Zidargh

I'll be more in the mood to see this once I have rented Underworld. This whole new theme about battles between different mythical races is something I'll have to settle into. I did see the trailer and it does look very good. It's very interesting to see how directors portray characters that are very popular in our story-like world, such as Dracula and Frankenstein. I'd have to agree with you about the whole Kate Beckinsale thing. After watching Pearl Harbour, I fell in love with her. I didn't actually know it was her that starred as the key-female character, so thanks for the information. Hugh Jackman eh? I don't remember any of his films but I know the name. I have a strange feeling he starred as Zorro. It's his beard.

Basically, I go to the movies to spend some quality, intimate time with the many girls that smother me with their underwear wherever I go. To be honest, I just go to the movies randomly. There are many films that I stand up and say to my friends, "Okay, I'm definitely going to see that." But chances are, I may already have spent all of my money or I may just be not in the mood to go to the cinema. However, I did go to see the Lord of the Rings Trilogy and I went because of the storyline. Considering I had already read the books, I pretty much felt obliged to watch the visual reference to the story. Being the age of 16 isn't the greatest considering quite a number of films that appeal to me (Such as Dawn of the Dead or The Passion of the Christ) have been released with an age rating of 18+. It just depends on the timing. I'm a very spontaneous guy.

[font=book antiqua] Leaning on the stable wall, Biggs watched Wedge play around with a stray tumbleweed that blowed around with the wind. The sun was high and the sky was cloudless, a lovely day to be out and about in. However, Biggs needed some shade before they set out and so he rested for a couple of minutes. "Wedge... What are you doing?" Biggs asked in curiosity while Wedge waddled at a fast pace in circles to try and catch the tumbleweed. "I'm practicing my Chocobo-catching skills Master Biggs, they are progressing successfully." Wedge replied, patiently chasing the tumbleweed, "I'm sure." Biggs replied with a raised eyebrow. As time passed, Biggs was about to doze off from listening to the little footsteps Wedge was making as the repetitive nature of the sound became soothing. This was all well and good until the silence around the stable was interrupted by a loud "Kwark!" "What the!?" Biggs shouted, startled. Wedge stopped running and looked at the hill that obstructed their view. "By the sounds of it, it's a chocobo!" The two regrouped at the bottom of the hill and began to ascend it, scurrying as fast as they could. Upon reaching the top, they looked down the steep edge of the hill to witness a white-feathered chocobo trotting around as it graze at random intervals. Wedge dived to the ground and a ploom of dust swept over him. He then slowly crawled to the edge of the hill and peered down. "From our previous descriptions, this one appears to be Bianca, Master Biggs." "Excellent!" Wedge bent down on one knee, also peering over the hill as he rubbed his hands together. "Let's get it!" "Wait Master Biggs. This one was said to be very calm, but that would make it wise. I doubt it's going to be very simple." Wedge spoke, constantly watching the bird. "Ridiculous. On my wa--!!" Biggs stood up and then jumped from the steep edged hill, aiming directly for the back of the white chocobo. On his way down, he roared in excitement causing the bird to look directly at him. Suddenly, it charged off, leaving Biggs nothing to fall on but dust and grass. With a crash, Biggs landed and Wedge looked down, laughing his automatic head off. Regaining his ground, Biggs brushed himself down, frowning. He then stood with his right hand's index finger tapping himself on the head as he thought. Finally, he had created the best plan. "Right, Wedge, get down here." Biggs commanded. "Right away!" Wedge shouted as he hovered down to his friend. "Okay, here's the plan. As this one's calm, all we have to do is sneak up on it right? Well, you chase it down to me as I wait on the ground, covered in dust. Then, I'll jump up and we both attack it in a pincer formation." Biggs explained, but in fact, Wedge was one step ahead of him, waddling off after the bird only to begin to chase it. "You there!" Wedge pointed at the bird which reacted by charging off to Biggs's direction. "Come here!" "Not yet! No, not yet!" Biggs called out in desperation as he tried to dig himself a hole. But the chocobo kept running as if nothing was obstructing it. Eventually, the bird reached the head of the gadgeteer and then all of sudden, tripped over on a stick in front of his head. As the chocobo was flung over the petrified gadgeteer, Wedge placed his hands on his hips and laughed once more. The chocobo had fallen unconscious in shock while Biggs was still completely frozen. "Another job well done by the 'B&W Duo'!" Wedge shouted.[/font] OOC: Excellent drawings Sage. Biggs was really well done, as was Wedge. I'll edit this ppor quality post when I have more time today.

If I could go back in time and change an event, I wouldn't bother. I'd just go back in time and take part in an event that I have never experienced. But perhaps that would be changing it. For example, if I went back to the Feudal age of Japan in the 1500's and served Leyasu Tokugawa, I'd have to be fighting Mitsunari Ishida. By doing so, there would be a possiblity I'd go rambo and slaughter all of the opposition, causing Japan to be a completely different country. Another example is if I went back to the 1920's during the Al Capone era and betrayed him immediately, things could change for his organisation completely, having an affect on America. But yes, I have to agree with Shinmaru, the Back to the Future trilogy did demonstrate what messing with paradoxes can do. I certainly don't want to grow long, white hair and be driving around in a Delorian screaming 'Great Scott!' 24/7.

Heh, thankyou all, thankyou. Well, I got really tired but I wanted to stay up, so I got bored. And basically, I did a random line at a time. In answer to your question it took me about 45 minutes, but that was with breaks involving me rubbing my eyes and making strange sounds. And you can look forward to more interviews. ^_^ (P.S: I envy you Sciros. We've always wanted to see him naked.)

