The sun was shining brightly. The leaves had never been so green. The wind had never been so crisp.
The world was finally rid of threat.
Hearing the wind's whispers, people all over the world celebrated.
***
Far away from other civilizations, Esthar, with technology as high as its giant buildings, had sent many research teams to the Tear's Point. It was a place full of mysteries that were waiting to be solved. Since the Lunar Cry many questions question marks were raised.
The researchers were tasked with trying to find how the monsters that inhabited the moon - lived and bred. These beasts had caused havock across the world once, and it wasn't a risk President Laguna was willing to take again. Although the threats of Adel and Ultemicia had been neutralised, there was no way of knowing what could cause the next disaster.
"What the hell is the point of us being here?" One researcher growled.
"The Lunar Cry has been and gone. It's not gonna happen again, so why does the President want us here?"
The researcher was clearly disgruntled at being made to spend his days at Tears Point. As far as people were concerned, the events of the past were exactly that; the past.
"Will you relax? This is fascinating. Besides, even if we spend years here and only find one thing, that could be the one thing which saves all of our asses in the future.
I lost my sister during the Lunar Cry - I won't lose anyone else. Shut up and get back to work."
The two researchers didn't share the same cynical view. Not everyone was convinced that the Lunar Cry would never happen again - or perhaps something similar.
"What the hell is this..." The previously careless worker had stumbled across something of interest, scribed on one of the giant blocks surrounding Tears point.
"I can't make this out. They're just symbols. *Sigh* I think we need Odine..."
*** Later that day ***
"I understand. Please appreciate the involvement my SeeD's had with this issue previously. Perhaps it would be best to give them the choice as to whether they should get involved; rather than force the issue upon them."
"Fine. I'll be in touch to discuss the result."
There was a click as the phone disconnected. Headmaster Cid dropped into his seat with an almighty sigh. He closed his eyes and smacked his hands down onto his lap.
"I was hoping that we had seen the end of this nonsense. Why is Laguna insisting on covering old ground?" Cid muttered to himself.
He gingerly arose from his plush, padded seat and pressed down the intercom button:
"This is Headmaster Cid. Would Squall, Rinoa, Zell, Quistis, Selphie and Irvine - Please report to my office, ASAP. That is all."
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The world was finally rid of threat.
Hearing the wind's whispers, people all over the world celebrated.
***
Far away from other civilizations, Esthar, with technology as high as its giant buildings, had sent many research teams to the Tear's Point. It was a place full of mysteries that were waiting to be solved. Since the Lunar Cry many questions question marks were raised.
The researchers were tasked with trying to find how the monsters that inhabited the moon - lived and bred. These beasts had caused havock across the world once, and it wasn't a risk President Laguna was willing to take again. Although the threats of Adel and Ultemicia had been neutralised, there was no way of knowing what could cause the next disaster.
"What the hell is the point of us being here?" One researcher growled.
"The Lunar Cry has been and gone. It's not gonna happen again, so why does the President want us here?"
The researcher was clearly disgruntled at being made to spend his days at Tears Point. As far as people were concerned, the events of the past were exactly that; the past.
"Will you relax? This is fascinating. Besides, even if we spend years here and only find one thing, that could be the one thing which saves all of our asses in the future.
I lost my sister during the Lunar Cry - I won't lose anyone else. Shut up and get back to work."
The two researchers didn't share the same cynical view. Not everyone was convinced that the Lunar Cry would never happen again - or perhaps something similar.
"What the hell is this..." The previously careless worker had stumbled across something of interest, scribed on one of the giant blocks surrounding Tears point.
"I can't make this out. They're just symbols. *Sigh* I think we need Odine..."
*** Later that day ***
"I understand. Please appreciate the involvement my SeeD's had with this issue previously. Perhaps it would be best to give them the choice as to whether they should get involved; rather than force the issue upon them."
"Fine. I'll be in touch to discuss the result."
There was a click as the phone disconnected. Headmaster Cid dropped into his seat with an almighty sigh. He closed his eyes and smacked his hands down onto his lap.
"I was hoping that we had seen the end of this nonsense. Why is Laguna insisting on covering old ground?" Cid muttered to himself.
He gingerly arose from his plush, padded seat and pressed down the intercom button:
"This is Headmaster Cid. Would Squall, Rinoa, Zell, Quistis, Selphie and Irvine - Please report to my office, ASAP. That is all."
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Zell Dincht
Balamb Garden - Lecture Room
Balamb Garden - Lecture Room
The sun beamed through the windows of the lecture room Zell had just finished teaching in. It bounced off of the pristine surfaces and back into the room, lighting it up spectacularly. Zell leant back in his chair, legs up on the desk, boyishly throwing a rubber ball in the air time and time again. The time immediately after each of his classes seemed to be the only free time he had nowadays. He didn't mind though; this was heaven.
