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railentheI’m gonna split this into the three operative sections because, frankly, I could go on for days about this one and not be done. …Or not. It just looks better properly split into sections and so here we go. We shall begin with…
Musical Wishlist
Most of my demands were met with the release of Duodecim, but I have a few Most Wanted’s here.
FFI—I’d like to see some of the arrangements from the Dawn of Souls release. Nostalgic chiptunes are one thing, but the stuff that shows up in the remake seriously had some punch. And the re-arrange of the main battle theme here is kinda fun. The two tracks that you hear during battles with Garland’s Elemental Archfiends would be perfect—they are that perfect mix of epic fight music and ‘Hear this sound, and say OH FUC—” I mean seriously—my first fight with Lich was almost a disaster. The party was underleveled and weapons did very little damage against him. Thank the heavens for my white mage Noah. Also, the music for the final fight versus Chaos and—I can’t remember if the music is the same versus Chronodia, but that one, too.
FFII—THAT ONE TRACK YOU HEAR VERSUS THE LAMIA QUEEN. YEAH.
FFVI—Remember the song the orchestra plays when you crash the opera? Right after you foil Ultros’s plans and (accidentally) knock the stars unconscious, Locke improvises—badly, according to the Impresario—and Ultros…well I can never tell if he’s improvising or if he is in fact just a giant octopus-shaped ham. The crowd loves it, though, and so the Impresario runs with it, shrugging it off with an “Ai ya! What horrible acting! …oh well. MUSIC!” It’s the only time you hear this music, but it’s great. It’s also the only time you pull a pincer attack against a boss.
It’s also the only time I can seriously hear a reasonable explanation for having someone with a Yiddish accent in a Final Fantasy. I don’t know why but for some reason it works. IN MY HEAD.
FFVII—The music from the arena-coliseum-whatever it is thing from the Gold Saucer. It’s my only demand here because we got Crazy Motorcycle and Birth Of A God (btw, S-E—were you trying to throw us off renaming that track ‘The Chase?’ Growing up with my borrowed copy of the OST it was always Crazy Motorcycle. Even OCRemix plays off of this name with the ‘motor crazycycle’ remix). And maybe the original mix—or Black Mages cover—of Fight On. I like the arrangement we got, but it would be nice.
Outfit Wishlist
(Alternate title: FASHION [TURN TO THE LEFT!])
((YOU CAN’T MENTION FINAL FANTASY FASHION WITHOUT REFERENCING DAVID BOWIE AT LEAST ONCE. PROVEN FACT.))
FFI—Yes, I’ve got one for here! Blonde!Fighter! Frankly I think he’s adorable! Alternately, a Red Mage reference.
((Yes, I do in fact absolutely <3 that little waif of a mage.))
FFII—Some sort of take on Firion’s non-rebel look from the FMV. (My demands for Mateus have been satisfied. Thank you, Square-Enix—The Four Faces of David Bowie are pleasing to us.)
FFIII—I would be highly amused with an alt that referenced Arc, especially since Dissidia!OK’s personality is NOWHERE NEAR his adorable timid nature.
FFV—Now that we have Dancer!Bartz (even though for some reason I still can’t download him), my other demand is Mystic Knight!Bartz. It’s the closest we’ll probably get to seeing Minwu—here’s your chance to prove us wrong, S-E. If that doesn’t work out…Bardtz.
*stabbed*
FFVI—A take on Kefka, pre-insanity. We never see sane!Kefka in-game but you hear about it from Cid, who mentions it in passing as you make your escape from Vector. And since Terra never got to see that opera that the rest of us never saw the actual end of either I think that she should get something fancy as a nod to that scene. Perhaps something in a high-cut evening gown, with her hair loose like in the ending.
FFVII—Miss Cloud. By extension, Aerith will need the outfit she wore during what has come to be known as the Wall Market Incident, and so will Tifa. We can’t have our team of pretty ladies (…and Cloud) broken up, now can we?
Abilities/Skills Wishlist
FFI—it’s not been seen in its original form since the original game—it seems to be a totally different spell in FFXI, sharing only its name—but some incarnation of the Dia family of spells would have been interesting to see. Dia/ra/ga/ja is a family of white magic exclusive to the White Mage and Wizard class that inflicts damage over the entire field against all undead enemies. Obviously it would have been altered somewhat for this case, but S-E has pulled a Missed (Memetic) Moment of Awesome in not allowing the Warrior of Light to make his foes literally bathe in the light.
*stabbed for the terrible pun*
…yeah, I’m mashing classes together, but why not? As clearly devoted as the Warrior of Light is, I see no problems in the world having made this exception. I’ve a theory here, but now’s not the place. I must stay on topic!