[b][center]A 'Machine's' Call To Duty[/center][/b] [i]"Is A112 ready?"[/i] I heard a voice similar to mine speak out. [i]"Affirmative."[/i] Then, I heard a second, followed by silence. As soon as I opened my eyes I noticed that the head of my model had been altered. There, staring me in the face was a glass visor of a transparent nature with a tint of turquoise. A few meters and readings were scattered across but they did not move, or change for that matter. I didn't know why I had been tampered with at all, but I eventually found out. Somehow I managed to see through the visor and realised what I really was looking at. A large, oblong dome for a window was being supported by a metallic structure that encased everything, including myself. Through the window all I could see was a dark grey ceiling, and so I wanted to find out where I was. I went to move... but I couldn't. I went to move my head... but I couldn't. I was bound by an unknown force. "Hello?" I called out in the hope that someone would answer me. All of a sudden, my body and head jolted as the force that bound me seemed to be lifted. I noticed that they were black cables retracting into small cylinders surrounding me. I could now move and I tried to do what I attempted to do earlier with success. Having sat up, I looked at my body. My smart clothing had been removed and replaced with armour of some sort. A reading appeared on my visor stating, 'Synthetic material. Plastic adhesive coating = Form of protection'. [i]Protection against what?[/i] I thought. But I was inevitably going to find out. I then looked around and noticed a figure next to me that seemed to have been disabled from it's power. It was dressed like me, built like me, I thought it was me. I then looked around and noticed another figure, and another, and another. Each built and modelled exactly like me, but all of them were powerless. I had no idea what was going on, but I continued to survey the area. All of us were positioned between two pedestals of some sort, each containing a lever on each pedestal with a form of trigger at the top. Next to every right pedestal was a glowing button with a number blinking every second, decreasing in value. It seemed as if it was a countdown. The small, round room of which 'we' were in was small and dark. So dark that I felt alone. [b][center][7][/center][/b] So dark that I felt isolated. [b][center][6][/center][/b] So dark that I felt afraid. [b][center][5][/center][/b] So dark that I felt I needed someone. [b][center][4][/center][/b] So dark that I felt I needed [i]anything[/i]. I had never experienced these feelings before. [i]Are these, 'emotions'?[/i] I thought. So many thoughts struck me all at once, it felt like my system was deteriating, as if I was about to break down at any moment. And then suddenly, the room shook violently and the deep screeches of a metal hull lifting, sounded. I was thrown back and the cylinders around me shook as their cables slithered like snakes towards my limbs, attaching themselves. My hands were pulled towards the levers on the pedestals and my index fingers were positioned upon both triggers. Then, my legs were bound by round, metal clasps as if I needed to be supported, and eventually I would need to be. The lights scattered around the room flickered until they lit up for the last time, this time permanently. The room was filled with a bright light which was dimmed by a thin, blue layer that surrounded the room. I turned to look at what came upon my fellow 'clones', I had thought they were thrown at all different angles, but they were now attached the cables I were, eyes opening and blinking every now and again. I took the chance to communicate with the robot below me, "Hello." "Hello." It replied with a tilted head towards me, staring blankly. "Where are we?" I asked. "We are inside another machine." "Another machine?" I repeated in question. "In a sense yes. It is more like a weapon. Think of it like a cell, and we are the nuclei." "How can I be a nucleus if I don't even have the knowledge to operate this weapon?" I asked. "You have the knowledge." It replied once again, monotonously. "Why are we using a weapon?" "To fight the war." "What war?" I asked, storing the information for further use. "The war between man and machine." Suddenly, it's head returned to it's position, looking up at the globe-like window. The room itself seemed to be lifted and rotated at a ninety degrees angle forwards and so we were practically dangling. The room we were in then shook with every... [i]Step?[/i] I thought. And we were plunged into darkness, stepping into nothingness until the black surface in front of our 'weapon' opened horizontally and everything was gloomily lit. We seemed to turn in both directions and I noticed there were three times the amount of us, each group of 6 in what seemed like a metallic monster with huge legs and four spiny tentacles. [i]Is that what I'm inside?[/i] I thought. [b]"Commence battle operations."[/b] A scratchy voice sounded over the intercom, and from then on, I knew exactly what to do for an unknown reason. Ahead was a destroyed field, letting off explosions every now and again as swarms of man and machine charged against eachother. The sky was black, there was no sun and so I wondered how I was still functional. A platoon of armed men could be seen nearing our 'weapon' and so I reacted with a pull of the right lever causing a black, pointed whip to be seen penetrating the lead-trooper's chest. The tentacle lifted the screaming man while it was fired at from the platoon but it didn't affect or damage it whatsoever. Then, the tentacle automatically took control and returned to pluck another troop, only to be placed above again. "Begin the harvest." We all said simultaneously.

[b]A Private Investigator's Only Memory[/b] You know, it's funny really. I didn't even know that this place existed, or did I have any form of intuition that I was going to dissapear on that night. It simply happened all at once. When I first got here I couldn't do anything. I didn't know who I was, where I was or what I was, but it all came back to me. Well, everything except for my memories of life. There was this one thought that kept hitting me hard from inside, and I've yet to find out whether it's based on reality, or purely on fiction. Anyway, you need to know it seems so I'll give it a shot. It was a good night. I liked the rain and God blessed me with it. Having just entered my apartment from another job that consisted of me spying on someone for someone else's wife, I let out a deep breath and sat down on the black, leather sofa. I remember I was having trouble getting work, and it was beginning to bring me down. Standing up again to avoid creasing my beige raincoat, I approached the small fridge and opened to find one, single beer left, I took it of course. Snapping it open on the kitchen draining board, I took a sip and enjoyed the strong, fermented liquid that ran down my throat. Letting out another sigh of relief I turned around in my one room apartment and heard that faint clicking a computer makes when it's loading. [i]Funny,[/i] I thought. I remember I even switched the computer off at the power source due to it's constant crashing habits, but I shrugged the thought off none the less and took this opportunity to [i]perhaps[/i] find some more freelance work. Sitting down in the desk chair, I placed down the beer after taking another sip and turned on the flat-screen monitor. The screen glowed for a second as the electrons rebounded off of the glass tube and I was then given a simple, text based template. It was nothing but black, save for the odd pop-up that pestered me at times. [i]I've never seen this before,[/i] I thought as I stared at the monitor blankly. All of a sudden, a message was making itself apparent as each letter appeared in a left-to-right direction, the text in a green font. All it stated was, "We know who you are." I shrugged it off as if it was another advertisement trying to get me interested in purchasing some company's product and tried to exit the screen, but all the attempts were in vain. I couldn't get out. [i]Great,[/i] I thought sarcastically as I went to switch it off at the power, the switch had already closed the connection to the computer. In wonder I grasped the seat and pulled myself up to sit on it once more, only to be met by another small message on the monitor screen. This time it said, "They're coming for you." Having been a bit freaked out by this comment I typed in a message also, "Who is coming for me?". The little cursor blinked but disappeared as the third message was written, "Someone wants to meet you. Go to the Shinkoku Line and board the 24:36 train." [i]Now that's more like it,[/i] I thought in the hopes that this could be another job proposition, I was willing to take anything. "Follow the White Rabbit," a fourth message appeared and all of a sudden, the computer turned off. I wasn't going to lose out on another opportunity and so I grabbed my sunglasses regardless that there was no sun and pulled my door open of which I ran down the apartment corridoors into the street. From there on, my journey to the station in memory is kind of blurred for some reason, maybe it's not important or something. But there is more. Running up the steps and through the warden-less turnstiles, I waited on the platform of the train station and looked up at the electronic, schedule board. '24:34:48', the time stated, I was going to make my train. The station was deserted except for a little, old woman who seemed to have seen too many years go by, and the rain outside dripped onto the edges of the yellow-bordered platform. Hands in my pockets I stepped out of the roofing shelter to look for if the train was approaching. Three, breaming lights could be seen in the distance and they become larger as the lights neared. [i]Right on time,[/i] I thought as the lights belonging to the train neared even more with a swoosh of the brakes. As the train stopped, the old woman stood up and walked over to the carriage nearest to me, she was carrying a white bag that was as wrinkled as much as her face. [i]The White Rabbit?[/i] I questioned in my mind. As the carriage door opened, I stepped up and grabbed the railing to which I found an empty car. Taking a seat that faced the paintless wall, I closed my eyes and heard the little woman slowly finding a seat. The train then pulled off of the platform and continued it's journey. After what only seemed like a few minutes, my train reached the Shinkoku Line Station and so I wiped the steamy glass to look for this 'person' I was supposedly going to meet. There was no one. The train moved on suddenly and I hit the wall in frustration of my gullible behaviour. The old woman didn't seem to stir at all. Everything was silent except for the rattle of the baggage bays overhead, but suddenly, hurried footsteps could be heard becoming louder and louder. The door connecting the two carriages together opened and all of a sudden a woman walked through, dressed in black leather, with black hair and black sunglasses. She looked down and met my eyes, I could tell something was going on. "Come with me." She spoke softly and reached out her hand of which I took and stood up. "Who are you?" I asked but for no reply. "Come on." She said as she looked further down the carriage. All of a sudden a sound similar to a narrowband connection could be heard and the old woman began to make violent spasms. She then began to morph into what looked like a well dressed, neatly shaven man who wore sunglasses and an ear piece. He then looked up at the woman and smirked, "There you are." "Come on!" The woman shouted as she tugged my hand. My adrenalin rushed through my veins as we charged down the carriage to a service telephone. The man stood up and did not run but just walked calmly towards us, picking something out of his pockets. The woman desperately grabbed for the phone which was now ringing eerily. I began to breathe faster as I realised what the man was picking out, a gun. Reaching into my coat pocket, I pulled out the same and aimed it straight at the man's head, tonight was not the night I was going to die. Pulling the trigger, I made a very accurate shot which failed in hitting the target miserably, he simply tilted his head to the side. "You won't be able to kill him! Let's go!" The woman shouted to me as she reached for my hand. As I reached for hers I heard a large thunderclap of which my head jolted uncontrollably. Barely missing her hand I fell to the ground and looked up to the now hanging phone, the woman was gone, as was the man. I couldn't hear anything except for the deep echoes of the train's movements, my sunglasses fell off and I began to feel cold. After seconds of shock, it appears I blacked out. But not for the worst. I had only woken up.

