Shachihoko: Thanks to a burp from the FFML, I had to get this resent by
the author.
Kiiro: And as a token of our appreciation, chapter 15 is going to be the
chapter that we *finally* get around to MSTing! ^_^
Sh: Aiding me in this effort are idol singer Iijima Kiiro, professional
courier Bean Bandit ...
Bean: Yo. <raises his beer can in greeting>
Sh: ... and Spekkio, the Master of War.
Spekkio (Kilwala): And yet another Squaresoft character!! WAI!
K: <giggles at Spekkio>
Sp: n.n
Final Fantasy VII: Children of Jenova
Chapter 15
B: Why'd it take fifteen chapters -
Sp: Sixteen, if you count that April Fool's thing.
B: - before we got to MSTing this?
Sh: Well, this one was good enough to be worth it.
K: I dunno ... I was looking forward to that South Park reference you were
gonna do with Palmer.
B: <frowns> You mean the first fourteen parts weren't?
Sh: <sweatdrop> Ano ... ^.^;; Well, you know how limited my time is -
today I have enough time to do some MSTing.
B: Good enough reason. Not your fault Solathei brings 'em out so fast.
"Well." Raven snapped her cell phone closed and shoved it back in her
pocket. "A big fat lot of help Heidegger was. We're to stay here for the
next three days while he makes up his mind what to do about our sudden
manning crisis and how we're supposed to go about covering this shit up.
There's a chopper on the way to--uhm--pick Kain up..." She bit her lip,
hard.
Sp: Hey, Heidegger isn't that fat!
B: Hope the cleanup team is bringing a few spatulas.
Archer snorted in disgust. "I don't suppose he's heard about that spiky-
headed freak showing up anywhere else?" He was answered by a
headshake and exasperated sigh from Raven. "How'd he do that, anyway?
How'd he get into Stu's head like that?"
K: o/~ I can't get you out of my head o/~
Sh: <Xelloss impression> Sore wa himitsu desu. n.n
B: So what're Sephiroth clones doing among the Turks?
Sp: Climbing up a different set of ranks, maybe? If you're going to take
over a company, you have a better chance if you take more than one angle.
"Don't you get it?" Stuart asked softly, sitting on the curb and staring at
his feet. "That guy is Sephiroth."
Sp: Man, that guy is all *over* the place!
B: Not as all-over-the-place as Kain is now.
K: <grimaces in disgust> Ick.
Archer eyed Stuart warily. "I don't even want to think about it." He
gestured towards the bar behind him with his thumb. "Three days, eh?
Raven, get back on the phone to Heidegger and tell him that for the next
three days I will be in yon local drinking establishment suckin' 'em down.
Sp: Bet I can outdrink Archer. ^_-
B: You're on.
Sh: Later, okay? o.o;;
You two are more than welcome to join me." Neither Raven nor Stuart
made any move to do so, and Archer threw up his hands and stomped
through the door of "yon local drinking establishment," Annie's Hangar.
Sp: Hanging out at the Hangar, huh? Makes sense.
Stuart looked up briefly. The other patrons he'd seen entering and leaving
the bar were not exactly society's creme de la creme. "How long you think
it'll be before he gets the crap knocked out of him in there?" he asked
Raven.
B: How long will he hang in?
K: <giggles> n.n
"He should be fine as long as he keeps his hands off the women." Raven
replied. She checked her watch. "Five minutes at best.."
Stuart nodded. "I give him thirty."
They shook hands.
B: Stuart's kinda generous in his estimate, isn't he?
K: Well, we don't see what actually *happens*, do we?
Sp: Not until he makes the moves on -- mmph!!!
Sh: <covering Spekkio's mouth> Don't spoil it, okay?
* * *
The Lifestream had left its mark just outside of Branford; a small crack in
the earth just wide enough for one person to slip through. The green water
rested just a few feet below its lip.
Sp: Anyone for a swim? I brought scuba gear.
K: No thanks, I don't want Mako poisoning.
Sp: Judging by the effects of Mako energy on other kids ... it'd improve
your figure.
