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Musictimes
Songs mostly catered to the bizarre Stockmarket AU, but which are also generally awesome.
Garbage - Sex Is Not The Enemy
No evolution, sometimes it depresses me
The same-old same-old keep repeating history
The institution curses curiosity
It's my conviction: sex is not the enemy.
Ficnote: Well. Tseng's not the themesong sort. But if this were a different universe...
Interpol - Obstacle 2
I'm gonna pull you in close, I'm gonna wrap you up tight
I'm gonna play with the braids that you came here with tonight
Ficnote: Hey, it has the word "obstacle" in it, sounds like a city being put through a wonderful shredder, and comes from Interpol.
Esthero ft. Shakari Nite - In The Mood
If the mood should hit'cha and you wanna
Baby, I don't mind
A little taste may relieve the tension
I feel inside
(...) I know you said it was over
But if you ever want to come over
You know I got what it takes
To make you feel nice
Because you gave yourself to another
But I suppose you haven't forgotten what my love tastes like
And she won't fuck you like I do
And you know that it's true cause
I have what she hasn't got
And I remember all your spots so -
Ficnote: Um. Yeah. So. That thing about affairs. Yeah. Uh huh.
Rob Thomas - This Is How A Heart Breaks
Don't you wanna go for a ride, just keep your hands inside
And make the most out of life; now don't you take it for granted.
Life is like a mean machine, it made a mess out of me
It left me caught between
Like an angry dream I was stranded, I was stranded
And I'm steady but I'm starting to shake
And I don't know how much more I can take
Ficnote: I'm just going to say the word "affair" a lot now. Affair affair affair.
Arctic Monkeys - I Bet You Look Good on the Dance Floor
Stop making the eyes at me,
I'll stop making the eyes at you.
What it is that surprises me is that I don't really want you to
Ficnote: AFFAIR AFFAIR AFFAIR
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Garbage - Sex Is Not The Enemy
No evolution, sometimes it depresses me
The same-old same-old keep repeating history
The institution curses curiosity
It's my conviction: sex is not the enemy.
Ficnote: Well. Tseng's not the themesong sort. But if this were a different universe...
Interpol - Obstacle 2
I'm gonna pull you in close, I'm gonna wrap you up tight
I'm gonna play with the braids that you came here with tonight
Ficnote: Hey, it has the word "obstacle" in it, sounds like a city being put through a wonderful shredder, and comes from Interpol.
Esthero ft. Shakari Nite - In The Mood
If the mood should hit'cha and you wanna
Baby, I don't mind
A little taste may relieve the tension
I feel inside
(...) I know you said it was over
But if you ever want to come over
You know I got what it takes
To make you feel nice
Because you gave yourself to another
But I suppose you haven't forgotten what my love tastes like
And she won't fuck you like I do
And you know that it's true cause
I have what she hasn't got
And I remember all your spots so -
Ficnote: Um. Yeah. So. That thing about affairs. Yeah. Uh huh.
Rob Thomas - This Is How A Heart Breaks
Don't you wanna go for a ride, just keep your hands inside
And make the most out of life; now don't you take it for granted.
Life is like a mean machine, it made a mess out of me
It left me caught between
Like an angry dream I was stranded, I was stranded
And I'm steady but I'm starting to shake
And I don't know how much more I can take
Ficnote: I'm just going to say the word "affair" a lot now. Affair affair affair.
Arctic Monkeys - I Bet You Look Good on the Dance Floor
Stop making the eyes at me,
I'll stop making the eyes at you.
What it is that surprises me is that I don't really want you to
Ficnote: AFFAIR AFFAIR AFFAIR
\o/
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sometime in the future
“Jump, capitalist pig! The party’s over!”
Balthier looks over the balustrade. The wind throws back his hair. He winces and leans to set his shoulders to the wall. “I hope that’s not for one of yours.”
Rufus moves to the rail slowly. Against his bare chest, he can feel the heat rising off Balthier’s skin. The updraft is raw and hot. The crowd below mills, raucous and unpleasant. He can see red hair. A fire truck would be ashamed of that dye job. “Reno.”
“Shit. I know him. Met in Frankfurt, once. Stalked me around the city for a week, begging for a ride. Entertaining. Thought he was a prostitute until he whipped out his business card. Never struck me as the kind to jump.”
“He’s not.” Rufus points down. “He’s the catcaller.” He points up. “Whoever’s on the ledge is one unlucky mug. It’s probably Rude. The man’s made of melodrama.”
Balthier grins. “I see you choose your employees for their entertainment value.” With a flick of his wrist he tosses the contents of his glass over the balcony, his cigarette butt to follow, and stalks back inside. Rufus turns his head to watch Balthier walk, but the rest of him stays facing outwards. He wonders if he’ll see the man jump.
“Jump,” Reno bellows, “you rotten bastard in your three-piece suit, your wingtip shoes, your Rolex watch and your damned suspenders, you who threw good hard-working men with dirt under their fingernails out of work! Juuuuuuump!”
For a fraction of a second, Rufus thinks Reno’s got the balls from somewhere to yell at them, but then, neither of them are wearing anything approximating a three-piece.
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Or maybe it's just reverse psychology. You're walking into this one, Bunansa. It's power and hot men and money and entertainment and the biggest finger you could ever flash your dead father.
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Holy fuck.
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“A drink before dinner, gentlemen?”
“Whiskey for my associate,” Rufus says, before Balthier can speak.
“We have on offer the Macallan Elegancia, single malt scotch whiskey exclusively matured in Spain—”
“Matured twelve years,” Rufus says, and smiles broadly. Balthier clenches his fist beneath the table. “That should suit your tastes, Bunansa?”
Balthier grins. He can’t not. “Double shot, if you please.” He quirks an eyebrow at Rufus's American-white smile. “If there’s two of them it takes the count up to twenty four years.”
“If that’s how you do your math, small wonder you’re in the state you’re in.” Rufus waves away the waiter.
Balthier pauses for effect as well as relative privacy. “New York?”
Rufus snorts. “Virtual bankruptcy.”
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He could be your pimp, if you'd just be his ho... He can buy you out. He can bring you up. He can make you everything you ever wanted to be.
Tseng, as a child, had few toys. He made domino pieces out of collected trash - matchboxes, hammered out bottlecaps, whatever was at hand, whatever he could turn to his uses - and enjoyed, in a quiet way, the massive effect one simple push could have on a series of so many other things.
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Using the Macallan as a weapon!!! Or at least an opening salvo. Ouch!
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THE FUTURE IS FULL OF FUCKING SCARY AWESOME CONGLOMERATES.
OH MY GOD.
OH
GOD.
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SWEET
I am enjoying this fic more than I enjoyed the actual game.
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We can always hope this becomes the plot for FFXXXVII. :beams:
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mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm insanity, tired, joy, sad, floppy balthier has no more fight in him, tseng is righteous, rufus is a pawn, reno shouts a lot of funny things.
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THOUGH
THERE IS SO GOING TO BE A SORT OF THING
IF BALTHIER REALLI REALLI STOLE TSENG'S RING
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I was vaguely thinking that maybe Tseng GAVE Balthier his ring this time. Just for the sake of it being the one thing that could stir Rufus. And Tseng, when he sees them together in bed (I'm sure he's got to feel some more hurt at that, even if he's been angling for it), goes and claims his ring back. Or something. Tseng knowing everyone's buttons.
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God, I butt in in very weird places. My fingers keep rearranging Tseng-things. STOP, FINGERS, FOR CHRISSAKE, YOU'RE A WRITER, NOT A BETA.
Rufus is going to level up. Level waaaay up.