Final Fantasy VIII The 2nd Sorceress War

[Zell]

(OOC: I'm going to guess that Joe is still at Trabia Garden somewhere.)
Darek watched as the soldiers take Joe to some place in Trabia Garden. Darek stayed silent while hiding behind a piece of debris. A soldier walked by and started peeing. Darek snuck up behind him and slit his throat with his longsword. He grabbed the body and dragged it behind the wall. He looked at the outfit and said "This will fit me fine." Darek put the uniform on and walked into a part of Trabia garden where Joe was being held.

A Rinoan soldier walked in front of Darek and said "You aren't allowed over here." Darek looked around and noticed that no one was around to hear the man die. Darek threw off the uniform and stabbed the soldier repeatedly. When Darek was finshed, he walked into Joe's room first. Darek turned on the light and said "You must be Joe. I've heard about how you revived Sqaull. I'm Darek and i'm here to free you and your friends." Darek broke the chains and caught Joe before he hit the ground. "Hey are you going to be okay?" Darek asked.

[cetra_aeris]

Rinoa Shook her head.'am I going crazy' She thought. Ever since her power "explosion" she felt like she had been going in and out of concousness.She had also been having dreams, terrible dreams, each one worse than the other.The worst had probably been the one where it seemed that she killed Squall and their son Leon.She sighed"i hope their okay".Suddenly she hit the floor, a loud ringing going off in her ears."no... not again..." she whispered as she slowly slipped into unconousness,"Squall...."she whispered.then everything went black.

[Red XIV]

The woman inside the house, was one of the leaders of the Estharian Rinoan Resistance. The woman let Ilyana in, after she explained her situation, and hid her from the passing soldiers.

While the woman boiled some soup for her, the daughter led Ilyana upstairs, to clean her wounds and get her some new clothes. The teenage girl took her in the bathroom and let Ilyana take a bath to clean off. Then, the girl cleaned and stitched her wounds. Then, she gave Ilyana some tight-fitting jeans and a tight, yellow t-shirt. Also, she gave Ilyana some sunglasses.

Then they went back downstairs and they had the chicken noodle soup. After eating and drinking some wine, the woman took Ilyana out the back, into the garage, where she had a car waiting. She told her daughter to take Ilyana to the outside of the city, where Ilyana could rent a car and go on her way. Ilyana thanked the woman for her hospitality and she got in the car.

The girl took Ilyana to the main elevator, where she rented a car for Ilyana and gave Ilyana 500 gil. Ilyana thanked her again and took the car.

Ilyana headed for the abandoned Janus base, somewhere near the Trabia/Esthar border...

Meanwhile, in the Shumi Village

Quistis was cleaned up and her wounds were stitched up. She was given a cane, to support her, because her left leg was numb. Quistis was helped out of the Inn, by a human boy, to where Flinn was waiting. Flinn explained the situation.

"So, are we gonna meet him today, or what?" Quistis asked as they waited...

(Sorry Atma, but I didn't want to introduce Laguna...I thought you wanted to>)

[Joe]

Darek pulled the swords from my legs.He casted a cure spell on my legs which allowed me to walk He gave me trust and bandaged my chest.My legs were still in pain as we ran toward the second level to find Squall Zell and Xu.Along with all the SeeD.

[T.G. Oskar]

Seeing the prisoner escape, Krem escaped the surroundings by hiding in the alleys. His distraction had seemingly worked, and she was probably safe. As he neared a safe hiding place, he revised all of his equipment. the blueprint file and the records were safe, so he decided to ditch away the explosives bag. He sheathed his blade, and opened the file to store the computer records.

After recovering some of his stamina, he moved between alleyways and backstreets, the few which still remained in the advanced metropolis. He looked for a way to exit into the Northern Esthar, which could lead him easily into the Esthar checkpoint from which he came from, and into Fisherman's Horizon. Yet...he was completely alone. Surely, he wouldn't trust the Janus Army, but he felt that woman could be trusted. Having no sure direction, he decided he would find her in the abandoned base. For sure, she may know someone who knows the location of President Laguna, from whom he parted away since so long. His wish was to find him, and convince him to support the Rebellion to reconquer the Esthar City. And the blueprints, he hoped, would be key.