<Spekkio gets pancaked by a giant mallet, wielded by Kiiro>
K: My figure isn't *that* bad, you hentai piece of fuzz!
<Shachihoko and Bean trade looks, then dive for cover>
Sp: Who're you calling a 'piece of fuzz'? <transforms into Masa+Mune>
K: <steps back, returning her mallet to Hammerspace> I notice you aren't
arguing the hentai part...
Sp: How about you synchronize? <pauses> I might have occasion to revise my
estimate ....
<Shachihoko and Bean get further undercover>
K: <fetches out her mallet> Why you ... !!!! <*WHAM!!!!!!*>
Sp: Itai! <*poof*s back to Kilwala form>
Sh: <peers out from behind several rows of chairs> If you two are quite
finished ... ?
K: <dusts her hands off> For the moment.
B: Then let's get on with the MST, shall we?
Some thirty or so feet below, Sephiroth Lumina drifted back and forth,
back and forth. If he'd had a body and been on dry land, he would have
been pacing. Where had she gone? He'd turned away for a moment
because he thought he saw something approaching. When he was satisfied
that it was only his imagination, he turned back to find the girl gone.
B: Can't take your eyes off those kids.
K: Hey, I'm a kid.
Sp: Cute one too.
K: I'm an idol singer, I'm supposed to be kawaii. ^_^
There was a small "splash" above, and the form of a girl in her teens, with
blonde hair down to the middle of her back, began to float down toward
him. Sephiroth Lumina propelled himself upwards to meet her.
Sp: Hmmmm ... she looks a little older than you, Kiiro-chan. You've got
the edge in cuteness though.
K: <blushes a bit> Ooki ni! *^_^*
Sp: And all anime girls have pretty good figures - well, Tifa's was the
best in FF7 -- *urk*
B: <holding Spekkio by the scruff of the neck> You're gonna get in trouble
again.
Sp: But that's the best part!
Sh: So's the fanfic. -.- Look, you can have it out later ...
Sp: Okay! ^_^
"Where have you been!?" he exclaimed. "I thought something had--"
The girl sniffled. "I'm sorry. I got scared. I tried to call some people.
Y'know, tell 'em I'm okay."
K: Smart girl. ^_^
Sephiroth Lumina let out a sigh. "I'm sorry as well. I should have thought
about that. Did you speak to anyone?"
Sp: Wow, Sephiroth is actually nice? o.o
B: This is the good-guy version of Sephiroth.
K: I knew there had to be one.
Sh: We've known that since Nanaki saw the three 'figures' in the
Lifestream.
K: Hai, hai. n.n;
"Nah. My folks weren't home so I called someone else...he was home but
I--I couldn't say anything--" The girl sniffled and rubbed her eyes. "I
want
to go home. I know I shouldn't have left, but I wanted to go home."
"I know." Sephiroth gave her a gentle smile and touched her cheek. "Just
one more day, I promise."
"Okay." The girl chuckled. "Besides, I couldn't stay out there too long
with no clothes and all."
Sp: <takes a closer look>
B: <punts Spekkio through a Time Gate>
<Kiiro and Shachihoko hold up scorecards:> [5.0] [5.0]
Sephiroth Lumina grimaced. That was the other thing he hadn't taken into
consideration...
Sp: <just before the Gate closes> You're gonna be soooorrrrrryyyyyy!!
* * *
Besides the fact that it served as a purveyor of various and sundry
alcoholic
beverages and the occasional plate of hot wings, Annie's Hangar could
very well have been mistaken for an aviation museum. Model airplanes
hung on wires from the ceiling. Posters and prints depicting numerous
aircraft were hung on the walls. One wall was decked with portraits of
notable pilots, among them a picture of a very young Cid Highwind and
another of a woman in her thirties; the small plaque riveted to the frame
identified her as Squadron Leader Annie Wright.
Sp: Wow! Cid actually *knows* this woman?
B: At least he used to, from the sound of things. - Wha?
Sp: <waves, sitting in his chair>
K: How did you ... ??
