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Finally de-anoning
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Class: Black Mage
Title: Marlboro Mayhem
Summary: Tidus gets hit with status effect mania. For the fight scene fic.
Characters/Pairings: The FFX party, a marlboro
Word count: 1,852
Rating/warnings: Uhh, I haven't played FFX in ages? ... and I still can't believe I've now written 3 fanfics.What is this community doing to me. (Read: No real warnings)
A little further, and Spira would finally be free of Sin's relentless cycle of death and destruction. Tidus found he was unable to stay still in anticipation, an excited sense of resolve that made him oblivious to his surroundings. It wasn't until part of the floor rose up to block his path, effectively knocking him over in the process, that he looked back at his friends. Rikku was already holding her stomach, Wakka attempted to plug his nose, and Yuna had the sleeve of her robe covering the bottom half of her face. If the other three were affected, they showed no sign of it. After stopping to take in the area himself, he began to share their queasy discomfort. It was putrid, a far worse stench than his bin of unwashed blitzball clothes back in Zanarkand. He had considered the area around that bin to be the worst smelling place in existence, some of the clothes at the bottom had more than their fair share of mold, and nothing he had met in his travels so far topped it when it was at its worst.
"Wakka, what did you do this time?" Tidus knew Wakka had nothing to do with it, but he had no clue what was the cause of it, and he wanted to get his mind off of Zanarkand. After everything that has happened, his head hurt whenever he began to think of home; that always led to being reminded of the truth of it.
“It's this place, ya?” Wakka’s words were muffled from behind his covered nose, and he showed no intention of dropping his hand unless he had to. The dark haired woman standing next to him briefly gave both the blitzball players a cold yet calm glare.
"I hope you didn't expect the inside of Sin to smell like a field of roses." The tone of her voice matched her stare, but the iciness was quick to leave.
"Stay alert," Auron interjected, "The source is dangerous."
"I'm sure it's nothing we can't handle! We've come this far, a stink bug can't stop us!” With that, Tidus marched off in front again. Pieces of the floor sprung up at every few steps, and with no purpose they could find other than to distract and frustrate them. They fought past many of the same enemies they’ve seen before: blue plants which Auron and Tidus quickly whacked apart, Ahriman which went down quickly enough when faced with the force of Wakka’s blitzballs, the tougher Adamantoises which always gave them some trouble, but eventually went down with overdrives and Aeons.
This was all just repetitive busy work for them now; Sin was their target, and even as they stepped on another glyph platform to reach yet another dead-end, nothing could dishearten them. As they turned around to search for a different path, there stood a massive, gruesome creature seemly composed entirely of tentacles, excluding the enormous opening that could only be its mouth.
In a frightened haste, Rikku was the first to respond, “A marlboro! Like the ones in the Calm Lands! Only bigger! And smellier!”
She took a few steps back at the sight of the monster, but almost as if responding to the insult, it grabbed the Al Bhed with its massive mouth and started gnawing at her before anyone could attack it. She squealed in disgust, and in desperation attempted to free herself by attacking the creature’s tongue with her bladed gloves. Kimahri lunged at it while Tidus rushed in screaming at it to let her go; both attacks barely left a mark, as the sunk into the creature’s oily, slime-coated skin. When it did spit Rikku back out, she was covered in the monster’s saliva and repeating “Eew” to herself while holding her head in her hands. Once she recovered from the initial shock, she turned to the others.
“Can someone else take this one? Pretty please?”
“It’s weak against fire,” Lulu said while rushing up to replace the distraught Rikku, “Leave it to us.” She motioned towards Yuna who was replacing Kimahri. They’ve had many discussions over whether or not their tactic of only having three people in front at any given time always make always made sense, but at least in these cramped corridors, it was a necessity.