After some time in which he evaded the Rinoan soldiers, he found the northern limits. The checkpoint was far away, yet he needed some place to stay during the long way into the Trabian border. He needed also some supplies, given Esthar was devoid of particularly nourishing vegetation and water supplies. The checkpoint served as a transfer point between Esthar and FH, the main port in the world. Due to the rare amount of visits, mainly as a staying place, it had developed a small market full of supplies for wanderers, a strange sight in a world with cars.

But...since he had not a hearty meal, and the way to the checkpoint was long, he decided to find someone who could give him some supplies. He had heard of a small resistance force who stood on Esthar, and he had hoped to find a sympathizer. He expected no heroic or warm welcome: who would accept an exile? Yet, even the President was an exile, so he expected not the cold shoulder. Krem found a small bar in the lower-class sections, to which he entered, longing for a good drink he had not since a long time. He went straight into the bartender, who quickly responded to him:

"We don't accept your kind here. Please leave. Here, I'll escort you out", the bartender said with stern tone. Holding a small bag, he escorted Krem outside, and whispered to him after he was outside. "Here, this is for you. A set of rations for the trip...you know, some jerky, some bread and cheese, a jug of water. And a small bottle of booze. Sorry to treat you that way, but we know who you are. Hope that supports you until the checkpoint. Safe down the way, 'wanderer'..." The tone of the last sentence was different. Why the difference in treatment? Why the trust? As he made his way outside Esthar, the question lingered after. Only 2, maybe 3 days of travel until the checkpoint, and then to Trabia.

[Joe]

Be and Darek spilt up in treiba Garden.I had Trust in my Hand a Rionan Guard jummped infront of me.

Guard: FREEZE

Joe: You Bizzraga

He died from the ice attack.I ran down the hall till I saw Dr Kalbow and Zell along with Justins body.I Opened their Cell they both jumpped out.

Zell: Joe?? How

Joe: no time lets go

Dr Kalbow: we must leave Justin here.

Joe: Good bye little buddy.

The 3 of us ran down the hall

[Atma-Noah]

Flinn nodded and followed the man outside. The streets of Shumi village had come alive. Shumi of all sizes made their way down the main street. Chatting amongst themselves. Flinn was taken back. Only moments before the streets were deserted. At one point Flinn even found himself pushing Shumi out of the way to follow their guide.

Finally the three came upon a house. Six Moombas greeted them with their stares. They mumbled amongst themselves and inspected the newcomers. Their guide opened the door.
"He's waiting for you."

Flinn quickly walked into the house. Entering he noticed a man sitting on a chair who was looking at the door. The man greeted both of them warmly.

"General Flinn. Your reputation doesn't seem to elude to falsehood. The stories of you and your men's feats have even reached the ears of Shumi village. This is why no one was out earlier. Kiros has already filled me in with what details I didn't know of before. I believe that Rinoa thinks my essence will forge her a new GF and you've come to discuss on what to do next. Am I right?"

"So your Laguna? Kiros said you'd be like this but I didn't believe it. Yeah your right. I see only three ways to do this myself. One you run away, two you come with us or three I kill you now." Flinn said in a very stern austere tone.

Laguna seemed to pay no attention though and moved on to Quistis. "It's been sometime no? It's wonderful to see you again. How has everything been going?" He turned to Flinn. "We have plenty of time to discuss this but I think it's better to get another opinion. I think you thought that as well no? Is that not why you brought Quistis? Of course it is. Now come both of you sit down. Once you get comfortable I'd like Quistis to tell me what has happened thus far."

The three went and took a seat. Flinn a chair by the coffee table with his back against the wall. Flinn why do you do this? You could easily play all this to your own advantage. Get Leonheart for yourself. Think of all the power you'd obtain! Flinn was taken back by the thought. They didn't seem of his own. He shook his head and waited for Quistis to update Laguna.

