Dissidia Final Fantasy

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Meanwhile, far above them and out of sight, a lone figure peered down at them angrily. His clothes suggested he was a jester of some sort, but the grim truth was far from that. A half-empty bottle of liquid dangled in one of his pale hands, the contents the same color as the wine the moogles had served earlier. “Those sons of submariners!" he cursed, stamping his foot with a scowl. "I practically hand them those three on a plate, give them some brain-washing elixir, and they STILL manage to mess things up!?” His demeanor shifted, his rage giving way to a sudden impassiveness. “Eh, no matter. There are still more warriors to catch.

They’ll get it right next time, or else they’ll get a SMACK….on the pompom!” He cackled wickedly, throwing back his head and letting out a cruel laugh. Next time those Warriors of Cosmos would be his loyal slaves…but for now, he’d settle for posting risqué stories about them on fanfiction websites. And, with a wave of his hands, the man vanished into the night to do just that.