Sh: Time Gate. Bean, next time you do that ... ?
B: <sweatdrop> Yeah?
Sh: A little less English.
K: Yeah ... more Japanese.
<Shachihoko, Bean, and Spekkio facefault en masse>
These days, Annie looked like a sweet little old lady...who just happened
to wear a leather jacket and ride a motorcycle. Her white hair was
Sp: Hmmm ... <leafs through a dictionary> So she's a sweet little old
*biker* lady.
cut short and her blue eyes sparkled brightly when she smiled. She was not
smiling right now. Chopper and his little band of hoodlums occupied a
table smack in the middle of the place, getting shitfaced and making noise
and scaring folks and generally raising hell. But he was a good customer.
K: <coughs> That's not what I would call a 'good' customer.
B: He pays for his drinks, he doesn't make more trouble than Annie wants
to deal with ...
"Hey, Annie!" he yelled, waving at her.
Annie didn't even look up from her newspaper. "The hell you want now,
Chopper?"
B: You, babe. <grins>
Chopper, a rather large, loud, and hairy biker, laughed loudly. "Yew wanna
bring us another pitcher over here?"
K: Batter up!
"Got-damn..." Annie threw her newspaper down angrily. "I'm cuttin' you
off after this! You done gone through three kegs!" No, scratch that. Annie
pulled back the tap and watched a trickle of foam drizzle into the pitcher.
"Damnitalltohell, FOUR kegs...hold yer water, I'll be right back." This was
answered by another loud laugh.
Sp: Hope those guys know how to hold their liquor.
B: They'd be drunker than that by now if they didn't. Either that, or a
whole lot closer to sober.
"We love ya too, Annie!"
Sp: Awwww, one of my scenes ...
K: Beg pardon?
Sp: Warm and fuzzy. n.n
K: <sweatdrop>
"Stuff it!" Annie stood up and pulled on her jacket. On the sleeve was a
patch she'd cut off her old flight suit; it was embroidered with the words
"Sq. Ldr. Annie Wright" and a pair of wings topped by a wreath-encircled
star. She headed out the back door. The stack of kegs sat out there; near
it was a pay phone.
B: So she can call the company for resupply in an emergency, no doubt.
Annie paused and took a good look at that phone. There was a trail of
small footprints leading both toward and away from it; they led somewhat
in the direction of that damn crack that'd opened up in the ground a while
back and given the Hangar a glowing green bath. Some of the footprints
were damp with that same stuff. "Hmph," she muttered, then forgot all
about it. She tipped a keg over and began to roll it inside. Once inside,
she
tapped it expertly, hooked it up, and drew a pitcher for Chopper's table.
B: <taps keg> Yep, sounds good.
K: How'd she set that keg up for a date?
Sp: I didn't realize she was such a skilled artist ...
Sh: <sighs heavily> Pun tax ... Bean, that'll be $25 ... Kiiro, 100 yen
please ... Spekkio, you owe me thirty-five GP.
Sp: Sorry, I'm all out of Galaxy Police officers - unless you mean trading
cards.
Sh: -.-;;;
"Here!" she snapped, setting it down in front of the biker. "Here's your
damn pitcher...that's another fifty."
B: Guess they'll have to say grace - then it'll be a blessed pitcher.
"Aw, damn..." Chopper checked his pockets and glanced around
nervously. "Any o' you rejects got any money on ya?"
Heads were shaken all the way around the table.
Sp: Shaken, not stirred.
"Damn," Chopper said again. "Hey, can you just gimme a tab?"
Sh: Yeah, if you've got a keyboard we can take apart.
Annie scowled. "Sure. You need to go see the Credit Department. The
Credit Department is run by Helen Waite. If you want credit, you can
go to Helen Waite." Several snickers from other patrons nearly caused her
to lose her poker face, but she held it. "Her office is on the roof."
"Aw, c'mon, Annie..." Chopper whined as even his companions burst into
guffaws. "You know I'm good for--who the hell izzat pansy?"
