The Second Annual CT/FF Beauty Pageant, Part Seven : Oooo... my head.... : .... mommy... : Pathetic... mwahaha... : Let's... check in with... Atma...! Back Stage : It's about time Edge got to me, I'm here backstage to interview some of the contestants that've already participated : ... : Ah yes, first we have Porom : ...?! : Porom, you have once again gone on stage only to faint. What's the deal? : I didn't know I had to prepare a display... : Well that was a display of sorts : Next year, watch out! : Whatever you say. Rydia has also stopped by to say a few words : Yeah! I'm sure to win! No tripping and the best summoned monster there is! : Well I don't know about the best ever... Ark is supposed to be more powerful, oh, or Knights of the Round... : ... shup! It's not like anyone else has even tried : True enough, thanks for taking the time to be interviewed : No problem! : One more interview and Kefka should be about ready to start with the Final Fantasy Nine gang : Hello, vile creation of doom : Ah, Rosa; a nice performance I must say : Thank you, with my skill it was easy : And none of that messy stuff from last year, heh heh heh : We could try it again, put this apple on your head : Uh... : *steps forward with the apple* : *runs* Edge, Kefka... back to you! The Other Side Of The Stage : Ugh... well, we're almost done; let's get this over with. In backwards order or appearance, the Final Fantasy Nine girls, starting with Eiko : Hello! : Eiko is from Madain Sari, the summoner's village. Or at least what's left of it : That's right, look, I've got a horn! : ... very nice : And mog! : Kupo? : Not you, a different moogle named mog : Kupopopo! : Yup, she's my baby sister! : Ok then, enough of that; what are you going to do for us? : I'm going to play on my flute! : What song? : I... don't know... : Never heard of it : Whatever, listen! *plays the flute* Audience: Oooo : Nice, are you done? : You interrupted! : Mwaha, so I did. Bye! : *glares at Kefka* HOLY!! : Ack! Why you little...! : *laughs and runs* : *chases* : That was a catchy flute rhythem... but the host is currently indisposed... back to you Atma! Back Stage Once More : Thanks Edge, I'm now standing here with the female cast of Final Fantasy Five : Hi : Greetings : Arrrgh : I see you've gone back to regular clothes : Little known fact about white mage outfits, they get really itchy : I'm not even going to start on why I prefer these clothes to my dancer outfit : Ahoy ye mateys! Scurvey sea dogs that ye be! : ...? : Arr, me pirate accent had to be stifled fer the pageant. Now I feel like me normal self once more : I'm... happy for you, I guess : Tis hard work ta speak courtly, by the briney beard of Neptune, tis! : Clothes aside, how do you all feel, having participated for the first time in this pageanty thing : It was great fun, I got to beat on a psychotic clown : And everyone seemed to like me : Arr, next time I'll be true ta me own pirate nature! : So what do you think of your competition? : Oh, come on; what competition? : Really, this is a beauty pageant, who cares if they summon monsters or shoot apples : D'arr, I just came fer the food! : Well ok, of you three: who do you think has the best chances? : Me : *goes to get food* : You?! : Heh heh heh : C'mon Lenna, you're pretty and all, but I'm way cuter : Cuter? Sure, maybe; but this is a beauty pageant, not some cutsey kiddie... thing! : I think we'd better get back to you, Edge Front Stage : Thank you, Atma; you really should watch what you say to some of these people : Phooie, stupid kids... : Kefka's a little out of breath, Eiko led him around the building three times before he gave up on her : I'm fine! Next out is Freya : Good evening : Freya is from Burmecia, the rat country : ... that's right : She's a dragoon, as you can tell from the armor : You mean, 'dragon knight' : I do? : I think he means 'lancer' : No, he definitly means 'dragoon' : I don't know what I mean : I have cool armor and I jump high, that's what really counts : Sure, well ok; can you demonstrate? : *jumps* Audience: High...! : Pretty good : Only 'pretty good'? : That's right : Uncultured swine : *moves to push Freya off the stage* : *jumps up and spears Kefka* : Ack...! Audience: Woo! : *waves and jumps away* : Just... one more... left.... : Kefka's really having a rough time... isn't it great? : ... zzz... : Let's get back to Atma while someone wakes Kefka up Back Stage Yet Again : They ignore me for the first sixty percent and then all of a sudden it's "Let's check in with Atma, again." No organization, I tells ya... : Aww, get over it : It's you! You messed up my plans last year...! : Everything worked out in the end though, right? : Kinda... anyways, you didn't cause quite as much havoc this time around : The night's young, tee hee! : I don't think Kefka can take any more punishment : All the more reason then; he still hasn't given back my brush : *stumbles past* : Oh, Celes! Not quite as good a showing