Part 68: Submarine Shennanigans

Chapter 19: Submarine Shennanigans

We don’t actually play FFV for a good chunk of the morning commute this time, as we are doing little hand ‘puppets’, a spider, a scientist (Which I guess is like when you make a fox with your hand for whatever reason) going to a coffee shop and getting chocolate chip bars and drinks, then to a farm to talk to a farmer, see cows, and eat ice cream. At the ‘coffee shop’ he makes a hand gesture that I suppose represents Exdeath and declares he is also at the shop.
“Can he fit in the coffee shop?”
”Uh-huh!”
“What does he get?”
He hems and haws on this one a little bit, first saying ”Nothing.” before deciding that he orders ”A ginger bread boy. It’s good!”
By the time we get around to him wanting to play it, there is only about enough time to do some misc stuff, like Catoblepas and shopping.

I hit Moore and buy some important spells that we’ll probably won’t use but man just in case. Get a few bits of armor, not much, and sell some chaff items to be able to afford a Heavy Lance for one of our dragoons. I’m sort of leery about investing too heavily in weaponry that will only work for one class when they may be changed at a whim.


He wants to go to Exdeath’s castle, so we try. He tells me to go in the castle. He always tells me to go in the castle.


“Where Ecks-deffs go?”
“He’s in here, but the way in is locked!”
”It locked?”
”Red gone?”
“The barrier is gone, but now we need to find a way past this door. They say the turtle might know.”


Heading through the tunnel to Shoat/Catoblepas, oh god these things are brutal.


We wander. I am so preoccupied with his questions I don’t even think to go in the forest. Maybe later.


“If we beat him, he’ll help us!”


”He grey? Magician grey?”
“He got turned to stone. Let me fix it…” I don’t have a ton of gold needles or phoenix downs at this point.


I beat him of course, but I am low on phoenix down. I pop poison on him, and use 1000 needles+Titan, managing my stoned dudes as I go. One is still stoned after.
”Get rid of grey.”
I use the needle. “Better?”
”Yeah!”


”They hunters?”
”He points to each and says ”He a hunter, and he a hunter, and he a hunter? They hunt magicians?” Where did this come from?
“They seem to be after us. I don’t know that they’re hunting for us though.”


The druid tags us with web.
”Where webs come from?” I point out the druid.
He states they are all hunters. He does this for almost every encounter. We are pretty low on consumables.


”No don’t go shopping.”
“I need to. Everyone is a dragon so I need to buy things to get them up without white magic.”
”Make all white” Err…

I try to convince him to mix it up a little, or only make some people white because man I want to use SOME heavy armor. Magic Knights are white kind of! Beastmasters? Thank goodness I didn’t buy much non-magic before this. Not that I could afford much non-magic.


”No I want all white.”

I have to titan a few batches of enemies to patch some glaring holes for armor and make sure I have all the white magic. Lenna gets her old gaia gear and the new golden hairpin. Our offense! Faris keeps Blue. I leave Black3 on Galuf for now and put Gaia on Bartz. Two of our white mages are unarmed.


”They sloooooow.”
Turtles, I guess. The fights are pretty fast with boosted Titan. He also calls them hunters.


Hunters, again, but then he asks;
”What they?”
“Some sort of weird ghost thing. Tearing out of the air?”
”They in the wall.”
Close enough.

There was a break of a few days over the weekend, and when we come back around to play again…

”No. Wrong magicians.”
“Well, okay.” It was too good to last. At least I got up to White 3?


He’s a bit sleepy still, so it takes awhile for him to settle on a party. It… isn’t bad. I pop Learning on Faris and Lenna. I want Aeroga.


”Why that new boat? Under water?”
“It’s a submarine!”



“I’m trying to find one of these guys who can turn into a fan bad guy.”
”Fan bad guy?”
“Why these magicians now?”
“Because you picked them.”


Getting Pond’s Chorus and getting turned into a frog gets no real commentary from him. He must be tired.
“Not the right old guy.”
”He old?”
“At least he looks old. He has that big beard.”



”He bad now?”
“No, he just changed to look like him.”


”Go in there!” He points to the door that just opened.


“Should we hit this switch?”
”Uh-huh!”
“It makes a new path!”


Score. Look out Exdeath… if I have one of these highlighted classes when we fight. Then you are SO TOAST.


”That kid?”
“The old guy turns into the kid sometimes.”


”Don’t fight them!”
“Okay.” They’re annoying to fight anyway. I flee. I spend a lot of time charging the ol’ chicken knife looking for an Enchanted Fan Metamorph.


“Lets jump down with the turtle!”
He nods.


Ghido and his Exdeath chat doesn’t get that much commentary. He’s seen him before, I suppose. Also he might just be a bit tired. He seems pretty smile-y about it though.


”Who say that?”
“The turtle!”


We get the key to move on.


“That’s the fan bad guy!”
”Fan bad guy?”
“Now we just need him to cast his spell at us.”
He pegs Galuf with it first so I need to wait a few more changes.


“Now we have his wind spell!”


”Keep these magicians.”
“We can use them on the way home!”
If he doesn’t change them up on me this isn’t terrible by any stretch with my secondaries.

Next time: The Forest of Moore