Hypothetical Final Fantasy VIII Visit
Entropy Judge
Recurring Bouts of Misanthropy
And I think that's the last of these Hypotheticals; other worlds will likely be visited by Flan with Alma & Co.
"Er … did anything happen? It … it doesn't seem like anything happened." A tense, questioning voice in the darkness - but more importantly, what happened to form? Why was form gone?
"I know nothing happened, Flan! I don't know why … I did everything right, so …." Another voice, completely unfamiliar and drenched in worry. And yet, such an important voice. It must be helped, that voice. Fear of formlessness was banished in the face of that voice's worry; it must be helped. But - how?
"Hehe." The first voice and a vaguely mocking sound. "You're worried about it, aren't you? That's sweet."
"I am not worried about him! I'm worried about myself! He was a lifeline, in case something happens to this body before I'm well and truly back to normal. But if something happened, if the connection's gone - then I don't have that safety net. That is what's worrying me and that's why I'm trying to figure out what went wrong!" The denial was, for some reason, endearing. A dishonest voice? But one that is pleasing to hear.
Perhaps … perhaps form was not lost? Perhaps it was simply … changed?
Somewhere, a massive metal claw twitched uncertainly.
"… So you're saying that there's a giant airship flying over Esthar and there's nothing we can do to stop it?" The President sighed and slumped over his desk.
"Yep. Unless you have another one of your crazy plans that always seem to work out. On the other hand … well, they don't seem to be attacking anything. Whoever's flying it is just … playing around, I guess." The advisor shrugged and leaned against the desk as a third man looked out the window at the red ship wheeling through the sky. "We've tried radioing them, but all we get is some gibberish that no one can understand." The shrill tone of a ringing telephone interrupted him, and he frowned as he picked it up. "President's Office … yes. Really? Hmm … one moment." He covered the receiver with his hand and looked at the President. "It seems that someone up there can speak our language, and they're requesting permission to land. What do you say?" The President groaned before shooting to his feet.
"Right, first contact with people from somewhere else. Might as well let them set down, but we're going to have to meet them." His advisor nodded.
"Get them cleared to land, and get a force to meet them. The President is on his way. Really? Thanks, that's good to know." The advisor grinned as the three of them left the office and made their way to the parking lot.
"Alright, what's got you smiling like that, Kiros? It can't be anything good." The advisor shrugged.
"Oh, it's nothing. Just that the person who contacted us was a woman and wanted to meet someone 'good-looking.' I'm just wondering how she'll take it when the person she ends up meeting is you." The President glared at his friend.
"Fine. Just for that …." He dashed ahead and spoke to the aide waiting at the car, then pumped his fist in the air victoriously. When his advisors caught up to him, grinned and swirled the keys around his finger. "I'm driving!"
The sea was filled with warships firing at each other in the evening sun. In the midst of the battle was a single unarmed ship, long and with wide white wings. It soared along the waves, entering the embrace of one navy and seeking to escape the fighting, but as the target of the other navy, conflict followed it. Then the red airship swooped down, the mere wake of its passage stunning many on the seas below - and then it pulled up, made a loop, and began firing its weapons at the attacking fleet. Ships were blasted and pulverized by its secondary weapons, and as it dropped to sea level to savage a battleship with its claws, a flurry of brilliant white missiles erupted from its waist. Then something else leaped out, a mere speck compared to the hundred-meter-long destroyer, but a speck that dashed to the next battleship and tore through it, mauling the crew and soldiers before unleashing a massive gout of flame through the side of the vessel.
The battle was over; their mightiest ships rendered worthless in a minute, the attacking fleet attempted to break away and flee - in some cases, even without orders from theit shocked captains. The defending fleet, and the ship that had been under attack, allowed their enemies their flight. Not so the avenging airship or its diminutive co-combatant. They leisurely picked through the fleeing ships, wrecking and sinking them with impunity, until only a single vessel remained. Upon that ship, the 'speck' landed, contemptuously ignoring the defending machines and cyborgs, and presented a missive to the captain. Then, and only then, was the ship allowed to flee, bearing the charge to its nation that their great red fortress must meet the vampire in combat.
