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Evening at the Inn Pt. 9 (End) [READER]#~~FFVII, Set: Before Advent Children, Short Story~~#Evening at the Inn Pt. 9 (End) [READER] by ~Ragatuve
Why you? Out of all the wandering travellers in the world, why do the three world-terrorising remnants have to follow you? Meeting them once had been more than enough for you. Couldn’t it have been left at that? But no! You keep bumping into them and this time, they are actually tagging along!
You dismiss these thoughts and focus on the task at hand: somehow, you need to sneak in the Golden Sourcer and win a couple of races. There is no way you could afford 3000 gil for a ticket and there isn’t a chance you are even considering paying for those remnants if they dare to follow you into a public theme park. The last time you had entered this place, you had a lifelong ticket (which took a lot of racing to pay for). However, ever since the events in the wasteland you had lost your ticket after the remnants had scavenged through your belongings in search of the materia. To your good fortune, you still have a little GP and hav
Evening at the Inn Pt. 8 [READER]#~~FFVII, Set: Before Advent Children, Short Story~~#Evening at the Inn Pt. 8 [READER] by ~Ragatuve
You expect to hear one of his chilling laughs but surprisingly there is a short silence.
“Are you certain you want to know the answer?” You look at his expressionless face, trying to read and decipher it but to no avail. Do you even want to know? What if they do have it? All your efforts and struggles would have been for nothing. And what were you supposed to do if they did? Try and get it back again? Unlikely. You were probably better off not knowing, but your curiosity drives you to confirm your previous question,
“What happened to it?” you repeat, deliberately avoiding his question. His green, cat-like eyes continue to bore into you as if searching for something. You catch a glint in his eyes … perhaps it is just the fire? But a smirk also tugs at the corners of his mouth.
“What would you do if I told you we managed to retrieve it?” he asks softly.
“That doesn’t answer