[Complete] Aerophobia
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phoenyTitle: Aerophobia
Pairing/Characters: Sazh, Vanille, Fang
Prompt: 3. "Shut Up"
Rating: K
Warnings: Spoilers for up to Chapter 11
Summary: Sazh takes a joyride with Fang's help and Vanille's persuasion.
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shinaka.
They made one hell of an entrance to Pulse, Sazh thought. As they left the Fifth Ark on the borrowed ship, bands of blue energy gave way to natural light. Being the token pilot, Sazh was a little nervous about the machinery. Pulsian in nature, the controls were similar to what he piloted on Cocoon. It wasn't that hard to figure out.
Until some creature decided to mess with the ship. Nothing ever went right, as to be expected from being l'Cie. He just thought it wouldn't be this bad at every single turn so far. 'Pretty ridiculous,' Sazh thought, as Fang explained the creature-thing acted as if the party was food.
"Yeah, like a l'Cie-food buffet," Sazh had quipped. What, he thought it was a funny pun. Lightning seemed to agree.
Then the creature had to tear the hull of the ship apart. Yeah, thanks a lot, creature. Thousands of feet in the air, the party were sitting ducks. Oh Maker, what if his joke turned out to be true; "l'Ciefood" indeed. Don't panic, don't panic, the ship was not stabilizing--
Vanille and Hope were flown right out of the ship, barely hanging on. As he was the pilot and was in front of the fal'Cie's path, Snow had picked him up and hung along with him. Sazh was trying to remember emergency training from way back-- he had a clean record before all this happened-- and totally didn't feel his heart skip a beat in sheer terror as the ship just took a nose dive. Until Fang and Lightning jumped. Sazh felt light-headed, pardon the pun, yet again.
He would never utter "l'Cie-food" again, swearing for something good, beneficial, perhaps even life-saving to happen. Fast. Somehow, as the rush of wind whipped around him, flooding his hearing, he heard Lightning's gunblade go off, and the skies darkened just a tad as something big was flying towards them, violet aura flashing behind it. It had wings--he was sure of it-- and was Fang's summon Bahamut. Oh finally, something good!
~ஐ || ஐ~
He felt like heaving his lunch away. Not long after they landed, another Eidolon decided to greet them: Alexander. Yeesh, talk about really good timing. Because of that, Lightning decided the party should take more time to rest. Which was necessary, if Sazh ever wanted to get his bearings again. Flying with Bahamut was plain rough, and Sazh felt sick as...well a wind-whipped chicobo. Even then, the party's resident chicobo had absolutely no problem with the descent. In fact, he was with Hope, gathering food. Their fearless leader and Snow already left to scout the premises (again) as he, Fang, and Vanille tried to set up camp. At least they found some sort of clearing to make a fire and possibly pitch up tents. Snow and Light were just having another talk. They seemed to be doing that quite often.
"Sazh, are you okay?" Vanille bent over a little as she basically imitated what Sazh was going at this very moment.
"Yeah, I'm just a little dizzy, that's all," he said, waving his hand like it was nothing.
"Oh, I think I know what's wrong with him," Fang joined in, smirking. He hated when Fang gave that smirk, because nothing good ever came out of it.
"Uhh, it'll pass. I'll be fine," Sazh replied, suddenly fearful for his life. Fang and Vanille were quickly building a reputation among the party members. Both of them have a nasty devious streak in them, and he realized just a bit too late that he was their latest victim. Oh crap.
"Really, Fang? I know just the thing to turn his frown upside down~!" Vanille practically sang that out loud. Nope, this was bad...run away, distract, what--
"And what would that be?"
'Quick, man! Get out while you still can,' Sazh desperately thought.
"Sazh should take a ride on Bahamut!"
"Are you kidding? How would that help my dizziness?"
"We can all take a couple of spins, and then you'll get used to it!" Sazh, at that point, shot Vanille a raised eyebrow, topped with a shoulder shrug. Fang crossed her arms and Vanille shot him her best disarming smile.
"Please?"
"Ya better do what she says, else we're gonna be here for a very long time." He responded with a very firm, resounding no, to which the two women looked at each other.
"I don't think she's giving you a choice here," Fang said, and Vanille just nodded her head. What was he to do? Outnumbered two to one, with no distractions in sight. Except for him, of course; he was entertainment for the evening.
"Plus, didn't you tell me you used to be a civilian pilot? So you're familiar with flying. What's the big deal? Is it Bahamut? Because he's not that scary..." Great, just great. Now she was justifying all the reasons why Sazh should be riding Bahamut at this very moment-- not to mention he wasn't sick as a wheezing chocobo-- because that wasn't important. What was important to her at least, was the fact she wanted an aerial view of the whole place. Oh and of course to help him get over the concept of free-falling while a fal'Cie tried to eat him for lunch.
He figured that out as much.
"C'mon, just around Vallis Media! It'll be fun~" Vanille was trying her best to convince him. And, dare he say it; it was working like a charm.
