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Kuja wrote:*blush*

Aw, thanks.

You are most welcome. This might not be the right place to say so, but I wanted you to know that I thought about contacting you numurous times while you were away, but the thought that you might want your privacy honoured kept me from doing so...

Just wanted you to know the "I miss you" wasn't hollow. I really did. And now I'm really glad that you're back!! *grins* Yay!

Short chapter, but what the hey.


Part 11: Grab the Nickel!


*fade in on STRAVO, ZAIA, KUJA, and CYRAN walking down yet another street. CYRAN is continually groaning*

CYRAN: Unclean…unclean…

KUJA: Will you shut up already? It's not like you kissed her or anything.

*CYRAN goes into dry heaves*

KUJA: Whoops, uh...heheh.

*STRAVO and ZAIA look at each other*

ZAIA: Is it me, or are they getting on your nerves, too?

STRAVO: Wanna ditch them?

ZAIA: How?

STRAVO: Watch. Hey Kuja, Cyran!

BOTH: What?

STRAVO: Look over there! It's something shiny!

BOTH: WHERE?!

*KUJA and CYRAN stampede off in the direction indicated. STRAVO grabs ZAIA by the arm*

STRAVO: OK, let's go!

*they run off. CUT TO: a nearby alley. KUJA and CYRAN dash in and begin frantically searching*

KUJA: See it yet?

CYRAN: No! There's nothing shiny here!

KUJA: Dammit! Well, keep-hey! A nickel!

CYRAN: Sweet!

*CYRAN reaches down to pick up the nickel, but KUJA slaps his hand away*

KUJA: Hey, asshole, I saw it first!

CYRAN: So what?

*CYRAN reaches a second time, but KUJA slaps his hand again*

CYRAN: Stop that, jerk!

*KUJA reaches for the nickel, but CYRAN yells and tackles him. They begin an all-out fistfight. CUT TO: STRAVO and ZAIA*

ZAIA: I think we lost them.

STRAVO: Finally. Now, as long as they don't blow up half the city while we're not looking, we should be home free.

KUJA: *offscreen* Hey! Wait up!

STRAVO: Dammit.

*KUJA and CYRAN run on. They hold the nickel between the two of them*

CYRAN: Thanks for the tip, Stravo! You're awesome!

STRAVO: Yeah. Sure.

ZAIA: Why are you guys holding it like that?

KUJA: Well, we couldn't decide who should hold onto it, so we both did.

*STRAVO and ZAIA glance at each other. STRAVO suddenly reaches into a pocket and pulls out the reservations*

STRAVO: Well, here's the address.

CYRAN: Yay!

KUJA: Food!

ZAIA: And no beer.

KUJA: Awwwwww...

*fade out*

yay!! new chapter!! 1st post i hope

So? Who says that they can't act like Fighter?

Darth Yoshi wrote:So? Who says that they can't act like Fighter?

I for one...refuse to go down to Fighter's intelligence level.

Too late.

Kuja wrote:STRAVO: Watch. Hey Kuja, Cyran!

BOTH: What?

STRAVO: Look over there! It's something shiny!

BOTH: WHERE?!

*KUJA and CYRAN stampede off in the direction indicated. STRAVO grabs ZAIA by the arm*

STRAVO: OK, let's go!

Bwhahahaa! *wipes tear from eye* That's beautiful man.

My longest chapter yet, but you WILL like it. I hope.

Part 12: BEGIN THE CAMEOS!

*fade in on the interior of King Steve's Kickass Restaurant. The main characters enter (followed immediately by KUJA and CYRAN) and scope the place out*

CYRAN: What's with those guys in the bright green and yellow? My eyes hurt just looking at them!

KUJA: They're MiB agents.

CYRAN: You're kidding.

KUJA: Nope.

STRAVO: Jeez, how can that one stand to wear a bright red tie over a striped blue and orange shirt? Ouch!

KUJA: Well, if you had to wear one suit every day of your life, wouldn't you go for a little variety in your time off?

ZAIA: Variety is one thing, but total insanity is something else.

CYRAN: Hey, I didn't do anything!

ZAIA: Not you, hon.

CYRAN: Oh, OK.

KUJA: *growls*

HOSTESS: Hi there, party of four?

*ZAIA quickly yanks STRAVO away from the black mages*

ZAIA: No, two parties of two.

HOSTESS: Do you have reservations?

STRAVO: Yeah, all of us do. Here.

