DISCLAIMER: The following characters all appear in Final Fantasy X and are owned by Squaresoft. Not me.
"We did it! We did it!"
Rikku leapt jubilantly into the air, the blue ribbons that trailed down her back fluttering after her in the slight breeze of the Calm Lands. They had all been a bit panicked when Seymour had appeared for what seemed to her like the billionth time. She had been certain that they'd killed him for good the last time. Of course, she had also thought so the time before that. And the time before that. Anyway, they hadn't been expecting him, or they never would have assured Yuna and Tidus that they could go off and do who knew what (Well, Rikku had a pretty good idea of what—heehee!). And they definitely wouldn't have allowed Kimahri to go with them as a chaperone. But even with their summoner and two fellow guardians gone, Rikku, Auron, Lulu, and Wakka had managed to defeat the pesky powerful half- Guado.
Rikku was particularly proud of the victory. She had been fiddling with some parts from an anti-magic field generator and created a small device that had greatly limited Seymour's power. Without having to worry so much about dodging magic attacks—and decked out in the zombie-proof armor she had customized for them—they were able to be more reckless than was usual. And so they had won.
She high-fived Wakka, who stood next to her. He laughed and spiked his blitzball into the air. Lulu simply looked quietly pleased.
Auron, on the other hand, interrupted them. "Hmph. Calm yourselves. We're not done yet."
Wakka caught his blitzball. "Huh?"
"Aw, Auron, don't be a killjoy," said Rikku. "We won!"
"Yes. But we've won against Seymour before," Auron said. "And he always comes back."
Lulu's crimson eyes widened slightly in comprehension. "We need to send him. But our summoner is absent."
"Oh." Rikku frowned. She had forgotten about that. "So what do we do now?"
Wakka crossed his arms. "Hmm." After a moment he looked up. "Hey, Lu? You got the strongest magic. Do you think that maybe--?"
Lulu shook her head, the ornaments on her braids clicking together. "No. I know very little of white magic. And anyway, I am not trained in the sending ritual."
The quartet fell into silence again. Rikku looked over at the unmoving form of Seymour and scowled. Stupid Seymour, who'd never stay dead. He either had to stay down or become less of a threat. How was it that the more they defeated him, the stronger he grew each time? She grinned slightly. He hadn't been too strong today, not after she'd tried her new machina gadget out on him. Rikku cheerfully remembered the look of furious surprise on his face after she'd pressed the button. No more Ultima spells from him!
As she looked proudly at her creation, a thought occurred to her. With a little modification, she could probably increase the power of the device to nullify Seymour's high-caliber magic completely. What if she extended it, to cancel out all the special privileges of being an unsent? Or most of them, at least—he still wouldn't die be normal means. But it ought to be an easy enough process. Some Holy Water, a few Candles of Life, maybe a Farplane Wind for good measure...Her grin broadened.
"Auron," she asked innocently, "how long would you be able to keep him unconscious for?"
"A few hours, perhaps," Auron replied. His good eye narrowed suspiciously behind his sunglasses. "Why?"
Rikku flipped her invention over in her hand. "I have an idea..."
Seymour slowly raised his throbbing head. Why did he feel so weak? He then remembered, with disgusted groan, the battle. It was bad enough that he had lost. But to lose to only four of them, without Yuna... Humiliating.
What rankled him most of all was that Al Bhed girl. What had she done to him? She'd hopped forward with a machina and pointed it at him, whooping in surprised glee when he'd stumbled. Seymour had encountered anti-magic fields before, and had long ago been able to shatter them. What had been different about this one? He'd felt his power drawn away from him and disintegrated. He had continued to fight, but it had been hopeless without his magic.
Where was he? The Farplane? No. His head hurt; there were no physical pains on the Farplane, since one did not have a physical self. In addition to his headache, Seymour became aware of a something pressing lightly on his neck.
He opened his eyes, vision blurry. The bright blurs in front of him resolved themselves into two very wide, swirling green eyes that stood out of an impish face.
"Hey, he's up!"
The chipper voice caught Seymour by surprise and he thunked backwards. He looked up to see the Al Bhed girl grinning over him.
His lip curled in distaste. "Get away from me, you little brat." He cried out in surprise as a small electric shock crackled around his neck.
"It's rude to call names," said the Al Bhed, flipping a small machina controller in her hand.
Seymour reached up with one large hand. His fingers met a smooth metal band that encircled his entire neck. He found the seam, but the band would not separate. He glared at the girl. "What is this?"
She beamed. "You like? It's a power nullifier. I named it Calhoun." She gestured at the controller in her hand.
Seymour remembered the machina she had pointed at him, the thing that had leeched away his power. "You made this?"
"Yep. The original—the one you saw earlier—was basically an amped-up anti-magic field device. This one goes a bit farther and makes you as harmless as baby chocobo. Go ahead—try and zap me."
Gladly, Seymour thought as he sat up and raised his hand. He willed a tongue of lightning to move between his fingers, to gather there and blast the annoying Al Bhed into oblivion, but it did not come. He concentrated harder, beads of sweat forming on his furrowed brow. Still nothing.
The girl stood nonchalantly fiddling with one of her blond braids. "See? You can't do anything."
Seymour composed himself, hiding his intense frustration. "And what is the point of this?"
"To keep you here till Yunie gets back and can send you," she replied. "In the meantime, I'm in charge of you. And all of us are planning on having some fun while we're at it."
Seymour, in the relatively unfamiliar position of being the weakest one in the group, suddenly felt very nervous about what "fun" would entail.
"Rikku!" called a voice Seymour recognized as Auron's from the campfire a few yards away. "We're eating."
"Okay!" she called back. "Gotta go," she said to Seymour. "Do you need to eat? Ah, well, I'll bring you food in the morning. Nighty-night!"
She pressed a button on the controller, and before Seymour had time to wonder why she was bidding him good night this early in the evening, he toppled over fast asleep.