Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Akagi Sphere ❯ Chapter 16 Farplane sphere part 2 ( Chapter 17 )
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By: SDI Hypervelocity 
Non Anime: Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Hentai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 03.05.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.5K | Visits: 140 | Status: Completed
Non Anime: Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Hentai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 03.05.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.5K | Visits: 140 | Status: Completed
Chapter 16: Farplane sphere part 2
“Well, it’s not broken.” Jecht‘s voice could be heard, flipping pointing the sphere recorder around as if he was looking for it on it. At the moment nothing could be distinguished on it but blurs, it seem that they were still in the ‘thunder planes’.
“Well, what do we do now, the Farplane is gone...” Braska asked knowing that every one else had just as much of an idea on what to do as he died. The view was pointed upward looking at the now clear sky, one of the rare moments that the thunder planes were.
“We can’t stay here.” Shuyin grunted, he was sitting on the ground, not exactly sure what to do with himself. Now that Tidus was gone, he was, well... depressed.
“You got any ideas?” Jecht asked, pointing the recorder at Shu.
“He’s right, It’s too dangerous here.” Auron agreed, looking around as if on guard for something though there was nothing around.
Jecht wondered why Auron was so tense, tense enough to even have his hand resting on his sword. “What’s with you?”
“The demon was a mirror.”
“So?”
“So what he means--” Braska explained “--Is that this world is also a mirror.”
Jecht became confused. “How can this whole place be a mirror?” He asked, the view tilted downward as he stomped down on the ground “Feels real to me.”
“This place was never real, it was just something the Epitaph created.” Inoringo cut in, sitting beside Shuyin with his back resting against Shuyin’s arm and his head resting weakly on the man’s shoulder.
“Ok…..Why?” A question Jecht knew he wouldn’t get an answer to, one of many that already floated between them.
“So the question is, how do we get out?” Braska asked.
Shuyin didn‘t exactly see the rush...was this a time to rush? “Do we really want to get out?”
“What do you mean?”
“There is no way we can be in Spira, we‘d have seen people... and the Farplane is completely destroyed. So where are we?” Jecht shifted the camera around again at the solemn group, no wonder Auron was so cautious. “Let’s just get the hell out of here already.”
“It’s not that easy.” Inoringo denied. “If this place is a mirror, the only way to get out is to break through it. But even if we do, we don’t know what’s beyond that.”
“Then we’ll just have to find out.” Jecht wasn’t worried about it, it couldn’t be too bad right?
“Yes, we can’t stay here. It’s too dangerous...we don‘t know what could happen next in this place.” Braska was sure of that much. “Shuyin, you think you have enough power to do it?” He asked.
“No... But there probably is another way.” Shuyin was weak, using that much power up in such a short period of time, he was tapped out and would be for a while.
“If it’s a mirror, it has to end some where, doesn't it?” Braska reasoned, looking towards the horizon.
“That could be anywhere.” The Faith didn’t seem to have his usual confidence, this seemed to be a complete mirror of Spira, they might have to go all the way to Zanarkand for all they knew.
“It also has to start someplace.” Auron said, still looking around.
“What do you mean?”
“If all of this came from the Farplane, that’s where the mirror had to start.” Auron was right, the answer could be closer then they thought.
...
On Auron’s idea, they headed back to Guadosalam, climbing to the entrance of the Farplane with Inoringo now in control of the camera.
“This is definitely it.” Shuyin said, noticing the obvious difference in the gate. It was like a pane of glass that held a slightly opaque over mirror, with darkness behind it. Strangely enough, it only reflected them. Not the surrounding city, creating an eerie effect.
“So what now?” Jecht reach out and touched the mirror, he could see his reflection doing the same “What the hell?!” The reflection leaned forward grabbed him by his hand and pulled him inside.
“Jecht!” Braska was the first to run up to the mirror, but found it to be more solid then expected, more so then it had been for Jecht who had been helplessly forced through. He tried to strike it with his staff, but a reflection of the staff met him and countered.
