| Vagrant Story: The Second Shortest Vagrant Story Fanfic Ever
Just because I could! Again, very few spoilers. Odd, isn't it? ===== |
| (SCENE: Inside the Bardoba mansion. SYDNEY LOSSTAROT and JOHN HARDIN
are here. Under one of HARDIN's arms is the limp body of JOSHUA BARDOBA.
Strewn around them are the bodies of cultists and Bardoban retainers alike;
their faces are hellishly lit by the fire that ravages one end of the mansion.
HARDIN's sword drips blood, as do SYDNEY's claws.)
HARDIN: The soldiers are almost here! We have to go NOW! SYDNEY: Did you find it? HARDIN: No, but we've got the boy. Bardoba will HAVE to deal with us. SYDNEY: Very well. Let us go... HARDIN: ...Where are we going? SYDNEY: To Lea Monde. HARDIN: Lea Monde?! SYDNEY: Yes. (SYDNEY and HARDIN creep from the mansion, JOSHUA still in tow. They move quickly and silently through the gardens at the back of the mansion. Suddenly, a platoon of soldiers leaps from the foliage and surrounds them.) SOLDIER: You're under arrest! SYDNEY: ... Damn! (The soldiers escort SYDNEY and HARDIN off to jail. The unconscious JOSHUA is revived and restored to his father, the Duke of Bardoba.) (CURTAIN.) |
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===== COMMENTS: Whee! |