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The Final Distance	By : Resting-Madness Category: Final Fantasy Games > Crossovers Views: 924 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Zell stretched his arms over his head for as long as he stretched his jaw during a yawn, and both sets fell like a ton of weight has tugged them down. "Man, I should add showing people around to my workout regime. Who knew just walking and talking could be this tiring?" Stretching his limbs upper and lower with some reaches and squats, he then winds his arms around and around to loosen the tight muscles.
"19:03! Whoa, where'd the time go?" How could it already be seven o'clock? It didn't feel, to him, as though he'd been working for that long. "I'd better get some food."
"Hey, cadet Dincht," A dark-skinned girl called out with a wave; her blonde bob bounced about her face as she skipped by him.
"Hi." He greets we he charges for the garage.
If he's going for Snaps's hot dog shack, it'd be faster driving there than running. He should have asked Irvine to pick him up a sack on his way to the barracks, the cowboy most likely would get food for their guest, he can't just leave them hanging- although, the guy did try ditching them in prison eons ago. He did say he'd of come back for them, but who knows. Irvine's been a strange one since they all first got back together. Even when their memories began to return, he couldn't distinctly pindown the guy's personality in succinct traits.
Guess it's all for a reason, some persons are just made to be a few steps behind in the getting-to-know-you exchange. He sure rubbed him the wrong way when they met. Hitting on the girls, being all aloof as he was. Somehow it reminded him of a less aggressive Seifer. But, once he found out they all knew each other, liking Irvine just seemed natural.
But, man, back then he'd thought that Guardian Forces removing the memories of one's self was the strangest thing he's ever encountered in life, but look at the times today. Time travel. Time, fucking, travel! It's so out there, there may as well be aliens living up in space on other planets.
"Kait!" He grabbed the dashing teen by the wrist; they begin spinning in a circle, as neither wants to relent from the direction that they're going in, resulting in a cyclone of give and take. "You're out late, what have you been up to?"
"Just hanging out with my friends; we were out having dinner and a movie,"
"Oh. Guess you wouldn't be interested in joining me for some dogs at Snaps's?"
"Naah, I just came from there,"
"Okay. See ya around," He slowed to release the teen without hurling him down the catwalk of the flashing yellow garage entrance.
"Bye- oh wait!" He called out. "Have you seen my dads? Either's fine,"
"Squall's in Winhill and Irvine is with some guest in the barracks, he should be back any minute." Zell snapped his fingers. "You should ask him to take you out there to meet them, they're real war veterans from the 1800s."
Kait scoffed. "What?"
"Yeah, it's this whole debacle because of the time compression," Grinning with satisfaction to report such an epic topic and have it well received as shocking, he adds. "We've got real time travelers on our hands. I've gotta run; my gut is putting up a snit. See ya."
"Yeah, bye…" Kait looked miffed. 'Time… travel…' Why did that thought make the scar along his spine itch? It's probably nothing. He continued his way to his shared bedroom in the dorms of Balamb Garden.
Time travel. Get real.
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Kait Kinhart was at his wit's end. He doesn't know how to feel and it's consuming him more than their current situation. On the one hand, he's relieved that he doesn't have to meet up with himself in the current present and murder his own reflection, second, they don't have an existence where they are currently residing, so there's no reason to even weigh suicide as something to do on a rainy day, third, he's aggrieved because of where they are. They're in the past! The far past, and there's no reason as to why except that something went wrong somewhere in the time rift.
Maybe Hyland knew what he was talking about with that whole body displacement scenario. Maybe these people's king has swapped life positions with them. If that's the case, what can they possibly do? There is no Dr. Odine here! There is no time machine! And despite this castle, if history class serves him correctly, is advanced enough to travel via mechanics system underground from point A to point B. It's not holding a candle to their land roving, water skimming, sky hovering Garden.
'Well, I can't deny it any longer,' he thinks to himself as he drops his weight onto a soft, bouncy, four-poster bed, arms spread out like the wings of a fallen angel, with legs placed firmly on the stone floor, as he's neither an angel, but more importantly, neither is he fallen. However… 'I'm gonna scream.' The latter is debatable. Opening his mouth, he's righting himself when his companion walks out from the bathroom, hair damp but being vigorously assaulted with a thick green towel to take care of that. Blinking, a confused then annoyed expression played across his face, and he asked. "You were bathing?" He thought the guy was in their pissing, he certainly had to go despite spending a vast amount of time in the drying desert air. "Don't tell me you're actually comfortable with all of this?"