The moment Lulu managed to get to the front, the marlboro squirted a foul substance from one of its tentacles as she cast Firaga on it. While more damaging than the weapons had been, getting hit with the fire caused it to start trashing its tentacles more aggressively. At the peak of its ire, a dark colored gas spewed out of the creature’s mouth. The atrocious substance spewed across the corridor, covering all three of the fighters in front. Tidus gagged as his vision began to blur. He tried to complain about the smell, but couldn’t manage to produce a sound. Everything seemed to dance and sway before him, and it was all he could do to try to focus on what was going on around him to distract himself from how badly the front of his head was throbbing. There was Yuna, who seemed to be smiling and waving at him from what he could make out through the darkness… His instinct was to run towards her, but the moment he decided to, she stopped waving and faded from his view. Suddenly, the air around him became warmer, and Tidus spun around trying to find the source, hoping it would illuminate the area even a little. In the distance, he spied a rival blitzball team from Zanarkard, with one of the players, most likely the captain, ahead of the others. Something at the back of his mind said there was something wrong with this picture, something out of place… but, not being able to figure out what, he shook the feeling off. From what he could discern through his hazy vision, the captain was edging him on, and as Tidus prepared to walk over and accept this challenge, his opponent slowly rolled a blizball over to him. Picking it up, it felt more soft and squishy than he was used to, and it felt smaller in his hand. Squinting, he thought it looked normal, but with everything indistinct and swaying, making out any details was challenging. He tried to taunt the other player regarding this ball, which he decided must be partially deflated, only to remember he lost his voice when only silence came out.
That perplexed him more than anything else going on; he had been under silence spells before, and that is what this felt like to him, but why would they silence him? Just to prevent him from boasting about how much he’s going to win?
He decided this was another minor issue not worth thinking about. He already felt dizzy enough as it was, and nothing at the moment made any sense to him. Strange, unexplained circumstances had happened to him before and they always worked out eventually, or so he thought, but maybe that feeling was because of the headache too. Shaking off that final thought, he fixated on the player again. Right as he was about to throw the deflated blizball back, there was another burst of heat, and this time a bright fireball briefly lit up the area. He realized he was in a small corridor, and the thought of it perhaps being the back rooms of a bliztball stadium were ruined when the ground shook, and he swore he saw a massive black blur rip a piece of the floor right out from under it. While still staring at the ground, he became aware of the sword he had dropped next to him. It finally hit him. Sin. He was in sin. He was about to face his old man, when everything turned dark.
“Blizball… blizball… Sin… Arrghhh!” Trying to understand everything, he squinted at the captain once more. He was taller, dark haired… This had to be a trick his old man was playing on him. Voices from his childhood rushed back—“crybaby, cry, cry, cry… That’s all you ever do!” That was all he needed as motivation to end this. He lunged for his father, sword in one hand and blizball in the other. A couple of steps away from Jecht, he screamed, a battle cry that would have echoed if not for how he once again forgot his lack of voice. He prepared to toss the blizball in the air; Tidus wanted to hit Jecht with his own medicine and prove once and for all he can pull of his father’s so-called impossible Jecht shot. Right as he was about to throw, a pleasantly warm light enveloped him and the darkness dissipated. He now saw Lulu in front of him, as he held the head of her moogle doll a foot from her face, preparing to launch it like a blitzball.
“I… huh?” Lowering the doll, he noticed the malboro was falling from the air, brunt to a crisp and surrounded by falling debris from the part of the floor which he saw being sent airborne. Glancing back down, Yuna was pleasantly smiling at him like she always did.
“You were both confused, but it’s okay now. Ifrit took care of the malboro, and I used esuna as soon as I could.” She maintained a concerned tone, one that made him feel relieved that she was the type to worry about others rather than criticize them for making her and the Aeons do all of the work.
“I’m sorry Lulu, I thought you were my old man.” At this remark, Wakka and and Rikku both started chuckling and even Auron gave an amused grunt. Lulu was glaring at him, her eyes even colder than Tidus was used to being on the receiving end of.
“Unbelievable,” her tone wasn’t angry, but she shook her head and continued eyeing him, “If we can so easily be mistaken for each other, I must wonder about this father of yours.”
“I didn’t mean… Hey! You sent that doll after me! Just who did you think I was?”
“It doesn’t matter,” she briefly looked to the side, “We can discuss this after we beat Sin.” Without looking back, she began to walk away, hoping to the party would follow and continue onward to the final battle.
Wakka was shaking his head in disbelief. “You really dunno how to treat a woman, do ya?”
Tidus scratched the back of his head and chuckled slightly as Wakka left to follow Lulu. Moving away from them, he motioned towards Yuna to join him at the back of the group.
“Its stink breath didn’t affect you, Yuna?”
“It did, but I was only silenced, poisoned, and slowed. An elixir cured that up.” The gentle way she replied made Tidus feel as if nothing had even happened. The two were not completely out of ear shot of the others, and Auron looked back at them both
.
“The smell is still here, there’s more where that came from.”
