| It's time to tune the catapult.
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| It's time to light the lights.
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| It's time to shatter dreams on Behind the Scenes tonight.
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| It's time to roll the cameras.
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| To warm up for the fights.
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| It's time to warn the medics that Behind the Scenes' tonight.
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| Why am I always tortured? Why must I fix each leak?
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| It's our dictatorial host, and why I'm not in every week.
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| And now let's get things started.
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| Why don't you get things started?
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| It's time to get things started.
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| On the most sensational...
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| ...confrontational...
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| ...overly painful...
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| ...so delayable...
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| This is what we call Behind the Scenes!
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| Yes, it's Behind the Scenes, ripping off other material since Day 1! Tonight's a very special show, as we not only praise the victors and console the losers of Season 21, but honour one of our own. That's right, it's Chisato's birthday!
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| Be that as it may, I'm still not wearing that stupid hat.
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| Aw, and Moppy spent so long gluing the toilet paper together.
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| Yeah, especially since Freya won't let me use "big boy" glue anymore.
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| Anyway, everyone here is proud to celebrate a happy twenty-second birthday for Chisato.
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| Um, as much as I remember what happened last time we looked too closely at Chisato's age, didn't she turn 22 last year?
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| And the year before that, and the year before that. It's one of the wonders of our times... you can't actually permanently age unless it's in the plot.
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| Yes, an entire league of ageless women... it's one of the reasons I joined, you know.
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| But... even if she doesn't physically age, shouldn't she legally...
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| You don't want to finish that. Just think of, oh, a few dozen heroines simultaneously facing the prospect of turning thirty. Besides, it's off topic.
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| Yeah. We can open my presents later, because it's showtime. Our first guests are our Light guests, Adray and Rebecca.
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| I was so close...
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| Don't worry. With some more experience, you may win one day.
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| Rebecca, you did your cast proud yet again, but fell short at the last step. How will you remember Season 21 for yourself?
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| He should have been dead... but at the last minute... aagh! Chisato, between this and Innes landing in Light, I have to say that this has been a disappointing season. To be so close and lose like that...
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| I know the feeling. Well, you still have a chance to upgrade.
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| Yes, there's that hope.
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| It's more than a hope. From what I've heard, that Jet fellow isn't much in a duel.
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| We'll see, Adray.
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| Heh, it'll be fun. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a victory party to go to.
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| Of course. Next up is Middle, with champion Ursula and runner-up Cait Sith.
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| I'm coming for you, Nina.
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| Well, shucks, I thought for sure I was gonna win.
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| Ursula, don't tell me there's another case of anger towards a Nina among the Breath of Fire cast. Because that's just getting cliché now.
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| Not hatred so much as competition. She and I spar regularly, so naturally I'd want to be in the same division as her.
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| Of course. Now, how do you plan on celebrating?
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| Cray and Ershin are taking me out to go get hammered. Ol' Kitty thinks he can outdrink me. Hah!
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| Hey, that's what Rufus is doing for me and Elena! Only he's calling it punishment, and I think real hammers may be involved.
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| Think about that the next time you decide to complain about me, boys.
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| Pfft. Please. Rufus is a child when compared to the depths to which you can sink when you want to.
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| Unfortunately, I don't have time to test that theory right now. Jack seems to have gone missing, so our sole Heavy guest is the champ. Hello, Zeal.
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| Hahahaha!
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| My, that's a rather... interesting smile you have there.
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| Hahahaha!
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| I can explain this one. You see, last week we strapped her down and shot her full of sedatives.
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| Yes, to reveal Magus' father. I know, I was there.
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| Yeah. Well, you see, we kind of got some of the chemicals mixed up. And, well...
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| Yes?
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| They made Smilex by accident? Hah!
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| Hahahaha!
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| I was wondering why her makeup was so garish.
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| Eh, Kefka's looks worse.
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| So all she can do is smile maniacally and laugh thanks to the mixture?
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| Actually, she's doing the laughing on her own. She did just win a title, you know. And she was never exactly the most stable woman to begin with.
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| Hahahaha!
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| Great. Now, let's finish with Godlike so I can dig into that cake.
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| I don't know, Tir. It looks like buttercream frosting to me.
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| Good eye, Ghaleon.
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| Tir, you made the Godlike finals. I don't think anyone here thought it would happen.
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| Yeah, who would have thought that a Silent Death would actually amount to anything in the arena?
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| Too true. I suppose that, even in loss, this is a great omen for you.
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| ...!
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| All right. Ghaleon, three championships. And yet, one question mark still remains on your record.
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| Piastol.
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| You're right. Besides the second Nina, she and you are the only back to back champions in the DL's history, and she did it in part by beating you. Do you think you can even the score should she enter the upcoming season?
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| I can't say for certain.
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| ...excuse me?
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| My best strategy failed before her before. I've trained hard, but I have no doubt that she's done so as well. Until I face her again, I can't stand here and say without a doubt that I can beat her.
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| I see.
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| And I should note that if her residence should strangely spontaneously combust before being torn apart by arcane lore, I had nothing to do with it. Let's have cake.
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| OK. Odin didn't make it, right?
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| Of course not.
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| Good, because I don't want a repeat of...
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| I had him go out and buy it.
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| And there's a special filling inside!
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| Hey baby, I'm your birthday wish come true!
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| Hey, there's no need to blush, little lady.
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| That's not blushing, playboy.
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| LITTLE... LADY...
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| I'd start running if I were you.
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| Go ahead and say it.
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| TIME TO DIE!!
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| Do you think she'd mind if we ate her cake?
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| Somehow, I get the feeling that she'll be too busy to care.
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| Ooh, chocolate fudge!
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| It's going straight to my eight thighs.
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| Hey, Gilgamesh, cut me off a piece with one of those roses on it, will you?
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| Sure thing, just as soon as I get the cameras. Bye. |