FFII—HEY, FIRION! You went through a lot of crap getting that Ultima Tome. Why, might I ask, are you not wielding it?
Another missed moment—possibly just aborted story arc—in which Firion’s knowledge of this spell, the first appearance of a revered/feared spell, could have served both as an awesome attack and a nice Take That to Mateus. And this first appearance is awesome too—it looks absolutely nothing like the Ultima we’re familiar with.
FFV—We need more Blue Magic.
FFVI—Terra naturally learns Drain. I’m curious why this never shows up. Maybe they took a bit of creative license by subbing in Graviga (which if it lands at the right timing is OVER FRICKEN POWERED), but I wouldn’t have minded seeing it.
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And there you have it. My Most Wanted lists.
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YOU-YOU TEASE!!!
Date: 2011-07-01 12:43 am (UTC)FINISH THIS AND I WILL TAKE A REQUEST *grabs you and shakes*
THAT WAS ADORABLE AND CUTE AND SO GAAAAAH
*deep breath*
OKAY. COHERENCE. HELPFUL. MAPS.
Why have I turned in to Fujin?
The World Map. You want to get to the main landmass of the connected Bahamut Isles and walk to the Land of Discord from there.
Watch out for strong manikins on the way there. If you don't go too far off the beaten path you should be able to avoid them. Just make sure to sit on top of the X Button because for some reason this area tends to have lots of high-level Imitation Despots.
And in answer to that question: HP attack. But with a significant amount of bravery hits before the pop. It was sealed up because the ancients thought it could wipe out the world, so...kolkolkol...
B-B-BUT THE FEAR!
Date: 2011-07-01 01:07 am (UTC)*is shaken, not stirred* I am currently editing a bit we discussed a while ago... I WILL POST THAT SECTION HERE TO SEE WHAT YOU THINK BUT I AM PRETTY DAMN UNSURE HOW TO TACKLE THIS! YOU KNOW I STRUGGLE WITH WRITING THONGBOY!
HEY! LISTEN!
Date: 2011-07-01 01:13 am (UTC)No problem, I aim to be helpful (when I'm not breaking brains with obvious request/fills on the kink meme).
Practice makes perfect. I mean, I managed a Magnificent bastard!Mateus without any planning...he just hit me upside my head:
REAL WOMEN---SCREW IT--- *HIDES*
Date: 2011-07-01 01:56 am (UTC)Terra sees the whole thing unfold. She could’ve stopped it but Zidane insisted it was necessary; that it would get Kuja to ease up a little. Why this had to involves a large bucket of water is something she doesn’t add up until it’s too late.
“YOU MORON!”
“What was that? Can’t hear you!!!”
“You little---I’m gonna ultima your sorry tail so fast---!”
“Oh so you can drop that stuck-up act after all!”
“You just wait---I’ve got a flare star here with your name on it!”
“Where’s your fancy ass vocabulary now, huh, Kuja?”
“YOU---!”
“Could it be, gasp, that you’re normal under all that arrogance?”
“Get back here you worm!”
“Why don’t you catch me and then we’ll talk? Okay?” And with that the little genome springs up from the branch he’s using as a trapeze, far into the dense interwoven leaves that only those willing to sacrifice their appearance will brave. Kuja gives an angry sniff: the brat is not worth it.
Terra can’t help herself. Despite her best efforts to maintain composure the first laugh escapes and then another until she can’t keep it in any longer and just has to belt out until her chest aches with mirth. It’s just so ridiculous!
“Is something funny?” Kuja grumbles as he wrings out his hair, those usually silky locks a ragged mess right now. Terra snaps to attention---she can’t believe she’s been this inconsiderate. “U-Um—no! I just…err…” She tries to look away. The sight of those drenched feathers drooping out in such an undignified manner is enough to make her want to start chuckling again.
Of course Kuja fails to see what’s so amusing. “Well?” “I’m sorry---but it’s so…so strange to hear you speak like that.” It’s the truth: she really is struggling to fit the grandiose and refined genome as she’s used to knowing him using words as casual and lowbrow as ‘moron’.
“Hmph.” He turns away in a huff and glides off to lick his wounds. Terra gasps. She didn’t mean to offend him!
She runs after in pursuit to apologise. Even though she didn’t catch wind of the direction he went in it doesn’t take long to find him; 5 minutes at the most. Some secluded alcove hidden away from plain sight, the kind of place she’d expect him to flee to.
“Do you want something?” There’s a prickle in his tone, making it very clear she’s intruding. And she can see why---with his sodden jacket off in his hands as he tries to beat the wet out of it, it’s disturbingly evident just how little clothing he wears. Glowing red, Terra stammers “S-Sorry…!”