"Let's see… they're no longer trying to lock us up, the beatings have ceased, and they gave us a room to sleep in, plus a meal is on its way… I'd say I'm fine with being lulled into a false sense of security." Figuring that is what's got his rival's panties going all thong on him. "You should take a bath, too, you reek."
Kait glared, it faltered, as he realized the statement is true, but he glared all the same because of whom it came from.
"The maid already drained my water, cleaned the tub all up… you only have to call her in." He dropped the towel to the floor. "Would you stop impersonating instructor Leonhart? Hyena, you'd think you two invented the perfect scowl. "Think of this as a… vacation to one of those old country fairs. All cometh, and thou, all that middle-aged crap."
Kait laughed, it was funny. It is a strange way to speak. He's surprised they haven't come across anyone who talks in such a manner. But, perhaps they aren't as far into the past as presumed.
"I'm getting the maid," Hyland states. Leaving the comfortable seat on the bed, the albino haired Galbadian exits the room.
'That guy is way to used to this,' thinks Kait with a smile. 'I'll probably find out that he goes to those pointy-hat events every time Dollet holds them.' He turned his attention to the window when a flash appears in the distance. 'Hmm?'
Walking over, he looks out of one of the openings into the castle's spacious courtyard. He can see a bunch of things illuminating the darkness: lights from the small amount of little stucco homes, he assumed is where the guards, maids, and their families live, there are a few torches lit around the defensive stone wall keeping the castle and homes nestled safely inside. But there are a few lights that are noticeable unnatural.
'What is that?' He strained his vision trying to get a better look, but all he can make out are tiny light points that sporadically disappear, as if it's something alive. Something that can blink… and think…
"What are you looking at?"
Kait glanced at Hyland who came up beside, standing firmly at his right. "Do you see there, in the dark patches- don't look where there are lights…. See, just there!" he points.
Despite the poor directing on Kait's part, Hyland does see what is being pointed out. Tiny lights, blinking as if a Christmas decoration. But its moving. It's alive.
"Maybe it's some kind of security advancement? You know, like a motion detecting sweeper."
"Shit they're back!" A disembodied, male voice shouts. "Man your stations!"
"Friendly security?" Kait says.
Locking eyes with each other, they shook their heads while saying in unison. "I don't think so,"
The maid exits the bathroom, a n empty bucket in her hand as she's done filing the bathtub. The water should just be done heating from the fire beneath the stones. "Young sir, your bath is ready… huh? Where'd they go?"
If they hadn't been using float, Hyland would have thought he'd lost his mind; did he really just leap out of the window of a six story drop after his boneheaded rival, Kait Kinhart? He must have, because after touch landing on the ground just as gently as can be, he looked back with an accessing eye of the distance they've covered- a little too swiftly, despite the float breaking their fall and preventing a broken neck, they fell at an uncomfortable speed as the ability can only make one hover, not fly.
And they're now buoyant as they survey the battlefield.
"What can we do?" Kait asked a palace guard who exited the castle from a singular watchtower, that looked an awful lot like a Rook chess piece.
The teen's not interested in what it is, just how fast can it be thwarted to help these people. Anything to toss some chips into their pile to show they're good guys, and no one to be suspicious of, helps.
The palace guard looked taken aback by the floating youths, but shook it off, and replied. "Those monsters are back inside the walls again!" He has to shout over the noise of commanding soldier's booming voices, and the gnash of steel against the hard yet noodle movement of their adversaries.
"Shit!" Kait muttered and was able to quickly grab a hand of the wriggling tail of the limber creature; like a pro wrestler he swung it around in a circle releasing it so that it smashed against the wall of the tower. It took the hit flawlessly.
His rival wasted no time using his magic on the enemy, casting Slow and Stop on any one coming at him; it helped the soldiers a great deal as they were then able to run the creatures through with their spears and swords, spiked maces or an axe.
Kait wasn't even sure if his weapon was even junctioned anymore. He can't recall having it back in the past before any of this mess began. He knew he was ready to face down that Red Dragon going after Aunt Ellone, so he must have it on him. To anyone unfamiliar with the mechanics of junctioning magics and now, with the newly created system, their ability to junction weapons, Kait must look insane patting himself down on the ribs where the spells and function is engraved. Hyland seemed to get the general idea and he located his weapon as well.