[b][center]About[/center][/b] [center]Born in a little town I like to call 'Sponge Cake', I grew up into a loving, middle-class family. After having a painful, personal incident that I will not disclose (For personal reasons) I woke up, cold and sweaty to a mystical, hovering, silver spoon that had the ability to telepathically communicate with me. It basically said, "Begah," several times and all of a sudden, dissapeared. From then on, I knew I wanted to pursue the life of an interviewer for unknown reasons, and therefore, I studied, 'Media'. After finishing College (Which were [i]not[/i] the 'best years of my life') I was given the opportunity to meet some very famous people. These people ranged from: - The local Guru down the road. AND Jeeves the pornography star. And that's basically it for my life. I have been a very lucky man. So you want my name eh? Well you can just call me, 'Zidargh'. Zidargh the interviewer.[/center] [b][center]The Task at Hand[/center][/b] Hey there again folks, it's Zidargh again. Guess what. It turns out I've had my big break. I actually got a letter through my door with a return Midgar train ticket to the world that belonged to the game of Final Fantasy VII. I am actually due to meet the big man himself, Sephiroth! Sephiroth played a huge role in the game as he was the hero's arch-nemesis, sort of like the Kryptonite of Super Man. What makes me so excited? Well, I'll answer that question with another question. How many people do you know that carry a huge sword that also actually are the equivalent of their genita--. *Door Opens* Oh here he is now! Just aswell I booked my place in the Honeybee Inn. Right, let's start this thing. ------------------ [b]Zidargh:[/b] *Stands up and shakes the tall, long-haired man.* Wow... I... uh... I... [b]Sephiroth:[/b] Hello? [b]Zidargh:[/b] Sweet [i]summons[/i]! You read my mind. [b]Sephiroth:[/b] It's a gift. Now then, shall we? [b]Zidargh:[/b] *Takes a seat, mimicking the interviewees sitting position which consisted of a crossed leg.* Yep. Well first of all, let me introduce myself. I'm Zi-- [b]Sephiroth:[/b] Zidargh? Yeah, I kind of realised after the 200th email you sent me. [b]Zidargh:[/b] *Turns head to the audience* Aww. Ya hear that folks? Poor Sephi's delerious. [b]Sephiroth:[/b] Who are you talking to? [b]Zidargh:[/b] Ahem. Right then. First of all, how did it feel when Squaresoft (Now Square-Enix) gave you the job of the big evil dude? [b]Sephiroth:[/b] Well it was pretty unexpected. I had only just signed up through my agent to the 'Evil, bad dudes, with long, silver hair' Agency. But it was a nice shock. [b]Zidargh:[/b] Yeah I can imagine. I presume your family were infatuated with your starring role. [b]Sephiroth:[/b] What family? I only had seven mutant mothers. Each have been slain by a big sword or massive spell such as Firaga. [b]Zidargh:[/b] Riiiiii(Continuous 'iiiiii')ght. Moving on. *Looks down at clipboard and picks out next question.* Because of your mesmerising skill with swords in the game, it must've taken you ages to become [i]that[/i] good. [b]Sephiroth:[/b] It's wonders what sticky-tape and wood can do. [b]Zidargh:[/b] *Thinks* No it's not. Anyway, answer the question. [b]Sephiroth:[/b] Ah, but I did. [b]Zidargh:[/b] Eh!? *Fidgets* Well, okay. Personally I'm a huge fan of your films. [b]Sephiroth:[/b] Why thankyou. [b]Zidargh:[/b] But there's something that's bothering me. You always die in all of your roles and yet you manage to come back without a scratch, how do you do it? [b]Sephiroth:[/b] *Smirks* Let's just say, it wasn't Nelly or that '50 Cent' guy who invented the plaster-on-cheek fashion. [b]Zidargh:[/b] Who the Ifrit are they? [b]Sephiroth:[/b] You mean you haven't heard their songs? Agh (Seems to be a weird groan of some sort). I'll even sing the lyrics for you. *Stands up and begins thrusting arm forwards as if swimming while the other home holds a glass to his mouth.* [i]Go, go, go, go, go Nanaki, it's your birthday, we're going to howl all night like it's your birthday. You'll find me in Wutai, sipping on Stir Fry, it's got what you need, a fearful Turk by your side, making a plead...[/i] *Stops, sits down and regains position.* [b]Zidargh:[/b] *Applauds and turns head towards the audience.* Ya' see that folks? Not only is he a game/film star, but he also sings! Amazing stuff. So Cloud Strife. What's the deal between you two? [b]Sephiroth:[/b] Well on the set there was quite a bit of competition, aswell as some tension. But I can't blame him, considering I called him a 'puppet'. Squaresoft, definitely took my lines to the extreme and made them somewhat insulting. But after filming and a couple of Phoenix Downs, we went out for a drink and settled our differences. He's actually a pretty nice guy. [b]Zidargh:[/b] *Nods* Hmm, yeah. His hair [i]is[/i] cool. [b]Sephiroth:[/b] What? I didn't even talk about his ha-- [b]Zidargh:[/b] Anyway! The gut-wrenching scene where Aeris is slaughtered by you. I really hated you after that. I really did. [b]Sephiroth:[/b] Oh come on, it was only acting. [b]Zidargh:[/b] *Eyes Sephiroth evilly* I [i]really[/i] hated you. [b]Sephiroth:[/b] Agh (Another random groan), I'll even tell you something to make you stop looking at me like that. There was a bit of a love interest-- [b]Zidargh:[/b] *Raises eyebrows and grins* Oh ho ho ho. A bit of 'dancing the ramshank' was there? [b]Sephiroth:[/b] No! Oh god, no. I mean, I like my women to have a bit of strength to them, like Tifa. Not someone who's only good for healing and damages only 16 HP with each attack. [b]Zidargh:[/b] Yeah what was with that? Everyone liked Tifa. Everyone except for Barret. [b]Sephiroth:[/b] You've got that right. In fact, Barret thought of Tifa like a sister. Deep down, he liked Cloud. [b]Zidargh:[/b] What!? [b]Sephiroth:[/b] Well yeah. Cloud and him [i]did[/i] go on a date in the Golden Saucer. [b]Zidargh:[/b] But I thought that was Aeris and Cloud. [b]Sephiroth:[/b] Heh, you don't know what goes on behind the scenes. [b]Zidargh:[/b] *Grins again, with a raunchy ho ho, again.* I bet you saw Tifa's breasts. [b]Sephiroth:[/b] Unfortunately not. [b]Zidargh:[/b] I bet you did. [b]Sephiroth:[/b] *Blushes* Hmm yeah, so Cloud's Buster Sword sure as Odin did hurt. [b]Zidargh:[/b] I [i]bet[/i] you did. [b]Sephiroth:[/b] If you shut up, you can have a go on my sword, Masamune. [b]Zidargh:[/b] Oh wow! Okay, cool! So what was up with that Vincent dude? He was a mysterious one. [b]Sephiroth:[/b] Heh, you know, the funny thing is, is that I never really spoke to him. He was as closed off from the world as he was portrayed in the game. [b]Zidargh:[/b] That sucks. I thought you two were brothers at one point. [b]Sephiroth:[/b] *Blinks blankly* That's worse than the 'Aeris can come back to life, OMGZ!!!11!' rumor. [b]Zidargh:[/b] Right. I have a question that's been bugging me. Did Cid Highwind have 'Teurette's Syndrome'? Because he was always &*$%£"" swearing! [b]Sephiroth:[/b] *Chuckles* No, I don't think so. But you didn't see him when he lost his cigars one night. He just lost it. He Limit Breaked everyone, even the video cameras, and that was alot of Dynamite-throwing, let alone the budget costs of having the Highwind fly in 20 times. [b]Zidargh:[/b] Ouch. So that Cait Sith guy. He was pretty funky. Was it weird seeing a clone of him? [b]Sephiroth:[/b] Oh you mean the second model? They're twin brothers. Pretty close bond actually. Problem is, when they argue, they get their megaphones out and throw dice everywhere! I nearly won on 'Final Fantasy Monopoly' aswell! But [i]noooo[/i], someone had to roll a 10 and get me in jail! *Fumes* [b]Zidargh:[/b] *Raises eyebrow* So you're passionate about your board games. So who haven't we even talked about yet? Oh yes, Yuffie! You'll never guess what! When I was studying in my Film and Media class, she arrived to carry out a class presentation about news reporting, she's pretty hot stuff. Problem was, she brought Nanaki with her and he went off on one about how 'Stone fathers can still cry' or something. I got bored. [b]Sephiroth:[/b] Don't even go there. Yuffie's the most annoying girl I've met in my life. [b]Zidargh:[/b] Sorry. *Looks down on clipboard and and then examines wrist watch* Woah, time's nearly up! And I still have so many questions to ask. So erm, how old are you!? No, erm, do you dye your hair!? No, that's not it. Oh yes! I bet you've seen Tifa's breasts. *Grins* [b]Sephiroth:[/b] *Looks around and points behind Zidargh* Holy Mako Cannons! There's a three-headed monkey! [b]Zidargh:[/b] What!? Where!? *Turns around* [b][A faint scurrying sound can be heard in the distance.][/b] [b]Zidargh:[/b] I see no pant-wearing fruit! What did you-- He's gone... But he left his sword. *Turns head to imaginary audience* What a great man of his word! Well there we have it folks, the one and only, Sephiroth. Check me out next time as I interview a very big message board's (Named Otaku Boards) important staff member. Who will it be you ask? Well, I dont know yet either. Bye! ------------ Yes as you can see, I was bored. And tired.

