Final Fantasy X-3: Awakening

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Boss Frost

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The crowd roars in anticipation for the match to start, the grand watery bubble that will be the scene of the Blitzball tournament rising up from the machine below. The announcer garbles something at the crowd, getting them even further riled. As the players walk out onto the field, "...the Ronso Fangs!" Can be heard, followed by, "...the Luca Goers!"

Years after Sin's destruction, the people of Spira can still enjoy a good Blitzball game. Nothing brings them together like competition, and this year's tournament was going to be good, from start to finish - opening with the Ronso Fangs and the Luca Goers already made sure this was going to be an incredible thing to watch.

The port city of Luca - once a lot smaller than it seemed - has grown into the grand capital of the world. There's nothing you can't find in Luca, and it has risen in many ways - many technologies, thanks in part to the Al Bhed and Grand High Summoner Yuna's gentle pushes.

It's been thanks to this new technology that people have been able to go where they hadn't before, discovering new technologies out of the scraps of old technologies, uncovering races that survived in loneliness since directly after Sin's appearance. New Yevon has done their best to bring them into society, though some still remain cautious of humanity, preferring to deal with the more 'understandable' Ronso or the beastman races.


For one member of the new races, it was his first time seeing a Blitzball game at all. Not that he could really see it, being this high up - he had given his own seat to a young human who couldn't see, and discovered too late his eyes not well enough to see from the distance he now sat. It wasn't so bad, though, as he could clearly make out the announcer's voice, even among the din of the crowd.

He leaned against the wall - a creimire, slightly shorter than human norm, and ivory in color. His white hair long and free, down to the middle of his chest - eyes closed, ears twitching each time the crowd grew too loud. His clothes were fine, and highly decorated - though that wasn't that strange among the creimire, who had grown among a rich vein of material on an island chain far west of the continent. His bare feet scraped claws along the ground (though his ankles were wrapped in cloth).

With a sigh, he convinced himself that a drink would make this whole ordeal better, and opened his eyes, turning to walk to the concessions - and bumped into a duo of humans, stumbling backwards.

"Hey, Rat-face, watch where you're going!" Was their reply to this. Ears folding backwards at the racial slur, his shoulders tensed... before relaxing. His silver-harp voice formed, "I apologize," before turning from the two and attempting to walk off. One of the two grabbed his shoulder, "That's not good enough."

The two grinned, "Our girlfriends are in the audience, drooling over the blitzball players. If we show we're tough enough to take down a creimire, then they'll know we're tough, too." The other taps his friend on the shoulder, "I don't know, man, this one's kind of scrawny." The other responded with a push, "Well we don't tell them that, duh!"

The criemire man frowned, shaking his head, "When you're done arguing amongst yourself, I'm going to go get a drink. You probably shouldn't try to pick a fight. You'll get hurt." The two humans chuckled, "What, you're going to hurt us, Rat-face?"

"No," he remarked with a shrug, "...but do you really think a fight will go unnoticed in a blitzball tournament, with a bunch of humans riled up from watching the game?" The two humans faltered a bit, before scowling and taking a step back, "We'll see you again, Rat-face." The two turned, walking off.

Ears dropping low, he shook his head, mumbling to himself... he wasn't thirsty anymore. He turned back to watch the game, mind fuzzy at the recent events.
Kavi was standing in the arena, watching the blitzball match as it went on. Some of the people she had been talking to in town mentioned it as a really exciting and neat form of sport, but all she could wonder about was how the players breathed. Back home people couldn't breathe underwater. Did the humans figure it out sometime?

Aside from breathing underwater, her time here had been..strange, in general. There were lights and sounds and flashes going on everywhere, which was really kinda overstimulating. The gender relations were strange, with there being a man for just about every single woman, and even guys complaining about not being able to find mates! Women also seemed to have a more submissive role...when she first went by to ask for a job as a caravan guard, they practically laughed her out of the room. And whoever was after her had sent two men to do the job, not women. All very different.

She noticed two men messing with another, more rat-like person. They left him alone after a bit, and since it would sound less stupid if she asked someone else who was new to this, Kavi walked over to the rat-man and spoke:
"...How do they breathe?"
Taken aback at first by the sudden shift in conversations, he simply stood there in shock for a few moments, before looking out into the bubble. "...I can't actually see that far away. Though when I was closer, I didn't see any... breathing apparatus, so I'm not sure..." He shrugs gracefully, "I've never heard of any sort of... human water-breathing magic, either. I'd have to assume that the players are committed to a life of this... sport? Maybe they just... train their lungs to not need air. Hold their breaths for a long period of time..." He turns, looking at Kavi for a moment - and was struck by her beauty. Even across the racial line, she was gorgeous.

He cleared his throat, looking back to the game. "Truth be told, I'm not even sure what the game's goal is. I just knew there was going to be a lot of people here of a lot of different races, so I chose to check it out... the food's pretty incredible, though. Not worth the overpricing, but not bad." He chuckles, flicking his hair out for a moment. "I'm as lost as you are on the... sport... or Blitzball..." He looks around for a moment, "Everyone seems into it, though. Least it seems less gory and nasty as gladiator matches. Never saw the beauty in blood sports."
Kavi stayed silent. Not much help, that.