The pair fought alongside the palace guards, defending and attacking their way to exhaustion until, not soon enough in everyone's opinion, the monsters made a retreat back into the desert beyond the wall. The couldn't celebrate it as a victory nor could it be seen as a true defeat. For every amount of ten at least one of theirs has been badly injured or… Thank goodness the death toll was only at a low two soldiers, with five people on the badly injured list.
"Let's get them to the infirmary," the general ordered. Turning to look at the pair, who're now shorter than him, their Float having long since worn off, he nods his appreciation for their superior help.
Surely there would have been more fatalities without the help of their Esper magic.
…..
"Why are you standing around at the window?" Hyland looks towards a ticking grandfather clock, then groaned remembering that this era hasn't heard of dayglow digital. Checking his watch would be pointless because it stopped working time in loop one. "Get in the bed, it's insanely shway."
Kait looked over his shoulder, the worry on his face never waned even enough to spare his rival a belligerent expression. He doesn't care how shway the bedding is, or the feast was, or the bath that, despite being so simple had been the most relaxing thing that's happened to him since this all started. He can't shake the nervous sick feeling roiling in his gut that they really screwed things up, by coming back to the past. To be fair, it's not really their fault! The time compression just sort of vacuumed them up! What could they do? They were helpless.
Unable to sleep with his disgruntled friend still awake, he climbed from the large cozy bed and walked over to the window. He silently drew in a breath upon seeing a sea of blinking yellow eyes in the darkness. Eyes that blink in a darkness darker than black, the outline of the wriggling creature can just be made out in the backdrop of night.
"Look familiar, don't they," Kait asked; glancing at Hyland, he can tell that the question need not have been asked. The notice was there.
This place is infested with one of their monsters. The desert is just crawling with Creeps.
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"Is there any way that I can speak with Dr. Odine directly?" Edea Kramer is having a tough time of getting through to the scientist directly. "This isn't the type of topic that should wait through a go-between."
"What's the subject matter?" asks the receptionist. "The doctor is very busy,"
Balamb's headmistress held her tongue from pointing out that the man's work usually consisted of self-appointed research studies. It's how they were able to get him to create the means of sealing the warp portals from the fallout of time compression. Odine's mad brain was already interested in the otherworldly situation, so it's not as if he needed all that much cajoling.
Edea replied, polite as can be. "Tell the doctor we have a scientific discovery that he'll be very interested in. It involves time travelers." Not '-ing' but '-er'. And plural to boot! That should wet any appetite.
"I'll see that he gets the message," says the officiant secretary.
"Today, if you please." Knowing the lab crew, and personnel staff, the head-honcho is likely going to be informed about the phone call a month from now, if you don't say something along the effects of telling them to make an effort to comply urgently.
"Hello, iz zis ze Kramer woman?" Odine's unusual accent barked over the line. "You said somezing about time travelers?"
It was lucky that he'd repeated the content of her topic, because it could have been a recording on the line just taking a message. "Yes. It seems that a portal has opened up and brought with it a group of travelers from another era." She doesn't blame him for laughing, it does sound ridiculous. "I'd appreciate a more sincere ear, doctor. I'm not kidding you; there has been breech from a portal of compressed time, and it produced four war heroes from the Magi era."
Odine is quiet. With a man such as he, it's hard to know what to make of the silence. "My dear woman, time travel is still relatively new- even to myself. Ze sorceress Ultimecia barely knew vat to do wiz ze situation once it was happening, ha, lording over a world that basically does not exists. Foolish!"
"Yes, but let's entertain the idea that it happened… that a compression portal truly removed someone from the past to our time… can they be sent back?"
"In one piece?"
Edea rolled her eyes, and by the power of Hyne managed to not say something sarcastic, it would likely be missed by the man either way. He's the type of person all such commentary goes right over his head. "Preferably."
"I've been doing some research, but it has been mostly inconclusive. Your guest vill perhaps allow me to question zeir actions before ze warping? It could help me formulate a plan of how to help zem,"
"Well…" she knows a bad idea when she hears it. But, it can't really be helped. She personally knows nothing about time travel, so how could it hurt to allow someone who moderately dies to run some test- within moderation, of course.
"Tick-tock miss Kramer, remember, you called me."
