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Guile Fanfics
« on: January 19, 2013, 12:50:52 pm »
Exploiting the fact that Guile is lacking of real back story (if we disregard all the speculations)...  :twisted:

Sometimes I feel that it's enjoyable to write Guile fanfics because he is just half-developed in the game. There are references regarding his past, but never revealed completely. While for many other half-developed (or perhaps underdeveloped) characters, their accents just distract me, such as Zoah's caps lock accent, Greco's Spanish accent, Sneff's too many 'f' accent, etc...

'Doctor' Guile:
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/8824118/1/Curiosity

'Flawed Magician' Guile:
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/8761068/1/Flaws

More will be coming soon, including some old works which will be reposted in the future.

Feedbacks are welcome.  :)

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Re: Guile Fanfics
« Reply #1 on: January 19, 2013, 12:55:45 pm »
Keep it up, Biologist! You have a penchant for good verb choice.

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Re: Guile Fanfics
« Reply #2 on: April 21, 2013, 02:43:51 am »
CURIOSITY

The mean writer's block comes again. Well, this is just a strange idea; I don't know what has happened to my brain. The lab session and other similar studies seem to have led me to writing this story. Disregard the 'Guile is Magus' speculation. This focuses on Guile's WandaIn spell.

DISCLAIMER: Chrono Cross doesn't belong to me.

XXX

The light bulbs on the ceiling radiated dim yellow glow along the hallway. Noises of slippers hitting the wooden floor echoed as Serge walked.

Stopping in front of a wooden door, he looked to the left, then to the right. Nobody? Well, who wants to wander around the hallway of the inn at midnight? He looked ahead and gripped the doorknob. This time I'll find out how he can kill an enemy directly with his wand!

Surprisingly, he could push the door open. How come? He doesn't even lock the door… He gasped. Wait, there must be something wrong! Nobody is so careless. He gulped and closed his eyes. Beads of sweat trickled down his neck as he pushed the door open. I hope nothing has happened to him.

A creak. Serge immediately squinted as the whiteness of the room temporarily blinded him. It's so bright! What on earth is he doing? A few seconds later, he could see an empty bed further in front of him. Oddly, the bed was still neat as if it had just been tidied up. What the… Where is he?

Scratching his head, he looked at his left side. There was a wooden door which was shut tight. Heh, he must be in the bathroom then.

He looked at his right side, where he could see a chair and a desk. Atop the desk, a thick book lay open with a table lamp switched on. Hmm… Reading at midnight? How unusual!

Serge took off his slippers and tiptoed towards the desk. He looked down at the book, which contained nothing but blocks of texts. Oh, a novel! He bowed down a bit to read what the text was about. The mediastinum lies between the right and left pleuræ in and near the median sagittal plane of the chest… Um, what kind of novel is this?

All of a sudden, Serge heard a click and a creak. He's back! I gotta run! After wearing back his slippers, he ran towards the entrance. As he was about to get out, he felt a tight grip on his right hand. "Aw, man!" was what he could let out.

Turning around, Serge saw a green-eyed man in white pajamas. His long lavender hair was swaying like the waves atop the ocean.

Raising his thick lavender eyebrows, the man said firmly, "Serge, do not try to escape. Be responsible for what you've done!"

Serge stammered, "Um, Guile, p-please l-l-let me go! I d-d-didn't do anything, really!"

Guile chuckled. "Through your stammer, I know that you're lying."

Serge trembled.

"It appeared like I forgot to lock the door. Now, would you mind telling me what you've done while in my room?" Guile asked and released Serge's right hand.

Serge stuttered while pointing at the thick book. "Er, I e-e-entered the room a-and t-took a p-peek at that w-weird n-n-novel…"

"Novel?"

Serge nodded.

Guile smiled. "Tell me the truth now. Why are you here?"

Silence.

"Trust me, I won't hurt you."

A brief pause. Serge then said, "I only want to know how you can be so accurate with that spell."

"Spell?"

"Um, how can you kill your enemies instantly by piercing them with your wand?"

"Heh, since you can identify that novel as something odd for you, I'll let you know how. It's actually a medical textbook about anatomy."

"Anatomy?"

"I was a doctor at Truce three years ago," Guile had said.

Serge raised an eyebrow. "A doctor?"

"Yes, that's why I know which part of the enemies' body I must pierce to kill them immediately. For years I spent my life working as a general practitioner. But then…" Guile lowered his voice. "…there was an accident."

Serge scratched his head. "Are you kidding me?"

"I'm serious. A patient was crippled because of my carelessness. He had to get an injection but…I damaged his sciatic nerve upon doing the procedure."

