"Well, if you want me to be able to do damage at all..." Jica said, taking the racket off his back. He jumped up and swung at the ship's side, striking multiple times, before landing gracefully, and pointing his racket at Minwu. "Faith!"
edited 23rd Jan '11 8:42:11 AM by Kuiper
Hey! Read my fanfic: HereSamira looked at his attire. He did indeed look like a nobleman, but the not kind she was used to seeing. "Well, Sir Edgar, My name is Samira Rosenhart. It's a pleasure to meet you, good sir." She decided to be polite for now, but she would keep an eye out for anything out of the ordinary. "Tell me, who do you think who would win this race?"
edited 23rd Jan '11 11:39:10 AM by Draco234
((Crono: Isn't Sabin inside the trailer as well? Of course he doesn't have to fight if you don't want to, he can try to escape like Auron or hide like Mr. Coates.))
Battle Square:
Jica's magic failed to affect the 'ghost ship' (those particular spells, it isn't immune to all magic) but the selkie's physical attack unbalanced it, causing the fusillade to miss and explode behind Minwu and Gabranth. As if in revenge, the ship started to turn and point its guns at Jica.
Chocobo Square:
"Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss Rosenhart" Edgar said, bowing. "As for the race, I was rooting for the little fellow on the yellow bird, but now that Joe has shown up, I fear he has no chance. Joe has never lost a race in- eh?" he gasped. "Did- did the Moogle just ram his chocobo against Joe's!?"
Indeed he had, and it caused the scared Black Chocobo to squeal and trip, dropping Joe off! Before he could get back to his mount, Mog and Boko crossed the finish line!
Instantly, victory music sounded across the field!
-"HEY!! NO FAIR!!" Joe screamed. "He knocked me off!"
-"Sorry Joe" Esther responded. "You blocked him intentionally, that's against the rules too. You're disqualified."
Joe threw his hat away in his rage. Boko shouted "Waaark!" as if mocking him.
-"Well... you don't see things like that every day" Edgar commented, smiling.
Down in the Prison, Mog's team missed seeing his victory on the tv set, on account of being a little busy fighting for their lives.
edited 23rd Jan '11 4:26:19 PM by Sijo
Jica smirked. "Charge that Teleport Spell, Minwu! I'll distract it!" Immediately after saying that, he dide an agile leap to the side, doing a mid-air front flip and landing on his feet. Then he ran to the other side of the ship, hoping to avoid the guns' fire.
edited 23rd Jan '11 2:52:31 PM by Kuiper
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Only Sabin's well-honed reflexes kept him from tumbling ass-over-teakettle when the trailer started moving; indeed, a number of well-timed bounds kept him on his feet.
Hoping that nobody noticed him, he took this moment to follow Auron's example and exercise the better part of valor.
edited 23rd Jan '11 8:08:07 PM by GGCrono
"If Dyne dies, will we be able to still get owt of here?" asked Auron. "Did your moogle contacted anyone else?"
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Minwu's spell teleported the Ghost Ship... right to the edge of the Arena.
-"Looks like there's a containment field... probably to keep the audience safe" Gabranth explained. "I guess we will have to do this the hard way."
The ship fired its guns, but missed again due to having been relocated. Again, it turned and targeted Jica.
The Prison:
Cid hit the trailer again, tipping it back to its original position, again throwing everyone and everything inside around, as he tried to keep the Turks inside off their feet long enough to be defeated.
Outside, Auron, Sabin and Gilgamesh were close to each other; the Turk with the grenade hurled it at their feet (it will explode in a few seconds!)
Battle Square:
-*rattle rattle rattle* "Life Drain!" Dio announced.
Instantly, Gabranth, Minwu and Jica felt ill, as if poisoned, but knew it was actually their body's life energies being literally drained away.
-"Hold on!" he cried. "This will only last a few moments, not enough to kill any of us." Though it would leave them weaker, he realized.
Fortunately, the ship decided to switch tactics, since its cannon blasts kept missing its agile targets. Instead, the figurehead on its prow -a skeleton- suddenly came to life, grabbed a very long oar, and prepared to use it to strike at the selkie.
