Had a mental image today.
A final fantasy 6 battle, like the last one, with all of your fighters cycling out if they died during the switching of the fights.
Instead of fighting the goddesses statues or kefka, they're fighting an Amano styled prince of the universe with a katamari ball.
When the ball hits the characters it takes armor or defense stats.
If the characters die, they stick to the ball.
(also imagining magitek armor sticking ro the ball 🤣)
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FFXIV Write Day 9: Fair
Post-EW timeline (no spoilers really, though), ~700 words
Rashe'a plays a trick on the kids in his family and winds up on the wrong side of their parents for it.
Rashe’a had found a foolproof way to enjoy a quiet morning.
He wasn’t unhappy, per se, to be helping his mother and sister build their new homestead, right next to his aunt Eline’s. After the chaos and the stress of the Final Days, a little hearthside boredom was perfectly welcome, and he’d stay and help as long as they needed. Daca’li was still recovering, after all, and wasn’t as much help as Rashe’a knew he wanted to be.
No, Rashe’a had simply never really figured out how to deal with kits. The older ones could be a help, sure, but the youngest seemed to find the worst times to be underfoot. He loved them, really, but they had absolutely no sense of timing. Well, it had taken a while, but he’d come up with the perfect distraction for them, and, to the obvious surprise of his mother, sister, aunt and uncle, had offered to keep them busy that night.
He’d challenged them to a game of hide and seek, named Linna’to the seeker, and had promptly hidden himself on the bed of the Whilom River, confident they’d be looking for him right up till dawn broke. He hadn’t accompanied his uncle to Doma with the intent of benefiting from it personally, but he had to admit the Kojin’s blessing came in handy now and again.
He was both right and wrong, as it turned out - it took only two hours for him to be found, but it wasn’t one of the kits that found him. Instead, as he was beginning to doze off, Daca’li’s head broke the surface of the water above him. He was trying to look disapproving, although Rashe’a recognized the evidence of repressed laughter on his face.
“This ain’t fair!” he yelled. “What kind of a hiding place is this? May as well climb to the top of a tree where they can’t follow you!” Ah, well, it had been nice while it lasted.
“An’ when they hide underneath furniture it’s fair?” Admitting defeat, he got to his feet, lifting himself out of the water and shaking the droplets from his head, brushing the wet strands from his eyes. Daca’li pulled himself upright and set to wringing out his own, longer hair. “I was perfectly visible, they’ve got nothing to complain about.”
“Oh, aye, you were perfectly visible.” As Rashe’a’s vision cleared and focused, he caught sight of a small, blue-haired head peeking out at him from behind his uncle. “So visible that Naih ran cryin’ back to her ma yellin’ that her uncle’d drowned.” He put a hand on the girl’s head and looked down at her. “He’s your cousin, by the way,” he told her. “I’m his uncle. And see, he’s not drowned, he’s fine. But don’t you or any of the others try that yourself.”
“Ah, come now, don’t demote me. There’s no need to be mean about it.” Rashe’a got as much water as he was going to off of his clothes and held a hand out in the direction of home, signaling his readiness to leave.
Daca’li hefted his daughter up into his arms and they set off. “Oh, I’m just having fun with you. You'll get it back eventually. Now, Tahl, she’s definitely going to have some choice words for you about how you made her daughter cry. And,” he said, turning and giving Rashe’a a smile that seemed almost threatening, “I’m pretty sure Eline’s gone and told your ma by now if Linna'to hasn't, so—“
Rashe’a felt every strand of fur on his tail stand up straight. “I— She understands there’s no harm done, right? You told her I was fine? Nothing to be worried about?” He hadn’t actually meant to worry anyone, least of all his ma. What’s more, he certainly didn’t want to be consigned to digging out new vegetable beds for the next fortnight.
Daca’li shrugged, still smiling. “I don’t know what got said or what she’s thinkin’. Tahl was demandin' I find out what was going on with you, and my daughter was cryin’ at me, so I just headed out. She probably ain’t happy though.”
Rashe’a took a deep breath. It was probably fine. It wouldn’t be a big deal. She’d understand. …Still, it was probably best to get home as quickly as he could. So he could dry off. He was starting to shiver, after all.
Because he was cold, of course. From the water.
He heard Daca’li break out into laughter behind him as he broke into a run.
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