[Joe]

Zell: Gezz this place is pretty big.

Dr K: Their up ahead

We saw a prison chamber with Xu in it We ran over and cut the lock.Xu ran out.

Xu: Where are the SeeD

Joe: I don't know.

(Darek)

Darek: **** where are the SeeDs.

I looked down their they where all 50 of them.I pulled out my Sniper and shot the guard.He looked up the SeeDs where still.Another Guard Fired up at me I fired rounds like crazy then on SeeD yelled.

SeeD:ATTACK

the SeeDs rebulied they took the weapons of the the guards and their was a huge battle.

(Joe)

Joe: Well looks like Darek helped alot.

[Red XIV]

Ilyana heard a loud BOOM! In the rear view mirror, she could see the explosion. The Arms Supplyhouse had been destroyed, just a little late, is all. The ground shook as rubble came flying out of the city. God knows how much damage had been done to the area surrounding the Supplyhouse. No civilian homes nearby, though. Just other military structures.

Soon after, two other cars came speeding up to her own. They were assassins, sent out to kill or capture her. Ilyana had been expecting that this would happen. She put the car in 3rd gear and sped off, across the fields. The two cars followed.

The two cars caught up to Ilyana and rammed into her. The sides of the car were dented in. She was trapped between the two cars. She tried to break free, but the cars had her trapped. Then, she decided to stop the car. She pulled the brake. Her car screeched to a stop, while the two other cars continued forward.

Ilyana reversed and went the other way than the two cars. It took them awhile to catch back up to her. Ilyana's car was junked up and was going pretty slow. If they trapped her, she couldn't pull that trick off again. The brake was broken. She swerved to the right, near a clump of dead trees. She went pretty fast towards a tall dead tree and at the last second swerved out of the way of the tree. However, one of the enemy cars, did not and went straight into the tree, in a mess of flames and steel, leaving a hulking wreck in its spot.

The second car continued to follow. The assassins were pretty good drivers, but back in the Janus Army, Ilyana was one of the best pilots; car, airship, you name it. Up ahead, there was a small river. If Ilyana tried to cross, her car would get stuck. It wasn't going fast enough to make it across, and the river stretched as far as the eye could see. She decided to keep driving towards it, anyway. She had a plan.

She went as fast as the car could go towards the river. The enemy car was still following. When Ilyana was only feet away from the river, she jumped out of the car, her car going straight into the water. The assassins car went into the river as well, it was going to fast to stop. Both of the assassins were dead.

"Looks like I'm gonna have to walk..." Ilyana muttered to herself and started to walk north, with a slight limp.

In the Shumi Village

(OOC: Atma; I wonder what you want me to 'update'?)

Quistis sat in a leather chair, opposite of Laguna. The man was growing older, his hair grayer than she remembered. He was wearing traditional Shumi robes. His life had changed a lot. From Galbadian soldier to Estharian President to a lowly villager... Strange how things work out.

Quistis picked up a cup of coffee and started to explain.

"Yes, Laguna...I remember you..." Quistis started. "Hmmm. Well, as you know, the Janus and Rinoan armies are at war. I once worked for the Janus before being brought to the brink of death. I was found and brought back to life by the Rinoans. They have given me a second life and now I work for them. As Flinn has explained...Rinoa is planning to use you in some sort of...experiment. GF? Flinn knows more about it than me..." Quistis continued. "However, as...old friends...I suggest you come with us, peacefully. We don't plan on hurting you. I've already had to fight a...friend." Quistis stopped and Flinn began to speak again.

[T.G. Oskar]

Shortly after leaving the Northern Point, Krem heard the loud sound of an explosion. Looking at the device he held, the lights were acting strangely: going on and off, as if the device was short of energy. "That should explain why the alarm set off later", he thought. His reasoning was cut off short: out of nowhere, the fearsome Estharian leopard had appeared. A quite rare appearance indeed: a sitting cat, two flailing whiskers waving in odd unison. As a inhabitant of the land, he knew more than enough to not face the beast, for fear of his standing attack. Yet...the beast was looking at him, eyes fixed, and lashing its tongue, as if hungry. To him, Krem was the next meal. And the harsh environment of Esthar was not suitable for the tactics he had learned while exiled. He had no choice, but to fight.