Kuja takes no notice of this and goes back to tending to his soaked outfit. Fire magic, although seemingly more practical is far too unforgiving on such delicate silk; alas, it will have to dry naturally. Terra bites her lip and tries to remember what she came here to do.
“Make yourself useful and keep a look out for me. I don’t fancy having people snoop around whilst I change.”
“Change…?”
“Well you’re not suggesting that I stay in these wet rags and risk pneumonia are you?”
“N-No…I…”
“Could it be that you’re intent on watching?”
“NO! Absolutely not! I---um…” Terra is at a loss for words and instantly turns away. The genome says nothing but there is an unmistakable grin on his lips. She’s too easy to manipulate.
CONTINUED---PART 2/3 (DAMN YOU, EL JAY!)
Date: 2011-07-01 01:58 am (UTC)Is he---when he said change did he mean everything? Including that… she can’t bring herself to even think the word. But she’s pretty certain he will… He doesn’t wear anything over it so it must’ve got soaked too… Does that mean he’ll take it off whilst she’s standing there!? Terra’s heart hammers hard against her ribcage at the thought.
And now that she’s thinking about it she can’t help but wonder about what’s underneath…
She’s never really seen one before---not that she should have but…she can’t help being curious.
Maybe just a quick peek…
NO, NO! He’s finally put trust in someone and she has no right to betray it over such a little thing! (Is it little she wonders? She wouldn’t be able to tell) She has to keep watch! She has to think of something else!
“Are you sure no one’s watching?” he asks with a huff. Terra can practically feel the heat pouring out of her face now; if he’s demanding to know if the coast is clear then he must be about to…
“Yes!” she squeaks. Then she buries her face in her hands. She can’t risk a peek, no matter how vigorously the thought burns in her head.
But…then something else pops in her head. Isn’t there something else he’s hiding? He’s Zidane’s brother so shouldn’t he have a tail…?
Before she can stop herself Terra’s head has turned around to catch a flash of it---and then next thing she knows she’s lost her footing and is smack down on the ground.
“Ahem.”
Terra buries her forehead into the ground immediately, her wavy hair a curtain shielding her eyes from what it is she shouldn’t see. “AH---I’msorryIdidn’tseeanything!!!” She gabbles, heart pounding into her throat.
Except she did. It was just a flash but her eyes still locked onto the Genome’s naked form. And they witnessed what they should not have. And amidst all the embarrassment clogging her brain still she wants to raise her head for a better look just to make sure what she saw was not a figment of her imagination.
“Get up.” He snaps, voice seething. Terra swallows and meekly obeys, head withdrawn and eyes shielded behind her hands. “Oh why bother, it’s not as though you’re not dying to leer at it.” The genome says bitterly as he returns to applying that blue outer-underwear. “Everyone else longs to gawp over it; why should you be any different? It’s not as though I should have any objections. I’m just some lowly creature that has no right to ask for something as minute as common courtesy when it comes to my tail. I’m not even human so what does it matter if I have feelings?”
Pangs of guilt flood Terra as she watches that odd golden appendage flit about in an angry motion.
“I’m sorry…I didn’t consider---”
“---why should you?” This isn’t a question so much as a dark jab.
“No, I should’ve! It was wrong of me to not consider your feelings and I’m sorry, I truly am!”
Kuja remains silent; making sure his jacket is on properly is more worthy of his attention it seems.
“But I think I understand…” A whisper escapes her lips, not filled with the same flustered awkwardness as before, despite it’s volume the tone is unwavering. “About not being a true human. That you’ll never fit in no matter how hard you try; at first I believed there never would be a place for me among them.”
Is he paying attention? Maybe she’s only saying this for herself.
“But everyone here is so warm and accepting that I almost forget I’m not like them, that it doesn’t matter of my origins.” Her hand goes to her heart. “They look past me being dangerous and like me for who I am…not what I am. I’m sure if you just give them a chance you’ll be able to feel this way too.”
A pause.
CONTINUED---PART 3/3 (DAMN YOU, EL JAY!)
Date: 2011-07-01 02:00 am (UTC)“You talk as though everyone on our side means nothing, like you’re the only person who matters…!” She hasn’t attacked yet but the impending threat keeps the Genome silent. “Well you’re not. Just look---can’t you see the trouble everyone goes to? Not just for your sake, but for all of us!” That fierce passion in her eyes seems a world away from the innocent girl a few moments before. “So don’t you go laughing at them just because you’re too afraid to trust them!”
“And who said they wanted my trust?”