K: Is she going to serve cheese to them now? n.n
A tall blonde man in a blue business suit stepped into the bar, and Annie
wrinkled her nose. "I don't like your looks, friend," she said, staring at
the new arrival. "Begone or--"
B: She hangs out with a bar full of bikers, and doesn't like an executive?
I think I like this woman ...
Archer tossed a ten grand note on Chopper's table. "I'll get his. And bring
me the strongest thing you got."
Sp: Neat! We're gonna see an arm-wrestling match!
Annie shut her mouth, plucked the bill off the table, and held it up to the
nearest light to check the watermark. When she was satisfied that the bill
was genuine, she disappeared behind the bar again, returning with a shot
glass and a bottle. She handed both of them to Archer. "I'd sit at the bar
if I was you," she suggested. "Chopper there doesn't care much for Shinras."
Archer shoved the glass back over the bar, uncapped the bottle, and
drained half of it in one gulp. He then turned purple and fell off his
barstool. "What the hell is this?" he wheezed.
B: This is the stuff that separates the men from the boys.
K: Ano ... isn't that a little sexist, Bean-han?
"Annie, I'll have what the dude on the floor is having," came a voice from
the other end of the bar.
Sh: Why do they always call *that* the good stuff?
Sp: Actually ... they didn't. Yet.
Annie snickered. "That would be moonshine, Shinra-Boy. Just like my
daddy and his daddy made."
Sp: Okay, look right here. See? "Moonshine (n.) Homemade alcoholic
beverage. See: 'good stuff.'"
Sh: I don't want to know *where* you got that dictionary, Spek. -.-;;
"Damn," Archer coughed, hauling himself back up onto his stool. He did
not notice the rather large biker guy approaching from behind until the
dude gave him a push and knocked him right back onto the floor. "The
hell..."
Sp: ... you say?
B: ... you want?
"My folks was from Corel," Chopper grumbled, hauling Archer back to his
feet roughly. "They died 'cause of you Shinra scum."
K: Okay, how long has it been since Archer walked in?
B: Hmmmm ... less than five minutes, anyway.
Sp: <puts on a pair of shades> Let's dance.
Sh: You're supposed to take them *off,* then say that.
Sp: You telling me how to watch a fight?
Sh: Errrrr ... no.
Sp: Then hush up and keep reading. :)
Archer rolled his eyes. "I am NOT in the mood for this tonight," he hissed,
hands resting on his sai.
K: Ano ...
B: At least he's not resting his hands on anyone's gun.
Sh: That was sick, Bean.
B: Could've been worse.
Chopper shrugged. "Don't give a rosy rat's ass whether you're in the mood
for it or not." He wound up and threw a mighty punch at Archer; the Turk
ducked just in time and the biker's meaty fist drove into the bar,
splintering
the rail. He was about to throw another when a loud bang startled him. A
chunk of plaster dropped from the ceiling into his beer, and a small
plastic model of a Gelnika narrowly missed Archer's head as it fell.
Sp: Whooo! YEAH!! I gotta visit that bar!
K: Ano ne, you guys ... o.o;;
Annie stood behind the bar, a pistol in her hand pointed at the ceiling.
"You
two cut that shit off right the hell now!" she roared; even Chopper cowered
before her wrath. "Ain't gonna be no goddamn fightin' in here! Chopper, I
done told you once..."
B: I really like this woman. ^_^
Sp: Flip you for her.
B: No, I'll flip you for her. <flips Spekkio>
Sh: Watch out for the ceiling ...
K: EEP!!
Sp: <lands face-first in Kiiro's lap> *oof!*
B: Tails. You lose.
Sp: Mmmph. <lies where he is>
K: <sweatdrop>
"Sorry, Annie." Chopper slunk back to his table, leaving Archer shaking in
his shoes.
"Got-damn," Annie sighed again, putting the pistol back in its place under
the bar. "I'm gettin' too old for this shit. I gotta hire me a bouncer."
