Post by terryshadow on May 25, 2006 18:17:29 GMT -5
(OOC: So, for the purposes of keeping this interesting, I'm gonna throw in a quick Zell-based chip here, just so I feel statisfied in explaining some things. As stupid as that seems, it'll make me feel better! 
)
Leaving the group at the front gate, where he was sure Squall would embarass himself without his help, Zell did whatever could keep him preoccupied. He trampled people in the process of racing to the dorms, just because he felt like it, and dropping off Squall's books on the gunblade specialist's desk in his room. Zell didn't leave, however, without swiping the Occult Fan issue greedily and thumbing through it again for a prolonged look at the detail of the gauntlet upgrades while he walked casually back to the cafeteria. He prefered having the magazine in had, to bury himself in if a certain somebody who worked in the library happened to walk by and spot him. He didn't know why he felt weird around that girl, but it unnerved him a bit, which he disliked a lot.
He found himself in the cafeteria again, a place that was starting to earn his dislike, when he noticed what appeared to be a vending machine... or some sort of dispenser. People were looking at and poking it oddly. It didn't look like anything he had seen before. It looked like a gigantic doll, but people were inserting coins into a slot somewhere, then the machine did a quick jig and spat out a slip of paper, off which everyone crouched around and read before bursting into laughter.
"It's busted!" someone yelled, and rapped on what appeared to be a mechanical head. Zell threw the magazine onto a table and scooted through the crowd.
"Move aside!" Some watched as he shifted the machine forward and started fidgeting with something in the back. Without really knowing what he did, the machine sprang to life, almost literally, and turned itself around to look at him. He, along with half of the student body, stared at the thing as it stared down at Zell kneeling beside it. "Um..." The head tilted at him curiously, and its slits for eyes followed him as he stood up and began edging away. "Okay... maybe I don't know how to fix it."
Fi...EdoBRIEDe...*krrrr*...pciattsrieharhi...Fix...*kkkkrrrrrrr* me...
The thing stepped forward. In return, the people stepped back in surprise. "It moved!" some cried, others gawked, while some gaped in total silence. "Cool!" some else shouted. "Make it do it again!" The machine responded and stepped forward a little more, and the students retreated again, a good number running to the side of the room. Zell still stood before the machine. He realized each step he took, the machine reciprocated. Slowly, he turned around and walked out of the cafeteria, hoping that ignoring the thing would make it stop following. He could feel so many people watching him go; he knew he wouldn't live this down. He kept going and a thought occured to him to lead the thing to his dorm room. He kept walking, praying no body noticed the machine was specifically following him. So he led it to his room, where it stopped at his doorway and continued to watch him moving around for his tool kit. He looked at the thing in the doorway and beckoned it to come in. It obeyed, standing in the center of the room. For extra caution, Zell looked outside his bedroom door, looked to see if his neighbor was in next door, and closed his bedroom door to any passers-by that might look in on him. Confident now, he sat in front of the machine's gaze and opened his miniature tool chest on the floor. The machine watched him pull out several screwdrivers and wrenches, but it did nothing as he gave it a reasuring grin and went back to working on its circuitry. "I don't think this'll hurt," he said, prying off the small panel in the back of the machine's observing component, which on a whole, looked suspiciously like a cat. He looked at the wires for a moment, and his face alighted when he determined the malfunction and reconnected the wires. Within seconds, he had connected the circuits, closed the panel, and now sat in front of the machine as it began to reboot itself.
(OOC: I accidentally posted this earlier as a guest. Just for clarification, that was me! ;D)
*Whir* *clank!* ... *whir* *clank!*....*Whirrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr* The bipedal cat burst into life. Without a moment's pause, the strange cat punched the air excitedly with a megaphone in hand and cheered as if truly excited about seeing the world again.
"WHOO-HOO!" the cat yelled, dancing atop his dormant mechanical mog, he primary means of moving around. Undaunted by this, the cat shook every limb he could feel, and then shouted at the top of his little "lungs", "Look out, world, Cait Sith is here!"
Zell blinked, then laughed at the odd little machine. "What are you, again?"
Cait Sith stared at the boy in front of him. "Eh? Who are you?"
"Name's Zell. But I asked you first yet, anyway, so..." He shrugged at the slot machine and waited for an answer.
"Oh! I'm Cait Sith. I'm a fortune teller--" The cat suddenly felt his moogle transport shake with a jump start, and coins started spitting out of its mouth. "What the--? People aren't supposed to put change in my moogle! That'll mess up the gears... What else was in there?" Zell looked at the pile and picked out something that was decidedly not a gil or currency of any kind. It looked like a gem of sorts, shaped like an oval sapphire.
"This thing?"
"I don't know what that is," Cait Sith replied, staring at the thing in the man's hands. Uncaring, Zell clenched the gem in his fist and turned his attention to Cait Sith.
"So you tell fortunes, right? Why don't you tell me one?" He felt it was best to see if there were any other malfunctions.
"Oh!" Cait Sith straightened a little proudly. "Sure." He did his little dance, which made Zell laugh, and handed him a fortune on a slip of paper. Zell read it silently.
'Adventures await where the light is engulfed in dark feathers. Beware of murky weather. Your lucky color is green. Your lukcy encantation is ...'
"Weird," Zell murmured. "Hey, do you know what this says? I can't read it." Cait Sith glanced at the words next to "encantation".