The slap sounds like the crack of a whip.
Kuja holds his hand to his cheek and blinks in dumbfounded shock. Terra stands over, no longer angry, more…disappointed. “Why can’t you try and understand?”
How long the silence goes on for is unknown. It may be only minutes but it seems to draw on for hours as the weight of the question hovers overhead like a Sword of Damocles.
“How can I understand?” his voice is on the edge of stuttering, none of that sharp arrogance taints it. Just a plain, apprehensive voice with no decoration.
The answer comes out before Terra can even think. “If you’re ever unsure, all you need to do is ask for help.”
She expects a response but he doesn’t take her cue. He just remains quiet, thinking the whole thing through. It seems going to need a little more assistance than she originally thought. “So…do you want some help?” She extends her arm, ignoring his flinch as though it anticipates another slap, and gently holds her palm out.
It takes longer than she would’ve liked.
“…Please.”
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(I tried my best, originally this was two seperate scenes but they kind of mutated into what you see now. And I'll have to write something inbetween this and the Ultima casting so that the relationship development doesn't seem so spontaneous)
I AM MAKING THE FACE BELOW
Date: 2011-07-01 02:28 am (UTC)I want. I so want.
You're doing so well <3
WANT!
WROTE THIS VERY QUICKLY
Date: 2011-07-01 02:51 am (UTC)“Hey, Terra, we’re organising a scouting mission into enemy territory. Feel like joining?”
“Laguna, don’t be so upfront. No one wants to go walking head-first into Chaos’ lair.”
“Oh, it’s alright. But…”
Terra casts a glance towards the bored Genome sitting by the tree, reading some romantic drama as he completely ignores the suspicious glares from Onion Knight. Ever since Terra took Kuja under her wing, Onion Knight has been more agitated than normal. She can’t really think why.
“Um…maybe it’s best I stay here.”
The book slams shut. “Don’t be ridiculous. Between those two oafs, one without a sense of direction and the other with his head in the clouds, they’d be lucky if they left Sanctuary.” Kuja gets up, once again not paying any attention to the Onion child’s disdain. “We might as well accompany them. They’ll need someone who can read a map, let alone read.” Terra’s mouth opens but he cuts her off, “Besides; a former Chaos operative would be a boon, no?”
“Alright! Let’s get this party started!” Laguna cheers and thumps Kuja on the back. “Don’t do that…”
Terra catches his eyes. ‘Thank you’ she mouths.
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OPINIONS!?
I'm gonna gigglefit now
Date: 2011-07-01 03:14 am (UTC)LOL Kuja! Not going to leave your little bird unattended? You little woobie, you! *shot*
I'll take that as high praise!
Date: 2011-07-01 03:22 am (UTC)Somehow I have yet to write any bird analogies in there. With the exception of the 'I want to be your canary scene'. Look, I edited it:
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It’s just an act… That’s what she has to keep reminding herself. All these pretty words and sweet glances are just him playing the part. So there’s no need for her to take it to heart.
But why must he wear the mask so well?
Terra then realises he’s staring at her…It’s her line! Almost dropping the script, she tries to pass herself off as Cornelia. “P-Prithee, call me 'princess' no more!” She takes a breath. Kuja remains in character but she can’t help but sense that he’s thinking ‘well keep going!’
“Marcus, wilt thou truly cherish me, the king's only daughter? Or is such a desire too dear to wish for!? After our nuptials, shall I become no more than a puppet? A mindless puppet, never to laugh, never to cry? I wish to live my life under the sky. At times I shall laugh, at other times cry. For no life is more insincere than that lived as a masquerade.” Did that sound right? Was she speaking too quickly? She feels a complete fool.
He smiles warmly. Is that a genuine smile or simply that which Marcus would cast towards his beloved Cornelia? Either way it’s causing Terra to feel uneasy. "So much consideration thou hast given it! But worry not!” He holds her in his arms---is this in the stage directions? “Cast away thy trappings of royalty, and I shall swaddle thee in a gown of pure love! Never again will I pare from thee! Pray, my love, make me thy canary to keep forever in the cage of thy bosom! Let us embark on the first ship tomorrow, before dawn can tell of our elopement!" And…his glance permeates through this whole façade. Those violet irises remain transfixed on her like she’s some open flame dancing before him.
Her cheeks flush as she fumbles through her next line, stammering the words. “A-All my fortunes at thy foot. I-I lay---and I shall follow thee throughout the world!”
“No sweeter melody hath I heard than these gentle words! Lock me forever in thy gilded cage, I shall ne’er sing for freedom from love’s replenished curse. If this prison be a vision of summer beauty, it’s bars the stalks of red roses and the chains thy tender embrace then freedom is but trash.”
