What They Found in Oeilvert - Final Fantasy IX - PG
Fandom: Final Fantasy IX
Title: What They Found in Oeilvert
Rating: PG
Word Count: 961
Note: Humor. Freya. Posted February 25, 2008. Edited March 4, 2011.
Summary: Zidane is treasure hunting. Again.
“Excellent,” Zidane said, rubbing his hands together excitedly. The unknown expanse of Oeilvert refracted like a mirage in his eyes.
Freya, reliving bad Oeilvert memories but unwilling to announce her discomfort, rolled her eyes irritably. “Good lord, do we have to go through this with every cave, castle, city, village, and forsaken ruin we come across? Why can’t we actually leave a place and never come back?” She did not have to elaborate further, for Amarant scowled, Garnet sighed, and Eiko groaned dramatically. Quina munched rocks. Vivi was much too polite (and sick) to say anything, but Steiner considered it beneath him to not chip in.
“Precisely, Sir Freya; you exact my personal sentiments.” Freya only barely resisted rolling her eyes again as Steiner continued, “What could a group as ours possibly want with the discarded trash that you,” he looked pointedly at Zidane “are so damned persistent in scrounging after?” He attempted to pick up a rather large amber coloured rock but recoiled on contact; the hiss of fizzing magic shot through the clearing, making everyone wince. Vivi’s hands began to shake.
Zidane waved him off. “Stop being a grump, Rusty,” he said, then turned serious. “And treasure is not trash.” There was a hint of disdain in his voice. “Any treasure hunter worth his salts would be salivating at the potential loot he could find here.” He turned back to the un-picturesque entrance of Oeilvert with unholy adoration in his eyes, as if the place were the treasure room of Alexandria castle, not a pile of rocks.
Amarant crossed his arms. “Still a shit-hole,” he grunted. Which Freya translated as: Why are we here? I don’t want to be here. Not that Amarant would ever admit to such a thing. Men.
Eiko had her arm wrapped around Vivi and was looking down her nose at everybody. Which was truly a feat, considering she was less then half of everyone else’s size. Freya wondered if it wouldn’t have been better if Garnet and Eiko had traded places in life.
“I don’t like this place,” she announced very royally. “And Vivi is not going in there.” She waved her flute as if it were a scepter and looked very content with herself.
“I’m o-okay,” Vivi stammered. He was not. His eyes had taken on a sickly green glow.
“Of course you aren’t going in,” Garnet soothed, crouching down to rest a hand on his shoulder and smile. “It wouldn’t make any sense to put you at risk for…” she hesitated, “…when there are other means.”
Zidane frowned at Garnet’s back, looking a little wounded. This time, Freya did roll her eyes. Love. She ignored the quiet voice in her head that called her a hypocrite.
Quina, who had been sitting to the side quietly munching rocks, decided to add on to the conversation, “No have magic.” The Qu held out empty hands, as if the rest of the group could see the absence for themselves.
Freya took diplomatic charge. “Well, Vivi and Eiko aren’t going in, and Quina isn’t either.” Freya turned to Garnet. “And I suppose you should stay too.” Garnet nodded shly, refusing to look at Zidane. It saved her from the-rather embarrassing-pitiful look he was sending her.
With a sigh, Freya looked up at Oeilvert and tried to hold in her shudder. There were not fond memories here. In fact, one or two of the many nightmares she had acquired over the last year were about this very place. But this time there was no hourglass to beat. Innocent lives were not at stake. Just a bit of exploring and…err…fun.
Amarant snorted. “Right.”
Freya started. Like she had a thousand times before, she wondered with slight horror if he could read minds. But no. He couldn’t. Could he? She eyed him suspiciously.
Amarant’s expression was surly. “Right. Why am I still with you guys? Idiots.” He didn’t move, however. He knew he was going in; his healing would be invaluable in the monster-infested pothole. Walking away obviously was not worth the hell Zidane would give him. The monkey could be very persuasive.
Freya quite agreed. Nothing was quite worth that.
Didn’t mean she couldn’t piss him off about it, though. “Yes well, idiots flock in numbers.” She looked at him pointedly.
Amarant sneered. “Shut up, rat face.”
“Excellent try at imagination, but no, I've heard that one already.”
He cracked his knuckles. "Are you trying to pick a fight with me? I'll be happy to kick your ass if your looking for it.”
“If I was, I would ask someone who actually could.”
“Heeeeeelllo? Treasure, people.” Zidane, having clearly forgot the cause of his mooning, was bouncing on his feet with excitement. Garnet started to look put out by his enthusiasm to leave her. Eiko, on the other hand, looked on with glee.
Steiner, who had been taking his time doing mental calculations, suddenly bolted up right. “Wait, I’m not going, am I?” He looked around frantically for confirmation, only to find everyone in a hubbub of frothing emotions. His expression went from confused to outraged. “You!” he pointed a thick finger at Zidane. “I’m not going in, you scoundrel, I refuse!”
Vivi stumbled out from between his arguing companions and sat down next to a peaceful Quina. His stomach was definitely doing the can-can, and the noise was not helping matters. A small scuffle ensued between Amarant and Freya, around which Steiner chased Zidane and Eiko taunted a gloomy Garnet who had absolutely no idea what the smaller girl was talking about.
“I don’t feel so good,” Vivi said.
Quina turned to him, and offered him a rock. Vivi dived nauseously for a bush.