Krem drew his blade, and swiftly set himself in a prowl-like stance, ready to respond to the swift attack of his feral opponent. In a flash, the animal lunged fiercely, dashing towards him at blazing speeds. Krem's reflexes failed to warn him, as the animal slashed him, toppled him, and raked with its hindclaws, backing off with a somersault. The gun wound was ripped back, producing intense pain. Krem quickly stepped up, and grabbed his blade, ready for the beast's next attack. The pain was intense, yet he learned to pay no attention to them: distraction would leave worse wounds. He decided to open himself to the next attack, using his fists. His gunblade would be left nearby, for quick grabbing.

The animal, once again, pounced at Krem, his fangs wide open for a bite. Krem lunged forward, grabbed the beast, and threw him over the shoulder. As a quick reaction, he grabbed the blade, lunged again forward, and sliced him, pulling the trigger at the rib section. The animal screamed out in pain, as Krem backtracked holding his blade forward. The beast's abnormally quick reflexes allowed for a quick lunge, blindly falling into Krem's parrying blade. Krem's reaction swiftly led his blade into the ground, dealing extra wounds and damaging the beast's jaws.

Grabbing his breath, Krem set the blade pronged into the ground, set as a cane, to keep standing. The beast stood sitting, ready for the next move. Suddenly, the beast's eyes glowed in rage, and stood up in all fours. Krem knew that stance was enough to kill a person, he only did not knew how. His question was just answered: a nearby prowling beast, a minor beast, stood hidden beneath the hunter and him, ready to steal the prize. Krem knew of this, and was ready to strike, but the hunter gave him no chance. He lunged forward, grabbed ahold of Krem, impulsed, and fell on the ground. As he turned, the beast had shot a blast of energy, instantly petrifying the intruding other. The hunter quickly turned his eyes on Krem, as if telling him he was next. Krem's stern complexion faltered as he saw the might of his enemy, and he knew he had to avoid the blast at all costs.

Without further ado, he grabbed his blade with two hands, changing from a slicing position to a shooting one. The beast lunged again, jaw wide open, to which Krem evaded by rolling forward. He swiftly turned back, and saw as the hunter already had the energy ball aimed at him. Wasting no time, he shot again, taking the little time into aiming near his head. The shot pushed Krem backwards, giving him the necessary impulse to evade the blow. The beast, wounded, blasted the energy beam into the ground, leaving a short crater. The beast's head was open, yet the wound was not fatal. Both enemies were determined to finish each other.

The formally close combat fight had turned into a ranged initiative fight, thanks to Krem's shotgun-blade and the beast Torama's blaster attack. Krem's wounds were dealing inescrutable pain to him, yet the wounds he dealt were halting the beast back. In a desperate attempt, Krem lunged towards the beast, in order to close in range and further benefit his shot attack. The beast reacted, and fiercely clawed him, stunning the attack. He lunged back, opened his mouth, and yet again he formed the dreaded energy ball attack he was so famous for. Krem noticed the attempt, fell into the ground body in soil, and let the attack pass over him. The energy from the attack was intense, as even evading the attack, he felt the intense energy of the ball. He aimed carefully, right into the beast's eyes, and shot him one more time. The beast had finally fell, a dying scream following. Standing, he bowed to the dead carcass of the Torama, respecting the fierce combat prowess of his opponent. He proceeded to cut his fangs, and skin him a bit, just as show-off. He then proceeded on his way, hasting his pace in order to escape from range. He knew something worse than the Torama was nearby: the awful smell was becoming obnoxious.