this year : Maybe if you people didn't allow gurrilla warfare to go on, than things would go a little smoother around here : Hey, take it up with security, I'm just a reporter : Maybe I will... : *runs by* : Hey, Ayla... wait! : What you want? : Any comments on the pageant? : For 'battle arena', there hardly any fighting! : Well I suppose that's true to a certain point... : So Ayla go find something to fight! *dashes off* : Hello : Ah, Schala. You didn't have the greatest showing, I must say : As I said, it was a last minute call : Snork! : Well said, on that note, back to you, Edge Back Again To Kefka And Edge : Thanks Atma; there's just one contestant left : Finally, the last one... Garnet : It is a pleasure to be here : Princess Garnet Til Alexandros, of Alexandria, is a summoner and a white mage; like Eiko : Eiko and I have much in common : Let's not hint at plot details just yet, the game isn't that old : As you wish : So what have you got for us? : I shall sing a song : Not a love song, I hope : ... Just keep your distance : Why do you have to sing? : The reasons are two fold. Firstly, the previous year's winner gained great favor by reciting a song. Secondly, the animated .gif of me is singing : Well ok then, let's wrap this up : Alone for a while I've been searching through the dark, To weave by picking up the pieces that remain. Melodies of Life-Love's lost refrain. Our paths they did cross, though I cannot say just why, We met, we laughed, we held on fast, and then we said goodbye, And who'll hear the echoes of stories never told? Let them ring out loud till they unfold. In my dearest memories, I see you reaching out to me. Though you're gone, I still believe that you can call out my name. A voice from the past, joining yours and mine. Adding the layers of harmony. And so it goes, on and on. Melodies of life. To the sky beyond the flying birds-forever and beyond. Audience: *applaudes* : Wow, that was pretty good : There's more to it than that : Save it for another time : ... As you please : That's it! Finally, we're done! : At the least, we've seen all of this year's competitors : Judges, let's wrap it up! Who's the winner? : Uh...? : C'mon, c'mon! : Give us a while, it's not an easy decision to make : This isn't going to take three months like last year, is it? : I don't think so, but who knows? : *falls down in exasperation* : We have to save the coronation until the next part anyway : When... when will this all end...? : So who will be this year's winner? The Coronation
: Oooo... my head....
: .... mommy...
: Pathetic... mwahaha...
: Let's... check in with... Atma...!
Back Stage
: It's about time Edge got to me, I'm here backstage to interview some of the contestants that've already participated
: ...
: Ah yes, first we have Porom
: ...?!
: Porom, you have once again gone on stage only to faint. What's the deal?
: I didn't know I had to prepare a display...
: Well that was a display of sorts
: Next year, watch out!
: Whatever you say. Rydia has also stopped by to say a few words
: Yeah! I'm sure to win! No tripping and the best summoned monster there is!
: Well I don't know about the best ever... Ark is supposed to be more powerful, oh, or Knights of the Round...
: ... shup! It's not like anyone else has even tried
: True enough, thanks for taking the time to be interviewed
: No problem!
: One more interview and Kefka should be about ready to start with the Final Fantasy Nine gang
: Hello, vile creation of doom
: Ah, Rosa; a nice performance I must say
: Thank you, with my skill it was easy
: And none of that messy stuff from last year, heh heh heh
: We could try it again, put this apple on your head
: Uh...
: *steps forward with the apple*
: *runs* Edge, Kefka... back to you!
The Other Side Of The Stage
: Ugh... well, we're almost done; let's get this over with. In backwards order or appearance, the Final Fantasy Nine girls, starting with Eiko
: Hello!
: Eiko is from Madain Sari, the summoner's village. Or at least what's left of it
: That's right, look, I've got a horn!
: ... very nice
: And mog!
: Kupo?
: Not you, a different moogle named mog
: Kupopopo!
: Yup, she's my baby sister!
: Ok then, enough of that; what are you going to do for us?
: I'm going to play on my flute!
: What song?
: I... don't know...
: Never heard of it
: Whatever, listen! *plays the flute*
Audience: Oooo
: Nice, are you done?
: You interrupted!
: Mwaha, so I did. Bye!
: *glares at Kefka* HOLY!!
: Ack! Why you little...!
: *laughs and runs*
: *chases*
: That was a catchy flute rhythem... but the host is currently indisposed... back to you Atma!
Back Stage Once More
: Thanks Edge, I'm now standing here with the female cast of Final Fantasy Five
: Hi
: Greetings
: Arrrgh
: I see you've gone back to regular clothes
: Little known fact about white mage outfits, they get really itchy
: I'm not even going to start on why I prefer these clothes to my dancer outfit
: Ahoy ye mateys! Scurvey sea dogs that ye be!