“Fire!” He tried a basic spell, but it was reflected back on to him. Quickly brushing away the flames from the previous burst of heat, He cast dispel, but it also was reflected back on to him.
Jecht looked back past the mirror where his friends lay at bay on the other side, with himself trapped on this one. His attention was more focused on the copy of himself that stood in front of him, that had pulled him in here in the first place...this was creepy. “Mirror huh?” Jecht snorted, lifting his sword, and the reflection did the same in the exact same way. Every motion he made, every subtitle shift, even his breathing was mimicked by the copy. Jecht lifted his sword above his head about to strike, then stopped. The reflection was still mimicked, lifting it‘s sword. Jecht lowered his sword and the reflection did the same as well. But now it kept raising it’s sword and lowering it.
It could only do what Jecht did. “What’s with this thing?”
“It’s a fiend!” Braska pressed his hands against the opaquely reflective barrier separating them, attempting to push through it “This whole place is a mirror, it’s a mirror too.”
Now he had to find out what it couldn’t copy, and if it was anything like the Epitaph.... Jecht lifted his hand, his sword coming to rest over his shoulder “Dispel!”
The mirror did the same, casting dispel on Jecht, where it had no effect on Jecht, it was destroyed by the spell.... Simple enough. “That was easy?...Huh?” Jecht turned around, hearing a loud buckling sound from the mirror and unsure if that was a good or bad thing for him. Questioningly, he tapped his finger against the mirror, only to be pulled back through to the other side.
It now had a large crack down the middle.
“Uh...ok?“ Jecht stumbled a few steps before he caught his balance again, then reassured Braska that he was fine. “What next?” Jecht asked, his eyes fixed on the mirror. He noticed it showed everyone’s refection except his, that had to mean something...
“I think I may have miscounted.” Shuyin said, examining the mirror himself just to see if he could find something else unusual about it. “There were three fiends this whole time, Yu Yevon, Epitaph, and this mirror...or what ever is creating it.”
“So everything really is working against us?” Inoringo asked, a twinge of annoyment or anger in his voice. “How are we supposed to fight our surroundings?”
“We don’t.“ Braska declined. “We’re already at the mirror’s source, I’m sure the mirror doesn't persist after this point...“ Braska gave a small nod to Shuyin and the both of them attempted to go through to the other side...it didn’t work. “Looks like we’ll have to go through one by one, and judging by how Jecht fought and the results.” Braska indicated the large crack in the mirror’s surface. “It seems the only way to destroy the mirror is to beat it’s reflections, one at a time...” Braska was getting a familiar sinking feeling.
“I’ll go.” Auron volunteered, hosting his sword off the ground and over his shoulder as he walked towards the mirror. He touched it first, confirming something while noting it wasn‘t as solid as it had been when Shuyin and Braska tried it, then proceed through.
Auron peered at the reflection waiting for him with a similar posture, and in the interest of time he lifting the sword with both hands in to a ready position. He watched the reflection do the same with out delay. ’Hmm...’ From watching Jecht’s fight he figured the only way to beat it was to use something it couldn’t copy.... ‘Something it can’t...the Epitaph.’
It’s mirror was just like the Epitaph’s mirrors, which also must have meant that what ever was creating these mirrors must have helped the epitaph, and just like then there was always one thing it couldn’t reflect.
The black metal of Auron’s sword began reradiate the energy of his holy sword, ability making the large black blade glow a faint white while the reflection’s sword did nothing. Auron charged at the copy, it doing the same, lifted the sword over his head and brought it down on the reflection. His sword connected with copy’s, exactly at the blade with an accuracy that could only come for a mirror. “Damnit!” Auron raised his other hand to the dull edge of his sword and it against the reflection’s, hoping to over power it, but failed.