"Guess we're just gonna make him ride," Fang winked as a beam of light appeared, narrowing down on her right arm. Producing a crystal in the shape of a fang, she tossed it up with a cry of "Bahamut!" as the skies darkened yet again. The summon came tumbling down in an aerial dive before landing right in front of them, gusts of wind blowing everywhere.
"Let's go! Hop on," Vanille exclaimed as she went behind Sazh and started to push him towards the beast.
"Woah, woah, wait a minute, I didn't agree to anything--" Sazh dug his boots into the ground and pretended to be as unmovable as a wall, but failed at that as he almost tripped over himself.
"Too late for that," Fang was at his side, and placed her hand on his shoulder. Did he mention said hand was clasped around him, the fingers digging through his coat? Curse his luck; Fang was a better fighter than him, so he wasn't escaping any time soon.
And he found himself on Bahamut, Fang taking the front. Bahamut went up with a great swoosh of air enough to send Sazh lying face down from the pressure. He could've mentioned that he was a tiny bit-- just a tiny bit-- scared he was going to fall off. He was most definitely not enjoying the scenic drive, and even if he were, it didn't amount to flying ships.
"Hey there, ya gonna puke or take in the view?" Fang yelled out over the wind.
"I'm not sure; even skyplanes have barf bags. He doesn't even have safety belts equipped!" Sazh quipped back.
"No need for them!"
Sure, that was what she would say. Because she wasn't the one barely holding on to...whatever part corresponded with Bahamut. He didn't like to think about it. He felt his body lift up as Bahamut descended, flying on a curve; he scrambled to get a better grip. If Bahamut decided to tip him off in the middle of nowhere...
"I think you're enjoying it," Vanille happily beamed at the thought of the grumpy old man having a flying joyride on Gran Pulse.
No, he wasn't. Bahamut may be flying steady now, but who knew when it would decide to buck him off because Fang wanted a good laugh. Yes, he'll bet Fang was trying very hard not to laugh out loud.
~ஐ || ஐ~
"So. How'd ya think of your first joyride experience?" Bahamut disappeared and Fang's brand wasn't flashing anymore.
"I'm still nauseous from that wind-whipping I got."
"Oh please, funny man. Bahamut told me you got pretty happy towards the end."
"See, Sazh? I told you you would have fun~"
"Fun for you, maybe."
"We could always go again sometime. Just ask anytime you feel like puking."
"...Shut up."
Pairing/Characters: Sazh, Vanille, Fang
Prompt: 3. "Shut Up"
Rating: K
Warnings: Spoilers for up to Chapter 11
Summary: Sazh takes a joyride with Fang's help and Vanille's persuasion.
Notes: For
10_orders, collaboration with shinaka.They made one hell of an entrance to Pulse, Sazh thought. As they left the Fifth Ark on the borrowed ship, bands of blue energy gave way to natural light. Being the token pilot, Sazh was a little nervous about the machinery. Pulsian in nature, the controls were similar to what he piloted on Cocoon. It wasn't that hard to figure out.
Until some creature decided to mess with the ship. Nothing ever went right, as to be expected from being l'Cie. He just thought it wouldn't be this bad at every single turn so far. 'Pretty ridiculous,' Sazh thought, as Fang explained the creature-thing acted as if the party was food.
"Yeah, like a l'Cie-food buffet," Sazh had quipped. What, he thought it was a funny pun. Lightning seemed to agree.
Then the creature had to tear the hull of the ship apart. Yeah, thanks a lot, creature. Thousands of feet in the air, the party were sitting ducks. Oh Maker, what if his joke turned out to be true; "l'Ciefood" indeed. Don't panic, don't panic, the ship was not stabilizing--
Vanille and Hope were flown right out of the ship, barely hanging on. As he was the pilot and was in front of the fal'Cie's path, Snow had picked him up and hung along with him. Sazh was trying to remember emergency training from way back-- he had a clean record before all this happened-- and totally didn't feel his heart skip a beat in sheer terror as the ship just took a nose dive. Until Fang and Lightning jumped. Sazh felt light-headed, pardon the pun, yet again.
He would never utter "l'Cie-food" again, swearing for something good, beneficial, perhaps even life-saving to happen. Fast. Somehow, as the rush of wind whipped around him, flooding his hearing, he heard Lightning's gunblade go off, and the skies darkened just a tad as something big was flying towards them, violet aura flashing behind it. It had wings--he was sure of it-- and was Fang's summon Bahamut. Oh finally, something good!
He felt like heaving his lunch away. Not long after they landed, another Eidolon decided to greet them: Alexander. Yeesh, talk about really good timing. Because of that, Lightning decided the party should take more time to rest. Which was necessary, if Sazh ever wanted to get his bearings again. Flying with Bahamut was plain rough, and Sazh felt sick as...well a wind-whipped chicobo. Even then, the party's resident chicobo had absolutely no problem with the descent. In fact, he was with Hope, gathering food. Their fearless leader and Snow already left to scout the premises (again) as he, Fang, and Vanille tried to set up camp. At least they found some sort of clearing to make a fire and possibly pitch up tents. Snow and Light were just having another talk. They seemed to be doing that quite often.