B: Where do I apply? ^_^
Barely a word had been spoken in the Highwind house since Cid and
Shera's return from Junon. Shera had cooked dinner in silence. She and
Cid had eaten it in silence. And now Cid sat on the back porch gazing out
towards the new lake in silence.
Sp: Wonder who cast Silence 15' Radius on the house?
/What am I supposed to do now?/ he thought, drawing halfheartedly on his
cigarette. /Give up on Junior? Leave Shera here alone and keep lookin' for
her?/
Junior needed him.
Shera needed him.
B: I cannot bear to choose!
A sound drew Cid out of his reverie. One word. His name. He turned to
see Shera standing in the back doorway. She was pale, and behind her
glasses her eyes were red and damp with tears. "Cid...come to bed.
Please."
Cid sighed deeply. "In a minute. I promise."
Without a word, Shera turned and went back inside. Cid looked back
toward the faint green glow of the lake and went back to thinking.
Sp: You *know* that's a dangerous habit, man - more dangerous than smoking
and drinking put together.
It all boiled down to one thing. Junior had been counting on Cid to pull
her out of there, and he didn't. He'd almost had her. "Almost" meant
absolutely nothing. "Almost" hadn't kept her from falling into that
goddamn crack. And it didn't make him feel a damn bit better to think that
she'd done it to save his life. He should have been the one that fell down
that hole in the ground. Not Junior. Not his little girl.
Cid drew another deep sigh. His heart and his gut told him that Junior was
still alive, still out there, still trying to find her way home. His
rational mind
told him she wasn't. And it was getting harder and harder to shut it up.
Sp: You must believe ...
Again, his musings were interrupted, but this time by something other than
Shera's voice. There was a faint rumbling sound, followed by a whoosh as
the green lake spat a column of Lifestream-water high in the air. Cid was
on his feet before he could stop himself, and his feet were carrying him to
the lake as fast as they could. He did not hear the back door open again;
he did not hear Shera crying out his name again. If he did hear, he
wasn't listening.
He reached the shore of the lake panting and gasping, and some exposed
tree root or some such caught his foot, sending him to the ground on his
hands and knees in the damp earth. The green water sprayed upwards one
last time, thoroughly soaking him, and then died down. Cid raised his head
and looked around, still on the ground.
He was alone. Nothing but water had come out of the lake.
Sp: Somebody give that man a towel!
Sh: <glances at Kiiro> You're pretty quiet ...
K: <hugs Spekkio like a plushie> What'm I supposed to say?
Sp: *erk!!* <the breath gets squeezed out of him>
B: That might work ...
Cid drew in a gulp of air and let it out in a sob. "Goddamnit..." He sat
down and dropped his forehead into his hands. "You brought Tifa and
Cloud back," he began in a shaky voice, pointing an accusing finger at the
lake, "You brought Jenova back...you brought goddamn Sephiroth back
twice so why the FUCK can't you give me back my daughter--" His voice
caught in his throat and he broke down, crying in deep gasping sobs that
shook his whole body.
B: You forgot to say please.
A hand rested lightly on his back, and he looked up quickly. Shera had
folowed him out here. She was on her knees next to him on the damp
ground; her arms went around his shoulders and held him tightly. "I miss
her, Shera," Cid whispered. "I miss her so damn much..."
K: <sniffle> Poor guy ...
"I do too," Shera sniffled, pressing her cheek against the top of Cid's
head.
"I couldn't save her."
"You tried. That's all anyone could ask for."
They sat together by the glowing green lake, clinging together as if there
was nothing left in the world except each other. "Cid...she's gone."
Cid nodded. "I know, " he said after a long silence. "I know." He held on
to Shera for dear life, crying softly against her shoulder, and she stroked
the back of his head gently.
B: I hate to see a grown man cry ...
Sh: Ano ne! Bean, do you have to keep making smart-aleck comments?
B: I thought that was the whole point of an MST?
Sh: ... -.-;;
"Shh." Shera kissed the top of Cid's head and sniffled.
Cid reached up and wiped one eye. "Shera, when was the last time I told
you I love you?"
Shera smiled just a little bit. "I think you just did."