: ...?
: Arr, me pirate accent had to be stifled fer the pageant. Now I feel like me normal self once more
: I'm... happy for you, I guess
: Tis hard work ta speak courtly, by the briney beard of Neptune, tis!
: Clothes aside, how do you all feel, having participated for the first time in this pageanty thing
: It was great fun, I got to beat on a psychotic clown
: And everyone seemed to like me
: Arr, next time I'll be true ta me own pirate nature!
: So what do you think of your competition?
: Oh, come on; what competition?
: Really, this is a beauty pageant, who cares if they summon monsters or shoot apples
: D'arr, I just came fer the food!
: Well ok, of you three: who do you think has the best chances?
: Me
: *goes to get food*
: You?!
: Heh heh heh
: C'mon Lenna, you're pretty and all, but I'm way cuter
: Cuter? Sure, maybe; but this is a beauty pageant, not some cutsey kiddie... thing!
: I think we'd better get back to you, Edge
Front Stage
: Thank you, Atma; you really should watch what you say to some of these people
: Phooie, stupid kids...
: Kefka's a little out of breath, Eiko led him around the building three times before he gave up on her
: I'm fine! Next out is Freya
: Good evening
: Freya is from Burmecia, the rat country
: ... that's right
: She's a dragoon, as you can tell from the armor
: You mean, 'dragon knight'
: I do?
: I think he means 'lancer'
: No, he definitly means 'dragoon'
: I don't know what I mean
: I have cool armor and I jump high, that's what really counts
: Sure, well ok; can you demonstrate?
: *jumps*
Audience: High...!
: Pretty good
: Only 'pretty good'?
: That's right
: Uncultured swine
: *moves to push Freya off the stage*
: *jumps up and spears Kefka*
: Ack...!
Audience: Woo!
: *waves and jumps away*
: Just... one more... left....
: Kefka's really having a rough time... isn't it great?
: ... zzz...
: Let's get back to Atma while someone wakes Kefka up
Back Stage Yet Again
: They ignore me for the first sixty percent and then all of a sudden it's "Let's check in with Atma, again." No organization, I tells ya...
: Aww, get over it
: It's you! You messed up my plans last year...!
: Everything worked out in the end though, right?
: Kinda... anyways, you didn't cause quite as much havoc this time around
: The night's young, tee hee!
: I don't think Kefka can take any more punishment
: All the more reason then; he still hasn't given back my brush
: *stumbles past*
: Oh, Celes! Not quite as good a showing this year
: Maybe if you people didn't allow gurrilla warfare to go on, than things would go a little smoother around here
: Hey, take it up with security, I'm just a reporter
: Maybe I will...
: *runs by*
: Hey, Ayla... wait!
: What you want?
: Any comments on the pageant?
: For 'battle arena', there hardly any fighting!
: Well I suppose that's true to a certain point...
: So Ayla go find something to fight! *dashes off*
: Hello
: Ah, Schala. You didn't have the greatest showing, I must say
: As I said, it was a last minute call
: Snork!
: Well said, on that note, back to you, Edge
Back Again To Kefka And Edge
: Thanks Atma; there's just one contestant left
: Finally, the last one... Garnet
: It is a pleasure to be here
: Princess Garnet Til Alexandros, of Alexandria, is a summoner and a white mage; like Eiko
: Eiko and I have much in common
: Let's not hint at plot details just yet, the game isn't that old
: As you wish
: So what have you got for us?
: I shall sing a song
: Not a love song, I hope
: ... Just keep your distance
: Why do you have to sing?
: The reasons are two fold. Firstly, the previous year's winner gained great favor by reciting a song. Secondly, the animated .gif of me is singing
: Well ok then, let's wrap this up
:
Our paths they did cross, though I cannot say just why, We met, we laughed, we held on fast, and then we said goodbye, And who'll hear the echoes of stories never told? Let them ring out loud till they unfold.
In my dearest memories, I see you reaching out to me. Though you're gone, I still believe that you can call out my name.
A voice from the past, joining yours and mine. Adding the layers of harmony. And so it goes, on and on. Melodies of life. To the sky beyond the flying birds-forever and beyond.
Audience: *applaudes*
: Wow, that was pretty good
: There's more to it than that
: Save it for another time
: ... As you please
: That's it! Finally, we're done!
: At the least, we've seen all of this year's competitors
: Judges, let's wrap it up! Who's the winner?
: Uh...?
: C'mon, c'mon!
: Give us a while, it's not an easy decision to make
: This isn't going to take three months like last year, is it?
: I don't think so, but who knows?
: *falls down in exasperation*
: We have to save the coronation until the next part anyway
: When... when will this all end...?
: So who will be this year's winner?
The Coronation
