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{Fan Fics} End of the World, Moments, & Meat and Apples
Not sure when else I'll have time to do so before October 2, so I'm posting my last three ultima_arena entries here...just so that I have everything in one safe place! ♥
Username: Yin (ofbreyzyyin)
Class: White Mage
Title: End of the World
Summary: Noel and Dajh have a conversation after the events of FFXIII-2.
Characters/Pairings: Dajh and Noel. Sazh, Serah, Snow, Hope, and Dajh's mother are also mentioned. No pairings, just a bonding/comfort fic between the two central characters.
Word count: 1,000
Rating/warnings: G. Spoilers for FFXIII-2.
----Legal Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy XIII, Final Fantasy XIII-2, or any of the characters from those games. They are the rightful property of Square-Enix.----
The nine-year-old boy sat on the very edge of the rocky outcropping, his legs dangling over the edge.
He glanced up at the darkened sky with a gnawing uncomfortable pit in his stomach.
The whole world seemed to consist of stark purples and blacks. Silences seemed to stretch into eternity no matter how much noise one tried to make.
Despite his father’s reassurances, he knew things weren’t good...saw it in his daddy’s stricken face every time he forced a smile, heard it every time Sazh’s voice cracked with raw emotion and in the hushed adult voices when they thought he wasn’t paying attention.
He knew how horrible things were despite their attempts at protection. Dajh Katzroy was a perceptive and incredibly observant boy.
...Sometimes, he almost wished he wasn’t.
After his mother died, Dajh wanted to cry all the time, but held off because of his father.
Now, he felt very much the same.
...The only reason he wasn’t crying was because he felt Daddy needed him to be strong, because otherwise he might break. That terrified him even more.
The gloomy, nightmarish forest gave way as a brown-haired teen clad in blues and purples emerged from it. He looked at the sparse setting in front of him with a deepening frown.
"Great. Where’s everyone gone off to now?"
His patience was running thin. Everyone’s was these days.
Dajh kicked his feet out, causing some of the darkened rock he was sitting on to break free. The noise caused Noel Kreiss to look past the empty campsite a split-second later, taking note of the little boy off to the side.
"Dajh?" he walked over to the circle where a fire had once been and unceremoniously plopped down in front of its skeletal remains, "You’re here by yourself?"
"Daddy and Hope heard a noise and went to check it out."
Remembering that his father had also explicitly told him to wait by the campsite...the youth reluctantly absconded from his perch. He trudged over to where Noel was and sat opposite him.
Dajh’s movements weren’t registered by Noel, who was staring at the remains of what had once been their campfire.
"...History always does seem to repeat itself no matter what I do, doesn’t it?" the older boy mumbled.
"I race against the clock...and everything still happens just like it always did. I even helped make sure of it. Why bother trying?" he smiled bitterly, "Maybe all I’ve been is just slow on the uptake."
"...You mean like a late bloomer?"
He hadn’t meant to say anything, but he’d heard his father and Mr. Snow say the expression before.
Noel blinked and stared at Dajh momentarily. The older boy could be a bit rough around the edges. Dajh swallowed nervously, unsure if his intrusion would be welcome.
Noel smiled slightly...it was an awkward one, but soft and warm nonetheless, "I guess you could say that."
"...Is that why you’ve stayed so long this time?"
Dajh didn’t know all the details, but he knew of Noel and Serah’s travels through time. It still hurt to think on her, so he tried not to often in case he‘d cry. Dajh confusedly knew that he and his father had come to this time in a similar way.
A melancholy smile remained, "I...hadn’t really thought about it. Maybe I just want to see for myself the direction time’s flow will take. If it will still lead to the same future where I meet Lightning, where everyone..."
Noel stopped, staring at the expectant Dajh with a dawning look of horror at what he had just been about to say.
"Where everyone dies?" He knew already what Noel meant. Everyone talked about it with pain in their eyes. He’d accepted it, but Dajh’s voice still cracked when he said it.