Sp: Awwwwwww ... <snuggles against Kiiro>
K: <piku> Ara? <looks down at the Kilwala in her lap>
Sp: n.n
* * *
Morning broke over the town of Branford. The three Turks awoke in their
room at the inn and having nothing better to do, decided to spend the day
relaxing as best they could under the circumstances.
Sp: If morning broke, who's going to pick up the pieces?
B: What I wanna know is, how're they going to relax?
Annie Wright awoke, swatted her alarm clock against the nearest wall, and
dressed. The first thing she did that morning was draw up a sign on a scrap
of cardboard that read "Wanted-Bouncer." This she duct-taped in the
window of the Hangar right above the one that read "For sale: Hardy
Daytona Ninja, runs good, 20K or best offer. Ask Annie."
B: I *really* like this woman ...
That done, she went out back to roll in a few kegs. No doubt Chopper'd be
in later on, or else that Shinra boy and his buddies. After that she needed
to
hit the grocery store; her hot wing supply was running a bit low. Annie's
wings came in four flavors: mild, hot, extra hot, and nuclear waste. The
last
were flavored with peppers she bought from the taqueria down the street;
the lady that ran it was from Costa del Sol and had a steady supply of the
hot little buggers coming from there. The nuclear waste wings were, in
fact, so hot that Annie ran an ongoing contest: anyone who could eat an
entire plate of twenty got them and however many drinks he or she wanted
for free. Nobody had ever gotten the free plate.
Sp: That sounds like a challenge ... of course, you'd *need* as many
drinks as you could get if they're that hot.
Sh: No doubt.
K: Ano, Spekkio-han ... ?
Sp: Hai, Kiiro-chan?
K: Get off my lap please?
Sp: Why? This is the best seat in the -- *ack!!*
<Bean and Shachihoko sandwich-punch Spekkio from opposite sides>
K: <stands up, dumping Spekkio off her lap, then sits back down primly>
A low moan coming from behind the stack of kegs froze Annie in her
tracks. "Who's there?" she snapped, snatching up a two-by-four from
beside the back door. "Hello?" There came another moan, followed by a
whimper and a sniffle. "Don't make me come over there..."
Sp: Probably just two lovers on their last morning togeth--- <pancakes>
K: <peeling a flattened Kilwala off her mallet> Bakayarou-na hentai ...
Bean, would you do the honors?
B: My pleasure. <dropkicks Spekkio through another Time Gate>
Sh: <holds up a scorecard> [4.7]
Behind the stack of kegs, there sat a young woman, probably late teens
or early twenties, clothed in nothing but long blonde hair that, had she
been standing up, would have reached her knees or lower. She sat with
her back against the kegs, hugging her knees and shivering.
B: It's Tifa with her hair dyed!
"God a'mighty, what happened to you?" Annie gasped, kneeling next to
the girl. "Where'd you come from--holy mother of--your eyes..." Annie
caught a glimpse of the girl's eyes. Bright--no, not just bright, GLOWING
green. Annie steadied herself. "It don't matter. Come on in here 'fore you
catch your death of cold." She pulled off her jacket and draped it over the
girl's shoulders. "You got a name, hon?"
The girl looked up and blinked. "I--"
/flash/
B: How can she flash anyone if she's nude anyway?
K: *Bean!!* What'd you say that for?
B: Well, our furball in residence ... eh, stopped being in residence ...
so someone had to do it.
"C.J., why don't you go out to the playground for a while?" Miss Grey
asked softly.
/flash/
B: There she goes again ...
Sh: Bean, I'm gonna have a word with you after the MST. Besides, remember
how old C.J. actually is?
B: Errrr ... <sweatdrop> Hai.
"I'm C.J.," she finally said. "Where am I?"
K: You are where the author decided you needed to be.
Annie chuckled and helped the girl stand up. "Somewhere you really don't
wanna be sittin' in your birthday suit. Hmm..." She took a good look at
C.J...about five-eight, five-nine, itty bitty feet. "I think I got some
stuff that'll fit you. How'd you end up here, anyway?"
