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Shooting Stars "Can not." "Can so." "Can not!" "Can so." "Cannot!" "Canso!" "CAN NOT!" "CAN SO!" The yells echoed through the halls. "...why is Selphie arguing with Brother, of all people?" Quistis asked Squall curiously, as she stared at the bickering pair, who seemed to be getting more hyperactive by the second. "Can so!" "Can not!" "Don't tell me she got into the..." "Yeah. Pixie sticks." Squall replied, shaking his head. "Damn her! She forgot the intervention already." Quistis sighed. "Well, what are they arguing over?" "Can so infinity!" "Can not infinity plus one!" "Plus two!" "From what I saw, I think they're arguing over whose airship would win in a race." Setzer said, chuckling. "Not that either's worth much." "What did you say?" Zell asked angrily. "Well, it's true. Both are excellent at cruising speeds. The Ragnarok is also very good at achieving escape velocities, but using those in the atmosphere will do nothing but blow you up...just, neither's built for a race." Setzer shrugged. "Can so for Godlike!" "Um...uh....Can not for unrankable!" "Damnit!" "...amazing, Brother found his intellectual match, and it's Selphie on enough sugar to kill a cow." Paine said. "I was looking for Brother, Yuna wanted him to clean the hull of the ship. But at this rate he'll end up crying himself to sleep before long." "Can so is more leet!" "Can not is uber leet!" "...can someone just gag them both?" Setzer asked, sighing. "Fine! Let's find out, then!" "Fine!" Brother and Selphie, both nodding angrily at each other, took off in separate directions. "Please tell me that wasn't what it looked like." Quistis said to no one in particular. --- "Stupid Brother thinking he's so smart and talented and cute and ugh!" Selphie said, twitching, as she seated herself in the Ragnarok's cockpit. "I'll show him!" "...why did anyone ever teach her how to pilot?" "No one did." Irvine said, with a shrug. "Oh, right." Squall said, sighing, as he tugged ineffectually on a door. "It's just as well. That's one of the most automated crafts ever." Quistis said, slightly hopefully. "Manual controls, on!" Selphie called out confidently from the cockpit. A series of loud sighs could be heard outside. --- "Hah! She will see! I will make myself the most capable airship pilot! And I am piloting the best of airships!" Brother babbled, near-incoherently. "Everyone will admire me for my incredible skills!" "...is he still going on about that race?" Yuna asked with a sigh. "Yes." Paine nodded. "You'd figure having Ifrit knee him in the groin would be enough of a hint that I didn't want him to do this..." "With him?" Paine shook her head. "You're optimistic." "I guess so." Yuna sighed. "Has he ever flown solo?" "I don't think so..." "Is he even letting the Celsius get serviced first? It hasn't been flown in ages..." "Nope." "Great." --- "Hah. How long do you think it'll take them both to crash?" Vyse asked, chuckling, as Setzer called for another round. "I think a sasquatch piloting the Falcon would take longer." Setzer laughed along with Vyse. "Mmm...At least those two have pilot experience. Still, I bet it'd be close." Vyse shrugged. "A bet?" Setzer grinned. "I didn't think you were a betting man." "When the stakes are good." Vyse shrugged. "I think it'd be worth any price to see you let Umaro fly your precious Falcon. What do you say?" "Okay, then here's my price. You let that floating marble of Fina's pilot the Delphinus in the race." "What!?" "Any price, huh." Setzer laughed. "Ante up or go home," he added with a shrug, leaning back in his chair to take a sip of wine. "...hm. One condition. Make it the one that crashes first the winner." Vyse said, grinning. "What?" Setzer said, stunned. "Ante up or go home." Vyse said contemptuously, as he leaned back in his chair, grinning. "A bluff, eh. Bluffing the wrong person." Setzer laughed. "Agreed. No help, no aid, sasquatch against marble. The loser pays the repair bills and has to serve the winner in a french maid outfit for a week. If it's one of the other two that win, we split the bills and force them into the outfit to serve both of us." Setzer held out a hand. Vyse sighed. "Me and my big mouth. Fina's going to kill me, but fine." Vyse said, shaking Setzer's hand firmly. --- And so the day of the race has arrived. Will Cupil's mighty artillery prove too much for the cute mascot to handle? Will Umaro attempt to throw his craft at the opponents? Will Selphie get distracted by something shiny and plow into an orphanage? Or will Brother fly into a mountain after hearing rumors that women are bathing in a hot spring nearby? We're about to find out. |
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Silverlocke980 Oh, heaven above, I wanted, I really *wanted*, to let Jogurt win. Jogurt on a motorcycle is sweet, and righteous air is so much awesome. But, Jogurt, buddy, I had a choice that stated that Selphie killed *thousands*, and I've always wanted to say that. I'm sorry, little buddy, I'm sorry. I just can't let you win, I can't. Umaro: 8 Selphie: 17 Cupid: 4 Brother: 5 Biker Jogurt: 17 Fishin4pigeon
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