[font=book antiqua] Gale tilted his head towards the now snow-covered surface and shook his head with reluctancy, "Urgh. Yes alright you can come with us." Kaeli shook her cloak in an attempt to remove the crystal, white flakes that began to settle on the material and smiled at the swordsman, "Thankyou. With my merchanting skills, I will be an invaluable member of the group." "Yep. You'll make us alot of money." Cortez said enthusiastically and grinned at the fatigued Gale. "Just... just shut up." Gale muttered under his breath and glared at Cortez. Having just surveyed the perimeter of their melting location, Wedge approached the group and decided on the plan of action. "Our group is tired, Gale Godspeed and you appear to be getting cold. With this weather, we should seek shelter in a nearby village--" "Assuming there is one." Logan interrupted. "Well, sensors state that their should be a village about half an hour's way away if we leave now before the snowfall transforms into a blizzard." Wedge answered back and headed over to Biggs to walk alongside him. Biggs was in fact rubbing his arms while his teeth chattered, causing a severe vibrating motion. His cold breath breathed out puffs of mist which faded with the cold air. "The sooner we find an Inn, the better." Biggs said. "Alright, we'll head beyond the pond, towards the village." Gale replied and began to slowly glide across the frozen pond, of which everyone followed, including Boco the Chocobo who squawked every now and then when it's thin foot touched an especially cold surface. Biggs and Wedge reminisced about their journey while everyone else conversed, talking and laughing when they could to forget the harsh temperatures that surrounded them. "So Master Biggs, how do you feel about our party?" Wedge asked, looking up at the focused Gadgeteer who's lenses began to become covered with snow flakes. Wiping the lenses and lifting the goggles, he looked down as he walked and smiled, "Well, they all seem like pretty nice people. It may sound funny, but I'd rather be here than back at home." Wedge seemed to struggle to understand why Biggs was content with leaving home and finally questioned, "Why did you want to leave so much, Master Biggs?" Biggs chuckled to himself and smiled at the naivety of his droid companion, "Believe me, if you spend a time in a place for too long, it can get old, and fast too." Everyone continued on walking and talked, as did Biggs and Wedge until someone else entered the conversation, it was the quite attractive, Kaeli. "So this is the first time you've travelled huh?" "Yep, pretty sad, heh." Biggs chuckled. "No, it's not sad at all. I wish I had a place to settle down into. Traversing the landscapes is quite a lonely task." Kaeli replied, similarily in the tone of Wedge's wonder. "Well, I don't know. Who knows, I may go back, I may not." "And maybe I could go with you!" Kaeli jumped at the thought, seeming to walk sideways, nearer to Biggs. Biggs looked ahead and smiled, flattered by the attention he was beginning to recieve, but also quite embarrassed of which Wedge found amusing. "You never know." It had been about twenty minutes the group had walked for, and upon the vast, white land with the mountain plains, topped with white peaks, the group neared a brown, tilted sign, pointing onwards to a sillhouette of a settlement of some sort. Gale wiped the snow off of the sign and read, [i]Continue to Windale Village.[/i] [i]"This'll do."[/i] Gale thought.[/font]

[QUOTE=Ashura] Dreamcast - This is a hard one, because all my games that I had played/bought on the almighty DC were all pretty good. The only one that I could consider bad on any faucet...is Shenmue. Now, Shenmue was an awesome game, no doubt. The ending, on the other hand, was crap. [/QUOTE] Sorry about not answering the thread at the moment, my internet's messed up and won't let me post messages longer than like 300 words, but I have my post written up in Microsoft Word, I'll have it up and posted tomorrow. Anyway, I hope you realise the Shenmue series is going to be (and hopefully will be) 6 games long. They can't just climax something in the first game if it's going to continue. I personally thought Shenmue had a better ending than Shenmue II. Don't even mention Shenmue in this thread about 'crappiest games', even with the ending, the game never dissappointed me and I loved every minute of it, heh. ^_~ (To be edited).

[center][img]http://www.angelfire.com/ab7/zeldabanners/clubman_fm4.jpg[/img][/center] The Front Mission series. In my opinion, one of Square's finest creations they ever made, possibly even surpassing the quality of the Final Fantasy series. I'll do a little introduction to what every Front Mission game revolves around. I have not played any of the other two games, but I have played Front Mission 3 (Which may I say is a fantastic game, depth, replayablity and over 150 hours long.) Each game focuses on the world we live in, but in the future. Some 20 - 60 years into the future, I'm not quite sure. And basically, the military is formed up of infantry and new mech-like vehicles named, Wanzers. These are used my the police force, up to the military. And you pretty much pilot wanzers and so on and so forth and in each game you're thrown into a new tale of conspiracies and twists between allies and enemies. The Battle System is similar to Final Fantasy Tactics in a sense of the way you control units in chess-board type ways but there's much more depth in the Front Mission series. Basically it's an uber-cool game series. After doing some research I have uncovered some information about Front Mission [b]4[/b]. To emphasise the impact I'm going to say it again, [b]Front Mission 4[/b]. Considering I dont understand Japanese, I have tried to dig up information out of pictures, but it seems they are keeping the same battle system which is excellent and there seems to be an insane amount of playable characters, each with their own personalities and backgrounds, so I'm definitely anticipating this game. As far as graphics go, they seem excellent compared to the other three games on the PSX, but we shall have to wait and see. Anyway, here's some shots of the game. Well there we have it, some very knowledgable stuff. I just made this thread to appeal to any Front Mission fans and perhaps create a discussion as the Kingdom Hearts 2 thread did. I apologise for the vagueness but I will update you all when I get some new info. [center][img]http://www.angelfire.com/ab7/zeldabanners/clubman_fm4.jpg[/img] This friendly looking Wanzer sports one of the many melee weapons you can buy and equip in the game... a club. I find this effective as things that are so simple, make sense. [img]http://www.angelfire.com/ab7/zeldabanners/barrage_fm4.jpg[/img] A great looking FMV, typical of Square Enix. This organisation didn't overdo it in firepower it seems, o_0. [img]http://www.angelfire.com/ab7/zeldabanners/overview_fm4.jpg[/img] This shows you what the battles look like at the start. The camera zooms in when an action like an attack is taking place though. Square Enix's interpretation of Japan in the future is quite an ambitious one, yet similar to the one now, a realistic approach. [img]http://www.angelfire.com/ab7/zeldabanners/systemmenu_fm4.jpg[/img] I think this is the most exciting image as it's a... [b]system menu[/b]. Oh yes. This must be how it looks when customisations to your Wanzer are taking place.[/center] So anyway, even if you've never played any of the games, I hope you are now posing some interest in this game, I know I'm highly anticipating it. ---- Image problem, I'll sort it out soon.