Finally realizing this after a few seconds he jumped back out of the way, the reflection stayed in place, lifting the sword above it’s head and bringing it down on to Auron. Auron steeped out of the way of the slow attack, ending up to the side of mirror. He thrust his sword forward at the copy with a loud grunt, but it jumped back exactly as Auron had just done. Auron crouched lightly and swept his sword across the ground, the copy brought it’s sword from over his head and stuck the side of Auron’s, stopping the attack.
Auron couldn’t hurt but smirk as a wave of black energy reradiated from his sword from a darkness attack. The sudden wave swept the copy off it’s feet, allowing Auron raised the large sword unhindered and smashed the copy with holy sword. Shattering in to a thousand pieces and fading...
“Hm…Not bad.” Jecht snorted adamantly, Auron gave a small nod in response, watching more cracks grow from the large one in branches.
“Well, looks like I’m next. “ Shuyin mumbled soberly, walking in to the half broken mirror with a tight grip on the handle of his sword to meet his reflection. He tried his best to think of something that the mirror couldn’t copy, but with his powers drained, there was nothing he could do. Well he could always out smart it, how hard could it be.
He watched the mirror walk toward him just as he approached it, until finally they met face to face. Shuyin tossed his sword to the other hand, the tossed it back, watching as the copy did the same, then after a few seconds repeating the only action reflected to it. Shuyin tossed his sword aside, and the copy inanely reflected. This was just too simple.
Strapped to his back was Tidus’s sword, and knowing this was the right moment he quickly drew it out, bringing it over his head, and sliced in to the copy with one swift movement. It was immediately smashed into broken shards. “Hn…..Guess that was all.” Sadly he held up the familiar, liquid metal sword before his face before finally relinquishing his thoughts of Tidus, retreating his own weapon and emerging from the mirror. By the time he exited more splits had emerged from the cracks, it was so covered in the white fractures that could barley be seen through anymore.
Braska entered next with a sense of nervousness and deep breath, not until he was already on the other side did he realize that he still had Yojimbo’s sheathed sword n his hands. ‘Hmm...It seems I’ve lost the hat...‘ He knelt down to laid it near the barrier separating him from the others before he proceed forward. He took another deep breath as he approached his doppelganger wearing the same uneasy expression. Seeing how he looked Braska straitened his face and sent a quick blow to the copy’s stomach, the blow was met by the edge of another staff. Why did he even attempt a physical attack?
Braska lifted his hand casting a Firaga spell, it reflected back on to him, hitting him with a rush of flames that made him raise his hand to his face and stumble back a few steps. Braska sent the staff at it’s stomach again, it did the same, but this time Braska lifted the rod, striking it in the chin, then sending the other blow with side of the staff across the copy’s face making it fall to the ground. Maybe he wasn’t doing so bad after all...
Braska extended the staff outward, ready finish it off, the but the copy raised it’s staff in the same manner Braska did a second ago, blocking the attempted attack. Then he knocked the staff away with the other side of it’s rod again mimicking moves.
Back on it’s feet again, the copy sent the staff at Braska’s stomach, but he managed to block it. Braska grabbed on to the reflected staff before it could be drawn back and pulling the copy towards him, striking it with his staff someplace in the torso and sending it to the ground again. Braska thrust the staff downward at the copy only to find that it was being blocked again. This wasn’t working.
Braska steeped back, about to cast a protect spell when he saw the copy was still mimicking his actions, the last thing he needed was for this thing to have more protection.. This was harder then he expected, he had nothing that it couldn’t copy. Thinking back, Shuyin used Tidus’s sword to trick the copy...and he’d accidentally brought Yojimbo’s with him.
With a new sense of hope, Braska dashed for the sword, the copy running after him only a second behind. Braska dived, taking the sword in to his hands and rolling, stopping on his knees facing the copy as he tossed away the sheath The reflection ran in to the blade extended in front of it, shattering before the copy could take another step toward the summoner.
“I didn’t think you’d make it for a second. “Shuyin rubbed his head with a nervous smirk when Braska returned.
