Dissidia ficlets: Other Worlds
I was trying to clear up my hard drive today and came across these two drabble-ish pieces I wrote a couple of months ago for the other worlds challenge over at ffchaoticcosmos. Premise is simple enough: take a Dissidia character and drop them in another Final Fantasy world. Shenanigans ensue. Enjoy!
I.
“Impossible!”
The nerve of that girl, standing- floating, hovering, whatever you wanted to call it- in front of him, as calm as anything. Didn’t she realise who he was?! He, the Emperor of Palamecia? How dare she contradict him!
“I’m afraid it’s not.” she said, her voice just as serene as when she’d first spoken. “You see, you’re dead, and-”
“Precisely! That was all the first part of my plan!” He gestured with a sweeping hand to the pale green substance swirling around them. “Where are my hordes to command? My legions of minions? My armies of hellspawn?” He looked at her from head to toe, this delicate little thing dressed in pink, and sneered at her. “If you intend to stand in my way, girl-”
“I don’t need to.” Her voice, whilst still as lovely and tranquil as ever, had taken on a firmer tone. “There aren’t any armies of anything for you here. Just the chance for peace and to become a part of the Planet again.”
“But this is...Hell!” For perhaps the first time in years, the Emperor hesitated for the briefest of moments. No! My plan was flawless. This must just be some ruse thought up by Cosmos’s miserable little followers to try to stall me- how pathetically obvious-
Then the girl laughed, of all things, and completely threw him from his train of plotting. “Really, does this look like Hell to you?”
(As much as he didn’t want to admit it, it really didn’t. He’d been expecting it to be a little more, well, sinister. Perhaps emphasised by the masses of hellspawn, which, although he was loathe to admit it, were distinctly lacking here.)
When he refused to answer, the girl sighed and lost the smile. “OK. I understand. I can see you’ll be a tricky one.”
And then all of a sudden, the air- water?- around them was crackling was pure energy and he moved automatically into a battle stance as a staff materialised in her hands. She seemed immediately different, full of a power that didn’t match her small frame and gentle face.
“You’ll get in that Lifestream.” she said sternly. “Or so help me-”
-
II.
When Zidane saw her standing a little way off, his brain went into lady-killing overdrive. Figuring Bartz would find him again when he came back from wherever he’d had to rush off to, the genome made his way over to the lady in the dark gold gown, trying to make it over there as fast as he could whilst still appearing casual.
“My lady!” he announced as soon as he was in front of her, sweeping one of his most dramatic bows and reaching to kiss her hand. When he straightened again, she looked more than a little taken aback, but he didn’t let go of her hand. “When I caught sight of you across the room, I was struck by a beauty incomparable to any other.” He gave her his most charming grin and racked his brains for every romantic production Tantalus had ever done. “Your hair like silk, your eyes like stars, you shine like a beacon of loveliness in the dark of this night! As soon as I laid eyes on you, I knew immediately that you must be the radiant queen Bartz told me so much about!”
As soon as the words had left his mouth, a slow smile began to stretch her lips, but it only took him a second to realise something was amiss. She pulled her hand firmly from his and planted it heavily on his shoulder.
“I think yer lookin’ fer me sister.” she said in a voice far rougher than he’d been expecting. “Hey, Lenna! Bartz! I found yer friend!” Zidane craned his head over his shoulder to see a girl in white wearing a crown standing next to Bartz, both of them looking a little surprised at the sudden call. Zidane smiled at them, all the while shooting Bartz a look that clearly said help. Bartz said something and the pair started over just as Zidane felt the woman in front of him move. He looked back around to see her leaning down to him.
“Oh, and by the way, monkey boy,” she said, voice low and horribly dangerous despite her never faltering smile. “If ye try anything with me little sister, I’ll be payin’ ya a visit with me cutlass, understand?”
Zidane nodded wordlessly. It was a miracle he managed to greet the real queen when she arrived a moment later.
I.
“Impossible!”
The nerve of that girl, standing- floating, hovering, whatever you wanted to call it- in front of him, as calm as anything. Didn’t she realise who he was?! He, the Emperor of Palamecia? How dare she contradict him!
“I’m afraid it’s not.” she said, her voice just as serene as when she’d first spoken. “You see, you’re dead, and-”
“Precisely! That was all the first part of my plan!” He gestured with a sweeping hand to the pale green substance swirling around them. “Where are my hordes to command? My legions of minions? My armies of hellspawn?” He looked at her from head to toe, this delicate little thing dressed in pink, and sneered at her. “If you intend to stand in my way, girl-”
“I don’t need to.” Her voice, whilst still as lovely and tranquil as ever, had taken on a firmer tone. “There aren’t any armies of anything for you here. Just the chance for peace and to become a part of the Planet again.”
“But this is...Hell!” For perhaps the first time in years, the Emperor hesitated for the briefest of moments. No! My plan was flawless. This must just be some ruse thought up by Cosmos’s miserable little followers to try to stall me- how pathetically obvious-
Then the girl laughed, of all things, and completely threw him from his train of plotting. “Really, does this look like Hell to you?”
(As much as he didn’t want to admit it, it really didn’t. He’d been expecting it to be a little more, well, sinister. Perhaps emphasised by the masses of hellspawn, which, although he was loathe to admit it, were distinctly lacking here.)
When he refused to answer, the girl sighed and lost the smile. “OK. I understand. I can see you’ll be a tricky one.”
And then all of a sudden, the air- water?- around them was crackling was pure energy and he moved automatically into a battle stance as a staff materialised in her hands. She seemed immediately different, full of a power that didn’t match her small frame and gentle face.
“You’ll get in that Lifestream.” she said sternly. “Or so help me-”
-
II.
When Zidane saw her standing a little way off, his brain went into lady-killing overdrive. Figuring Bartz would find him again when he came back from wherever he’d had to rush off to, the genome made his way over to the lady in the dark gold gown, trying to make it over there as fast as he could whilst still appearing casual.
“My lady!” he announced as soon as he was in front of her, sweeping one of his most dramatic bows and reaching to kiss her hand. When he straightened again, she looked more than a little taken aback, but he didn’t let go of her hand. “When I caught sight of you across the room, I was struck by a beauty incomparable to any other.” He gave her his most charming grin and racked his brains for every romantic production Tantalus had ever done. “Your hair like silk, your eyes like stars, you shine like a beacon of loveliness in the dark of this night! As soon as I laid eyes on you, I knew immediately that you must be the radiant queen Bartz told me so much about!”
As soon as the words had left his mouth, a slow smile began to stretch her lips, but it only took him a second to realise something was amiss. She pulled her hand firmly from his and planted it heavily on his shoulder.
“I think yer lookin’ fer me sister.” she said in a voice far rougher than he’d been expecting. “Hey, Lenna! Bartz! I found yer friend!” Zidane craned his head over his shoulder to see a girl in white wearing a crown standing next to Bartz, both of them looking a little surprised at the sudden call. Zidane smiled at them, all the while shooting Bartz a look that clearly said help. Bartz said something and the pair started over just as Zidane felt the woman in front of him move. He looked back around to see her leaning down to him.
“Oh, and by the way, monkey boy,” she said, voice low and horribly dangerous despite her never faltering smile. “If ye try anything with me little sister, I’ll be payin’ ya a visit with me cutlass, understand?”
Zidane nodded wordlessly. It was a miracle he managed to greet the real queen when she arrived a moment later.