[font=book antiqua] [b]*Continued from Battle!*[/b] Biggs watched in awe at the fireball toting warriors as they hurled their flames towards the beautiful Demon. "Master Biggs!" Wedge ran up behind Biggs and poked him on the back. "We must stay focused!" "Oh... Yeah, sorry." Biggs replied faintly but jumped to his battle position quickly after. "Watch this!" Biggs threw his hands above his head and began concentrating to a very high degree. With eyes closed, he screamed, "Fire!" Everyone stopped to look at the concentrating gadgeteer, even the fire-ball toting allies, and eventually began to look at eachother with raised eyebrows. "What the hell are you doing!?" Cortez shouted, before slashing the Demon with his weapon. "Oh... Well it looked so [i]cool[/i], I just had to try it." Biggs spoke lightheartedly and grinned before he pulled up his maverick gloves. Having secured his melee weaponry, he ran up across the 'solid' pond and threw a punch onto one of the breasts of the Demon but was stuck in place. The icy, scarce layers of the Demon had attached the glove and froze it in place. "Oh damnit..." "I'll break you free." Aster called out, readying his lance and catapulted himself in the air, it would be a while before he reached his peak of elevation. "Master Biggs!" Wedge readied his fist and launched it straight at the breast of the beautiful woman. Unfortunately, a stray icicle attached to nipple of the woman deflected the blow and angled the fist to make an impact on Biggs's hand. "Yeow!" Biggs screamed in pain. "Wedge!" "I apologise Master Biggs." Wedge said reluctantly, recovering his metallic fist as he ran up alongside Cortez to make a normal attack, seeming to wind the woman. [i]"Ouch. You shall pay for that!"[/i] The Demon shrieked, raising her right arm to form a large, javelin-like icicle and slung it directly at the machina robot. Upon impact, it ripped off a piece of leather from the neck of Wedge and flung him backwards into a tree, causing a large amount of damage. As the shards of glass-like ice settled, Wedge apologised once more as he began to emit sparks. "Once again, I have failed Master Biggs." Wedge's eyes turned from glowing lights into dark, energy-less holes, he had shut down. "No!" Biggs screamed after picking out his previously-crafted rifle. "Now [i]you[/i] will pay! Blitz!" The gadgeteer pulled the trigger at point blank range, sending a piercing bullet into the Demon, whilst she also then suffered two blows from the constantly thrown fireballs. [i]"Ungh... I... shall... eliminate... you... scum."[/i] Shiva struggled to speak and called upon the spell, 'Diamond Dust', once more which inflicted another dose of heavy damage on everyone in both parties. However, a piercing lance struck her to the frozen pond as Aster succeeded in hitting with his 'Jump' attack, reducing the Demon's health to a critical point. For the final blow, Cortez slashed, Biggs blitzed and Aster jumped aback as two fireballs once again burnt the woman. [i]"What!? This... cannot... be!"[/i] The resentful Demon breathed her last gust of cold air and fell to the ground as her body disintegrated into nothing-ness whilst her glowing souls floated away. Having been broken free, Biggs ran over to his friend, Wedge, and shook him off of the icicle as the leather snapped back into place. A tear fell from Biggs's eye as he feared for the worst, holding his friend into his arms. "Wedge..." "Hello, Master Biggs!" Wedge's eyes flickered again as he waved at the holding man. "Eh!?" Biggs jumped from his knees, staring at his friend. "Oh! You thought I was...? I recharged!" Wedge informed his friend as he was placed down. Wedge was now down to 5 MP. Suddenly, the party's victory fanfare played... [center]*End of Battle!* 350 EXP gained! No gil gained. Key item - [b]Winter Rune[/b] gained![/center] "Would someone please tell me where in [i]summons[/i] is this victory fanfare coming from!?" Gale shouted in confusion as the party regrouped. "Hey, look what I found." Beatricia ran up to the party, cuddling her Moogle as Boco followed. She then pulled out a magical crystal which eminated an icy-blue colour. "That Demon dropped it." "Ah, the Winter Rune!"[/font] ----- OOC: Heh, I wanted to add some random comedy into this RPG, ^_~. I ended the battle if that's okay.

[font=book antiqua] "Wait. All we've done is walk, fight, walk, fight," Biggs spoke in a continuous manner. "I think we should rest at least for a few minutes." Everyone looked at the weary faced Astenian. Struggling to speak, due to the frustration caused by this sudden interruption to his plan, Gale groaned and reluctantly agreed, "...Fine. But only for a few minutes." Everyone made their way to a comfortable position, trying to seek some form of shelter from the random, cold gusts. Everyone except for Wedge who chased after the magical insects, letting them land on his metallic fingers. Finally, he walked over to the prone Biggs and stood beside him, watching his actions. "Master Biggs, may I ask what you are doing?" "Making... a little... something." Biggs replied fumbling with a little screw driver, trying to twist it into a round object. "Is that what I think it is?" Wedge asked, sitting next to the black device. "Yep... This should help us out on our way." Biggs smiled as some flakes of ice rested on his goggles. He then pointed to one of the many plants that stood silently. "Hey, pick up one of those plants over there." "This one?" Wedge asked, now standing as he plucked a baby blue plant that shimmered with the winds. "That's right. Now crush it." Wedge did so easily, clenching his fist and opening it to find crystalline flakes only to be left. Wedge looked up and almost smiled in curiosity at thought of the magical beings in this woodland. "Ah I see. So your explosive device should help clear a route if we get lost?" "Got it in one." Biggs thumbed up to Wedge and continued twisting the small screwdriver. He then stood up, tossed and caught the bomb, and then dropped it into his rucksack. Suddenly, a large smashing sound could be heard in the distance, causing everyone to jump to their feet in sounds. "What was that?" Cortez questioned, looking over to Gale. "I don't know but it sounded like a spell of some sort. And I want to find out where that spell was coming from!" Gale readied his Gilventure and charged off through the woodland, passing the magical, light colours that tinted the forest. Everyone followed until they reached a dead end. The trees weeped low and pink and blue icicles hung, blending in with their surroundings. [i]"Somebody...please...help...me."[/i] A faint and weary voice could be heard in the distance. "Damn it! We don't have time to find another route but we've reached a dead end, and to make it worse, a crystal and slippery dead end." Gale shouted, kicking the blue stump of a tree which shook slightly, raining some clear flakes upon the ground. "Everybody, stand back." Biggs called from the back of the group as he walked through the warriors that paced backwards, away from the kicked tree. Having reached into his bag to pick up the bomb, he placed it down, nestled between some leaves and lit it with a single match that he then threw away. With the [i]fizzle[/i] of the bomb fuse burning out, everyone ran to the sides and hid behind two symmetrical rocks. Finally, the bomb exploded with a huge roar, shattering the tree that's remains blew away with the wind. The group lay prone, waiting for the cloud of smoke to shatter, waiting to see what they were going to encounter.[/font] ---------- OOC: Sorry for the lack of quality in that post.