“I wouldn’t have if it wasn’t for this sword.” Braska silently thanked Yojimbo for leaving it behind. Now the mirror was so close to breaking that it looked as the slightest touch would smash it.
Inoringo waited to see if it would... but it was clear that he would have to fight, his was the only reflection still being shown. So with an inward groan of disappointment the faythe went forward, handing off the sphere Recorder to Jecht.
He didn’t go in with out some sort of a plan though, he was still weak, there was no way he would win head on and he knew it. A copy of him was created and emerged from the darkness.... He started to think of how it was a simple plan so simple that he wondered if it would actually work. “Here goes nothing.”
The boy faded, Bahamut reappearing in his place with a complete transformation, the copy did the same. With the little energy he had regained, he used impulse, forming spheres of static-electric energy around his body, and firing them at the copy with a loud roar, which did the same. The two sets canceled out, leaving Bahamut too weak to charge another impulse.... He waited until the copy used impulse again, sure enough it did, and a waiting Bahamut began flapping his wings, lifting himself off the ground and turning around completely. Set of orbs came strait for him, all of them striking the while on his back between his wings. The independent appendage started to spin, sparking with the discharging energy of the attack, faster and faster until a gust of wind discharged, sending the blasts back at copy. Shattering the doppelganger on impact.
It worked, who would have guess that the mirror couldn’t copy something already on his body.
The Faythe made his way out of the mirror, expecting it to shatter... but only more fractures came. Now it was completely white with splits and cracks, allowing no visibility past it.
“You can’t be serious!” Jecht yelled, still recording, he punched the half broken mirror in anger, and still found he couldn’t break through it. “Break Damnit!”
Braska walked over to it, peering through the cracks with shifting eyes until he found a spot he could see through. “There‘s someone in there….!!”
The glass shattered in front of Braska’s face much to his surprise, followed by a low rubbing when an earthquake started. “Jecht, your stronger then you look.” Braska said with evident sarcasm, watching some one stumble out and collapse to the ground.... It was Chappu, Wakka’s little brother.
Braska examined the tired Chappu, lifting the nearly unconscious boy on to his feet. “Are you ok?” Braska pulled his arm over his shoulder and held him by the waist to keep him from faltering.
Chappu’s head dropped, a momentarily dazed expression flashing in his eyes before he shook it away and looked up “…I-I think so….Who are you…?”
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“Hey! Chappu!!” Wakka shouted excitedly, a smile coming on to his face at the sight of his brother.
“But…..How? I thought the Farplane was destroyed.” Lulu inquired with mild misunderstanding, she forgot about that for the moment when the baby woke up with a small cry.
“This is getting exciting!” Rikku leaned closer, the excitement in her voice enough to rival Wakka‘s.
Tidus picked up the Sphere, abruptly stopping the image from translating out onto a projected hologram. “Well that’s all the excitement you getting out of this one, that‘s the end of it.”
“There’s another one right? I can’t wait to see what happens.”
“Let’s take a break.” Yuna stood up with a stretch, he arms reaching up toward the star filled sky over Bevelle.
“Aww!!!!” Rikku pouted, letting her self fall back on to the ground.
Tidus suddenly heard his stomach growling, “Yeah, I’m kinda hungry.” He just now realized how hungry he was.
The whole village got up from around the fire, Stretching out and walking around.
“Come on Tidus, I’ll make you something to eat.” Lulu offered.
“Thanks.”
“Anyone else hungry?”
It seemed that everyone was a little hungry especially Yuna, Rikku and Paine, did she really have to ask? They hadn’t eaten in…..
“Hmmm…..let’s see. Nothing after Tidus showed up. Nothing this Afternoon because of the speech . And nothing this morning because off a big fiend....this was a really long day.” Rikku said with realization that this had indeed been a long 24 hours.
“I guess we are a little hungry.” Yuna said with a small laugh.