Oeilvert shined on.
Title: What They Found in Oeilvert
Rating: PG
Word Count: 961
Note: Humor. Freya. Posted February 25, 2008. Edited March 4, 2011.
Summary: Zidane is treasure hunting. Again.
“Excellent,” Zidane said, rubbing his hands together excitedly. The unknown expanse of Oeilvert refracted like a mirage in his eyes.
Freya, reliving bad Oeilvert memories but unwilling to announce her discomfort, rolled her eyes irritably. “Good lord, do we have to go through this with every cave, castle, city, village, and forsaken ruin we come across? Why can’t we actually leave a place and never come back?” She did not have to elaborate further, for Amarant scowled, Garnet sighed, and Eiko groaned dramatically. Quina munched rocks. Vivi was much too polite (and sick) to say anything, but Steiner considered it beneath him to not chip in.
“Precisely, Sir Freya; you exact my personal sentiments.” Freya only barely resisted rolling her eyes again as Steiner continued, “What could a group as ours possibly want with the discarded trash that you,” he looked pointedly at Zidane “are so damned persistent in scrounging after?” He attempted to pick up a rather large amber coloured rock but recoiled on contact; the hiss of fizzing magic shot through the clearing, making everyone wince. Vivi’s hands began to shake.
Zidane waved him off. “Stop being a grump, Rusty,” he said, then turned serious. “And treasure is not trash.” There was a hint of disdain in his voice. “Any treasure hunter worth his salts would be salivating at the potential loot he could find here.” He turned back to the un-picturesque entrance of Oeilvert with unholy adoration in his eyes, as if the place were the treasure room of Alexandria castle, not a pile of rocks.
Amarant crossed his arms. “Still a shit-hole,” he grunted. Which Freya translated as: Why are we here? I don’t want to be here. Not that Amarant would ever admit to such a thing. Men.
Eiko had her arm wrapped around Vivi and was looking down her nose at everybody. Which was truly a feat, considering she was less then half of everyone else’s size. Freya wondered if it wouldn’t have been better if Garnet and Eiko had traded places in life.
“I don’t like this place,” she announced very royally. “And Vivi is not going in there.” She waved her flute as if it were a scepter and looked very content with herself.
“I’m o-okay,” Vivi stammered. He was not. His eyes had taken on a sickly green glow.
“Of course you aren’t going in,” Garnet soothed, crouching down to rest a hand on his shoulder and smile. “It wouldn’t make any sense to put you at risk for…” she hesitated, “…when there are other means.”
Zidane frowned at Garnet’s back, looking a little wounded. This time, Freya did roll her eyes. Love. She ignored the quiet voice in her head that called her a hypocrite.
Quina, who had been sitting to the side quietly munching rocks, decided to add on to the conversation, “No have magic.” The Qu held out empty hands, as if the rest of the group could see the absence for themselves.
Freya took diplomatic charge. “Well, Vivi and Eiko aren’t going in, and Quina isn’t either.” Freya turned to Garnet. “And I suppose you should stay too.” Garnet nodded shly, refusing to look at Zidane. It saved her from the-rather embarrassing-pitiful look he was sending her.
With a sigh, Freya looked up at Oeilvert and tried to hold in her shudder. There were not fond memories here. In fact, one or two of the many nightmares she had acquired over the last year were about this very place. But this time there was no hourglass to beat. Innocent lives were not at stake. Just a bit of exploring and…err…fun.
Amarant snorted. “Right.”
Freya started. Like she had a thousand times before, she wondered with slight horror if he could read minds. But no. He couldn’t. Could he? She eyed him suspiciously.
Amarant’s expression was surly. “Right. Why am I still with you guys? Idiots.” He didn’t move, however. He knew he was going in; his healing would be invaluable in the monster-infested pothole. Walking away obviously was not worth the hell Zidane would give him. The monkey could be very persuasive.
Freya quite agreed. Nothing was quite worth that.
Didn’t mean she couldn’t piss him off about it, though. “Yes well, idiots flock in numbers.” She looked at him pointedly.
Amarant sneered. “Shut up, rat face.”
“Excellent try at imagination, but no, I've heard that one already.”
He cracked his knuckles. "Are you trying to pick a fight with me? I'll be happy to kick your ass if your looking for it.”
“If I was, I would ask someone who actually could.”
“Heeeeeelllo? Treasure, people.” Zidane, having clearly forgot the cause of his mooning, was bouncing on his feet with excitement. Garnet started to look put out by his enthusiasm to leave her. Eiko, on the other hand, looked on with glee.
Steiner, who had been taking his time doing mental calculations, suddenly bolted up right. “Wait, I’m not going, am I?” He looked around frantically for confirmation, only to find everyone in a hubbub of frothing emotions. His expression went from confused to outraged. “You!” he pointed a thick finger at Zidane. “I’m not going in, you scoundrel, I refuse!”
Vivi stumbled out from between his arguing companions and sat down next to a peaceful Quina. His stomach was definitely doing the can-can, and the noise was not helping matters. A small scuffle ensued between Amarant and Freya, around which Steiner chased Zidane and Eiko taunted a gloomy Garnet who had absolutely no idea what the smaller girl was talking about.
“I don’t feel so good,” Vivi said.
Quina turned to him, and offered him a rock. Vivi dived nauseously for a bush.
Oeilvert shined on.