"Sazh, are you okay?" Vanille bent over a little as she basically imitated what Sazh was going at this very moment.
"Yeah, I'm just a little dizzy, that's all," he said, waving his hand like it was nothing.
"Oh, I think I know what's wrong with him," Fang joined in, smirking. He hated when Fang gave that smirk, because nothing good ever came out of it.
"Uhh, it'll pass. I'll be fine," Sazh replied, suddenly fearful for his life. Fang and Vanille were quickly building a reputation among the party members. Both of them have a nasty devious streak in them, and he realized just a bit too late that he was their latest victim. Oh crap.
"Really, Fang? I know just the thing to turn his frown upside down~!" Vanille practically sang that out loud. Nope, this was bad...run away, distract, what--
"And what would that be?"
'Quick, man! Get out while you still can,' Sazh desperately thought.
"Sazh should take a ride on Bahamut!"
"Are you kidding? How would that help my dizziness?"
"We can all take a couple of spins, and then you'll get used to it!" Sazh, at that point, shot Vanille a raised eyebrow, topped with a shoulder shrug. Fang crossed her arms and Vanille shot him her best disarming smile.
"Please?"
"Ya better do what she says, else we're gonna be here for a very long time." He responded with a very firm, resounding no, to which the two women looked at each other.
"I don't think she's giving you a choice here," Fang said, and Vanille just nodded her head. What was he to do? Outnumbered two to one, with no distractions in sight. Except for him, of course; he was entertainment for the evening.
"Plus, didn't you tell me you used to be a civilian pilot? So you're familiar with flying. What's the big deal? Is it Bahamut? Because he's not that scary..." Great, just great. Now she was justifying all the reasons why Sazh should be riding Bahamut at this very moment-- not to mention he wasn't sick as a wheezing chocobo-- because that wasn't important. What was important to her at least, was the fact she wanted an aerial view of the whole place. Oh and of course to help him get over the concept of free-falling while a fal'Cie tried to eat him for lunch.
He figured that out as much.
"C'mon, just around Vallis Media! It'll be fun~" Vanille was trying her best to convince him. And, dare he say it; it was working like a charm.
"Guess we're just gonna make him ride," Fang winked as a beam of light appeared, narrowing down on her right arm. Producing a crystal in the shape of a fang, she tossed it up with a cry of "Bahamut!" as the skies darkened yet again. The summon came tumbling down in an aerial dive before landing right in front of them, gusts of wind blowing everywhere.
"Let's go! Hop on," Vanille exclaimed as she went behind Sazh and started to push him towards the beast.
"Woah, woah, wait a minute, I didn't agree to anything--" Sazh dug his boots into the ground and pretended to be as unmovable as a wall, but failed at that as he almost tripped over himself.
"Too late for that," Fang was at his side, and placed her hand on his shoulder. Did he mention said hand was clasped around him, the fingers digging through his coat? Curse his luck; Fang was a better fighter than him, so he wasn't escaping any time soon.
And he found himself on Bahamut, Fang taking the front. Bahamut went up with a great swoosh of air enough to send Sazh lying face down from the pressure. He could've mentioned that he was a tiny bit-- just a tiny bit-- scared he was going to fall off. He was most definitely not enjoying the scenic drive, and even if he were, it didn't amount to flying ships.
"Hey there, ya gonna puke or take in the view?" Fang yelled out over the wind.
"I'm not sure; even skyplanes have barf bags. He doesn't even have safety belts equipped!" Sazh quipped back.
"No need for them!"
Sure, that was what she would say. Because she wasn't the one barely holding on to...whatever part corresponded with Bahamut. He didn't like to think about it. He felt his body lift up as Bahamut descended, flying on a curve; he scrambled to get a better grip. If Bahamut decided to tip him off in the middle of nowhere...
"I think you're enjoying it," Vanille happily beamed at the thought of the grumpy old man having a flying joyride on Gran Pulse.
No, he wasn't. Bahamut may be flying steady now, but who knew when it would decide to buck him off because Fang wanted a good laugh. Yes, he'll bet Fang was trying very hard not to laugh out loud.
"So. How'd ya think of your first joyride experience?" Bahamut disappeared and Fang's brand wasn't flashing anymore.
"I'm still nauseous from that wind-whipping I got."
"Oh please, funny man. Bahamut told me you got pretty happy towards the end."
"See, Sazh? I told you you would have fun~"
"Fun for you, maybe."
"We could always go again sometime. Just ask anytime you feel like puking."
"...Shut up."
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Date: 2010-10-14 04:13 pm (UTC)I liked this :)
Late response is late
Date: 2011-02-15 05:24 am (UTC)