"I know nothing happened, Flan! I don't know why … I did everything right, so …." Another voice, completely unfamiliar and drenched in worry. And yet, such an important voice. It must be helped, that voice. Fear of formlessness was banished in the face of that voice's worry; it must be helped. But - how?
"Hehe." The first voice and a vaguely mocking sound. "You're worried about it, aren't you? That's sweet."
"I am not worried about him! I'm worried about myself! He was a lifeline, in case something happens to this body before I'm well and truly back to normal. But if something happened, if the connection's gone - then I don't have that safety net. That is what's worrying me and that's why I'm trying to figure out what went wrong!" The denial was, for some reason, endearing. A dishonest voice? But one that is pleasing to hear.
Perhaps … perhaps form was not lost? Perhaps it was simply … changed?
Somewhere, a massive metal claw twitched uncertainly.
"… So you're saying that there's a giant airship flying over Esthar and there's nothing we can do to stop it?" The President sighed and slumped over his desk.
"Yep. Unless you have another one of your crazy plans that always seem to work out. On the other hand … well, they don't seem to be attacking anything. Whoever's flying it is just … playing around, I guess." The advisor shrugged and leaned against the desk as a third man looked out the window at the red ship wheeling through the sky. "We've tried radioing them, but all we get is some gibberish that no one can understand." The shrill tone of a ringing telephone interrupted him, and he frowned as he picked it up. "President's Office … yes. Really? Hmm … one moment." He covered the receiver with his hand and looked at the President. "It seems that someone up there can speak our language, and they're requesting permission to land. What do you say?" The President groaned before shooting to his feet.
"Right, first contact with people from somewhere else. Might as well let them set down, but we're going to have to meet them." His advisor nodded.
"Get them cleared to land, and get a force to meet them. The President is on his way. Really? Thanks, that's good to know." The advisor grinned as the three of them left the office and made their way to the parking lot.
"Alright, what's got you smiling like that, Kiros? It can't be anything good." The advisor shrugged.
"Oh, it's nothing. Just that the person who contacted us was a woman and wanted to meet someone 'good-looking.' I'm just wondering how she'll take it when the person she ends up meeting is you." The President glared at his friend.
"Fine. Just for that …." He dashed ahead and spoke to the aide waiting at the car, then pumped his fist in the air victoriously. When his advisors caught up to him, grinned and swirled the keys around his finger. "I'm driving!"
The sea was filled with warships firing at each other in the evening sun. In the midst of the battle was a single unarmed ship, long and with wide white wings. It soared along the waves, entering the embrace of one navy and seeking to escape the fighting, but as the target of the other navy, conflict followed it. Then the red airship swooped down, the mere wake of its passage stunning many on the seas below - and then it pulled up, made a loop, and began firing its weapons at the attacking fleet. Ships were blasted and pulverized by its secondary weapons, and as it dropped to sea level to savage a battleship with its claws, a flurry of brilliant white missiles erupted from its waist. Then something else leaped out, a mere speck compared to the hundred-meter-long destroyer, but a speck that dashed to the next battleship and tore through it, mauling the crew and soldiers before unleashing a massive gout of flame through the side of the vessel.
The battle was over; their mightiest ships rendered worthless in a minute, the attacking fleet attempted to break away and flee - in some cases, even without orders from theit shocked captains. The defending fleet, and the ship that had been under attack, allowed their enemies their flight. Not so the avenging airship or its diminutive co-combatant. They leisurely picked through the fleeing ships, wrecking and sinking them with impunity, until only a single vessel remained. Upon that ship, the 'speck' landed, contemptuously ignoring the defending machines and cyborgs, and presented a missive to the captain. Then, and only then, was the ship allowed to flee, bearing the charge to its nation that their great red fortress must meet the vampire in combat.