Dajh thought of his mother whom he couldn’t remember clearly beyond residual emotions, beyond Daddy’s stories. He remembered Serah. It might be nice to see them again, right?
He wasn’t sure why he felt so sad and scared then, why his eyes started to moisten.
Noel moved lightning-quick, grasping the little boy’s shoulders tightly.
"Dajh...I’m sorry." his voice seemed panicked, as if he wasn’t sure what to do, "Forget I said anything, all right?"
A world of purples and blacks, of hanging silences and dread for all eternity. A living bruise.
His father’s smile would disappear, just like his mother’s. He might forget both of them completely in time.
He shuddered, wanting to scream...to sob like the child he still was.
Noel’s fingers tightened, his voice an anchor, "Dajh! Listen to me...no one else is going to die."
"You don’t know that." his voice was weak and small, "You’ve seen it happen."
Noel flinched, looking pained, "...You’re right."
"I’m scared. I try not to be in front of Daddy...but I want to cry." Dajh hiccupped, staring at the stricken youth, "Does that make me weak?"
Noel surprised him, enveloping the younger boy in a crushing, protective hug.
"No, it means you’re brave...a good kid." his voice was reassuring, "You know what? I feel the same. I’m scared all the time too."
There was a watery quality to Noel’s voice, and he was shaking while holding Dajh.
They were both crying, thinking on painful pasts and uncertain futures. It felt oddly comforting...letting go.
When the moment passed, Noel retreated to his side of the campsite with eyes still red as Dajh sniffed.
"Hey, Noel?"
"What?" Noel was distant again.
"You never know if you can change something if you don’t try."
...Advice his father had told him.
Noel smiled, "You’re a good kid, Dajh. ...Your dad should be proud."
He blushed at the praise, smiling sheepishly.
"You’re right, and they’re right too. As long as we’re here, we’re not beaten. Not completely."
The two smiled conspiratorially at one another. It was probably just a result of his eyes still being misty, but to Dajh the stark purple and black in the air seemed slightly more muted at the moment.
-----
Username: Yin (ofbreyzyyin)
Class: White Mage
Title: Moments
Summary: Mikoto adjusts to life at Black Mage Village, as Vivi tries to come to terms with his time there ending.
Characters/Pairings: Mikoto, Vivi, Bobby Corwen, and Vivi's Children. Mentions of Zidane, Kuja, and Garland, as well as the other Genomes and Black Mages. No pairings, just a bonding/comfort story.
Word count: 974
Rating/warnings: G. Spoilers for FFIX.
----Legal Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy IX, or any of the characters from the game. They are the rightful property of Square-Enix.----
Set: Moments
Who: Genomes and Black Mages
Mikoto was a Genome. Her appearance mirrored her "brother" Zidane to a degree, albeit in a more feminine way.
She had never questioned "why" this was, or why so many of the other Genomes also had blond hair and blue eyes. Perhaps Garland just couldn’t be bothered to come up with a myriad assortment of hair and eye colors...of skin tones, body shapes, and facial features. Only one or two in a hundred ever had differing traits of any kind.
...It had always mattered very little to her, was something she deemed inconsequential.
She knew it was the same for the Black Mages they now lived with. Their creator hadn’t bothered to waste time making their appearances differ much either. More often than not, they had numbers instead of names...and her "brother" Kuja hadn’t even bothered to learn those.
The little Black Mage named Vivi was the only one with a name. He saw her and gave a shy wave in awkward greeting.
Mikoto acknowledged it with a slight nod of her head.
She now knew greetings were important. It meant someone acknowledged another. She was grateful to have been extended the gesture at all.
*****
What: Petting
The baby Chocobo was a strange creature, and Mikoto had at first been at a loss as to the preoccupation the Black Mages had with taking care of the helpless thing. Weren’t they beasts of burden on this world?