Sh: It's a long story ... involving a power company bent on world
domination, a genetically-engineered super soldier gone insane, an alien
being from outer space, a rebel group which started blowing up reactors,
and finally an ex-pilot who fell in love with his former assistant.
"I..." How DID she get there? The last thing she remembered was crawling
out of that crack in the ground right before the sun came up...and before
that, falling into a similar one..something had happened in that time span
that had vanished from her memory. Something had happened to her that...
"Ohmigod--" She tried to take a step; her legs were now quite a bit longer
than she remembered them to be and she fell flat on her face. "Ow."
B: How come Zack wasn't that clumsy after the SOLDIER process sparked
*his* little growth spurt?
K: Sephiroth Obscura was probably already pulling his strings.
"Poor kid." Annie hauled C.J. to her feet again. "It don't matter. What you
need right now is some dry clothes and some food in your tummy."
Once inside, Annie vanished up the stairs to her apartment, where she
fished out a pair of jeans, a T-shirt with the printed legend "I (heart)
Explosives," an old pair of boots, and several pairs of socks. C.J. donned
them gratefully, having to put three socks on each foot to get Annie's
boots to fit without flapping around like clown shoes.
B: Reminds me of Minnie May, that T-shirt does ...
"Nice T-shirt," C.J. giggled.
"Got that from some friends of mine when I was in the service, some
demolitions guys. Them guys are some nutcases, I'll tell ya that." Annie
chuckled. "Here, let's do somethin' with all that hair..." She found a
scrap
of leather lacing tucked in a drawer, clamped it in her teeth, pulled
C.J.'s
knee-length hair back, and tied it in place. "There we go. Now come on
down to the bar and I'll get you somethin' to eat."
Sh: Now she looks even *more* like Tifa ... except for the hair color.
K: What about Presea? Her hair was about that long ...
C.J.'s stomach answered with a loud growl, and she laughed. How long
had it been since she'd eaten? She cautiously picked her way into the bar
(still getting the hang of walking on her new legs) and sat down on a stool
as Annie flipped the Hangar's "closed" sign over to the "open" side.
Almost immediately two men in blue suits and one woman in a blue suit
trotted in and ordered a pitcher. As Annie drew it, she nodded towards
them. "See them?"
B: No, the name's C.J.
Sh: Bean, that was kinda stale ...
C.J. took a look. "Yeah."
"Shinra. I can't stand 'em, but they tip good." She took the pitcher over
to the table where the three Shinras were sitting, and they rewarded her
with what appeared to be a rather large bill. "See what I mean?"
C.J. was busy looking at the world map that hung on one of the bar's walls.
An X marked on a small peninsula directly west of Fort Condor was
supplemented by the immortal words "You Are Here." Junon lay a ways to
the north. And C.J. remembered that somewhere in the mountains near
Junon, there was an airplane tucked away in a rusted-out hangar. She
B: That's not gonna be much of a hangar any more, is it?
K: Hey, if she can get the airplane back out and actually fly it ...
frowned and stared out the window into the street, spotting the two signs
Annie had taped to the window. She stepped outside to get a better look,
then came back in and took her seat again. Chopper and his buddies came
in behind her and took their usual spot, shooting nasty looks at the
Shinras. "You selling a motorcycle?" she asked; Annie nodded.
"Yep. I don't need it anymore. You interested?"
C.J. nodded. There were a lot of things she couldn't quite remember; G-
Bike was not among them. "I don't have any money, though. What does a
bouncer do?"
B: G-Bike?
Sh: One of the games at Gold Saucer - an 'arcade' version of the mini-game
in FF7 as you're leaving Shinra Tower.
Annie shrugged. "They beat people up, mostly. Troublemakers and such in
the bar."
"I can do that."
"Wha!?" Annie almost fell over. "Take a look at the customers here, girl.
Ain't no way."
B: You haven't seen this girl's Limit Breaks, babe ...
K: Wonder what C.J.'ll be like when she grows up?
B: She already has.