Hmm... I don't understand what's all with that nerve... But anyway, I'm not thinking of becoming a doctor. "So?"

"It's doctor's responsibility to take care of the patient's health. Because of that, I was so stressful that I retired and decided to wear a mask to hide my face. Then, I spent my life as a jobless person by reading medical books…until an elf came and invited me to a place called Magic Guild. Partially because of my interest in human's brain and nervous system, I joined the guild and learned much about magic."

"Why are you still reading a medical book then?"

"Because…" Guile closed his eyes and smiled. "…I realize that one mistake isn't the end of everything. I believe that one day I can return to Truce and work as a doctor again. Also, doctors are devoted to lifelong learning. Medical studies are eternal."

Serge felt his eyes were growing wet. "I understand now."

Guile turned around. "Now, would you leave me alone?"

Serge stood still and answered, "Fine, good night then!"

With that, he turned around and walked out of the room. Before closing the door, he took a peek and saw that Guile was still reading the book.

Closing his eyes, he said to himself, Guile, I'm sure that one day your wish of becoming a great doctor will come true!

XXX

Note: Sciatic nerve is the largest nerve that controls the legs. The part about the mediastinum is taken from the textbook Gray's Anatomy. For those who play Chrono Cross but not Chrono Trigger, Truce is actually a place at Zenan.</p>


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Re: Guile Fanfics
« Reply #3 on: April 21, 2013, 02:48:33 am »
FLAWS

The rumor about 'Guile is Magus' is disregarded; it is just a speculation.

DISCLAIMER: Chrono Cross doesn't belong to me.

XXX

The yellowish glow of the hanging lamps couldn't reach that place; the place where Guile was standing with a glass of red wine in his right hand. There was no wind to cause his long blue hair to sway; nor was there the light to be reflected by his golden mask. Alone in the dark, he kept silent, although he could hear the sounds of yelling and glass clinking from afar. He did not wish to join the guests' chatters; he wished only to stay away from them now.

Can't I forget about that accident? He had thought.

He took another sip of his wine, hoping that the alcohol would end up damaging his brain and thus, causing him to forget his past. However, in no way he could do it now; the words he had spoken when he was young echoed in his ears.

"Once I grow up, I want to be a great magician!"

Suddenly, Guile could hear a soft voice coming from his conscience, which was growing louder and deeper as time passed. Close your eyes and relax, as if you are sleeping… Do not think of anything now… Let the oxygen fill and refresh your brain.

With that, Guile's eyes began to shut. Guile struggled not to close them, but the force was heavier than he had ever thought. His breath was getting more rhythmic as second by second passed. Thus, he could see, smell, and hear nothing. When he opened his eyes, he realized that he was standing on the invisible yet concrete floor of a black void. Then, the same soft voice talked to him.

Dream a little dream; children always do that, don't you think so? Slowly, the void gained colors, and Guile could see a little boy reading a book. He realized that for so long he had dreamt to be a splendid magician. Spending his childhood learning about magic from numerous books, he hoped that one day his dream would come true. He looked forward to mastering every sleight of hand that existed, in hopes that he could entertain many people.

The law of attraction is true, isn't it? The nature will give its answer at last. Guile remembered the happiest day of his life; when he was a teenager, when his parents enrolled him to the Magic Guild. Guile's curiosity about magic had driven him to study hard. He studied all day and all night, without spending much time hanging out with his friends. In three years, his hard work had paid off; he graduated and earned the title 'Rising Star' for his academic achievements.

Life is like a wheel, isn't it? Sometimes you're above, but sometimes you're below. Guile saw himself traveling across the Zenan Mainland. He stopped by the villages and towns, to pull a set of cards out of his sleeves, plunge some swords into a black box where his volunteer was being locked, and perform numerous tricks. He could be the happiest man alive, as his reputation had spread throughout Zenan like a wildfire… but there was one mistake. That fatal mistake had led him into an accident that had scarred him for his whole life; an incident that had caused him to hide his face behind a mask.

When everything is going smoothly, have you ever thought that you'll make a mistake? Guile shook his head as his vision turned to the spectrum of a rainbow. Slowly, he could see that there was a stage lying on the open field, on which he was standing and asking for a volunteer. Soon, a girl decided to walk up to the stage. Guile pulled out the staff from his left sleeve and waggled it, conjuring rings of flame around the girl. At that moment, he could hear the crowd cheering at him below the stage.

How do you feel when you do wrong unexpectedly? "Disappear!" That word reverberated in Guile's ears; the word he uttered in his final show. Moments later, he saw a fiery explosion, enveloping the entire field with dense grey smoke. When the smoke cleared, he looked at the audience. They were gawking, giving him the feeling that they were impressed. But suddenly, their faces changed; they frowned. Shocked, Guile trembled, as if he were standing at a cold place. He did not want to know the worst, but he finally turned, and found out that his worst nightmare had just happened. The girl, the volunteer, was lying on the ground, charred and motionless.