First of all, I'm sorry for taking so long to reply, I was up to my neck in coursework that needed to be done and I lacked time, but great review none the less. I remembered becoming overprotective about this one girl in the PSX game of Harvest Moon (I've forgotten the name), but by the sounds of things, marriage seems much more easier in this game which is one point to the 'Why I Should Buy this Game' score chart. Also, you said to me over AIM that the town is of a pretty decent size which is a relief because I loved exploring the town during the rain. The peace and tranquility was really enjoyable. I have a few questions: - 1.) [b]Are there village festivals and activities?[/b] I remember on the PSX game that there was a really fun game involving you chucking tomatoes at eachother. But there were so many from swimming contests to Chicken Sumo Wrestling, good days heh. 2.) [b]Can you install things into your house?[/b] I really enjoyed being able to pay for things such as a kitchen or house extension on your house, and this would give me more of a reason to earn money. 3.) [b]Does the game just end?[/b] I know you probably wouldn't have finished the game but I was wondering if you heard anything about the game just ending after all the chapters have been completed. I certainly hope the game does not end. If you could answer these questions I would appreciate it. Thanks for the review aswell.

I'm not anticipating this game to a certain extent considering [b]Hyrule Adventure[/b] is the only game that appeals to me so far. [b]Shadow Battle[/b] sounds interesting but as said, it is difficult to see where they are going to go with this game. The lack of different enemies would bore me fast making the game seem tedious to play [b]Navi Trackers[/b] on the other hand, is a whole different story. Even when I first heard of the previously named [b]Tetra's Trackers[/b], it did not appeal to me. Having to search for pirate medallions over and over again isn't my idea of fun, but who knows? [b]Hyrule Adventure[/b] would do me just fine if it is as fleshed out as said to be. If it was a long game then obviously I'd look into this even more, but as of yet, I'm just going to wait for more news until I get my hopes up. I think I'll just wait to see where these games are going to go, simply because I pose no serious interest as of yet.

Sage those are fantastic. They really are good. I preferred Gale and Kiev but that's just me. How long did those take to draw exactly? You've also inspired me to get back into drawing when I have the time after I've done all of my school work. I challenge you to draw my character in your RPG by the descriptions I put. ^_~

[font=book antiqua]OOC: I'm back. --------------- After tightening the final circuit that was now fastened to a wire, Biggs jumped backwards, seeming to be a lot more frustrated and angered than usual. Running over to his bag and fumbling through, the man pulled out a rifle, a machina rifle. The rifle itself was clean and almost looked antique with brass and woodwork on it, yet there was a modern sense to it due to a scope being fixed onto the top of the rifle. The bartender regained his stature and charged over to Wedge with his arm rotating completely, ready to punch the static robot with all his might. "Leave..." Biggs called out, squinting down the scope and took a shot precisely at the shoulder of the arm swinging, belonging to the bartender, stopping the rotation immediately as a trail of blood trickled out. "Him..." Biggs spoke, teeth clenched as he took another well-aimed shot at the bartender's left kneecap, stopping the charge of the bartender on the spot. Biggs stopped squinting and ran over to the stunned bartender, "Alone!" He called out as the bartender took a blow from the butt of the rifle, knocking him out on the spot. All of a sudden, a gush of speed was blown from the rear of the robot as Wedge came back to life again, the yellow faded in his eyes and glowed red. "You!" Wedge roared, pointing at Cortez and clenching his fist just before he launched his Rocket Fist attack. Easily, Cortez ducked out of the way, evading the fist attack, however, due to the ricochet off of the dirty wall, the metal fist bounced straight into the back of Cortez's head, causing heavy damage and knocking him down. Waddling slowly with eyes glaring, Wedge approached the cowering thief who looked up almost trying to plead with the being not to hurt him anymore. But, due to the wits of the robot who saw through the pathetic attempt to retreat, Wedge kicked the thief in the chin, who was still conscious but submitted out of the battle. Thief 3 who was still counting the money greedily suffered a hefty blow in the side of the head by Beatricia's staff, knocking him out and causing him to drop the money to be returned. For a White Mage, Beatricia certainly knew how to hit hard. With one more enemy left, Logan approached the hesitating thief who looked around for anything to attack with, but failing to do so, the thief fled from the battle, screaming on his way out. [center]*End of Battle. No Exp. gained. 53 Gil recieved.*[/center][/font] OOC: Im sorry for the lack of quantity but my last performance is very soon and I thought I'd allow Jokopoko to continue the plot.

[color=darkblue][i]"Is he complete?" "Very nearly sir, another 'perfect' if you ask me." [b][An elderly man scratches his nose, dressed in a white laboratory coat, similar to the other.][/b] "Good. That's our second thousandth today, is that correct?" "Yes." "When finished, register him in with the employment office." "So soon?" "Yes, we are under a tight schedule..."[/i] Shrouded in darkness, but with the faint echoes of two voices belonging to men, C2404J7 lay there, eyes simply staring, with no synthetics upon his body whatsoever, just a metallic structure. However, the voices began to fade where a strong sound of wind followed a blinding light. Boom. A huge gust of smoke surrounded C2404J7, if he breathed, it would have intoxicated him. All of a sudden, the greyish smoke was followed by two shades of orange and yellow that seemed to ploom upwards, dissolving with the air, revealing where C2404J7. It was the same place where C2404J7 was earlier, the Versatran facility, a wondrous compound with metallic structures, busy workers and little vehicles moving rhythmically while the central building stood, fires on the roofs and glass blasting out of the windows. [i]Glass bursting out of the windows? Fires?[/i] C2404J7 thought. Sitting up, a metallic head sped past him, soaring through the hair until sparks flew as it slid along the cement road that led outside of the facility. Machines littered the area, some complete, some maimed, and some burning silently while Versatran cubes rained down upon the machines including C2404J7, not breaking. The blasts seemed to echo the one that occured previously, becoming fainter, then louder, fainter, then louder. Oblivious to what was going on, C2404J7 slowly got up and stumbled as a vibration travelled along the roads, knocking up destroyed machines. Screaming could be heard as women and children ran to walls, under missed vehicles, however, some fell as the blasts sounded in the distance. Following two worker robots who knocked him on the back desperately, C2404J7 ran at a high speed, what was it that he was feeling? Fear? Excitement? Sadness? C2404J7's thoughts were interrupted by a female voice sounding through a megaphone like structure, repeating the commands over and over. "01 citizens. We are under attack. Priorities are to seek shelter." The voice was cut out as a transparent wave travelled through the air almost gently, cutting the pole in half and causing the megaphone to fall with a crash. Appraching the Versatran wall, C2404J7 desperately surveyed his surroundings while glass crashed against his body, ripping off the synthetic skin. There was nothing to be seen but fire, robotic bodies and collapsing buildings all around, except for a foot that dissappeared down a hole in the road. A metallic disc that appeared to be a manhole cover, laid there, without moving next to the hole of which the foot fell down with a small splash that followed. [i]Underground.[/i] C2404J7 thought to himself. Walking towards the hole as the shards tore at him but didn't halt him, he bent down and picked up the disc and then began to descend down the ladder as the violent sounds were made on the surface ceaselessly. Still at the top of the ladder, and with one hand clasped to the top rung, C2404J7 slid the manhole cover shut, muffling the sounds while small particles of debris fell underground. With several metallic clanks, the robot had descended the ladder and continued looking upwards at the disc that so disciplined, did not move. Silence fell, except for the quiet rumbles above that gently shook the ceiling. Turning to see where he had gotten himself into, C2404J7 noticed a robot that lay, splaid just below the ladder, without moving. This one however, seemed to own the foot that C2404J7 noticed in the first place. Sitting down in curiosity next to the silent robot, C2404J7 turned the body that revealed a smartly dressed machine. Yet it did not react. Turning it over once more, there seemed to be a tiny circuit that emitted also tiny sparks with a little wire that stuck outwards. Pushing it into the back and covering it with the smart clothing the robot wore, C2404J7 sat patiently, staring at the being. The head of the laying robot turned to look at the machine that awoke him, and then looked at his body which was still in one piece. "Hello." C2404J7 spoke friendly, holding his hand out to be shaken. "My name is Leo, model C2404J7. I hope you are well." [/color] ------------ OOC: I apologise for the poor quality of this post, I am so tired.