She kept on watching the game from her current standing position. She liked the defenders, at least. But crowds and noises...not so much. It'd be nice to get back out on some rolling plains, fight some monsters, get some money...cities were not her thing. The people following her around and asking her to eat dinner with them was strange, but hey, free food. The people sneaking up and trying to kidnap her were less nice. She'd have to hunt down the guy responsible for that. Eventually.

For now she just watched the game and listened to the rat-man ramble.
"...Maybe it's got something to do with the machinery that brought all that water up into the floating bubble. Maybe it... fills it with air, and they're actually breathing in there. Though it doesn't explain how they swim through so fast..." He places a finger across his lips, moving it into his mouth to nibble on it for a moment in thought. It was a strange gesture, though one that seemed to fit the preening man.

After a moment or two of silence brought on by a goal being made and the roar of the crowd, he looked to her again, offering a smile, "My name's Anton, by the way. I'm from Alfhiem... though I'm sure you could figure that out, it's not like we're seen much of anywhere else..." He chuckled, turning to look back at the game, wondering to himself. "...Humans are strange creatures, I think. While not having any real social structure besides that of business, they're the most prolific and well-off race in the world... I envy them, really. It's... sort of a mystery to me how they do much of anything, though. Wonders abound."
"Special water. Special equipment." a rather gruff Ronso replied to the human and cremiere. He knew a bit about blitzball, having even some of his fellow tribe quit their arena life to join the Ronso Fangs. Of course, he was not here to simply watch them. One of the team members had actually found him in the city, a short while before this game, and was offered to come. Gar declined at first, until the member went and said, "Well, Gar, I'm sure you aren't too busy running away from the arena to see my game!" he said. Gar then understood what this was about. He wanted to turn him in. Gar, simply, would face him after his match and force him to not inform the arena which city he was in. He also stuck with him after parting earlier that day, to ensure he did not send word just yet. He was here now, watching the ronso thoroughly trounce an opponent blitzballer, almost throwing him out of the dome. He'd be a tough opponent, but he wouldn't allow his whereabouts be found by the arena. Not if he could stop it.
Anton turns to face the newcomer, silvery hair accenting the turn with a little extra grace. "Oh, is that how that works...?" He had remembered the water-bubble filling up at the beginning of the match - he's pretty sure whatever device did that was responsible for it. He thinks on it for a moment, "...Wait, what's the point of that? Is taunting reality just a human hobby?" He frowns, then sighs. "I don't think I'll ever understand them... ah, well." He shrugs, "I guess this opens up more 'great deeds' I can do... I've just got to figure out where and what they are." The last line mostly to himself, he turns with a smile to the ronso behind him.

"You're a... male mithra? I've never seen o-" He remembered the name of the team that was playing, "Oh! No-no, I'm sorry. You're a Ronso, aren't you? My sincerest apologies..." He holds up his hands in apology, "I'm... just not familiar with everything on this continent. This town was not a good first stop for me, I've become rather overstimulated with all the... stuff, here."
Gar almost ripped the rat man across the chest, tensing his claw until he exclaimed against the opposite. No regular person of Spira would ever mistake anyone for a Ronso. This, obviously, was no regular person. Upon closer inspection, he realized he'd never seen such a being as Anton. "What are you?" he asked, looking at Anton up and down, inspecting him. This was rather odd. He'd thought he'd seen just about every being that walked on Spira, having fought everything that could fight.
He understood this beings plight, being new in a strange world. He felt the same way going to a Ronso pride, after being raised in the arena all his life. It was weird to feel so... alien around his own kind.

"It okay." he said, listening to him yammer on. What a noisy creature.
Sighed in relief with a nod, looking to the mithra beside him, "I guess I owe an apology to you as well for the mix-up?" He bows his head to her, "I apologize for my ignorance." Turning to look at the ronso again, he would smile, scratching at one of his shoulders, "My race is known as the criemire. Our kingdom is west of the island housing the city known as 'Home' to the Al Bhed race. We were found by... civilization, I guess you'd call it. Al Bhed in particular. A few of us have found our way out into the world, myself included."

He shrugs, turning to look out at the game as another goal is scored, "It's been strange so far. Not entirely pleasant-strange. Just strange. A lot of humans seem to be vindictively cruel to things, for no real reason that I can divine. It's frustrating dealing with them." With a sigh, he turns back to look at the two, "Still, better than wasting away at home. It won't be long until monsters start populating our islands, too."
"They're better than you might think."
Words weren't Kavi's strong suit, really. She had always focused more on getting her skills up so she could beat her sisters and get a mate. Socializing with people, not so much. The Cremire guy didn't seem too intelligent (or maybe it was just poor vision). It was getting mildly annoying with so many people immediately near her, too...made it harder to focus on enjoying the game. At the mention of monsters, her thoughts turned home again; they had been living a monster-free existence back home, and that was part of the reason she slipped out into the wild wild world-to see if they would help her get better-they also weren't likely to fight her over a man, so that was good too.