...But, wasn’t that the case with the Genomes and Black Mages themselves? The question she had inwardly poised made her feel oddly uncomfortable, and she tried to ignore it--knowing it as truth, but truth that now could possibly be changed.
Other Genomes had started to volunteer to look after the little bird, and she was surprised to see softness in normally cold eyes--slight and unsure, but warm smiles on faces that had been blank before as they patted its head awkwardly.
The little Black Mage, Vivi, was petting the yellow feathers now. The bird seemed content, cooing softly.
Large eyes opened at her approach.
"Kweh!" Bobby Corwen greeted her as though she was his most favorite person.
Mikoto hesitantly reached out to touch soft feathers…her hands going over his whole head. She glanced at Vivi and mimicked his petting motions, Bobby Corwen relaxing with her touch.
She did not smile, but she felt lighter somehow all the same.
*****
When: Stopping
Vivi sat just outside the graveyard. The scent of freshly turned dirt filled the air.
The other Black Mages had left the somber setting, not wishing to linger. The Genomes had observed, but they had dispersed even earlier. The ceremony for mourning still confused them, put them at an unease they couldn’t explain with words.
Unsure of why she did so but, concerned over the boy’s actions, Mikoto stood before him and waited for him to notice her presence.
“I’m stopping soon too. I can feel it.”
His voice was barely a whisper. She said nothing.
“Every day it gets harder to move.” he shook a little, “...I’m scared.”
It was the logical reaction anyone would have, her rational mind deduced.
The irrational part of her mind took control then. Sitting down next to the little boy, she awkwardly put a hand on his shoulder and surprised herself by wishing Zidane were here instead.
All she could do was sit next to a terrified, dying child. She did not like the feelings it stirred within her...the blurriness in her normally perfect vision.
She sat there nonetheless, shielding Vivi inadequately from the sight of the graves.
*****
Where: Home
Black Mage Village was the place Mikoto thought of as “home.”
The Black Mages had been like her people: “soulless” beings created only to serve their function. They had accepted the Genomes...kindred spirits in a way.
The Genomes had slowly begun adjusting to their new lives, transforming in ways she’d never thought possible. They had been nurtured to their true selves here.
...The idea that soon the Genomes would outnumber the Black Mages in their own village rested uneasy with her.
It was unfair, and frustrated her...scared her even by the sharp sadness she felt.
Vivi was staring at the sky again. She joined him, staring up at the blue expanse as well.
“...My memories will become like this, won’t they?” he asked timidly, “We’ll still be here--looking over everything.”
She said nothing, not sure if he really wanted an answer.
The small smile in the boy’s eyes was oddly peaceful, “I like that idea. I’ve been thinking about things like that for awhile now.”
“...It’s an interesting concept.” the reassuring words coming from her own voice surprised her.
Around them, a soothing breeze blew through the quiet of Black Mage Village.
*****
Why: Memories in the Sky
The tiny Black Mages that looked like Vivi-but-were-not-Vivi stared at Mikoto feeding the chocobo with curious eyes.
“...Why are you feeding the birdie, Auntie?” the most outspoken one finally ventured.
Black Mage Village was filled with Black Mages now, the “children” of its first residents.
The last technology of her creator had been put to good use.
The Genomes evolved into natural caregivers: having the little ones there filled idle time and uncertainty with purpose.
...Perhaps that was the last gift the Black Mages had given them as well.
“Because he was important to your father and the others,” she explained, “Which makes him important to us.”
“So if we take care of Bobby Corwen...Father will know about it? Even though he’s stopped?”
“Of course. Your father is part of the sky now. He’s watching over you.”
The children nodded sagely at this and watched Mikoto pet Bobby Corwen on the head.
Glancing at one another, they hesitantly reached hands out to pet the very contented creature.
Small, nervous laughter erupted at the happy “Kweh!” that followed...glowing eyes smiling softly.
Mikoto couldn’t help but smile in return, her eyes glancing unconsciously to the sky overhead.
