Disclaimer:I Don't own FFTA or FFT. Square Enix does, and now Nintendo owns Square. I do not own any of the characters, or anything else but a cartrige and this fanfic. Enjoy.
This takes place several years after Marche and the foreigners had left Ivalice, and those who ever knew them personally either vowed to keep their mouth shut or have passed on. Now, the story of Marche and Co is still very popular, but no eyewitness record has been found. Nowadays, the tale has become a story you tell to fussy children who refuse to go to bed.
"Kelly. Wake up. Chores don't finish themselves."
Kelly looked up to see Sybil looking down at her. Kelly buried herself in the covers and groaned.
"Kelly. Get up right now."
"Five more minutes."
"Five more minutes means chores are left unfinished for five more mintues and you'll have to spend extra time doing them. Come on! All of Muscadet is awake but you!"
A swift kick to Kelly's rump ended futher argument.
It was a fine day in the month of Bardmoon. Kelly had finished the said chores and now was relaxing on a grassy hill by her house.
Before she fell asleep, a bubble landed on her nose. Curious, Kelly flicked it with her ear. It popped, sending soap spraying, some getting into her eye. After blinking a few times, she noticed more bubbles coming from the other side of the hill.
There was a young archer, about Kelly's age, blowing bubbles with a wand. It seemed that he had not a care in the world. Ragnarok could be ensuing, and he would not care. Someone could be doing a strip tease in front of him and he would continue blowing bubbles. Kelly was unsure of what to do. Should she poke him? Say something? Leave? Pop his bubbles and see what he did? She decided on the latter. Unsheathing her rapier, Kelly poked each each bubble into submission.
The boy looked at her with mild interest. She detected a slight frown, but the boy said nothing. He looked at Kelly for a few seconds, and then dipped his wand into the solution and started blowing anew.
"God, this kid must be either obsessed with bubbles or funny in the head," Kelly thought. She left, almost dissapointed.
The kid saw her leave, and left also.
The next day Kelly was washing the dishes when a large pink bubble the size of her head strayed near her hair. Kelly popped it absently, only to be drenched in soapy stuff. She finished as quickly as she could, and vowed the would get that bubble boy and give him a beating he would remember. After changing into some dry clothes Kelly left for the hill. Unfortunatly for her, and fortunatly for the boy, he was not there. She stomped her way back home, only to have a hissy fit when she saw that, thinking she would do Kelly a favor, Sybil had her bath ready, and to Kelly's dismay, there were bubbles in it.
That evening, the boy looked around, plopped his bum on his side of the hill and started mixing his solution when he noticed it was uncomfortably quiet. He froze. The birds were silent. Nothing stirred. He felt very vulnerable and a tad bit scared. Something was going to happen. But what?
A bucket of cold water was dumped on his head.
"You! You're going to pay for what you did today!"
The boy looked up. "I have a name. It's Lester."
"Well, Lester, you messed with the wrong viera!"
Lester looked at Kelly calmy. "Excuse me? You popped my bubbles."
Kelly stood, bucket in hand. "Well, um, it still wasn't very nice to blow that big pink one."
Lester looked at Kelly in a quizzical fashion. "Never mind. Blow bubbles with me. It's relaxing."
Kelly looked as if she was ernestly trying to restrain herself from choking someone. Finally she lay down deside him and popped whatever bubbles he blew.
"Why don't you pop your own bubbles, Lester?"
Lester looked at Kelly, and studied one of his bubbles. "Okay, what'syername. I'll pop one."
"It's Kelly."
Lester took an arrow, fitted it on his bow, and let it loose, and it tore neatly into the bubble, sending spray floating everywhere.
Just then a Judge was passing by. He blew on his whistle. "Infraction of a Rank 6 Law! Unit goes directly to prison!"
He rushed over to Lester, and he arrested him. Kelly stood in shock. But Lester didn't seem to be angry or anything. He chuckled and nodded to Kelly. Then the Jugde took him away.
"That boy really is funny in the head," Kelly thought aloud as she ran home. If Sybil knew she had sent someone to the slammer, she would disown her, kill her, or even worse-more chores!
The prison guards took Lester roughly by the neck and shoved him into some prison garb. After searching his belongings and confiscating his bow and arrows, they lead him to a cell and kicked him in.