I agree with Desbreko with the majority of what has been said because he has made some very true statements. Final Fantasy: Crystal Chronicles I know is going to sit on the side of my multiplayer section on my shelf, no matter whether it has the title including [i]Final Fantasy[/i] in it or not. The only other point I can really say is that none of the games in the Final Fantasy franchise can be compared to each other (Save Final Fantasy X and X-2) just for the fact that none of the games follow off of each other. All the games have different story-lines and everyone has different characters (Except for a cameo appearance of [spoiler]Cloud in Final Fantasy Tactics[/spoiler]). So what if the games have a turn-based battle system? Many other RPGs follow this just in a different layout, for example, the Suikoden and Breath of Fire series, yet they're completely different franchises. My advice to anyone who goes buying a Square Enix Final Fantasy game 'willy-nilly', is to stop in the store, read the back of the box and contemplate on whether the game will appeal to you, I can guarantee you will then have a higher sense of satisfaction.

OOC: Right this is an OOC post, sorry to dissappoint you. I am involved in a stage play at the moment and I have had no free time whatsoever, I apologise for my inactivity. As I say, people keep depending on me, please do not put the responsobility on my characters this much again Sage as it isn't fair. I will post as soon as possible, but this play is my first priority for career experience. I will post very soon. I apologise.

OOC: Everyone, I am very sorry for doing this, but the RPG is closed. At the moment, my writing quality has slipped considerably and I don't really see where this RPG is going to go. You were all very good participants and I shall look out for you in the future. I shall request that this be closed, thankyou all. [b][center][RPG Closed][/center][/b]

[quote name='satan665'] I expect a lot more from something with the final fantasy tag on it.[/quote] [color=darkblue] What? Is the Final Fantasy tag something that represents godliness in today's market? Jeez, the next big hit from Square Enix will be 'Final Fantasy: Pornography' or something along the lines of that. What I'm trying to say is, coming from a big fan of the series, Final Fantasy itself is not the best series out on the market. Square Enix are going to make mistakes, and to each their own but not everyone is going to be satisfied, the company is not perfect for crying out loud. Final Fantasy: Crystal Chronicles is a run-off title to perhaps act as a 'filler' in the gap between today's games and Final Fantasy XII which I highly anticipate. I know I will definitely be playing this game with three of my friends including Weh and then I'll give my opinions on the game. But, satan665, forget the other games Square Enix have produced completely and then go back to playing the game, chances are you'll enjoy it much more and stop expecting so much of a company with the same goal as every other business, [b]to make money[/b]. Businesses are not here to 'please' the public unless a large sum of money is the resultant of this.[/color]

[color=darkblue]I would've said LucasArts's 'point'n'click' titles were in a completely unique genre that isn't categorised into a genre itself, in my opinion, games like 'Day of the Tentacle', 'Sam and Max', 'Simon the Sorceror Series', 'The Monkey Island series' etc are 'Comedy/Adventure with large amounts of puzzles and other tactical stuff'. I wouldn't even think that they were RPG's at all except for the fact you take on a role and interact with the world you are put in, heh. As far as I'm concerned anyway.[/color]

[color=darkblue]The silent and idle chit chat smothered the interior of the bar almost soothingly, providing a sense of comfort inside. The bar itself was warm as the smoke from embers belonging to old cigarettes rose towards the ceaseless spinning fan. The seats were of a crimson leather with odd tables scattered here and there, while the bar was embroidered with gold metal work. For a shady bar, it definitely had a feel of class into it. You could always expect a quiet, warm welcome from the consistent bar man who always seemed to have something to do, whether it'd be cleaning a glass, serving the exhausted customers or people waiting for the person they're supposed to meet in three minutes or simply be having a drink himself, talking to the droopy eyed customer who only seeks to become close to someone, "Take up a stool and sit on down in the, King Behemoth" the bar man would say. "SENTINEL eh? They're a tough lot but I'm just concerned with getting the money for now, and then we'll decide what to do. You know, Rude, someday I want to quit this job and leave that god forsaken place." Reno spoke in solemn appreciation of the tall alcoholic beverage he ordered. "What's brought all this on then?" Rude replied, breathing out gently as his brown brandy levelled out it's liquid miniscule cieling in the small tumbler that was rested on the bar again. "You know, some days I really don't know why I joined the Turks. Sure, good pay and all that, but I've grown tired of this work we do." Reno looked down at his untucked shirt that was now crumpled. "Tseng got you in." Rude sipped the brandy enjoying the bitter, yet sweet taste linger on his tongue. "Oh yeah, Tseng. I found it hard to deal with when he died, for one, he seemed to be the strongest out of us all. Heh, can't dwell on it I guess." Reno looked up and breathed, whilst doing so he smiled in a friendly manner at a very attractive brunette who seemed to be paying attention to him, while her blonde friend seemed to be looking at Rude who seemed oblivious to the whole matter. "If you want to quit, then what would you do. What what I do?" Rude scratched his head as a sweat drop was secreted by a rebellious pore. Reno turned back to Rude and swivelled the stool around so his legs faced the bar once again, "Heh, you know you'd get everything, you just like me saying it. I just want to get off this planet all together." "The Turks wouldn't be the same without the three original surviving members. So either way, you leave, and Elena and I would follow in your footsteps and pursue a different path in life. But either way, make sure you don't get yourself killed any time soon." The transparent tumbler seemed that contained the brown beverage seemed to be overflowing with the liquid. Rude looked up the bottle carrying bar man who leaned over, listening in on the conversation, nodding at Rude who nodded back in appreciation. [b]Barman:[/b] "Nice evening isn't it?" [b]Reno:[/b] "Sure is. Hey, how exactly did you make a place as nice as this?" [b]Barman:[/b] "Well you know, a dream or two and the right business plan, you've got a sure hit." [b]Reno:[/b] "A dream huh? I have a few of those." [b]Rude:[/b] "As do I." [b]Barman:[/b] "Every man has a dream, you're supposed to follow it, no matter how extreme it gets. Anyway, you're from The Turks aren't you?" (Reno and Rude tilted their heads up simultaneously in shock at the comment, almost hopeful that they could deny it.) [b]Barman:[/b] "Ah, don't worry about it, I have no problem with it. You guys are good for Midgar, ya' keep people in line while you also rebuilt this goddamn place!." [b]Rude:[/b] "You're the first to truly appreciate that." [b]Barman:[/b] "Actually you'd be surprised. Anyway, lend me that gun a sec'." [b]Reno:[/b] "What!? My gun?" [b]Barman:[/b] "Ah jeez you're a Turk, you must carry around a gun of some sort." [b]Reno:[/b] "Alright then." Reno looked at Rude in curiosity who seemed to have no idea whatsoever about whether this moustached man was mentally stable or not. Reno pulled out his Colt pistol of which the barman placed down his cloth and empty tumbler and acquired the gun. Squinting in one eye, he looked down the sights and aimed the pistol at a rough looking man who seemed to be harrasing a young looking woman, picked out of the group of helpless friends she was with. Tugging on her arm, the man began to become even more aggresive until he picked out a switch knife and flipped the blade, staring and clenching his teeth at the now crying woman. Until [i]bam[/i], a quick [i]ting[/i] and the knife was found quivering in the wooden table, not even splintering the untouched wood. Cowering, the rough man looked at the bar man who lifted the bar top and walked over to the crying woman of which he sat next to and comforted, until the rough man finally ran out of the neon lighted door in fear. "And take ya' knife with ya'!" The bar man pulled out the knife and threw it in a boomerang manner, hitting the man squarely in the leg just before the door swung to a close. The silence then evaporated into a vapor of continuous silent chats between customers, no one, including the young woman were scared of the incident and just carried on with their night life, a typical night in the sleepless city of Midgar. The largish, tuxedo-waist coated owner of the bar strutted back to the bar and carried on with his cleaning after handing back the gun. Reno, still in shock at the sudden skill placed the pistol back in his blazer and raised his glass as a toast. [b]Barman:[/b] Pretty good, eh? (The barman laughed huskily, yet very warmly, pouring away in a glass, a greenish cocktail.) [b]Reno:[/b] "That was pretty damned amazing. Where in all hell did you learn to use a weapon, or make that [i]two[i], like that?" [b]Barman:[/b] "In good ole' SOLDIER, I didn't agree with the stuff but it put money on the table, did a few missions with you in fact." [b]Rude:[/b] "Yep, you did. Ex-Lieutenant Ted." [b]Barman:[/b] "Ha ha, at least someone remembers me. By the sounds of it, it sounds like we won't be seeing you two around here for a while." [b]Reno:[/b] "You're right there. Gotta pick up some pay, you know how it is." [b]Barman:[/b] "You watch your friggin' back fella's, it sounds like RESISTANCE is positioning men all over The Planet, and my sources tell me they won't be tolerant of any organisations that threaten their power in our so called 'government'." [b]Rude:[/b] "He's right. I have a bad feeling about this." [b]Reno:[/b] "Either way, we take risks. Even though we're not going to combat, I still aint losin' you on the field Rude, you're my best friend after all." Both fell silent after Reno's comment while a stray smoke cloud passed between them and above the head of the sipping barman who smiled at the sign of this bond. It was certainly out of character for a man such as Reno to say that, or just someone involved in The Turks for that matter, but it seemed to hit the target well. Reno dived into his pockets and placed a note and at least twenty coins on the bar, 1,500 Gil. "If we need help, we know who to call." Reno said, standing up and winked at the brunette who looked at him flirtingly. With the odd 'thankyou's' and exchanged shaking of hands, Reno and Rude both left the bar with the burly call of, "Come on back ya' hear!?" from the barman. The door then shut, muffling the jazz music played inside the King Behemoth. "I'm calling it a night, see you up and early at Wall Train Station." Reno said smirking sarcastically at Rude who laughed to himself and so they both walked in the complete opposite directions on their way home, well, Reno just planned to check in at the nearest hotel, he never went back home after a night at the bar. After about twenty minutes of thinking and walking along the traffic jammed road, Reno entered a subtle, neon hotel where he checked in and with the shut of his hotel door, dropped on the bed and fell immediately to sleep with the alarm already set by Elena from earlier. ----------------[/color] OOC: Well guys, wrap up with one post of you going to sleep now so I can get on with the next chapter, you've done a great job.