-----
Username: Yin (ofbreyzyyin)
Class: White Mage
Title: Meat and Apples
Summary: Gnash talks about one of his favorite recipes.
Characters/Pairings: Gnash. Mentions of Chelinka, Alhanalem, and Yuri.
Word count: 347
Rating/warnings: G.
----Legal Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy Crystal Chronicles: Ring of Fates or any of the characters from the game. They are the rightful property of Square-Enix.----
Meat and Apples
I love meat and apples! In forest, eating both together was big treat! Chelinka said I should make recipe...not so sure how to do, but here goes.
Ingredients
...Why do I need this part? Easy enough! You need meat and apples! Can find easy when living in forest, just need bow and arrows for meat...and just be good jumper and climber for apples. Don’t eat any meat or apples laying on ground, makes you sick.
Crowded places where party and friends go have lots of people and buildings where you can find meat and apples. Those are okay to eat even if you didn’t get them yourself. Moogles don’t like you just taking them though! Be sure to bring gil or friend who pay for them. :)
Method
Just eat meat and apples next! Yummy, right? :)
...Only, friends don’t seem to like eating meat just is. They been trying to make me cook anything I hunt before they eat. Seems like added step to me, when I catch something I hungry! But if you have friends like that...I learn some tricks from them they seem to like. Maybe will work for your friends too?
Make fire with sticks. Easy to do if you rub quickly enough. Once fire ready, poke meat through stick and place near fire. Should turn dark once it ready.
Cut apples go in pot over fire. Honey and cinnamon go over (but not too much--made Birdie Man gag once!). Stir with stick or spoon (bigger stick with round thing at end). Apples turn more dark too once ready, start smelling sweet.
Cut meat into small chunks (don’t let friend see you use sword he use in battle for this!), and put on top of apples. Serve in bowls.
Takes some getting used to, but it no taste bad--just different. More "sweet and savory," Yuri says. Friends won’t make faces when they try this way, which is good!
...I think getting to eat it like this with friends make it taste better now. :)
ultima_arena entries here...just so that I have everything in one safe place! ♥Username: Yin (of
breyzyyin)Class: White Mage
Title: End of the World
Summary: Noel and Dajh have a conversation after the events of FFXIII-2.
Characters/Pairings: Dajh and Noel. Sazh, Serah, Snow, Hope, and Dajh's mother are also mentioned. No pairings, just a bonding/comfort fic between the two central characters.
Word count: 1,000
Rating/warnings: G. Spoilers for FFXIII-2.
----Legal Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy XIII, Final Fantasy XIII-2, or any of the characters from those games. They are the rightful property of Square-Enix.----
The nine-year-old boy sat on the very edge of the rocky outcropping, his legs dangling over the edge.
He glanced up at the darkened sky with a gnawing uncomfortable pit in his stomach.
The whole world seemed to consist of stark purples and blacks. Silences seemed to stretch into eternity no matter how much noise one tried to make.
Despite his father’s reassurances, he knew things weren’t good...saw it in his daddy’s stricken face every time he forced a smile, heard it every time Sazh’s voice cracked with raw emotion and in the hushed adult voices when they thought he wasn’t paying attention.
He knew how horrible things were despite their attempts at protection. Dajh Katzroy was a perceptive and incredibly observant boy.
...Sometimes, he almost wished he wasn’t.
After his mother died, Dajh wanted to cry all the time, but held off because of his father.
Now, he felt very much the same.
...The only reason he wasn’t crying was because he felt Daddy needed him to be strong, because otherwise he might break. That terrified him even more.
The gloomy, nightmarish forest gave way as a brown-haired teen clad in blues and purples emerged from it. He looked at the sparse setting in front of him with a deepening frown.
"Great. Where’s everyone gone off to now?"
His patience was running thin. Everyone’s was these days.