One mistake has started a life-threatening problem, hasn't it? All of a sudden, Guile could see audience as if they were real. They were walking towards him, teeth gritted and fists balled. Guile knew that he had accidentally killed his volunteer, but how could he explain that it was unintended? Everybody would not believe him and instead, they would beat him to death. He felt a surge of energy as the crowd was approaching him. Sweating excessively, he turned around and leapt, flying away to the ashen sky and never to return again.

But would it be better if you didn't escape and considered what you had done? Guile saw himself flying on the air, fighting against a storm. Like an aircraft being hit by a downpour and tossed around by the wind, he kept on flying. He spent almost a day of flying to flee from Zenan; he flew across both verdant lands and azure seas alike, while struggling against the natural adversaries. Lastly, the rain diminished into drizzle while the wind subdued. Coming to a halt in a forest, he found out that his adrenaline had worn off; he collapsed and couldn't rise anymore. His white garment was soaked with mud. Small leaves had even clumped on his sleeves. Breathless, helpless, and dying; there was nothing he could do, other than lying on the ground, shivering while waiting for an aid or perhaps, a miracle.

How did you feel after running away from that problem, you were found by a group of humans that was perhaps, part of the enraged audience? Guile saw his dying body lying on the ground. He felt that he would die in any minutes, but suddenly, he could see a man and a woman were approaching him. He might be safe, but what if these people belonged to the furious audience?

What did they do then? Guile saw the man hoisting him to a boat. There, he was laid on the wooden seat and covered with blanket. Thus, his vision went black again.

What happened afterward? Guile recalled that when he woke up, he found out that he was wearing pajamas, lying on the bed. He could see that the ceilings, the wall, and the floor of the room were made of wood. He simply lay there, until suddenly, he heard a some voices. He managed to leave his bed, but couldn't stand upright. Standing while holding a wooden pillar, he saw a man and a woman; the man's head dropped a bit.

Do you still remember what they were talking about? All of a sudden, Guile could hear their voices very clearly.

"Coming back already, Doc? What's the happening?" a woman's voice asked.

"My patient has just died because of an anaphylactic shock..." a man's voice replied sadly.

"What? This is probably the first time I heard that kind of news from you."

"It's my fault; I shouldn't have prescribed penicillin for her."

"Honestly, Doc, how could you know that she was allergic to that antibiotic?"

Slowly, their voices abated. Darkness had enveloped everything and blackened Guile's vision. Now, he realized that he was in the void.

He could hear a soft voice whispering to him. That happened years ago, and now that you had seen a number of scenes belonging to your past, do you understand what was the purpose of bringing back the memories about your past?

Shaking his head, Guile managed to say, "Could you clarify?"

Nobody is perfect.

"Pardon?"

Humans are but imperfect living beings. No matter how great they are, they will eventually make a mistake.

Silence.

You are a human, a living being that cannot escape from doing wrong. On the day you recovered, you requested someone to create a mask only to hide your face, didn't you?

"Y-yes…" Guile stammered.

On that day, you just seemed to be unable to forgive yourself. You must know that mistakes are inevitable, and the only way to live with them is by loving yourself, Guile. If you happen to do wrong, do not blame yourself.

A pause.

Moments later, Guile closed his eyes and said, "I think I…understand."

Excellent. You may now wake up and apply what you have learned. In a few seconds, you can feel that you are getting out of your trance state... You can see that the void is fading…and you will find yourself in reality soon.

The voice was fading; getting softer and softer, until it was gone. Guile could hear that the noises of scraping woods were growing louder and louder. Stench of beer and scent of wine were getting more vivid to his senses. He shook his head and opened his eyes, and saw that wooden chairs and tables were visible on his sight, with many people walking back and forth between the tables.

Realizing that the wine glass was still in his right hand, Guile decided to walk towards the counter and put the glass on it.

"You've done drinking, Sir Guile? The glass is still half full..." a woman's voice said.

Guile turned his attention to the source of the voice. It was a waitress that had called him.

Guile replied, "Yes, I'd rather not drink at this moment."

"Well, I thought that you always enjoy drinking…" the woman said, picking up the glass.

All of sudden, the glass slipped out of the waitress' hands. Before it hit the floor, the woman had managed to catch it, but the remaining wine had spilled, soaking Guile's boots in alcohol.

"I'm sorry, Sir Guile!" the woman gasped.

Guile simply smiled. "Mistake happens, miss. Nobody is perfect."

XXX