Meanwhile, the Turks were in the process of getting drunk already. Archer
found that he could not take his eyes off the blonde at the bar. He poked
Stuart on the shoulder. "Stu. At the bar. Behind you. Is that not the
nicest ass you've ever seen?"
Sh: Ohhhhhhh boy ...
K: <bristles> Kono ...
B: <reaches into his jacket> Forget it buddy ... that girl's jailbait.
Sh: Not like he can tell by looking.
B: True.
Stuart just blushed in reply. Raven raised an eyebrow. "I've seen better,"
she shrugged and went back to her drink.
K: O.O; Ooooooooh!!! Right in the ego ...
B: Except C.J. didn't hear.
Sh: Leave it to a woman to slam another woman's looks.
K: Heh!
"I didn't need to hear that," Archer sighed. He stood up and made his way
to the girl, and later on he would realize that this was probably the
dumbest
thing he'd ever done...but he did it anyway--he reached out and gave the
girl a squeeze on the bottom.
B: Too bad I kicked Spekkio out of here, he'd love this scene.
K: I'll bet he's already seen it.
Sh: If he hasn't, he will.
She spun around to face him, eyes flaring in anger. Archer didn't seem to
care. "How about a kiss, babe?"
B: Yeah, you can kiss her butt to make up for squeezing it.
C.J. got herself under control. "Sure," she said with an evil grin. "Close
your eyes."
Archer did so; C.J. reared back and then slammed her forehead into his
nose.
K: <snickers> That's one heck of a kiss!!
Sh: Remember it next time you have to deal with a possessive fan ...
K: What do you mean? I'm only Gold Iczelion off-stage, at most. In public,
I'm supposed to be sweet and charming and innocent ...
Sh: So? Just sweetly, charmingly, and innocently head-butt them in the
nose.
K: Hmmmm ... you may have something there ... although idols like me get
*much* politer treatment than a lot of other singers.
"What the hell!?" he whimpered as Stuart and Raven stood up, jaws
hanging. He shook his head to clear it just as C.J.'s fist connected
with his jaw and sent him staggering back. "All right, that's enough,
sweetheart." He wound up and threw a punch at the girl. BIG mistake.
B: Bar brawl!!
C.J. made a quick block-sidestep move. As Archer stood there trying to
figure out what to do now, C.J. brought the steel-reinforced toe of her
boot squarely into his groin.
Sh: <winces> That's gotta hurt.
K: Gotta hurt? It *did* hurt!
Archer's response was predictable; he doubled over and whimpered in
pain. Taking advantage of his position, C.J. clapped her hands over his
ears
hard, grabbed him by the hair and slammed his face into her knee. Almost
as an afterthought, she reached down the back of his pants and pulled the
waistband of his briefs almost up to his head as he lay curled in a
whimpering ball of pain and misery on the floor. That done, she picked him
up by the back of the collar and hauled him outside.
<Kiiro, Bean, and Shachihoko all burst into laughter>
Sh: Cid Junior's signature Limit Break ...
K: The Wedgie of Death!
B: Someone's been taking lessons from Bob the dinosaur.
The other two Turks just stared at her, jaws still dragging the floor, as
the blonde bodily threw Archer out the door. "And stay out, you PIG!" she
screamed after him. Raven and Stuart looked at each other, wide-eyed, and
then ran out to check on Archer.
B: "Shut up you twit!"
Annie said nothing. She calmly stepped out from behind the bar, went up to
the window, and ripped the "Wanted: Bouncer" sign off it.
K: You're hired. n.n
Sh: Okay ... *very* well written, as usual for this series.
K: Solathei-han, you're doing a terrific job! Keep 'em coming!
B: Except ... when you do the real part 16, remember that your little
April Fool's joke overfilled your quota of Monty Python refs.
Sp: <emerging from a Time Gate> What, she's not allowed to go The Full
Monty (Python)?
Sh: <groans>
K: Ano ne ... <sweatdrop>
B: <just ... looks at Spekkio ... doesn't say anything>
Sp: ^_^
Tim Miller
trmiller@bcpl.net