Dajh kicked his feet out, causing some of the darkened rock he was sitting on to break free. The noise caused Noel Kreiss to look past the empty campsite a split-second later, taking note of the little boy off to the side.
"Dajh?" he walked over to the circle where a fire had once been and unceremoniously plopped down in front of its skeletal remains, "You’re here by yourself?"
"Daddy and Hope heard a noise and went to check it out."
Remembering that his father had also explicitly told him to wait by the campsite...the youth reluctantly absconded from his perch. He trudged over to where Noel was and sat opposite him.
Dajh’s movements weren’t registered by Noel, who was staring at the remains of what had once been their campfire.
"...History always does seem to repeat itself no matter what I do, doesn’t it?" the older boy mumbled.
"I race against the clock...and everything still happens just like it always did. I even helped make sure of it. Why bother trying?" he smiled bitterly, "Maybe all I’ve been is just slow on the uptake."
"...You mean like a late bloomer?"
He hadn’t meant to say anything, but he’d heard his father and Mr. Snow say the expression before.
Noel blinked and stared at Dajh momentarily. The older boy could be a bit rough around the edges. Dajh swallowed nervously, unsure if his intrusion would be welcome.
Noel smiled slightly...it was an awkward one, but soft and warm nonetheless, "I guess you could say that."
"...Is that why you’ve stayed so long this time?"
Dajh didn’t know all the details, but he knew of Noel and Serah’s travels through time. It still hurt to think on her, so he tried not to often in case he‘d cry. Dajh confusedly knew that he and his father had come to this time in a similar way.
A melancholy smile remained, "I...hadn’t really thought about it. Maybe I just want to see for myself the direction time’s flow will take. If it will still lead to the same future where I meet Lightning, where everyone..."
Noel stopped, staring at the expectant Dajh with a dawning look of horror at what he had just been about to say.
"Where everyone dies?" He knew already what Noel meant. Everyone talked about it with pain in their eyes. He’d accepted it, but Dajh’s voice still cracked when he said it.
Dajh thought of his mother whom he couldn’t remember clearly beyond residual emotions, beyond Daddy’s stories. He remembered Serah. It might be nice to see them again, right?
He wasn’t sure why he felt so sad and scared then, why his eyes started to moisten.
Noel moved lightning-quick, grasping the little boy’s shoulders tightly.
"Dajh...I’m sorry." his voice seemed panicked, as if he wasn’t sure what to do, "Forget I said anything, all right?"
A world of purples and blacks, of hanging silences and dread for all eternity. A living bruise.
His father’s smile would disappear, just like his mother’s. He might forget both of them completely in time.
He shuddered, wanting to scream...to sob like the child he still was.
Noel’s fingers tightened, his voice an anchor, "Dajh! Listen to me...no one else is going to die."
"You don’t know that." his voice was weak and small, "You’ve seen it happen."
Noel flinched, looking pained, "...You’re right."
"I’m scared. I try not to be in front of Daddy...but I want to cry." Dajh hiccupped, staring at the stricken youth, "Does that make me weak?"
Noel surprised him, enveloping the younger boy in a crushing, protective hug.
"No, it means you’re brave...a good kid." his voice was reassuring, "You know what? I feel the same. I’m scared all the time too."
There was a watery quality to Noel’s voice, and he was shaking while holding Dajh.
They were both crying, thinking on painful pasts and uncertain futures. It felt oddly comforting...letting go.
When the moment passed, Noel retreated to his side of the campsite with eyes still red as Dajh sniffed.
"Hey, Noel?"
"What?" Noel was distant again.
"You never know if you can change something if you don’t try."
...Advice his father had told him.
Noel smiled, "You’re a good kid, Dajh. ...Your dad should be proud."
He blushed at the praise, smiling sheepishly.
"You’re right, and they’re right too. As long as we’re here, we’re not beaten. Not completely."
The two smiled conspiratorially at one another. It was probably just a result of his eyes still being misty, but to Dajh the stark purple and black in the air seemed slightly more muted at the moment.
