Fantasy Zero RP Thread

[Bl4ckwolf]

The End?

Grim lifted his hand as the whole world went white trying vainly to block out the bright light. As the light faded the world was replaced with a soft and serene meadow. Shakespeare and Jeanne were waiting for them. Grim however was at a loss, as the event tidied themselves up quite nicely, where the relief that is was over there was also this hole inside himself that it was over. What was he going to do now? These people probably all had lives to go back to what did he have? For awhile while he was adventuring with the group he had grown to care for them and think of them as brothers and sisters but now they were all parting and there was nothing left for Grim to do. He signed off with a hefty sigh. "At least I did one good thing before I died..."

[Prisma*Illya]

Everyone

Spoiler

Star Ocean 3 OST - Brilliant Road - YouTube

Mary watched as all her friends disappeared one by one, and wiped the tears from her eyes. It was really, finally over. Time to head back.

"Bye, Jeanne, Shakespeare," she said, hugging them both. "Thanks for watching out for us."

"You did all the real work," Shakespeare said warmly. Mary smiled, and turned away to the final person she needed to speak with.

"I think we owe you the most thanks," she said quietly to M, gazing up at the handsome face and piercing blue eye. He gave a thin smile, tucking a stray hair behind her ear.

"Just doing my job," he said simply. Mary blushed at his gaze, remembering the impulsive and tearful kiss she'd given him before the final battle. Without the passion of the moment, she was far too embarrassed to try again.

"If you're ever in my area of London, maybe we can meet up," she said softly, not meeting his gaze. "I'm Mary Clarissa Christie."

He gave a warm, silent laugh, enjoying her shyness.

"That sounds nice, Mary," he answered, icy blue eye twinkling. "Expect to be called on by James Aspinall."

He leaned in and his lips brushed her cheek gently as he said goodbye, causing her to gasp in surprise (and delight) before she felt saw him pull off the helmet over her head like the others had done.

"James.." she whispered as she felt a soaring sensation, like her body was lighter than air, and everything went white.

The next few moments, as she breathed in the scent of fresh air coming through her open window mixed with the faint hint of vanilla of her bedroom and saw her father's relieved expression and mother's tears of joy illuminated by the bright spring sunshine, might have been the best moments of her life.

FIN

[Prisma*Illya]

~Epilogue~

[Payne]

~six months later~

"Damn it..." Odin laid down another losing hand and glared out the window as his boss pulled the remainder of his poker chips across the small table in between them. Outside, the clouds moved by lazily, ignoring the presence of the small jet that had carried them for the better part of four hours now.

He sighed and turned his attention back to the jet's interior. "I figure we're still about an hour out of London. Shall we play chess next?"

Jean grinned at him from across the table. "You mean you need another game to lose at?"

Odin stuck out his tongue at her as he pulled the board from beneath his seat. "I honestly don't see how Will puts up with you."

She frowned. "What's that supposed to mean? You put up with me on a daily basis."

Odin shrugged in his seat as he started placing pieces on the board. "That's because I work for you."

Jean crossed her arms and glared at him. "And don't you forget it. I could fire you any time."

Now it was his turn to grin as he retorted. "You wouldn't. I make your job far too easy for you to do something like that."

They both stared at each other for a minute before breaking into laughter. To be quite honest, despite her high standards in work ethic, Jean was the best boss that Odin had ever worked for, and both of them knew it. After the fallout from the Fantasy Zero incident, several large voids had emerged within the company, and Odin had been more than happy to fill in the position at the head of the troubleshooting and testing department. The hours were good. The job was enjoyable, and he only had to answer to one person within the company. The only problem was that she was impossible to beat in a game, any game.

Jean was the first to speak as the laughter subsided, but she still wore a smile. "Sore loser... You can play white."

He leaned over and moved a piece before looking out the window again. "I had intended to."

As if she was just getting started, Jean asked another pointed question. "So, who's that package for?" She motioned towards a brightly wrapped box in the seat across the aisle while she made her move.

Odin tried to keep his focus on the board. It was obvious that she was trying to distract him from the game. She was very good at it, but he was learning. Instead of showing any concern, he answered simply. "A friend of mine is turning ten next week, and I'm going to have it mailed to her."

"Oh? You won't actually be attending the party?"

"No, it's the same day that we're starting the Alpha test for the new system. So, I'll be in the office." Seeing his chance to strike back, Odin moved his piece and leaned back again, letting Jean survey the board. "Speaking of which, with the project coming to a close, there's a chance I might need to contact you for development emergencies. Are there any hours this week when you'll be tied up?"

She flushed bright red and dropped the piece she had been moving into place. "I'll kill you for this Will..." She mumbled.

Odin raised an eyebrow at her. "What was that? You'll be otherwise occupied tonight?" He slid a piece across the board.

If it was possible, he cheeks would have turned even more red as she fumbled over the pieces to make her move. "Shut it..."

"It's nothing to get mad about. I can completely understand having prior engagements." He slid another piece into place.

"I said shut it." She was starting to regain her composure now, and her hands were less shaky as she made her move.

"Alright, I'll only say one last thing." Odin slid another piece across the board as he spoke. "Checkmate."

[NoIn-LoKi]

...some time later, somewhere warm and sunny...

Soledad kneeled in front of the red convertible and was deep in concentration. An airbrush in her left hand, she stuck out her tongue a bit and kept tracing the invisible line, that would complete the pattern on the front spoiler. Suddenly the garage door opened with a bang and she jumped, surprised.