“A little? Try a lot!” Rikku half shouted.
Even though it was somewhere around midnight, all of Besaid was active. But eventually everyone fell asleep before they could see the second sphere. So they decided to pick it up tomorrow.
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“Well, it’s not broken.” Jecht‘s voice could be heard, flipping pointing the sphere recorder around as if he was looking for it on it. At the moment nothing could be distinguished on it but blurs, it seem that they were still in the ‘thunder planes’.
“Well, what do we do now, the Farplane is gone...” Braska asked knowing that every one else had just as much of an idea on what to do as he died. The view was pointed upward looking at the now clear sky, one of the rare moments that the thunder planes were.
“We can’t stay here.” Shuyin grunted, he was sitting on the ground, not exactly sure what to do with himself. Now that Tidus was gone, he was, well... depressed.
“You got any ideas?” Jecht asked, pointing the recorder at Shu.
“He’s right, It’s too dangerous here.” Auron agreed, looking around as if on guard for something though there was nothing around.
Jecht wondered why Auron was so tense, tense enough to even have his hand resting on his sword. “What’s with you?”
“The demon was a mirror.”
“So?”
“So what he means--” Braska explained “--Is that this world is also a mirror.”
Jecht became confused. “How can this whole place be a mirror?” He asked, the view tilted downward as he stomped down on the ground “Feels real to me.”
“This place was never real, it was just something the Epitaph created.” Inoringo cut in, sitting beside Shuyin with his back resting against Shuyin’s arm and his head resting weakly on the man’s shoulder.
“Ok…..Why?” A question Jecht knew he wouldn’t get an answer to, one of many that already floated between them.
“So the question is, how do we get out?” Braska asked.
Shuyin didn‘t exactly see the rush...was this a time to rush? “Do we really want to get out?”
“What do you mean?”
“There is no way we can be in Spira, we‘d have seen people... and the Farplane is completely destroyed. So where are we?” Jecht shifted the camera around again at the solemn group, no wonder Auron was so cautious. “Let’s just get the hell out of here already.”
“It’s not that easy.” Inoringo denied. “If this place is a mirror, the only way to get out is to break through it. But even if we do, we don’t know what’s beyond that.”
“Then we’ll just have to find out.” Jecht wasn’t worried about it, it couldn’t be too bad right?
“Yes, we can’t stay here. It’s too dangerous...we don‘t know what could happen next in this place.” Braska was sure of that much. “Shuyin, you think you have enough power to do it?” He asked.
“No... But there probably is another way.” Shuyin was weak, using that much power up in such a short period of time, he was tapped out and would be for a while.
“If it’s a mirror, it has to end some where, doesn't it?” Braska reasoned, looking towards the horizon.
“That could be anywhere.” The Faith didn’t seem to have his usual confidence, this seemed to be a complete mirror of Spira, they might have to go all the way to Zanarkand for all they knew.
“It also has to start someplace.” Auron said, still looking around.
“What do you mean?”
“If all of this came from the Farplane, that’s where the mirror had to start.” Auron was right, the answer could be closer then they thought.
...
On Auron’s idea, they headed back to Guadosalam, climbing to the entrance of the Farplane with Inoringo now in control of the camera.
“This is definitely it.” Shuyin said, noticing the obvious difference in the gate. It was like a pane of glass that held a slightly opaque over mirror, with darkness behind it. Strangely enough, it only reflected them. Not the surrounding city, creating an eerie effect.
“So what now?” Jecht reach out and touched the mirror, he could see his reflection doing the same “What the hell?!” The reflection leaned forward grabbed him by his hand and pulled him inside.
“Jecht!” Braska was the first to run up to the mirror, but found it to be more solid then expected, more so then it had been for Jecht who had been helplessly forced through. He tried to strike it with his staff, but a reflection of the staff met him and countered.
“Fire!” He tried a basic spell, but it was reflected back on to him. Quickly brushing away the flames from the previous burst of heat, He cast dispel, but it also was reflected back on to him.