Username: Yin (of
breyzyyin)Class: White Mage
Title: Moments
Summary: Mikoto adjusts to life at Black Mage Village, as Vivi tries to come to terms with his time there ending.
Characters/Pairings: Mikoto, Vivi, Bobby Corwen, and Vivi's Children. Mentions of Zidane, Kuja, and Garland, as well as the other Genomes and Black Mages. No pairings, just a bonding/comfort story.
Word count: 974
Rating/warnings: G. Spoilers for FFIX.
----Legal Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy IX, or any of the characters from the game. They are the rightful property of Square-Enix.----
Set: Moments
Who: Genomes and Black Mages
Mikoto was a Genome. Her appearance mirrored her "brother" Zidane to a degree, albeit in a more feminine way.
She had never questioned "why" this was, or why so many of the other Genomes also had blond hair and blue eyes. Perhaps Garland just couldn’t be bothered to come up with a myriad assortment of hair and eye colors...of skin tones, body shapes, and facial features. Only one or two in a hundred ever had differing traits of any kind.
...It had always mattered very little to her, was something she deemed inconsequential.
She knew it was the same for the Black Mages they now lived with. Their creator hadn’t bothered to waste time making their appearances differ much either. More often than not, they had numbers instead of names...and her "brother" Kuja hadn’t even bothered to learn those.
The little Black Mage named Vivi was the only one with a name. He saw her and gave a shy wave in awkward greeting.
Mikoto acknowledged it with a slight nod of her head.
She now knew greetings were important. It meant someone acknowledged another. She was grateful to have been extended the gesture at all.
What: Petting
The baby Chocobo was a strange creature, and Mikoto had at first been at a loss as to the preoccupation the Black Mages had with taking care of the helpless thing. Weren’t they beasts of burden on this world?
...But, wasn’t that the case with the Genomes and Black Mages themselves? The question she had inwardly poised made her feel oddly uncomfortable, and she tried to ignore it--knowing it as truth, but truth that now could possibly be changed.
Other Genomes had started to volunteer to look after the little bird, and she was surprised to see softness in normally cold eyes--slight and unsure, but warm smiles on faces that had been blank before as they patted its head awkwardly.
The little Black Mage, Vivi, was petting the yellow feathers now. The bird seemed content, cooing softly.
Large eyes opened at her approach.
"Kweh!" Bobby Corwen greeted her as though she was his most favorite person.
Mikoto hesitantly reached out to touch soft feathers…her hands going over his whole head. She glanced at Vivi and mimicked his petting motions, Bobby Corwen relaxing with her touch.
She did not smile, but she felt lighter somehow all the same.
When: Stopping
Vivi sat just outside the graveyard. The scent of freshly turned dirt filled the air.
The other Black Mages had left the somber setting, not wishing to linger. The Genomes had observed, but they had dispersed even earlier. The ceremony for mourning still confused them, put them at an unease they couldn’t explain with words.
Unsure of why she did so but, concerned over the boy’s actions, Mikoto stood before him and waited for him to notice her presence.
“I’m stopping soon too. I can feel it.”
His voice was barely a whisper. She said nothing.
“Every day it gets harder to move.” he shook a little, “...I’m scared.”
It was the logical reaction anyone would have, her rational mind deduced.
The irrational part of her mind took control then. Sitting down next to the little boy, she awkwardly put a hand on his shoulder and surprised herself by wishing Zidane were here instead.
All she could do was sit next to a terrified, dying child. She did not like the feelings it stirred within her...the blurriness in her normally perfect vision.
She sat there nonetheless, shielding Vivi inadequately from the sight of the graves.
Where: Home
Black Mage Village was the place Mikoto thought of as “home.”
The Black Mages had been like her people: “soulless” beings created only to serve their function. They had accepted the Genomes...kindred spirits in a way.