HOSTESS: OK then, I can seat you two right away! *she turns to KUJA and CYRAN* I'll be back for you in a minute. *she turns back to STRAVO and ZAIA* Please follow me. *they walk off*

KUJA: Yeah, you'll be back for me alright. Hehe.

CYRAN: I don't think that's quite what she-

KUJA: Hush.

HOSTESS: OK, now follow me boys!

KUJA: Yes, ma'am!

CYRAN: Easy there, sparky.

*the HOSTESS leads them to a table*

CYRAN: Cool. We get a booth.

*they sit*

HOSTESS: Your waiter should be along in just a minute. Enjoy your meal!

KUJA: *as she walks off* I'm sure I will.

*CYRAN takes a moment to sniff the air*

CYRAN: Mmmmmm, that smells good.

*CUT TO: the table where STRAVO and ZAIA are seated. STRAVO sniffs the air*

STRAVO: That smells horrible! I wonder who the cook is?

*CUT TO: the restaurant's kitchen, where four very familiar figures dressed in cooks' outfits are arguing*

BLACKMAGE: I'm telling ya, it's twenty minutes!

THIEF: Cookbook says it's fifteen.

BLACKMAGE: Is that so?

*he grabs the cookbook and hurls it out the window*

REDMAGE: Was that really necessary?

BLACKMAGE: I assure you, it was the most expedient way of solving this dispute.

THIEF: I still say we cook it for fifteen.

REDMAGE: I'm with Thief.

THIEF: What about you, Fighter?

FIGHTER: This coffee needs more sugar.

*the other three turn to see FIGHTER drinking out of the sugar cup*

BLACKMAGE: Hey, Fighter, there's...A MASSIVE BLACK WIDOW ON YOUR SHOULDER!

*FIGHTER panics and runs off screaming*

BLACKMAGE: Now that the opinion of Captain Dumbass has been weighed and summarily rejected, we can get back to ending this argument. Namely, by doing it my way.

THIEF: But Red Mage and I both say to do it the other way!

BLACKMAGE: Too bad. As the head chef, my vote counts as three.

REDMAGE: Bullshit!

*BLACKMAGE grabs his knife*

BLACKMAGE: We can do this the easy way or the extraordinarily painful way. Your choice.

FIGHTER: IT'S IN MY HAAAAAAIIIIIIIIRRRRRR!

*CUT TO: STRAVO and ZAIA*

STRAVO: So how did Kuja convince you to drive up here on such short notice?

ZAIA: Well, he promised me two things.

STRAVO: What?

ZAIA: Well, first that he and Cyran would get a separate table, and second, that he wouldn't dare touch alcohol.

STRAVO: Is it true that he got drunk one time-

ZAIA: Yes.

STRAVO: And he blew up your-

ZAIA: Yes.

STRAVO: No wonder you sliced him up when you got here.

ZAIA: Believe me, he deserved it.

STRAVO: Well, I hope I never end up on your bad side.

ZAIA: *winks* Oh, don't worry. I don't get that angry very often. *she smiles* Really.

WHITE MAGE: Pardon me, folks. Can I take your drink orders?

ZAIA: I'll have a Dr. Pepper.

WHITE MAGE: And for you?

STRAVO: Just an ice water.

WHITE MAGE: Alright then, here are your menus, I'll be back in a minute!

STRAVO: She looks familiar…

*CUT TO: KUJA and CYRAN, who are now arguing about drink orders*

KUJA: But they've got Coors!

CYRAN: You promised Zaia! No beer!

KUJA: I won't get drunk, for crying out loud! Anyway- oh, be quiet, here comes our waiter.

GARLAND: Howdy, boys! Here's your menus, can I get you started off with something to drink?

CYRAN: I'll have a coke.

KUJA: I'll have a brewski.

*CYRAN glares*

GARLAND: Sure thing, sir. May I see your ID? *KUJA hands it over* Well, I'm sorry, but you're below the age limit. Can I get you a-

*KUJA grabs GARLAND by the armor and pulls him down so that they're face-to-face*

KUJA: Beer. Lots of it. Right now.

GARLAND: YES SIR! COMING RIGHT UP!

*KUJA releases GARLAND, who promptly scampers off. KUJA sits back and grins smugly*

CYRAN: Zaia's gonna kill you.

KUJA: She won't ever know. And I'm not going to blow up a wall this time. *he sniffs the air again* Wow, does that ever smell good! *he turns to face the table behind him* Excuse me, but what's that you're eating?

DRIZZ'L: Broiled Creep.

KUJA: Sounds good.

BIKKE: Yar, I likes the Werewolf Platter meself.