[font= book antiqua]"It is time." Wedge spoke and took Biggs's hand and led him to the corner of which pressed their backs against the wall and began to whisper. "Eh? Wedge, what's going on?" Biggs questioned, wiping sweat off of his forehead. "That man you tried to reason with is here, and with companions. He shall be importa-- I mean, of aid to us." Wedge rotated his head quickly to face Biggs who had know placed on his goggles and then peeked around the corner to see a robed woman, the man they encountered earlier and a black cloaked figure, an assassin of some sort. "Okay? So we just go and talk to him?" Biggs asked, beginning to stand straight again and also look around the corner. "I'm afraid it won't be as simple. We are going to be attacked when we approach them." Wedge crept into the alley that led to the threesome and Moogle Mansion. [i]Damn, I haven't finished my Model 6790 Rifle yet. Looks like it's time for these guys.[/i] Biggs thought and then clenched his metal-knuckled, black leather gloved hands. The man followed his companion and looked up as the rainfall that had ceased earlier began to spray down again, creating puddles in an instant. "En garde!" Wedge called out causing the threesome to jump simultaneously. [b]*Engaged in battle with Mertonian Knight guardsman*[/b] [u]Party: Biggs Clankheart - Level: 4 HP: 220 MP: 0 - Commands: Attack, Item, Blitz, Wedge, Go! Wedge - Level: 4, HP: 278, MP: 5 - Commands: Attack, Rocket Fist, Blitz, Recharge[/u] ----------- "Hey!? Aren't you going to help me?" The previously encountered Knight shouted to the assassin figure behind him. "It's your battle, not mine." The assassin replied and backed away towards the woman who leant against the chocobo. "Hmm, predictable, coming from a lowly, cruel man." The conversation ended as the Knight whipped out his beautiful sword and charged at the aggresively stanced gadgeteer. Stepping aside, the swordsman ran past allowing the gadgeteer to inflict a below beside the left kidney area. Stopping, the swordsman held his blow which didn't increase heavy damage but stopped his charge. Paying 200 Gil into a slot into his mysterious sword, the swordsman slashed at the thigh of the gadgeteer inflicting a critical hit and added damage which cost the gadgeteer 79 HP. Yelling in pain, Biggs backed against the wall next to the Moogle Mansion, holding his bleeding wound as the swordsman approached him with the sword pointed at his neck, however, Wedge seemed to have been forgotten about. In the shadows, two yellow eyes glowed an angry red, revealing a four foot robot who ran straight into the swordsman and knocked him aside, cutting the skin of the neck causing a minor 5 damage. "You shall pay for hurting my friend!" Wedge roared and called out, "Blitz!" The robot reared both fists until they were thrown forwards still connected to the arms, and began to pummel the swordsman who was caught in the fast blows of the robot. "Biggs! Assist me! You can carry out this move too!" Wedge rotated his head still pumelling the swordsman. Nodding in reply, Biggs ran behind the victim and called out a "Blitz!" Mimicking the his companion and began to beat as fast as he could while the metal knuckles dug into the leather section of the armour. All of a sudden, Wedge slowed down until he backed away and bent down. "I must recharge." Wedge informed Biggs. "Recharge." Nothing seemed to occur except for fast pace beeps being heard, however, Wedge seemed to start regaining his energy, this cost 5 MP, reducing Wedge's HP to zero. Out of breath, Biggs backed away from the winded and damaged swordsman, the attack seemed to have caused heavy damage to the swordsman. Yet, this didn't seem to the end. As Biggs reached into his pockets to try and find his single Item, the heavily breathing swordsman unleashed a war cry and hit the gadgeteer on the shoulder with his sword causing 34 HP to be lost. Dropping the potion which smashed upon the cobblestone street, the swordsman made a second blow into the right side of the injured gadgeteer causing 26 HP damage. Still in consciousness but severely damage, Biggs fell to the ground slumped against the wall and breathing heavily as he watched his companion who's eyes glowed an angry red once more."Biggs!" He called. The swordsman however turned and unleashed a flurry onto Wedge, however, with a focused concentration, Wedge could be seen blocking every blow with his wrists, sparks flying as metal upon metal was caused. After all the hits, Wedge seemed to take only 17 HP damage. The swordsman backed away two steps to catch his breath while Wedge waddled over to his critical conditioned friend, however, the swordsman twisted around with his sword only to be met by an equally matched in strength guard. The battle ended as the swordsman and incredibly angered and concerned robot stared eye to eye. "I will do all I can to protect my best and only friend." Wedge spoke, angered by the heavily breathing swordsman. [center]*End of Battle! No EXP gained. 1 X Glass bottle shard gained.*[/center] --------------[/font] It took alot of thought for this battle. ^_~