FFI Fanfic - Los Angeles Skyline.
Title: Los Angeles Skyline.
Fandom: Final Fantasy I
Characters: Light Warriors (One Red Wizard, One Knight, One Ninja, One Master)
Rating: G
Warning: Nada.
Wordcount: 300
Summary: The Light Warriors return victorious to find... Wait, what in Goddess' name happened here?
The swirling sparkle of Exit and time travel faded off, to be replaced by an utterly unfamiliar paste of glitter, lightwork, ear-pounding sound, and undulating human bodies.
“What... in the world?”
The question went unanswered, as a burley man with a stylized club and a black tunic reading SECURITY in bold letters fought to usher the party out of the building. He was given due resistance, until Ares and La’al managed to drag their knight-errant back from what looked to be a promising fight.
“I could have taken him,” Lyre insisted, nevertheless reluctant to step out onto the loud, glaring city street.
“I don’t doubt that,” Ares assured, dragging her along by means of her arm over his shoulder. His grip loosened as he took in the vastly changed world surrounding the Temple of Chaos.
The monk gave a deep, slow, and ultimately nerve-calming whistle.
“Did Chaos do this?” Ethia wondered aloud. Arms raised, he stepped out onto the black river of asphalt, still warm in the early summer evening. From the endless flow of people walking one way or another, ignoring him as they did, a pair of youths -squires, perhaps, wearing studded cloth bearing many standards - stopped to stare, and he dropped his arms.
“That is so cool,” one of them giggled as the other dragged him away. Ethia waved after them, grin widening all the while.
“I think I like it here.”
La’al dropped her hat on onto his head, and pulled the hem of her cloak up. Other people were starting to take notice of them. “I think it is time for us to be leaving. Let us find the nearest inn.”
“Where?” Lyre asked, gruffly irate. She took to the direction indicated, leading the way at the wizard’s behest.
“Something must have gone dreadfully wrong!”
Fandom: Final Fantasy I
Characters: Light Warriors (One Red Wizard, One Knight, One Ninja, One Master)
Rating: G
Warning: Nada.
Wordcount: 300
Summary: The Light Warriors return victorious to find... Wait, what in Goddess' name happened here?
The swirling sparkle of Exit and time travel faded off, to be replaced by an utterly unfamiliar paste of glitter, lightwork, ear-pounding sound, and undulating human bodies.
“What... in the world?”
The question went unanswered, as a burley man with a stylized club and a black tunic reading SECURITY in bold letters fought to usher the party out of the building. He was given due resistance, until Ares and La’al managed to drag their knight-errant back from what looked to be a promising fight.
“I could have taken him,” Lyre insisted, nevertheless reluctant to step out onto the loud, glaring city street.
“I don’t doubt that,” Ares assured, dragging her along by means of her arm over his shoulder. His grip loosened as he took in the vastly changed world surrounding the Temple of Chaos.
The monk gave a deep, slow, and ultimately nerve-calming whistle.
“Did Chaos do this?” Ethia wondered aloud. Arms raised, he stepped out onto the black river of asphalt, still warm in the early summer evening. From the endless flow of people walking one way or another, ignoring him as they did, a pair of youths -squires, perhaps, wearing studded cloth bearing many standards - stopped to stare, and he dropped his arms.
“That is so cool,” one of them giggled as the other dragged him away. Ethia waved after them, grin widening all the while.
“I think I like it here.”
La’al dropped her hat on onto his head, and pulled the hem of her cloak up. Other people were starting to take notice of them. “I think it is time for us to be leaving. Let us find the nearest inn.”
“Where?” Lyre asked, gruffly irate. She took to the direction indicated, leading the way at the wizard’s behest.
“Something must have gone dreadfully wrong!”