The Genomes had slowly begun adjusting to their new lives, transforming in ways she’d never thought possible. They had been nurtured to their true selves here.
...The idea that soon the Genomes would outnumber the Black Mages in their own village rested uneasy with her.
It was unfair, and frustrated her...scared her even by the sharp sadness she felt.
Vivi was staring at the sky again. She joined him, staring up at the blue expanse as well.
“...My memories will become like this, won’t they?” he asked timidly, “We’ll still be here--looking over everything.”
She said nothing, not sure if he really wanted an answer.
The small smile in the boy’s eyes was oddly peaceful, “I like that idea. I’ve been thinking about things like that for awhile now.”
“...It’s an interesting concept.” the reassuring words coming from her own voice surprised her.
Around them, a soothing breeze blew through the quiet of Black Mage Village.
Why: Memories in the Sky
The tiny Black Mages that looked like Vivi-but-were-not-Vivi stared at Mikoto feeding the chocobo with curious eyes.
“...Why are you feeding the birdie, Auntie?” the most outspoken one finally ventured.
Black Mage Village was filled with Black Mages now, the “children” of its first residents.
The last technology of her creator had been put to good use.
The Genomes evolved into natural caregivers: having the little ones there filled idle time and uncertainty with purpose.
...Perhaps that was the last gift the Black Mages had given them as well.
“Because he was important to your father and the others,” she explained, “Which makes him important to us.”
“So if we take care of Bobby Corwen...Father will know about it? Even though he’s stopped?”
“Of course. Your father is part of the sky now. He’s watching over you.”
The children nodded sagely at this and watched Mikoto pet Bobby Corwen on the head.
Glancing at one another, they hesitantly reached hands out to pet the very contented creature.
Small, nervous laughter erupted at the happy “Kweh!” that followed...glowing eyes smiling softly.
Mikoto couldn’t help but smile in return, her eyes glancing unconsciously to the sky overhead.
Username: Yin (of
breyzyyin)Class: White Mage
Title: Meat and Apples
Summary: Gnash talks about one of his favorite recipes.
Characters/Pairings: Gnash. Mentions of Chelinka, Alhanalem, and Yuri.
Word count: 347
Rating/warnings: G.
----Legal Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy Crystal Chronicles: Ring of Fates or any of the characters from the game. They are the rightful property of Square-Enix.----
Meat and Apples
I love meat and apples! In forest, eating both together was big treat! Chelinka said I should make recipe...not so sure how to do, but here goes.
Ingredients
...Why do I need this part? Easy enough! You need meat and apples! Can find easy when living in forest, just need bow and arrows for meat...and just be good jumper and climber for apples. Don’t eat any meat or apples laying on ground, makes you sick.
Crowded places where party and friends go have lots of people and buildings where you can find meat and apples. Those are okay to eat even if you didn’t get them yourself. Moogles don’t like you just taking them though! Be sure to bring gil or friend who pay for them. :)
Method
Just eat meat and apples next! Yummy, right? :)
...Only, friends don’t seem to like eating meat just is. They been trying to make me cook anything I hunt before they eat. Seems like added step to me, when I catch something I hungry! But if you have friends like that...I learn some tricks from them they seem to like. Maybe will work for your friends too?
Make fire with sticks. Easy to do if you rub quickly enough. Once fire ready, poke meat through stick and place near fire. Should turn dark once it ready.
Cut apples go in pot over fire. Honey and cinnamon go over (but not too much--made Birdie Man gag once!). Stir with stick or spoon (bigger stick with round thing at end). Apples turn more dark too once ready, start smelling sweet.
Cut meat into small chunks (don’t let friend see you use sword he use in battle for this!), and put on top of apples. Serve in bowls.
Takes some getting used to, but it no taste bad--just different. More "sweet and savory," Yuri says. Friends won’t make faces when they try this way, which is good!
...I think getting to eat it like this with friends make it taste better now. :)