A new section, I will change it up later.
Edit 1: Edited to fit in the fact of kamahri's damaged arm.
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I found the corpse of Kamahri Ronso, down the hallway to my right, towards the dead end. He was flung half way down the hallway, maybe a dozen feet, and was all sorts of bloody. His whole left side was deprive of skin, and his left arm was at a disgusting angle. I walked up to the still warm, limp body, watching for any movement whatsoever. I checked his pulse, reaching for his neck. I felt my stomach drop when I couldn’t feel a pulse, I repositioned my fingers a few times, and shook my head. He was dead.
I pursed my lips, and tried to consider what to do now. I obviously needed to get rid of the body, and find anything I could use to servive. I began to search the Ronso for anything that might help me. I found but a small bag on his side, and I sighed. I needed to do anything I can to survive, including robbing the dead. I searched the bag, feeling guilty for going through a dead guy’s stuff. I steeled my nerves, and swallowed that guilt. I can feel guilty later, when I actually have a chance to think about what I have done. I turned it upside down, and nothing fell out thus causing a vast amount of confusion.
“What?” I asked in a harsh tone, and reached into the bag with my hand, I needed anything I can use to survive, maybe heal up this bruise a little. I felt my hand brush against something cool, and I smiled, grabbing a hold of it. I pulled, feeling no resistance. I saw a reflection of light, and I blinked when it came into full view.
A blue bottle. I took a quick, but thorough look at the bottle, and realized what it was thanks to the label. I saw this before in Dead Fantasy by Monty Oum, a potion. I put the bottle down on the ground, and tried again. I had a sneaking suspicion of what this bag was. I was thinking, Phoenix down, but I got nothing.
“How does this thing work?” I asked in wonder. I was sure this was a bag of holding, but since I couldn’t pull out anything for some reason, maybe it wasn’t.
“Damn it…” I needed something to protect myself for now at least. I felt something rough touch my hand and I grabbed a hold of the object in question, and pulled it out. What appeared to be a wooden pole came into view when I noticed a blade at the end of the pole, I knew what it was. It was a spear, a basic spear. Not nearly as heavy as Kamahri's lance, which was good for me. I put the spear off to the side, and reached in again, and my frustration was climbing. I couldn’t get anything.
“Come on damn it! How does this thing work!” I looked at Kamahri, and my anger melted away, replaced by guilt. I killed him, for nothing but a potion and a spear. I searched him again, and found nothing. My eyes kept on drifting to Kamahri’s eyes, as they started turning white. I closed Kamahri’s eyes, and felt true regret for what I did.
“Sorry…” I murmured, not sure of what to do. I remembered something, while looking around trying to come up with a new plan. Dead bodies dissipate into a light show of pyraflies upon dying in this world. I thought to myself. I ran to the bag, grabbing it and reaching in violently. I managed to get something this time.
“Good!” I murmured, and pulled out a small red colored feather, it had some weight, and a slight glow to it. “Phoenix Down!” I yelled in triumph. I was going to bring this tom cat back to life. Potentially suicidal, yes, but I need answers, and I don’t think I could live with myself for killing someone that didn't deserve it. In a way, Kamahri did have it coming by trying to kill me. But...I just can't let a good person die. I ran to the blue corpse and stopped.
“How does this work?” I muttered. In the games, you just see the guys throwing it at the corpse. In battle, they wouldn’t have time to force feed a corpse.
I sighed in frustration, and just threw the damn thing at the stiffening body, not expecting anything.
“Gwha!” I cried out when the corpse moved, I scrambled back away from what appeared to be a blue zombie. Kamahri gasped, clutching his chest. He was barely able to stand up.
“You spared Kamahri…why?” He asked, his face confused.
“Because this is the right thing to do.” I say, clutching the spear, just in case.
Kamahri sat down, and let his head rest on the ruined wall, closing his eyes. “Name?” He asked. I realized I never introduced myself, and cleared my throat a little.
“Slade Grimm.” I say, and Kamahri just say’s his name. I nodded my head, and decide to just ask my questions.
“Have you seen four others like me, but they look latino?” I ask, already knowing they were not going to be here. Kamahri gave me a look, not understanding. He picked up the potion, and I watched as his skin started to grow over his arm.
“No.” He says, then after a moment of silence born of me watching his wound repair itself, he asked me a question.
“What is a Latino?” I was snapped out of my morbid curiosity, and almost started to explain what a Latino is, but stopped. There are no Latinos in Final Fantasy 10. White, black, asian, cat people, fish people, and tentacle people, but no Latino folk. Maybe because there are no borders to cross? I thought, giving myself a smile.
I am half latino, I can make both white and latino jokes without being a racist, but it could get in into trouble if people don't know about my background. Anyway, regardless of how smart Kamahri is, I doubt that he would understand.
“It’s alright, and you didn’t see them.” I say, and start to think. I have to find my brothers if they are in this world. They gotta be somewhere near by…unless they are still in Ah! My Goddess or they jumped to another world other than this one. I thought to myself bitterly. I shook my head, my smile gone. I already lost so much…I will NOT lose them too. I thought to myself, refusing to believe without at least looking for them that they were lost. And if they are, I will find them.
“Alright. Go guard your summoner, I am going to leave now.” I said, taking the spear, but leaving the bag and potion on the ground.
“To do what?” he asks, with what looked like curiosity.
“I have to find my brothers. They are all I have left.” I state, offering the spear back to kamahri.
He took one look at the spear, and shook his head. The blue catman started to collect everything that was his, minus the spear. He took out another two potions, and drank them. His entire left side looked as good a new, he gave a slight growl, and walked away towards the guardian chamber. I sighed. Ok, now how to get past all of the yevon freaks.