“Where…does it say that in the script?”
“Nowhere. That, my dear, was improvisation. It’s the mark of any actor worth his salt.”
“Oh…”
“Of course, I always feel that for all Marcus’ passion in his lines he fails to deliver with his actions. If he truly wished to convey his love for Cornelia then he could say it far better with a desperate kiss than the declaration of a hundred words---”
Whatever else he has to say is cut short.
*gigglegigglesquee*
Date: 2011-07-01 03:41 am (UTC)So much less than three!
I OFFER YOU DELICIOUS CAAAAAAAKE
I do love cake...
Date: 2011-07-01 03:55 am (UTC)Tell me what you think of the prose, I think I should cut it out but let me know your thoughts
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“Are you scared?”
“…Yes…but I’ll manage.”
“That hardly inspires confidence.”
“You’re just saying that because you’re afraid too. Don’t be.”
It’s shakey. Without a polished rehearsal there’s a lot of fumbling and error.
Kisses break off and quickly reunite at every little bump.
Every shudder and moan is impossible to distinguish between pain and pleasure.
Soon nerves get in the way and her hand has to clasp his before he pulls out.
“Don’t…It’s alright.”
This pairing is full of cute and d'aww
Date: 2011-07-01 04:02 am (UTC)I want to see this completed so I can fave the whole thing like burning and GH so freakin' cute.
I don't have a squee!adorable icon so have some tea?
Now I want to go back to drawing those 3 OC children...
Date: 2011-07-01 04:12 am (UTC)I need to sort out the beginning before I can post but it seems the hardest parts are over. I thank you for your help. I'll try getting it done over the next few days...
Trance sex probably doesn't happen until after the cut off point. I can imagine once Kuja finally stops worrying 'Am I doing it right?' and just enjoys it then the fluffyness occurs. Yes I overthink these things...
Fluffy kids are fluffy.
Date: 2011-07-01 04:24 am (UTC)Yes, you do—IN MY HEAD GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT
*Happy dance~!*
Fluff = DEFINITELY did something right.
*suddenly had a thought*
…oh god. Imagine the Terrible Twos.
Fluffy kids are not covered by insurance. You two are going to have to pay for that ultima'd house
Date: 2011-07-01 04:31 am (UTC)We're sorry. Acts of Genome are not covered under this policy.
Date: 2011-07-01 04:43 am (UTC)IT WOULD HAVE TO BE.
*watches fluffy kid juggle marble-sized Ultima balls*
Kuja: Aww—he's a prodigy!
Duane: He's an insurance liability—
Kuja: Pardon?
Duane: Nevermind! *sidesteps away*
Genome-Esperkin-Human hybrid. Surely that is under some special warranty?
Date: 2011-07-01 04:54 am (UTC)Awww...
Of course when a fight breaks out between the girl and the boy then the problems really start...
Girl: *pulls boys tail*
Boy: *shrieks and hurls marble-sized Ultima hail over her*
*both kids turn fluffy and begin blasting magic at one another as the orphans run for cover*
Orphan: MAMAAAAAAAAA!!!
Terra: Not again! *swoops in to pull them apart*
Katerin: *to Duane* At least our child is normal.
The day their first child cast magic was a proud day. That was until the next day when they awoke to find that she'd completely blown up her bed. Suddenly bedwetting seemed a much more desirable problem.
Also, how do you think the orphans react to Mama having babies of her own?
Re: Genome-Esperkin-Human hybrid. Surely that is under some special warranty?
Date: 2011-07-01 11:03 pm (UTC)Another kid: No, it's gotta be two!
Yet another kid: No, it's one big one!
*the orphans start arguing*
Kuja: I'm guessing we should give them the talk all at once?
Terra: …didn't we have strawberries somewhere?
Re: Genome-Esperkin-Human hybrid. Surely that is under some special warranty?
Date: 2011-07-01 11:14 pm (UTC)Kuja: I mean someone's got to eventually. Heavens, the questions they had when they saw you covered in red down---
Terra: Strawberries, now.
Kuja: But strawberries aren't native here. I'd have to journey all the way to Jidoor to---
Terra: Then get to it while the suns still up. Oh and some chocolates would be nice too.
Kuja: Bu---
Yet another other kid: Mama, are you big because you're eating so much?
Terra: Well Mama gets so hungry lately...
Kuja: *facepalm*
Terra: Strawberries!
Kuja: *snaps to it*
I bet I sound silly through the walls
Date: 2011-07-01 11:40 pm (UTC)Tee hee
Date: 2011-07-01 11:43 pm (UTC)