"Hm... I think it says... Liberame... Domine..." And just like that, the entire room disappeared in a flash of white.
)Leaving the group at the front gate, where he was sure Squall would embarass himself without his help, Zell did whatever could keep him preoccupied. He trampled people in the process of racing to the dorms, just because he felt like it, and dropping off Squall's books on the gunblade specialist's desk in his room. Zell didn't leave, however, without swiping the Occult Fan issue greedily and thumbing through it again for a prolonged look at the detail of the gauntlet upgrades while he walked casually back to the cafeteria. He prefered having the magazine in had, to bury himself in if a certain somebody who worked in the library happened to walk by and spot him. He didn't know why he felt weird around that girl, but it unnerved him a bit, which he disliked a lot.
He found himself in the cafeteria again, a place that was starting to earn his dislike, when he noticed what appeared to be a vending machine... or some sort of dispenser. People were looking at and poking it oddly. It didn't look like anything he had seen before. It looked like a gigantic doll, but people were inserting coins into a slot somewhere, then the machine did a quick jig and spat out a slip of paper, off which everyone crouched around and read before bursting into laughter.
"It's busted!" someone yelled, and rapped on what appeared to be a mechanical head. Zell threw the magazine onto a table and scooted through the crowd.
"Move aside!" Some watched as he shifted the machine forward and started fidgeting with something in the back. Without really knowing what he did, the machine sprang to life, almost literally, and turned itself around to look at him. He, along with half of the student body, stared at the thing as it stared down at Zell kneeling beside it. "Um..." The head tilted at him curiously, and its slits for eyes followed him as he stood up and began edging away. "Okay... maybe I don't know how to fix it."
Fi...EdoBRIEDe...*krrrr*...pciattsrieharhi...Fix...*kkkkrrrrrrr* me...
The thing stepped forward. In return, the people stepped back in surprise. "It moved!" some cried, others gawked, while some gaped in total silence. "Cool!" some else shouted. "Make it do it again!" The machine responded and stepped forward a little more, and the students retreated again, a good number running to the side of the room. Zell still stood before the machine. He realized each step he took, the machine reciprocated. Slowly, he turned around and walked out of the cafeteria, hoping that ignoring the thing would make it stop following. He could feel so many people watching him go; he knew he wouldn't live this down. He kept going and a thought occured to him to lead the thing to his dorm room. He kept walking, praying no body noticed the machine was specifically following him. So he led it to his room, where it stopped at his doorway and continued to watch him moving around for his tool kit. He looked at the thing in the doorway and beckoned it to come in. It obeyed, standing in the center of the room. For extra caution, Zell looked outside his bedroom door, looked to see if his neighbor was in next door, and closed his bedroom door to any passers-by that might look in on him. Confident now, he sat in front of the machine's gaze and opened his miniature tool chest on the floor. The machine watched him pull out several screwdrivers and wrenches, but it did nothing as he gave it a reasuring grin and went back to working on its circuitry. "I don't think this'll hurt," he said, prying off the small panel in the back of the machine's observing component, which on a whole, looked suspiciously like a cat. He looked at the wires for a moment, and his face alighted when he determined the malfunction and reconnected the wires. Within seconds, he had connected the circuits, closed the panel, and now sat in front of the machine as it began to reboot itself.
(OOC: I accidentally posted this earlier as a guest. Just for clarification, that was me! ;D)
*Whir* *clank!* ... *whir* *clank!*....*Whirrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr* The bipedal cat burst into life. Without a moment's pause, the strange cat punched the air excitedly with a megaphone in hand and cheered as if truly excited about seeing the world again.
"WHOO-HOO!" the cat yelled, dancing atop his dormant mechanical mog, he primary means of moving around. Undaunted by this, the cat shook every limb he could feel, and then shouted at the top of his little "lungs", "Look out, world, Cait Sith is here!"
Zell blinked, then laughed at the odd little machine. "What are you, again?"
Cait Sith stared at the boy in front of him. "Eh? Who are you?"
"Name's Zell. But I asked you first yet, anyway, so..." He shrugged at the slot machine and waited for an answer.
"Oh! I'm Cait Sith. I'm a fortune teller--" The cat suddenly felt his moogle transport shake with a jump start, and coins started spitting out of its mouth. "What the--? People aren't supposed to put change in my moogle! That'll mess up the gears... What else was in there?" Zell looked at the pile and picked out something that was decidedly not a gil or currency of any kind. It looked like a gem of sorts, shaped like an oval sapphire.
"This thing?"
"I don't know what that is," Cait Sith replied, staring at the thing in the man's hands. Uncaring, Zell clenched the gem in his fist and turned his attention to Cait Sith.
"So you tell fortunes, right? Why don't you tell me one?" He felt it was best to see if there were any other malfunctions.
"Oh!" Cait Sith straightened a little proudly. "Sure." He did his little dance, which made Zell laugh, and handed him a fortune on a slip of paper. Zell read it silently.
'Adventures await where the light is engulfed in dark feathers. Beware of murky weather. Your lucky color is green. Your lukcy encantation is ...'
"Weird," Zell murmured. "Hey, do you know what this says? I can't read it." Cait Sith glanced at the words next to "encantation".
"Hm... I think it says... Liberame... Domine..." And just like that, the entire room disappeared in a flash of white.