Getting up, she wiped her forehead, leaving a line of car grease on it. Her hair was in an unitidy braid and her clothes looked liked she used them to clean a rusty car. "Not again Mike, not again. If you keep startling me like this, I will have to start over" she said to her older brother, trying to sound angry. As usual she didn't succeed and as soon as he started laughing, she joined in.

He walked over to her and looked at the design, whistling through his teeth. "Sweet jesus, sis, that looks amazing" He bent down closer to the spoiler and then looked up. "But you missed a spot, right there" he pointed out, his eyes sparkling with humor. She was about to give him a piece of her mind, when she saw it and instead just pushed him away from the car.

Continuing his joke, he pulled her around, trying to trip her, but she wouldn't have any of that and twisted him around until his chest hit the car door. It gave an audible sound and she quickly pulled him away. "Oh look what you did" she said and pointed at the slight bump. "Now go fix it, otherwise, Rob will have to wait for his birthday present" He lifted his hands in a guesture of peace. "Alright, alright. Can't have my baby brother disappointed" He put on an boiler suit, that looked like it had seen better days already and went to work on the door.

With a sigh, Soledad went back to work. She loved her brothers, no question and she came down to their garage as often as she could. They used to bug her a lot more, but ever since last year, she had learned to appreciate their small sibling quarrels even more.
A short while later they were both done and Soledad locked the garage door to discourage sneak peaks at the car. "Well we better get ready to join the party" Mike said and when Soledad was about to protest, he cut her off "Nonsense, I don't care if you have to work on Monday. You're staying for your brother's birthday party all night long" and he pulled and arm around her and lead her over to the house after she gave in with a smile. Family alway came first

[Prisma*Illya]

A young woman with long, golden blonde hair moved gracefully up the streets of London, a sleek silver cell phone in one hand. She breathed in the fresh air of the afternoon and the bustle of the streets as she moved off the campus in which she studied. Classes had just ended for the day, and she quickened her pace to make it to her destination in time.

"Yes, I just got the news," Mary said, smiling into the receiver. "Of course, we all knew Shakespeare would pop the big question sooner or later."

She hastily made her way across the street as the voice on the other end responded in like.

"You will make it up for the wedding, right? Jeanne asked us to be her bridesmaids," Mary continued. "Odin is going to be there, of course. I hope some of the others will be able to make it up too."

Her thoughts drifted to the others. She'd tried to stay in touch, one way or another. She corresponded with L through letters and had even made it up for her tenth birthday. She'd learned from her that Odin had gotten that job at GG Corp after all and made a point to go over and visit him, Jeanne, and Shakespeare. Szayrel, Xephos, and Grimwreck had been a bit harder, but she'd at least managed to send greetings on major occassions - birthdays and such.

The voice came back on the other end, and Mary giggled. And of course, she and Soledad kept in touch regularly by phone.

"Jeanne said it was so romantic," she said, recalling Jeanne's description of the night Will had taken her out.

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They'd been to see a play - private box - and then gone to a fancy dinner. Jean had looked stunning that night, dressed in a long, elegant black dress while Will had donned his best suit.

"You look stunning," Will said, gazing at her intently from across the table. Jean smiled, looking down at the table. They'd resumed dating for some months now, and she still felt flustered about him. He was always just so.. charming.

"You look rather dashing yourself," she said, giving him a coy look from over the top of her wine glass. He grinned, signaling the waiter over for their order. They chatted pleasantly over their meal, and soon were seated at the empty table, sipping the last of their drinks.

"I've been so happy being back," Jean said quietly, her gazing drifting out the window they were seated by over the Thames, Big Ben gleaming in the night sky. "I love Paris, but.. I love being with you more."

She blushed, looking over at him. He brushed his hand across her cheek, then pulled her in for a slow, passionate kiss. Jean felt breathless when he pulled away, and it startled her that for once he looked nervous, slightly unsure of himself.

"Jean.. you have no idea how much that means to me," Will said earnestly. "I love you, being with you, and everything about you. And.. I want to keep being with you, through all that life has in store for us."

Jean felt a lump building up in her throat. It soon cemented into place as Will slipped from his chair to one knee, sliding a small black box from his pocket. He'd barely gotten the words out before threw herself out of the chair, arms grasped tightly around him as she buried her face in his neck, whispering yes over and over again.

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"It's so romantic," Mary gushed, wondering what it would be like if she were ever..

She stopped short of the cafe she'd been walking to, waiting for Soledad to stop chattering.

"Listen, Soledad, I have to get going. I'm.. meeting someone," she said, hoping she didn't sound too flustered. If she wasn't then, she certainly was by the answer.

"I'm in an elevator. I think I'm losing you," she said, rolling her eyes. "Talk soon. Bye!"

She slipped her phone back into her purse and took a deep breath. She eyed the tall, handsome man standing near the entrance, smoking a cigarette and quickly took a seat, trying to look nonchalant as she inspected him. He had the same unruly black hair and pale, icy blue eyes. It was definitely more pleasant to see two instead of one - and a black eyepatch. His lips twisted into a wry smile as he put out the cigarette and turned into the cafe, approaching her table with a determined direction that could only mean her attempts to slip by unnoticed had not gone as unnoticed as she'd hoped. He stopped in front of her table, inspecting her cooly, a twinkle in his eye as she flushed, trying to maintain eye contact.

"James.." she said uncertainly, feeling her heart skip a beat. He smiled, seemingly satisfied as he took the seat across from her.

"Mary Clarissa, I presume?"