You had to give the humans points, though, for not only creating Sin, but also destroying it after a while. Making an invincible fish monster is one thing, but then proving the invincible monster to be...not is a whole nother matter of business.
Anton sighs softly to himself, shaking his head. "These people aren't winning any awards for engaging conversation." Scratching his cheek, he runs to look at the Blitzball game again. He wasn't used to being around people who couldn't pick up a simple conversation prompt! He did hope not all sentient creatures were like this. He considers whether or not Mithra and Ronso are actually sentient, ears flicking a bit - they did seem to have more bestial aspects than he did. Maybe they were some sort of tame monsters? Barely civilized brutes?

The thought of it actually managed to intrigue him for a bit, and he turned, "...Can either of you tell me about your homes? This is the only place I've seen on this continent. Are your cultures so advanced, as well?" He asks, clearly interested. "My own culture is ruled by a King and Queen, with the entire population working under them, nobles controlling plots of land - among other things - while the King and Queen work to defend the land and make sure everything runs smoothly. What do you two live by?"
"I live by own morals. No king queen. Prides. I special. Born in arena, raised to fight, kill, hunt. No pride except arena." he said, stopping from continuing. He didn't mind teaching those who needed guidance. He was a member of a scholar group, after all. Even though he was born of the arena, he was taught by the brightest and best of the mage scholars there. He made the choice to become a Red Mage, a jack of all trades, but a master of none. This allowed him to barrage foes magically and physically. He became famous as the "Crimson Fang" in the ring, until...

His attention shifted to the game, as he saw it wrapping up in a bit. His fight was soon upon him. Time to focus.
Kavi kept her eyes on the game as the conversation continued. Man, this guy would not be quiet...
"My tribe's rather..backward, by human's pretty small, there's only three males right now, and my sisters and the other women keep beating me to them...but life is calm back on the island. It's not as complicated as here. People don't have titles, they just do things."
It was just as he feared! They were backwards races, living out of any sort of real society... only barely above barbarians! A long, drawn-out sigh heralded the beginning of a long period of silence, as he folded his arms over his chest and thought. "Are these... people... even a little interested in civilization...? From the look of them, probably not..." It was then he got the idea for a Deed! "If I introduce these cultures to true styles of civilization... that would surely be a Great Deed!"

For a moment, he let his mind wander...

"Grand lord Anton, you have successfully brought the Ronso and Mithra tribes into the folds of a true civilization, this great deeds has heralded a new age for the entire world! They have sworn fealty to the holdings of the Creimire, and the King himself wishes to recommend you to a grand station!"

"All in a day's work," Anton said, smiling smugly as a scantily-clad female poured him a glass of wine, another sitting on his lap as he reclined in a great, stylish chair. More of them lay about the floor on pillows, smiling, giggling, kissing one another... Anton makes a flashy smile, sending the room into swoons.

"In fact, the Ronso have arrived in person, to make an Honor Guard in your name," the same faceless voice said.

"I welcome them! Let it be known that the Ronso are protecting us, and we shall do the same!" Anton rose his glass, to the soft coos and cheers of the ladies.

"As well, the Mithra have sent you their princess to be wed," the voice says.

Out of the back, the armored form of Kavi approaches, scowling at the other girls, "Is this what you do with your time?" She gestures angrily with her hand. "Away with you!" The scantily-clad females leave, as do the voice. Anton pouts.

"...I want this one..." She lets the gauntlets and blade clatter to the floor. "To myself..." She states, her chestpiece coming off...

Anton, in the real world, places his fingers to his chin, nodding slightly. "I'm sure that's what would happen," he mumbles. "Hail to the King."

He was broken out of his stupor by the end buzzer, denoting the winners - the Luca Goers.
The Creimire talked lovingly about his particular political system. He really seemed to like the setup back at his homeland, however it worked...

How did a kingdom run, anyways? The King and Queen were defending the country, so they must be the warriors...with everyone else also being a member of the army. Woah, no wonder his country wasn't being taken over. And the "Nobles" took care of plots of land, among other things...So they must have the job of hunting? If it was a large country, it might make sense to have someone prevent people from hunting all the food. But other societies tended to mean "farming" when they talked about people taking care of land. And Noble was a title for important people. So...

"It's nice that you value farmers so highly. But do you really need every citizen to be warriors?"

The match ended, and everyone started to mull out of the arena. Kavi...really wasn't in the mood for fighting a crowd, so she decided to stick around for a while.
Gar grumbled, seeing his old friend exit the arena, scowling. Good. It was easier to manipulate an enraged foe. And a tired one at that. He got up, grunting slightly as he bumped into a passerby leaving the stadium. "Hey! Watc-" he almost said, but stopped as he saw the rather burly ronso towering over him. He stopped and turned white, trying to sift through the crowd to escape the possible wrath of the ronso. Gar gave a small grin. Smart move. he thought. He turned to the cremiere and the mithra. "Farewell. Hunt well." he bid them, nodding slightly and he left, pushing his way through a crowd, his hand on his sword. He had to catch the man, and quick. Who knows what he would try if he left the stadium without Gar watching him, and he wouldn't take that risk.