After hours of travel, he found the remains of a car, totally destroyed, near a pile of dead trees. The smell was awful, as if a dead body was burning. Which, strangely, it was: the remains of a body, beyond recognition, standing near the steering wheel. Further ahead, hours later and following the fresh car tracks, he found a small body of water, to which the tracks headed, and ended. The remains of two cars, of different models, were nearby: another body was spotted, yet the third car was empty. Thirsty, and hungry, he took a time to rest, drink, clean and seal his wounds, and rest. The checkpoint was still far, but he expected to reach there in a day and a half, if he kept his step steady. He cleaned his wounds and drank away from the wreckage, somewhere farther. He drank water like if he had never drank, and proceeded to open the booze, for disinfecting. He used the bottle sparingly, drank a shot, and proceeded to eat some of the food given to him. On the bag, a note was left. In simple handwriting, the note held the following message: "Go to the checkpoint, to the small market, and ask for a tour. Whomever answers, give him this." The secrecy was astounding. Could the resisitance know of him? Who would tell them he was coming? And, why would they help him?

[Joe]

Their were SeeDs everywhere all over.the place we were gonna take Terbia for our own.The he came Adem Rinoa's Guard.

Adem: RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR JOE YOUR DEAD.
he ran with a sword in his hand.He came toward me.I jumpped to the side and pulled out trust.Zell ran up Xu and Dr K ran the other way.Zell went to punch Adem.He hit him in the face he did not even hurt him I ran up and Stabbed him.When I did that I felt medal he was a robot.

Joe: ROBOT

Adem: Hmp

Zell: I know thunder spells.

Joe: Thundara

Adem feel I stabbed him but then he got back up.

Joe: We need the Janus Army

[T.G. Oskar]

After a few days of travel, and fighting with the fauna of the land he once inhabited, the weary Krem reached part of his destination: the Esthar<->FH checkpoint. He needed rest, and more supplies. Also, the note he held...who gave it to him? And, why was he given such?

The checkpoint region was rather small, grown during the years into a small town. Some houses, a souvenir/convenience store, a bar, guest houses, vehicle renting commerces, and tour offices filled the not-so-bustling area. The checkpoint had an air of tension, due that the Rinoan soldiers patrolled the area with ruthless efficiency. The few villagers of the checkpoint town seemed careless about visitors, caring more about their lives than the lives of the others. The visitors frequented the bar, or the shop, often keeping a low profile. At a quick glance, Krem noticed people from many places of the world: Balamb, Deling, Timber, Trabia, etc. However, the visitors were dwindling over the years due to the current events.

Upon reaching the checkpoint, Krem looked around to notice if a clinic was nearby. He wished to heal his wounds, before doing anything else. He couldn't help but notice a less-than-evident sign on one of the small buildings with the words "Clinic" rustically etched on it. He looked at a pouch held at his belt, made of worn tanned leather and cord, for the few Gil he had. About 24 gil, not too much for anything, aside a drink at the bar. Since he returned to Esthar to accomplish his mission, he cared little for money. Thus, he went to the only place he could go: the small market, the store.

Arriving at the store, the place was barely empty. The shopkeeper and his assistants were behind the counter, two visitors were looking at the souvenirs, and a local was looking at the merchandise behind the counter. The low noise was interrupted by Krem's harsh voice: "Do any of you offers tours?" He was about to say he wished to go into the Trabian border, but he felt that was unnecessary. The shopkeeper and the assistants laughed heartily of the question, and the visitors couldn't help but laugh as well. "Hey, fella, the offices are on the outskirts, don't come here with strange questions", the shopkeeper replied, as the people kept laughing. "The visitors muttered about the remark, and laughed as well. Only the local was silent, and deep in thought. "I have an office nearby, follow me and I'll show you the way", the local said, as he neared Krem. After exiting the place, the local asked "Any particular place? The Trab...". Krem readily interrupted as he gave the paper to the person. "I wonder if your office tours reach this area? This place was recommended by me by a local, and I wondered if you knew the place." The local looked at the paper, looked at Krem, looked at the surroundings, and hastened his place. The tone changed as he uttered the following words: "Follow". He suddenly moved away, looking at no one, and adopting the attitude of the locals. Krem followed suit, as he followed the man into his office...