At that, Tidus could only groan.
the_404_errorClass: Black Mage
Title: Marlboro Mayhem
Summary: Tidus gets hit with status effect mania. For the fight scene fic.
Characters/Pairings: The FFX party, a marlboro
Word count: 1,852
Rating/warnings: Uhh, I haven't played FFX in ages? ... and I still can't believe I've now written 3 fanfics.
A little further, and Spira would finally be free of Sin's relentless cycle of death and destruction. Tidus found he was unable to stay still in anticipation, an excited sense of resolve that made him oblivious to his surroundings. It wasn't until part of the floor rose up to block his path, effectively knocking him over in the process, that he looked back at his friends. Rikku was already holding her stomach, Wakka attempted to plug his nose, and Yuna had the sleeve of her robe covering the bottom half of her face. If the other three were affected, they showed no sign of it. After stopping to take in the area himself, he began to share their queasy discomfort. It was putrid, a far worse stench than his bin of unwashed blitzball clothes back in Zanarkand. He had considered the area around that bin to be the worst smelling place in existence, some of the clothes at the bottom had more than their fair share of mold, and nothing he had met in his travels so far topped it when it was at its worst.
"Wakka, what did you do this time?" Tidus knew Wakka had nothing to do with it, but he had no clue what was the cause of it, and he wanted to get his mind off of Zanarkand. After everything that has happened, his head hurt whenever he began to think of home; that always led to being reminded of the truth of it.
“It's this place, ya?” Wakka’s words were muffled from behind his covered nose, and he showed no intention of dropping his hand unless he had to. The dark haired woman standing next to him briefly gave both the blitzball players a cold yet calm glare.
"I hope you didn't expect the inside of Sin to smell like a field of roses." The tone of her voice matched her stare, but the iciness was quick to leave.
"Stay alert," Auron interjected, "The source is dangerous."
"I'm sure it's nothing we can't handle! We've come this far, a stink bug can't stop us!” With that, Tidus marched off in front again. Pieces of the floor sprung up at every few steps, and with no purpose they could find other than to distract and frustrate them. They fought past many of the same enemies they’ve seen before: blue plants which Auron and Tidus quickly whacked apart, Ahriman which went down quickly enough when faced with the force of Wakka’s blitzballs, the tougher Adamantoises which always gave them some trouble, but eventually went down with overdrives and Aeons.
This was all just repetitive busy work for them now; Sin was their target, and even as they stepped on another glyph platform to reach yet another dead-end, nothing could dishearten them. As they turned around to search for a different path, there stood a massive, gruesome creature seemly composed entirely of tentacles, excluding the enormous opening that could only be its mouth.
In a frightened haste, Rikku was the first to respond, “A marlboro! Like the ones in the Calm Lands! Only bigger! And smellier!”
She took a few steps back at the sight of the monster, but almost as if responding to the insult, it grabbed the Al Bhed with its massive mouth and started gnawing at her before anyone could attack it. She squealed in disgust, and in desperation attempted to free herself by attacking the creature’s tongue with her bladed gloves. Kimahri lunged at it while Tidus rushed in screaming at it to let her go; both attacks barely left a mark, as the sunk into the creature’s oily, slime-coated skin. When it did spit Rikku back out, she was covered in the monster’s saliva and repeating “Eew” to herself while holding her head in her hands. Once she recovered from the initial shock, she turned to the others.
“Can someone else take this one? Pretty please?”
“It’s weak against fire,” Lulu said while rushing up to replace the distraught Rikku, “Leave it to us.” She motioned towards Yuna who was replacing Kimahri. They’ve had many discussions over whether or not their tactic of only having three people in front at any given time always make always made sense, but at least in these cramped corridors, it was a necessity.