KUJA: Tender?

BIKKE: Yar, quite. I wonders how they get it so soft.

*CUT TO: a meat locker with rows of hanging slabs. BLACKBELT flies out from between two slabs and nails a third with a flying kick. Then, he turns and begins throwing kicks at another before beating a final slab with iron nunchucks, screaming nonsense karate yells at peak volume*

BLACKBELT: YAAAAAAA-TAI! KIAIA! KIYAI! MUSKA! SIK-AYIA!

*CUT TO: KUJA and CYRAN, who are now reading their menus*

KUJA: Hmmmm. So many choices. I wonder what to get.

CYRAN: The Flare Steak sounds good. So does the Vorpal-Kabob.

*CUT TO: STRAVO and ZAIA*

STRAVO: Evil Pie? I'm almost afraid to ask.

ZAIA: Well, I doubt you can go wrong with the Holy Ravioli. *she chuckles*

*CUT TO: the bar of the restaurant*

SARAH: Hey Garland! You remembered to check ID, right?

GARLAND: Of course I did! What do I look like, an incompetent?!

SARAH: Well-

GARLAND: DON'T ANSWER THAT!

WHITE MAGE: Can we please ease up on the shouting?

GARLAND: Never mind! I've got drinks to serve!

*GARLAND dashes off*

PATRON: 'Scuse me, miss?

WHITE MAGE: Yes, can I help you?

PATRON: I've been waiting for over a half hour. Is there something wrong in the kitchen?

*a muffled explosion is heard*

WHITE MAGE: *quickly* Not that I'm aware of. Don't worry, I promise I'll get your order out as soon as possible.

*fade out*

Heheheh...Nice.

hehe... [smirk] Good chapter, Kuja. Keep it up.

~ver

Now what I want to know is how someone managed to get them all to work together, and how they haven't blow the resturant into small itty-bitty piecies.

Singular Quartet wrote:Now what I want to know is how someone managed to get them all to work together, and how they haven't blow the resturant into small itty-bitty piecies.

Yet.

~ver

Captain_Cyran wrote:With the cast of 8-bit theatre there, A drunk Kuja, and an insane Cyran who just loves blowing stuff up.

The restaurant won't be there much longer.

Hence the yet. :P

~ver

verilon wrote:

Singular Quartet wrote:Now what I want to know is how someone managed to get them all to work together, and how they haven't blow the resturant into small itty-bitty piecies.

Yet.

~ver

Operative word: Yet.

Singular Quartet wrote:

verilon wrote:

Singular Quartet wrote:Now what I want to know is how someone managed to get them all to work together, and how they haven't blow the resturant into small itty-bitty piecies.

Yet.

~ver

Operative word: Yet.

I.e., don't count your chicken before they hatch. You were surprised they hadn't, but you don't know if it's coming. If it doesn't, then I will be very surprised.

~ver

verilon wrote:

Singular Quartet wrote: Operative word: Yet.

I.e., don't count your chicken before they hatch. You were surprised they hadn't, but you don't know if it's coming. If it doesn't, then I will be very surprised.

~ver

Who wouldn't? I mean, the 8-bit cast not blowing something up... gotta be a miracle of some sort...

Singular Quartet wrote:

verilon wrote:

Singular Quartet wrote: Operative word: Yet.

I.e., don't count your chicken before they hatch. You were surprised they hadn't, but you don't know if it's coming. If it doesn't, then I will be very surprised.

~ver

Who wouldn't? I mean, the 8-bit cast not blowing something up... gotta be a miracle of some sort...

Who said it HAD to be the 8-bit cast? But then, I think we leave Kuja up to that decision.

~ver

verilon wrote:Who said it HAD to be the 8-bit cast? But then, I think we leave Kuja up to that decision.

~ver

Well... in both Final Fantasy and Final Fantasy: Origins, none of hte poor bastards get much characterization, and you can't even use all six characters (in fact, I gnerally don't. My default party is, generally, 2 Fighters, a whit emage and a balck mage. Makes it hideously expensive once you hit Elfland with the need to buy two silver swords (4 grand each) and LV4 magic (1500 a spell) but well worth it, because the fighters just don't die except in extenuating circumstances (fight against Wizards in marsh cave, the occasional Earth in the Earth cave, fighting Mages or Sorcerers in the ice cave, cause half their attacks are instant death, etc. etc. etc.)

Can you tell I'm an FF geek? Can you? Can you?

Yes. Esp. considering I've played FF2 all of once. And that was the only time I ever played FF.

~ver