"I'd hate to make the decision for them, can I get back to you tomorrow?"
The line went dead.
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"Hwuuuaaaaaahhhh," Locke blinked bleary eyes as he entered the living room of their strange living accomodations. This place has water that heats itself! And not a single one of the lamps needs gasoline! He found himself mystified as he flicked the switch in the bathroom up and down creating and removing the light in the room, before he cleaned the taste of vomit from his mouth earlier in the evening. "Edgar, there you are," He says when seeing his lover seated at the small table where they had an unusual, although delicious dinner. His life has been changed by that macaroni stuff. "Can't sleep?"
"Can't blame me."
Taking a seat across from him. He lifts up a strange item from the table; it's a mess with items of metal and plastic and fabric. "What is this? Or what was it?"
"I took apart the lamp. I wanted to see how it works." Edgar confessed quietly. "I'll put it back together, if I can."
Locke knows he can. Edgar is great with mechanics. How can he not put it back together again?
"This goes beyond Espers and magic… This place is a whole nother beast."
"Well, at least this beast is on our side," Locke smiles. "Sabin is an incredible fighter, I know he's younger than you but he doesn't need a nanny."
"True."
"Come on. Come back to bed, we can make our roommates uncomfortable,"
Edgar snickered at the notion of rousing Setzer and Terra with their sounds as a couple. But he declined with a shaking his head. "Well, as Setzer said, we should more or less make the best of it. We could be here for a bit."
"That's the spirit. I don't like seeing you down," Locke stands. "It doesn't suit you." Going around to the other side of the table, he kisses the king on his temple. "And anyway," Locke pats Edgar on the shoulder. "These people are going to be in our faces quite a bit during this; so we're gonna have to psyche ourselves up for the worst possible scenario, if they can't help us."
"I'm worried about that, too,"
"But, they're sorta indirectly responsible for all of this, so…" He cocked his head back and forth. "we can count on them that they can fix it."
Edgar nods. It was good logic. Like this lamp, here; he took it apart, so he can put it back together again. Good as new.
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Squall looked across the blanket where he and Seifer are seated eating plates of mushrooms and pasta with rehydratable chicken. At least the cheese was giving it some flavor. It was the cheapest ingredients they could buy at the mini-mart, since neither wanted to spend a dime on the other towards a meal.
"Seifer," Squall set his empty plate down onto the floor and grabbed his soda, giving the can a little repeated tipping action, before he stopped and opened it up. "Why were you looking at Terra before?"
Seifer's furrowing brows got his whole face in on the act. "...I wasn't looking at her,"
"Yes, you were; I saw you."
"And what of it?" He takes a bite of food; he doesn't expect a reply because he didn't really want the question answered.
"And nothing. Don't get bent out of shape."
They sit in silence again, but Squall seemed on fire today with the curiosity because he broke the silence once again to state.
"Because, if you're having those thoughts again about becoming the night of some power sorceress, I can guarantee it that you won't walk away from the mistake twice."
The ex-knight tipped his head back asking, praying, begging for Hyne to give him strength to prevent him from shoving his knife hiding boot into Squall Kinhart's bullet-belt covered ass. Offering Squall little reply other than a bored stare before their gazes broke from each other, he returned to eating in relative silence. It's none of his damned business as to why he was or wasn't staring at the Esper girl. He has his reasons, and he doesn't have to explain them to some black-soul emo, despite his being past the age for such a personality trait.
Truth of the matter is, he would like to talk to her. He has questions. Things he wants to know because they're important to him. And if she, an ancient being, might have the answer then doesn't make sense to want to have a talk? Hyne. You'd think he was in love with her with the way Squall is talking. What happened all those years ago was purely an accident. One apparently, he still hasn't quite been acquitted of.
Back in the past. 1862.
Kait lay still in the large comfortable bed, staring at the darkened ceiling. He can't remember sleeping at the orphanage when he was around eight years old. They were all having a barbecue, it felt strange sleeping inside the cold stone home, but it was comforting too, because he had his family and friends around.
He smiled recalling being afraid of that stupid myth, and Seifer helping him through it by throwing him right smack into the situation. He was so cool to him before, but at that time… Seifer hung the moon in his eyes.
'Will new present me have that memory? How far back does a rewritten past go? All the way? Some of the way? Or from the point of change?' He frowned. 'I wonder what my dads are doing? What everyone is doing? Am I, and Hyland, there? Or are we written out because we're here?' It was a question that's currently keeping him up.