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Veni, vidi, vici. [I came, I saw, I conquered
Quote from Julius Caesar
Edit 1: Edited to fit in the fact of kamahri's damaged arm.
09090909
I found the corpse of Kamahri Ronso, down the hallway to my right, towards the dead end. He was flung half way down the hallway, maybe a dozen feet, and was all sorts of bloody. His whole left side was deprive of skin, and his left arm was at a disgusting angle. I walked up to the still warm, limp body, watching for any movement whatsoever. I checked his pulse, reaching for his neck. I felt my stomach drop when I couldn’t feel a pulse, I repositioned my fingers a few times, and shook my head. He was dead.
I pursed my lips, and tried to consider what to do now. I obviously needed to get rid of the body, and find anything I could use to servive. I began to search the Ronso for anything that might help me. I found but a small bag on his side, and I sighed. I needed to do anything I can to survive, including robbing the dead. I searched the bag, feeling guilty for going through a dead guy’s stuff. I steeled my nerves, and swallowed that guilt. I can feel guilty later, when I actually have a chance to think about what I have done. I turned it upside down, and nothing fell out thus causing a vast amount of confusion.
“What?” I asked in a harsh tone, and reached into the bag with my hand, I needed anything I can use to survive, maybe heal up this bruise a little. I felt my hand brush against something cool, and I smiled, grabbing a hold of it. I pulled, feeling no resistance. I saw a reflection of light, and I blinked when it came into full view.
A blue bottle. I took a quick, but thorough look at the bottle, and realized what it was thanks to the label. I saw this before in Dead Fantasy by Monty Oum, a potion. I put the bottle down on the ground, and tried again. I had a sneaking suspicion of what this bag was. I was thinking, Phoenix down, but I got nothing.
“How does this thing work?” I asked in wonder. I was sure this was a bag of holding, but since I couldn’t pull out anything for some reason, maybe it wasn’t.
“Damn it…” I needed something to protect myself for now at least. I felt something rough touch my hand and I grabbed a hold of the object in question, and pulled it out. What appeared to be a wooden pole came into view when I noticed a blade at the end of the pole, I knew what it was. It was a spear, a basic spear. Not nearly as heavy as Kamahri's lance, which was good for me. I put the spear off to the side, and reached in again, and my frustration was climbing. I couldn’t get anything.
“Come on damn it! How does this thing work!” I looked at Kamahri, and my anger melted away, replaced by guilt. I killed him, for nothing but a potion and a spear. I searched him again, and found nothing. My eyes kept on drifting to Kamahri’s eyes, as they started turning white. I closed Kamahri’s eyes, and felt true regret for what I did.
“Sorry…” I murmured, not sure of what to do. I remembered something, while looking around trying to come up with a new plan. Dead bodies dissipate into a light show of pyraflies upon dying in this world. I thought to myself. I ran to the bag, grabbing it and reaching in violently. I managed to get something this time.
“Good!” I murmured, and pulled out a small red colored feather, it had some weight, and a slight glow to it. “Phoenix Down!” I yelled in triumph. I was going to bring this tom cat back to life. Potentially suicidal, yes, but I need answers, and I don’t think I could live with myself for killing someone that didn't deserve it. In a way, Kamahri did have it coming by trying to kill me. But...I just can't let a good person die. I ran to the blue corpse and stopped.
“How does this work?” I muttered. In the games, you just see the guys throwing it at the corpse. In battle, they wouldn’t have time to force feed a corpse.
I sighed in frustration, and just threw the damn thing at the stiffening body, not expecting anything.
“Gwha!” I cried out when the corpse moved, I scrambled back away from what appeared to be a blue zombie. Kamahri gasped, clutching his chest. He was barely able to stand up.
“You spared Kamahri…why?” He asked, his face confused.
“Because this is the right thing to do.” I say, clutching the spear, just in case.
Kamahri sat down, and let his head rest on the ruined wall, closing his eyes. “Name?” He asked. I realized I never introduced myself, and cleared my throat a little.
“Slade Grimm.” I say, and Kamahri just say’s his name. I nodded my head, and decide to just ask my questions.
“Have you seen four others like me, but they look latino?” I ask, already knowing they were not going to be here. Kamahri gave me a look, not understanding. He picked up the potion, and I watched as his skin started to grow over his arm.
“No.” He says, then after a moment of silence born of me watching his wound repair itself, he asked me a question.
“What is a Latino?” I was snapped out of my morbid curiosity, and almost started to explain what a Latino is, but stopped. There are no Latinos in Final Fantasy 10. White, black, asian, cat people, fish people, and tentacle people, but no Latino folk. Maybe because there are no borders to cross? I thought, giving myself a smile.
I am half latino, I can make both white and latino jokes without being a racist, but it could get in into trouble if people don't know about my background. Anyway, regardless of how smart Kamahri is, I doubt that he would understand.
“It’s alright, and you didn’t see them.” I say, and start to think. I have to find my brothers if they are in this world. They gotta be somewhere near by…unless they are still in Ah! My Goddess or they jumped to another world other than this one. I thought to myself bitterly. I shook my head, my smile gone. I already lost so much…I will NOT lose them too. I thought to myself, refusing to believe without at least looking for them that they were lost. And if they are, I will find them.
“Alright. Go guard your summoner, I am going to leave now.” I said, taking the spear, but leaving the bag and potion on the ground.
“To do what?” he asks, with what looked like curiosity.
“I have to find my brothers. They are all I have left.” I state, offering the spear back to kamahri.
He took one look at the spear, and shook his head. The blue catman started to collect everything that was his, minus the spear. He took out another two potions, and drank them. His entire left side looked as good a new, he gave a slight growl, and walked away towards the guardian chamber. I sighed. Ok, now how to get past all of the yevon freaks.
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Veni, vidi, vici. [I came, I saw, I conquered
Quote from Julius Caesar