The moment Lulu managed to get to the front, the marlboro squirted a foul substance from one of its tentacles as she cast Firaga on it. While more damaging than the weapons had been, getting hit with the fire caused it to start trashing its tentacles more aggressively. At the peak of its ire, a dark colored gas spewed out of the creature’s mouth. The atrocious substance spewed across the corridor, covering all three of the fighters in front. Tidus gagged as his vision began to blur. He tried to complain about the smell, but couldn’t manage to produce a sound. Everything seemed to dance and sway before him, and it was all he could do to try to focus on what was going on around him to distract himself from how badly the front of his head was throbbing. There was Yuna, who seemed to be smiling and waving at him from what he could make out through the darkness… His instinct was to run towards her, but the moment he decided to, she stopped waving and faded from his view. Suddenly, the air around him became warmer, and Tidus spun around trying to find the source, hoping it would illuminate the area even a little. In the distance, he spied a rival blitzball team from Zanarkard, with one of the players, most likely the captain, ahead of the others. Something at the back of his mind said there was something wrong with this picture, something out of place… but, not being able to figure out what, he shook the feeling off. From what he could discern through his hazy vision, the captain was edging him on, and as Tidus prepared to walk over and accept this challenge, his opponent slowly rolled a blizball over to him. Picking it up, it felt more soft and squishy than he was used to, and it felt smaller in his hand. Squinting, he thought it looked normal, but with everything indistinct and swaying, making out any details was challenging. He tried to taunt the other player regarding this ball, which he decided must be partially deflated, only to remember he lost his voice when only silence came out.
That perplexed him more than anything else going on; he had been under silence spells before, and that is what this felt like to him, but why would they silence him? Just to prevent him from boasting about how much he’s going to win?
He decided this was another minor issue not worth thinking about. He already felt dizzy enough as it was, and nothing at the moment made any sense to him. Strange, unexplained circumstances had happened to him before and they always worked out eventually, or so he thought, but maybe that feeling was because of the headache too. Shaking off that final thought, he fixated on the player again. Right as he was about to throw the deflated blizball back, there was another burst of heat, and this time a bright fireball briefly lit up the area. He realized he was in a small corridor, and the thought of it perhaps being the back rooms of a bliztball stadium were ruined when the ground shook, and he swore he saw a massive black blur rip a piece of the floor right out from under it. While still staring at the ground, he became aware of the sword he had dropped next to him. It finally hit him. Sin. He was in sin. He was about to face his old man, when everything turned dark.
“Blizball… blizball… Sin… Arrghhh!” Trying to understand everything, he squinted at the captain once more. He was taller, dark haired… This had to be a trick his old man was playing on him. Voices from his childhood rushed back—“crybaby, cry, cry, cry… That’s all you ever do!” That was all he needed as motivation to end this. He lunged for his father, sword in one hand and blizball in the other. A couple of steps away from Jecht, he screamed, a battle cry that would have echoed if not for how he once again forgot his lack of voice. He prepared to toss the blizball in the air; Tidus wanted to hit Jecht with his own medicine and prove once and for all he can pull of his father’s so-called impossible Jecht shot. Right as he was about to throw, a pleasantly warm light enveloped him and the darkness dissipated. He now saw Lulu in front of him, as he held the head of her moogle doll a foot from her face, preparing to launch it like a blitzball.
“I… huh?” Lowering the doll, he noticed the malboro was falling from the air, brunt to a crisp and surrounded by falling debris from the part of the floor which he saw being sent airborne. Glancing back down, Yuna was pleasantly smiling at him like she always did.
“You were both confused, but it’s okay now. Ifrit took care of the malboro, and I used esuna as soon as I could.” She maintained a concerned tone, one that made him feel relieved that she was the type to worry about others rather than criticize them for making her and the Aeons do all of the work.
“I’m sorry Lulu, I thought you were my old man.” At this remark, Wakka and and Rikku both started chuckling and even Auron gave an amused grunt. Lulu was glaring at him, her eyes even colder than Tidus was used to being on the receiving end of.
“Unbelievable,” her tone wasn’t angry, but she shook her head and continued eyeing him, “If we can so easily be mistaken for each other, I must wonder about this father of yours.”
“I didn’t mean… Hey! You sent that doll after me! Just who did you think I was?”
“It doesn’t matter,” she briefly looked to the side, “We can discuss this after we beat Sin.” Without looking back, she began to walk away, hoping to the party would follow and continue onward to the final battle.
Wakka was shaking his head in disbelief. “You really dunno how to treat a woman, do ya?”
Tidus scratched the back of his head and chuckled slightly as Wakka left to follow Lulu. Moving away from them, he motioned towards Yuna to join him at the back of the group.
“Its stink breath didn’t affect you, Yuna?”
“It did, but I was only silenced, poisoned, and slowed. An elixir cured that up.” The gentle way she replied made Tidus feel as if nothing had even happened. The two were not completely out of ear shot of the others, and Auron looked back at them both
.
“The smell is still here, there’s more where that came from.”
At that, Tidus could only groan.