As the minutes ticked by, Zell couldn't help but drift off into an unavoidable daydream
*I bet if I was real sneaky, I could fit in a quick nap. Heh, throwing this ball around is making me tired.*
Having a quick, shifty look around, Zell weighed up his options before deciding to sleep on the job. With the coast clear, he slowly closed his eyes, leant back on the chair even further, and developed a wry smile across his already smug face. He breathed in deeply and tried to unwind, not that the day had been particularly taxing. Just as he began to drift off, the loud crackle of the intercom destroyed Zell's comfort.
"Holy Crap!"
Zell flapped his arms wildly as he tried to retain his balance. The unwelcome interruption to his sleep from the intercom had startled Zell, tilting his chair backwards to the point of no return.
The static from the intercom began to clear
"This is Headmaster Cid. Squall, Rinoa, Zell - Please report to my office, ASAP. That is all."
Zell brushed himself down and lept to his feet. Brushing the remaining dust off of his legs, he glared at the intercom and sighed with disappointment.
"Well, there goes any chance for a bit of shut-eye. Headmaster Cid sounded stressed, too. I better get over to his office."
He ran out of the room and into the hallway, weaving through students and staff member alike. His shoes scuffed the beautifully cleaned floors on his surge through, prompting angry cleaners to yell obscenities at him as his bolted past them. It made Zell howl with laughter to hear the names he was being called, but he knew what Cid said to Zell would be ten times worse if he was late.
Headmaster Cid's office had proven to be further away than expected as Zell began to puff and wheeze. He hunched over and placed his hands onto his knees, drawing his breath at the same time.
"See...Now this is why..I need my T-Board back....PHEW!"
He wiped the beads of sweat from his brow and continued on towards the elevator. Desperate to ignore the alluring smell of the hotdogs emanating from the cafeteria, Zell put his fingers in his ears and began to sing to himself.
"La la lalala, woo! I can't smell you hotdogs!"
Zell was an instructor because of his experience and technical ability, not his intelligence. He couldn't master his senses of smell and sound, let alone anything on an intellectual level.
Eventually Zell made it to the elevator, very proud of the time he had made the treck in. He pressed the shiny chrome button and leant against the railings, whilst tapping his foot impatiently. He looked around him and saw no one else.
"I'm either first or last..."
As the minutes ticked by, Zell couldn't help but drift off into an unavoidable daydream
*I bet if I was real sneaky, I could fit in a quick nap. Heh, throwing this ball around is making me tired.*
Having a quick, shifty look around, Zell weighed up his options before deciding to sleep on the job. With the coast clear, he slowly closed his eyes, leant back on the chair even further, and developed a wry smile across his already smug face. He breathed in deeply and tried to unwind, not that the day had been particularly taxing. Just as he began to drift off, the loud crackle of the intercom destroyed Zell's comfort.
"Holy Crap!"
Zell flapped his arms wildly as he tried to retain his balance. The unwelcome interruption to his sleep from the intercom had startled Zell, tilting his chair backwards to the point of no return.
The static from the intercom began to clear
"This is Headmaster Cid. Squall, Rinoa, Zell - Please report to my office, ASAP. That is all."
Zell brushed himself down and lept to his feet. Brushing the remaining dust off of his legs, he glared at the intercom and sighed with disappointment.
"Well, there goes any chance for a bit of shut-eye. Headmaster Cid sounded stressed, too. I better get over to his office."
He ran out of the room and into the hallway, weaving through students and staff member alike. His shoes scuffed the beautifully cleaned floors on his surge through, prompting angry cleaners to yell obscenities at him as his bolted past them. It made Zell howl with laughter to hear the names he was being called, but he knew what Cid said to Zell would be ten times worse if he was late.
Headmaster Cid's office had proven to be further away than expected as Zell began to puff and wheeze. He hunched over and placed his hands onto his knees, drawing his breath at the same time.
"See...Now this is why..I need my T-Board back....PHEW!"
He wiped the beads of sweat from his brow and continued on towards the elevator. Desperate to ignore the alluring smell of the hotdogs emanating from the cafeteria, Zell put his fingers in his ears and began to sing to himself.
"La la lalala, woo! I can't smell you hotdogs!"
Zell was an instructor because of his experience and technical ability, not his intelligence. He couldn't master his senses of smell and sound, let alone anything on an intellectual level.
Eventually Zell made it to the elevator, very proud of the time he had made the treck in. He pressed the shiny chrome button and leant against the railings, whilst tapping his foot impatiently. He looked around him and saw no one else.
"I'm either first or last..."
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