Jecht looked back past the mirror where his friends lay at bay on the other side, with himself trapped on this one. His attention was more focused on the copy of himself that stood in front of him, that had pulled him in here in the first place...this was creepy. “Mirror huh?” Jecht snorted, lifting his sword, and the reflection did the same in the exact same way. Every motion he made, every subtitle shift, even his breathing was mimicked by the copy. Jecht lifted his sword above his head about to strike, then stopped. The reflection was still mimicked, lifting it‘s sword. Jecht lowered his sword and the reflection did the same as well. But now it kept raising it’s sword and lowering it.
It could only do what Jecht did. “What’s with this thing?”
“It’s a fiend!” Braska pressed his hands against the opaquely reflective barrier separating them, attempting to push through it “This whole place is a mirror, it’s a mirror too.”
Now he had to find out what it couldn’t copy, and if it was anything like the Epitaph.... Jecht lifted his hand, his sword coming to rest over his shoulder “Dispel!”
The mirror did the same, casting dispel on Jecht, where it had no effect on Jecht, it was destroyed by the spell.... Simple enough. “That was easy?...Huh?” Jecht turned around, hearing a loud buckling sound from the mirror and unsure if that was a good or bad thing for him. Questioningly, he tapped his finger against the mirror, only to be pulled back through to the other side.
It now had a large crack down the middle.
“Uh...ok?“ Jecht stumbled a few steps before he caught his balance again, then reassured Braska that he was fine. “What next?” Jecht asked, his eyes fixed on the mirror. He noticed it showed everyone’s refection except his, that had to mean something...
“I think I may have miscounted.” Shuyin said, examining the mirror himself just to see if he could find something else unusual about it. “There were three fiends this whole time, Yu Yevon, Epitaph, and this mirror...or what ever is creating it.”
“So everything really is working against us?” Inoringo asked, a twinge of annoyment or anger in his voice. “How are we supposed to fight our surroundings?”
“We don’t.“ Braska declined. “We’re already at the mirror’s source, I’m sure the mirror doesn't persist after this point...“ Braska gave a small nod to Shuyin and the both of them attempted to go through to the other side...it didn’t work. “Looks like we’ll have to go through one by one, and judging by how Jecht fought and the results.” Braska indicated the large crack in the mirror’s surface. “It seems the only way to destroy the mirror is to beat it’s reflections, one at a time...” Braska was getting a familiar sinking feeling.
“I’ll go.” Auron volunteered, hosting his sword off the ground and over his shoulder as he walked towards the mirror. He touched it first, confirming something while noting it wasn‘t as solid as it had been when Shuyin and Braska tried it, then proceed through.
Auron peered at the reflection waiting for him with a similar posture, and in the interest of time he lifting the sword with both hands in to a ready position. He watched the reflection do the same with out delay. ’Hmm...’ From watching Jecht’s fight he figured the only way to beat it was to use something it couldn’t copy.... ‘Something it can’t...the Epitaph.’
It’s mirror was just like the Epitaph’s mirrors, which also must have meant that what ever was creating these mirrors must have helped the epitaph, and just like then there was always one thing it couldn’t reflect.
The black metal of Auron’s sword began reradiate the energy of his holy sword, ability making the large black blade glow a faint white while the reflection’s sword did nothing. Auron charged at the copy, it doing the same, lifted the sword over his head and brought it down on the reflection. His sword connected with copy’s, exactly at the blade with an accuracy that could only come for a mirror. “Damnit!” Auron raised his other hand to the dull edge of his sword and it against the reflection’s, hoping to over power it, but failed.
Finally realizing this after a few seconds he jumped back out of the way, the reflection stayed in place, lifting the sword above it’s head and bringing it down on to Auron. Auron steeped out of the way of the slow attack, ending up to the side of mirror. He thrust his sword forward at the copy with a loud grunt, but it jumped back exactly as Auron had just done. Auron crouched lightly and swept his sword across the ground, the copy brought it’s sword from over his head and stuck the side of Auron’s, stopping the attack.