"Do you think we'll be put back into the time rift?" He asks out loud, not knowing if his rival is awake or asleep, or even pretending to be asleep, while completely planning to ignore the question.
"If the others are working on sending back the people who took our places- if this is actually time displacement, instead of warping… Who knows. I don't have all the answers, just enough of them."
"That's good enough for me. I'm glad I've got someone around who knows something- even if you're bluffing."
Hyland sighed through the nose, and mumbled half into the pillow. "You pick the worst times to wanna get all chatty,"
Kait shrugged. A response unnoticed by the person meant to receive it. "Can you imagine what it must be like for them? They must be going out of their mind on our side. This place doesn't even have electricty, it's all gas lit."
Hyland wondered if he could sufficate the chatting teen? Would that alter the future negatively or positively? He's not very good with being kept awake.
Kait snickered. "How funny would it be if we helped them invite the lightbulb?" He laughed. "We'd be in all the history books, or at least our names. We'd just mess with everyone that we did it- even when it's true."
Just when the Strand teen thought his frenemy was through talking, he closed his eyes only briefly before they snapped open once again because of the chatterbox.
Kait rolled onto his side, staring across the distance at the pale figure in the next bed. "Do you think they'll mention this in the history books?" He wondered sincerely. "We helped them stop an onslaught, even if all the monsters retreated, we still warded them off."
"Kait, don't take this the wrong way, but, if you don't shut it and let me get back to sleep…" his eyes close. "I'm gonna wait until you fall asleep then wake you up via an ass kicking, because that's what this feels like to me. A waking shake from an ass kicking."
"Geez, sorry, your majesty. Sleep then." He doesn't need to talk to Hyland, he doesn't need to talk at all. He's just having a hard time sleeping in a strange place. But, if his jerk rival can do it, than so will he.
….
Sleep, as it so happens, wasn't as easy for him as he'd of thought. So he decided to do a little exploring. He left the bedroom, the sitting room, made it all the way down the hall and…
It sounded as though he'd just been strangled, as a garbled sound was attempted to be silenced.
"Master Kait," the guard on duty spoke when he turned his head at the sight trying to remain unseen at his side, he asked. "What are you doing out of bed?"
`I hope this isn't going to turn into one of those moments like in a video game, where you have to sneak around a million and five guards,' he smiled cheekily. `Then every time you're caught they send you back to where you'd started.'
"You shouldn't be wandering around," he says with authority. "You could get lost,"
"I just wanted a late night snack," he lied, kinda, since his stomach let out a growl.
"I'll ring for the maid-…"
Waving it off, he says, "There's no need. I'm very responsible about messes and clean up, plus, my youthful independence won't allow me to disturb someone who's sleeping just to throw some meat between bread. The kitchen is this way, right?" He points to the right, with every intention of going whether the kitchen is there or not.
The guard looked at Kait as if he's dropped his pants and exposed a ghostly tail instead of legs. "I can't allow it, your wandering around alone will get me in trouble."
"With who?"
There. He had him.
"Just be quick about it, and be sure to clean up any mess."
"Sir, yes, sir." He gives him the Balamb Garden salute.
Smiling dryly at the odd salute, he mutters offhandedly. "You really aren't from around here,"
"You have no idea," replied Kait.
"Tell me about it," the guard closes the kitchen door. The cook's bedroom is right up the hall, and he doesn't want to disturb her.
Kait beamed. "Really?" seeing a nod, he began telling the man about anything and everything interesting about his world over a plate of shared cured meat sandwiches.
They talked and listened well into the night...
Edgar woke up earlier than the others. He bathed, dressed in yesterday's attire, then left the bedroom without disturbing Locke and the others. He left the tiny home having found no food to nourish him, he was left only to the activity of watching a bunch of strangers, male and female going through an extensive training regime. It was truly a sight to behold. Their stamina was through the roof! Weirdly enough, from time to time they would glow in some sort of blue-green or red-pink hue. It looked incredibly like magic.
"Can you believe it…" Terra joined him by his side, looking over the area from the balcony where they stand. "magic."
"Then it is magic?" He would have been startled by her suddenly having spoken, but the small creak from the door gave her entrance away- not that she'd been trying to hide. "I thought it disappeared from the world completely, does that mean all of them are Espers with a human parent as well?"