Chocobo Square:
-"Hey, why don't we go meet that little fellow?" Edgar said to Samira (meaning Mog). "He looks like he has a good tale to tell..."
The Prison:
The grenade fell right next to the Turk who had thrown it, blowing him up instead. BOOM!
After the explosion cleared out, suddenly the Prison Town grew quiet again.
The trailer's door opened, and Paxton, Garland, Kefka, Cid, Dyne and Coates stepped out.
-"It's OK now" Dyne said. "I killed the ones inside."
-"What was that all about, Highwind??" Paxton demanded.
-"Why are you asking me?" the pilot retorted.
-"They were after you!"
-"I said I don't know!" he insisted. Though he suspected it had something to do with the crystal he found... better keep that to himself for now.
-"Really?" the young judge insisted. "They said something about a... zirconiade? What is that?"
-"You ask too many questions, kid, and we ain't in Empire territory, so I owe you no explanations anyway. I came here for spare parts and I got 'em. So if will you excuse me, I'll get back to my ship now." He then started walking towards the elevators.
-"What about us?" the usually-silent Garland asked.
-"Turns out your Moogle friend won the race" Mr. Coates said. "Just saw it on the TV."
-"So... we can leave now, right?" Paxton asked Dyne.
-"Yeah, yeah, get out of my hair, all of you!" he responded, and walked away.
Paxton looked at the dead Turks, but knew he could do nothing about them. For better or worse they were Coates' problem now.
He then started walking towards the elevators.
edited 25th Jan '11 6:38:47 AM by Sijo
"Good, let's hurry," said Auron. "If there are more Turks here, I prefer to be as close to my client as I can."
DO NOT PURSUE LU BUSamira widened her eyes in disbelief and shook her head. The moogle had won the race. She couldn't just believe her own eyes. She then turned to Edgar. "Very well. Let's meet him, then." Her curiosity had gotten the better of her and she decided to follow the nobleman.
edited 25th Jan '11 10:51:34 AM by Draco234
Jica ran to the right, preparing to cast a protect spell. He hoped he wouldn't get struck at before that happened. Of course, the process was harder than usual, but that wasn't stopping him now.
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-*I hope the drain effect ends soon* Gabranth thought; he could feel himself grow quickly weaker.
Jica managed to cast his protect spell just in time, as the paddle struck him so hard it knocked him off his feet- at least he wasn't badly hurt.
Gabranth took the opportunity to run behind the ship, looking for a 'blind' spot he could strike from.
Chocobo Square:
-"Here you go" Esther said, smiling, as she awarded Mog a golden medal. "This is more than just a prize, it's your permission to get your friends out of the prison. Congratulations!"
-"Friends in the local prison?" Edgar, who had overheard, said, as he and Samira approached the Moogle. "Is that why you were so desperate to win?" He asked.
(Shiningknight: It's up to you to decide what Mog will say to him. Remember that his friends are waiting for him so they can be let out. Also, Mog hasn't met Samira nor knows anything about the fight with the Turks.)
edited 26th Jan '11 11:04:20 AM by Sijo
"I have an obligation...you see my master Gilgamesh is one of those down in the prison. The terms of winning me have pretty much made me a slave. He tells me jump I jump. He tells me do a crazy chocobo racing contest I have to do it..." he sighed
" I did the right thing, didn't I? It all worked out in the end." "In the end? Nothing ends, Adrian. Nothing ever ends."While knocked over, Jica noticed Gabranth was getting back in the game. Perfect... He jumped up again, shooting another spell at the ship. "Oil!" And then himself, "Leap! Tranq!" Afterwards, he did a cartwheel to the left, steering the ship's stern towards Gabranth.
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"Crap... Hey, Minwu, send some of that over this way!" Jica said, propping his weapon on his back for mobility's sake and running to the ship's backside. "Silence! Blind!" He hoped that the attack stuck. He figured a ghost ship would have plenty of magic attacks, and it couldn't ram into what it couldn't see. Or, so he hoped.
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