Auron couldn’t hurt but smirk as a wave of black energy reradiated from his sword from a darkness attack. The sudden wave swept the copy off it’s feet, allowing Auron raised the large sword unhindered and smashed the copy with holy sword. Shattering in to a thousand pieces and fading...
“Hm…Not bad.” Jecht snorted adamantly, Auron gave a small nod in response, watching more cracks grow from the large one in branches.
“Well, looks like I’m next. “ Shuyin mumbled soberly, walking in to the half broken mirror with a tight grip on the handle of his sword to meet his reflection. He tried his best to think of something that the mirror couldn’t copy, but with his powers drained, there was nothing he could do. Well he could always out smart it, how hard could it be.
He watched the mirror walk toward him just as he approached it, until finally they met face to face. Shuyin tossed his sword to the other hand, the tossed it back, watching as the copy did the same, then after a few seconds repeating the only action reflected to it. Shuyin tossed his sword aside, and the copy inanely reflected. This was just too simple.
Strapped to his back was Tidus’s sword, and knowing this was the right moment he quickly drew it out, bringing it over his head, and sliced in to the copy with one swift movement. It was immediately smashed into broken shards. “Hn…..Guess that was all.” Sadly he held up the familiar, liquid metal sword before his face before finally relinquishing his thoughts of Tidus, retreating his own weapon and emerging from the mirror. By the time he exited more splits had emerged from the cracks, it was so covered in the white fractures that could barley be seen through anymore.
Braska entered next with a sense of nervousness and deep breath, not until he was already on the other side did he realize that he still had Yojimbo’s sheathed sword n his hands. ‘Hmm...It seems I’ve lost the hat...‘ He knelt down to laid it near the barrier separating him from the others before he proceed forward. He took another deep breath as he approached his doppelganger wearing the same uneasy expression. Seeing how he looked Braska straitened his face and sent a quick blow to the copy’s stomach, the blow was met by the edge of another staff. Why did he even attempt a physical attack?
Braska lifted his hand casting a Firaga spell, it reflected back on to him, hitting him with a rush of flames that made him raise his hand to his face and stumble back a few steps. Braska sent the staff at it’s stomach again, it did the same, but this time Braska lifted the rod, striking it in the chin, then sending the other blow with side of the staff across the copy’s face making it fall to the ground. Maybe he wasn’t doing so bad after all...
Braska extended the staff outward, ready finish it off, the but the copy raised it’s staff in the same manner Braska did a second ago, blocking the attempted attack. Then he knocked the staff away with the other side of it’s rod again mimicking moves.
Back on it’s feet again, the copy sent the staff at Braska’s stomach, but he managed to block it. Braska grabbed on to the reflected staff before it could be drawn back and pulling the copy towards him, striking it with his staff someplace in the torso and sending it to the ground again. Braska thrust the staff downward at the copy only to find that it was being blocked again. This wasn’t working.
Braska steeped back, about to cast a protect spell when he saw the copy was still mimicking his actions, the last thing he needed was for this thing to have more protection.. This was harder then he expected, he had nothing that it couldn’t copy. Thinking back, Shuyin used Tidus’s sword to trick the copy...and he’d accidentally brought Yojimbo’s with him.
With a new sense of hope, Braska dashed for the sword, the copy running after him only a second behind. Braska dived, taking the sword in to his hands and rolling, stopping on his knees facing the copy as he tossed away the sheath The reflection ran in to the blade extended in front of it, shattering before the copy could take another step toward the summoner.
“I didn’t think you’d make it for a second. “Shuyin rubbed his head with a nervous smirk when Braska returned.
“I wouldn’t have if it wasn’t for this sword.” Braska silently thanked Yojimbo for leaving it behind. Now the mirror was so close to breaking that it looked as the slightest touch would smash it.