A bolt of lightning spun around a young girl who laughed it off before returning to her jog around a marked out dark red oval. Inconceivable! In his day such an assault would send someone or something to its grave. But to just laugh it off while barely breaking the stride in her jog. What manner of existence is this place?
"I sense no Esper spirit within them; how they're able to perform these feet's without magicite I'm unsure. The others; however, I can feel it. But it's very faint, almost as if it used to be there."
"I'll admit it, this place intrigues and worries me."
Terra looked at Edgar, unsure, having heard his closing statement, how to tell him that the place excites her.
"Heeey!" A big grin spread across his tattooed face when he sees he's got their attention. "Remember me from yesterday?" He waves merrily.
Zell Dinghy set the copious amount of shopping bags down on the kitchen floor. He would have put them on top of the counter/tablet but it's covered with boxes and bags from the Returners's dinner. "I can see you guys are the messy sort; Ma would have my head if I'd tried this at home- hell, even the in the dorm,"
Gathering the mess up, he shoves each carton into the large logo bag, then chucks it into the garbage. At least all the food was gone. What a stink that would have caused.
"I didn't think you guys'd be up so early, considering the day you had."
"Any word on my brother?" The king took a seat on one of the stools behind the counter that doubles as a table.
"Sorry. But, we're for sure looking, don't worry."
"Allow me to help you," Terra opens a bag removing a box of what appears to be mashed potatoes. She eyed the word 'instant' with wonder of what that could mean towards food? She's never come across it. "…Zell?"
"Yeah?" He sets a pan down atop the stove. It's the one thing the barracks does supply for cadets. It's nothing fancy, but it gets the job done.
"How are you all able to use magic?" She stuffed a jug of milk into the freezer, then points out the window where the cadets are working out or sparring. "I don't sense any Esper spirit,"
"You think that we're…?" He threw his head back and laughed. Shaking his head in dismay, he waved his hand. "No, we're nothing like that. It's actually pretty simple," Rescuing the milk from becoming terrible ice cream, Zell stored it in the fridge then set to work making the Returners a breakfast of pancakes. He knows a recipe from his mother: 2 scoops of ready made mix and a tablespoon of cinnamon and allspice. Perfect. "We work by a drawing system. We draw magic from monsters, it converts to a set amount of spells- 6 or 4, even just 1. We cast it out to use the ability."
Terra and Edgar looked baffled by the explanation. The poor boy must be having a nervous breakdown from having to play host to strangers.
"Ahah. Y'know, some things are better by example, I'll show you after breakfast." Looking past Edgar, he furrows his brows. "What happened there? Did The lamp fall?"
"I'm sorry. I took it apart; it was easier than putting it back together, I'm afraid."
'Why would you take apart a lamp?' wondered the SeeD member.
"I'll pay you back once we get home."
Zell chuckled. "It's alright, it's not my lamp,"
The trio were joined ten minutes later by Locke and Setzer for breakfast.
"I brought you all a change of clothes," Zell held up a pile of extra instructors uniforms; the ranking bells-and-whistles not included. "I had to guess your sizes, I'll swap 'em out for another if they don't fit."
"Any word from this doctor guy," Locke asks, a length of pants are being held by him up against him for a visual fitting. "who's supposed to be helping us?"
"Not that I know. Matron, I mean, our headmistress will tell you or have Quistis tell you, if anything is going on."
Zell did the dishes while their guest got dressed. When they emerged from the bedrooms, looking rather like they fit in now as senior instructors, Zell gave a whistle. "You guys look great! Ready to wear them in with some light training?"
Just before they could get out of the door, the phone rings barring them inside with its intent.
Picking up the receiver, the SeeD member asks. "Hello?" Listening in, he grinned, giving the quartet a thumbs up. "Okay. We'll be right over," hanging up, he relays the message. "Odine wants to see all of you today, Quistis wants us at the train station at 10 o'clock."
That's so soon from now! This is it, they're going home!
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Commentary: Sabin lost the coin toss, he's still at home in the present past. So, let's see how the story unfolds in that direction. Thank you again for reading, reviewing- if you choose to- and giving this story some attention. It's not easy doing final fantasy that isn't boy meets boy (or girl) or couple/non-couples slap some skin. So your reading this means a lot. Always, thank you.
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