Strøm ov Gulbrand [Chapter 2 added]

July 1, 2010

This is a collab FF between me and Enrise. Took a while to write this, so please enjoy.

[spoiler=Chapter 1: The Rebirth of Spirit (Written by Enrise)]“Chirp! Chirp!”

Agh, what is this I'm hearing? It's annyoing. Chirping? Birds? Shut up! Wait, birds? That must mean it's morning. I turn towards the right to see the clock strike 7:00, I quickly fell out of bed. “s***! I'm late!” I couldn't help but shout & throw the clock across the other side of the room rushing to the closet to find some clothes for today. I just plainly grab some ripped jeans, a slashed collar shirt, and my bag. I slide my shoes on, and burst out the door, slamming it with my foot as I ran.

As I head out towards the school nearby, and I didn't want to be late for today, because I had a test in Science that I can't afford to miss. It was a couple of blocks away, and I missed the bus, and I just realized I forgot my skateboard. No, screw the board for today, I could use the exercise. I cross streets and jump in front of cars barely getting hit by them. Checking the time on my watch that read 7:10 AM. 20 minutes till I had to be there, and can't make it there in 20. Maybe I should take the short-cut, through the junk yard. It's pretty cleaned up there from last I heard, so It'll be easy if I can navigate it well enough.

Jumping over the gate restricting access to the junk yard, I see old cars, old tv screens, old computers, old everything. Everything was old. But it seems so clean. “Maybe they decided to use the old stuff to build more useful items, or just recycled them period.” I look again at the watch that read 7:15 AM. I still got enough time. The junk yard is right behind the school, and I'm halfway through. I looked over to the right while walking, to see two people talking. Maybe they're the people who work here. But they don't look like it, especially because they're no wearing uniform. “Who are they, if they don't work here?”

Hoping they didn't see me, I just ran behind a pile of junk, checking the watch every so often, and rushing to get to the other side of the junk yard. “7:19 AM. Yeah, I'm gonna make it. I hope.” Taking jumps and leaps over junk, and dashing to get to school, I'm sure that I did my Gym class exercise today and passed. “I really hope that Mrs. Flemco doesn't make me run laps today.”

I see the gate at the end, separating the junk yard from the school, and seeing the school in broad daylight, I jumped onto a few boxes and machines, and grabbed the top of the fence. I stick my foot into a hole in the fence, and pull myself over the fence, and land on my ass like I usually do.

“...f***er! That's gonna hurt for a few days” I groan as I stood up, brushing the dirt off of myself. I check the watch. 7:24 AM. Okay, maybe I should get going.

I dash to get to 1st period (Science mind you), which was one of the closest classrooms to get to. I see a few people hanging around, some were looking at me since I run like a maniac on drugs that's creating a chase scene with the cops. Funny, they should actually get to class. After a few turns around corners, and a few times of running into people, I find myself next to the door of 1st period. Science. “You know, I wouldn't mind being late for today, but only if I didn't have this test.”

I see my seat vacant, and walk over there, but I get halted by the teacher. He looks pretty happy for his normal side. Maybe because today was the last school day of the year, and it was the first day of December?

“Gerald, there's no test today for you. In fact, there's no test at all.”

Oh thanks, just what I- wait, no test? Oh hell yeah! That's what I want to hear more often. No tests, and the last day of the year. Thank you!

“But, there is something that you need to do, however.”

“Yeah, what is it Mr. Felco?”

“We're going to have a special guest today from the Magil Organization, and I want you to be on your best behavior. Got it?”

“Yeah, whatever.”

I take the seat, and throw my bag on the floor, and put my head on the desk. I stayed up pretty late last night, playing games even though I should have been studying. Oh well, I can ace the class without studyig. I just feel like doing so is too much work.

[spoiler=Chapter 2: The Woman in the Mask (Written by Morpheous Erebos)]Hmm.... Where should I start with this? Do you really need my name? No, I suppose not, but I will allow you to know anyway. My name is Elyssa. Last name Uniden. I am one of the big wigs of the Magil Organization. If you've lived under a rock all your life, you wouldn't know what that is. It's an organization devoted to... What would you call it? I suppose I'll put it in simple terms for you. It gives magic to people. If you're actually smart enough to understand, I'll go into more detail. We siphon your magic in small amounts that you decide, then ship it to the person of your choice.

I'm actually very high up in this organization. I only have two bosses: The President - Zeph Cranoc, and the Vice-President - Pearl Riss. Most people call the latter P around the office. If you get the joke, give yourself a pat on the back. She's a stuck-up snob who always gets her way. This only happens, and feel free to notice the nepotism if you can recognize the word, because she's Zeph's daughter. Well, she doesn't like me too much, so guess who has to give this stupid speech at this stupid school? Yeah, if you had a single brain cell in your head you could tell it was me. Well, I'll have to be going.

"Uniden!" my boss calls in his... Oh, so, cheerful voice. He never DID learn my first name. "You had better be in your car on the way to that assembly in 5 minutes! I don't care what you have to do!"

"Yes, sir." I have to be kind to the boss. Always. If I even have one slip, it'd be my head. "I'll be there in 3." He doesn't care if I lie, which I do a lot, as long as I'm kind and I follow his rules. Seems like an okay relationship. I make my way to my car, and I'm on my way to my personal hell. High school, the death of all adults.

When I get there, this brat rams into me, knocking me about 5 inches backwards. Football star, no doubt... Well, to hell on earth I go. I get in there, give my little speech and get the hell out of there. I hate kids with a passion.

Once I get back to the office, I'm told to come to sit in on a transfer. "Learn what this place does" they said. I see them all just sitting around with the power siphon. Clever name, eh? Well, they all just get the power in there, but I see something out of the corner of my eye. They steal a bit of the power before sending it back. I see now. A little of it gets into my system, and I start to feel funny. Once the process is over, I go back to my office. I feel a little groggy still and I can't piece together what happened really. I put my head down on my desk and something strange happens. My papers begin to levitate. That magic must actually be inside me.

Once I figure out how long the organization has been doing this (about 10 years, just 5 after it was founded), which takes about 3 days to do my research, I quit. I wanted nothing to do with those philanderers. I form my own organization to do the same thing as they have, but I am going to do the right thing. I don't get much business though, because Magil has been around longer and they are more trustworthy to most people. I named my company the Magigram Service, offering the first 3 power transfers free. This helped, but not much. I still only rake in about 4 people a month, if I'm lucky. Oh, well. As they say, them's the breaks. I just hope business picks up soon, because I get bored in here a lot of the time.

More to come soon.

July 1, 2010