Inoringo waited to see if it would... but it was clear that he would have to fight, his was the only reflection still being shown. So with an inward groan of disappointment the faythe went forward, handing off the sphere Recorder to Jecht.
He didn’t go in with out some sort of a plan though, he was still weak, there was no way he would win head on and he knew it. A copy of him was created and emerged from the darkness.... He started to think of how it was a simple plan so simple that he wondered if it would actually work. “Here goes nothing.”
The boy faded, Bahamut reappearing in his place with a complete transformation, the copy did the same. With the little energy he had regained, he used impulse, forming spheres of static-electric energy around his body, and firing them at the copy with a loud roar, which did the same. The two sets canceled out, leaving Bahamut too weak to charge another impulse.... He waited until the copy used impulse again, sure enough it did, and a waiting Bahamut began flapping his wings, lifting himself off the ground and turning around completely. Set of orbs came strait for him, all of them striking the while on his back between his wings. The independent appendage started to spin, sparking with the discharging energy of the attack, faster and faster until a gust of wind discharged, sending the blasts back at copy. Shattering the doppelganger on impact.
It worked, who would have guess that the mirror couldn’t copy something already on his body.
The Faythe made his way out of the mirror, expecting it to shatter... but only more fractures came. Now it was completely white with splits and cracks, allowing no visibility past it.
“You can’t be serious!” Jecht yelled, still recording, he punched the half broken mirror in anger, and still found he couldn’t break through it. “Break Damnit!”
Braska walked over to it, peering through the cracks with shifting eyes until he found a spot he could see through. “There‘s someone in there….!!”
The glass shattered in front of Braska’s face much to his surprise, followed by a low rubbing when an earthquake started. “Jecht, your stronger then you look.” Braska said with evident sarcasm, watching some one stumble out and collapse to the ground.... It was Chappu, Wakka’s little brother.
Braska examined the tired Chappu, lifting the nearly unconscious boy on to his feet. “Are you ok?” Braska pulled his arm over his shoulder and held him by the waist to keep him from faltering.
Chappu’s head dropped, a momentarily dazed expression flashing in his eyes before he shook it away and looked up “…I-I think so….Who are you…?”
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“Hey! Chappu!!” Wakka shouted excitedly, a smile coming on to his face at the sight of his brother.
“But…..How? I thought the Farplane was destroyed.” Lulu inquired with mild misunderstanding, she forgot about that for the moment when the baby woke up with a small cry.
“This is getting exciting!” Rikku leaned closer, the excitement in her voice enough to rival Wakka‘s.
Tidus picked up the Sphere, abruptly stopping the image from translating out onto a projected hologram. “Well that’s all the excitement you getting out of this one, that‘s the end of it.”
“There’s another one right? I can’t wait to see what happens.”
“Let’s take a break.” Yuna stood up with a stretch, he arms reaching up toward the star filled sky over Bevelle.
“Aww!!!!” Rikku pouted, letting her self fall back on to the ground.
Tidus suddenly heard his stomach growling, “Yeah, I’m kinda hungry.” He just now realized how hungry he was.
The whole village got up from around the fire, Stretching out and walking around.
“Come on Tidus, I’ll make you something to eat.” Lulu offered.
“Thanks.”
“Anyone else hungry?”
It seemed that everyone was a little hungry especially Yuna, Rikku and Paine, did she really have to ask? They hadn’t eaten in…..
“Hmmm…..let’s see. Nothing after Tidus showed up. Nothing this Afternoon because of the speech . And nothing this morning because off a big fiend....this was a really long day.” Rikku said with realization that this had indeed been a long 24 hours.
“I guess we are a little hungry.” Yuna said with a small laugh.
“A little? Try a lot!” Rikku half shouted.
Even though it was somewhere around midnight, all of Besaid was active. But eventually everyone fell asleep before they could see the second sphere. So they decided to pick it up tomorrow.
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