs in his hair, pained hips from sleeping in a sleepingbag; you know, the life!
"Breakfast." He declares to noone.
Rifling for the only pan he's brought with him, he removes a battery operated coffee brewer next, then some food stuffs. A can of spam, an egg from a tin box- hopefully they haven't spoiled with the heat conditions, but it had cooled off lastnight, and since he'd bought them in town around five p.m, he figured they'd be good-to-go. Setting up breakfast took a good ten minutes, and making a fire off barely anything took a little bit longer.
But by the time the sun came up, he's got a nice hot cup of coffee in his hands while he sits half indian style- his bad leg is outstretched to keep it from cramping up- he sips gradually while watching its beauty.
"Whoa! Ooof!" Falling forward he spills the rest of his cup all over the rocky cliff. "What the?"
Grabbing his favorite assalt rifle from its duffle, he takes aim at the monster he believed to be hunting for his scented meal. Laguna blinked in surprise when seeing that the Thrustaevis' had plans elsewhere; slamming into him was just a mistake on their part.
"What the what?" Peering over the cliffside, he cocks his head. "Are they heading into town?" Crawling, he removes his binoculars from his knapsack and zooms them in on Dollet. Strange bird brains. But that wasn't the weird thing. A dark cloud is heading their way. A storm is coming.
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Author's Notes: Excuse my misspellings, and grammar! ^_^
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