"And sstay put and don't try anything ssusspicious!"
Lester tugged at his garb, a bit big for him. Taking out the small jar of bubbles he kept for emergencies, and blew a couple of bubbles. It cheered him a bit, but the cell was quite dark and he really couldn't see them.
A Moogle scream-a cross between a squeak and a squeal-rang out of the darker parts of the cell.
"EEEEKKKKKEEEEAAAAH! HELP HELP HELP BENSOM!"
"I feel so loved..." said a bangaa voice with no trilling at all.
A female nu mou voice calmed the moogle. "It's okay, Kilov, it's okay. What happened?"
"SOMETHING WET AND COLD T...T...TOUCHED ME!"
Lester couldn't help but laughing, but stopped himself. The cell was silent.
"B...Bensom, what was that?"
"It's the other person in the cell, Kilov. Say 'hi'. Be polite now."
"...Hi?"
"Hello to you all. I'm Lester. What's wrong with the moogle?"
"We don't know. He's a little...um...he has mental problems," said the bangaa.
"He's afraid of bubbles?"
"Ohhh...that was a bubble? I like bubbles. Blow me one, mister Lester!" Kilov squealed happily.
"Kilov, do be quiet. Hey Lester, where are you in the cell? Bensom and I need to speak with ye."
"I'm in the entrance," Lester replied.
After distracting Kilov with a few bubbles, the bangaa (his name was Conner) disscussed a "plan" that would free them all. "Okay. See up there, in the left wall? There's a window there. It leads to outside. Unfortunatly, it's set way too high for any of us to get up there and the walls are too smooth to climb up. So we need some way to get a rope up there so Kilov can get out and somehow bail us out. Any ideas, Lester?"
"First, one question. How long have you been here?"
Bensom replied. "Kilov, he's been here ever since we were shoved in here, the poor lad. I've been here for about a month, and Conner has been here since Kingmoon. Our clans are too lazy to come and pick us up."
Lester thought a moment, blowing some bubbles for Kilov so he would stop wailing for more.
"If I could build a bow and arrow, I could tie a piece of rope to that arrow and shoot it upwards. With a bit of luck, the arrow will fall out side."
"Brilliant," Bensom said. "Kilov could climb up that said rope and tie it to...ummm...let's see...Conner, do you think there's rocks outside?"
"We bang them every day with a hammer. There's bound to be a rock somewhere."
"Yes, alright. Then we can all get out the window. And it's all thanks to you, Lester. We'll look for supplies tomorrow morning."
This takes place several years after Marche and the foreigners had left Ivalice, and those who ever knew them personally either vowed to keep their mouth shut or have passed on. Now, the story of Marche and Co is still very popular, but no eyewitness record has been found. Nowadays, the tale has become a story you tell to fussy children who refuse to go to bed.
"Kelly. Wake up. Chores don't finish themselves."
Kelly looked up to see Sybil looking down at her. Kelly buried herself in the covers and groaned.
"Kelly. Get up right now."
"Five more minutes."
"Five more minutes means chores are left unfinished for five more mintues and you'll have to spend extra time doing them. Come on! All of Muscadet is awake but you!"
A swift kick to Kelly's rump ended futher argument.
It was a fine day in the month of Bardmoon. Kelly had finished the said chores and now was relaxing on a grassy hill by her house.
Before she fell asleep, a bubble landed on her nose. Curious, Kelly flicked it with her ear. It popped, sending soap spraying, some getting into her eye. After blinking a few times, she noticed more bubbles coming from the other side of the hill.
There was a young archer, about Kelly's age, blowing bubbles with a wand. It seemed that he had not a care in the world. Ragnarok could be ensuing, and he would not care. Someone could be doing a strip tease in front of him and he would continue blowing bubbles. Kelly was unsure of what to do. Should she poke him? Say something? Leave? Pop his bubbles and see what he did? She decided on the latter. Unsheathing her rapier, Kelly poked each each bubble into submission.
The boy looked at her with mild interest. She detected a slight frown, but the boy said nothing. He looked at Kelly for a few seconds, and then dipped his wand into the solution and started blowing anew.
"God, this kid must be either obsessed with bubbles or funny in the head," Kelly thought. She left, almost dissapointed.
The kid saw her leave, and left also.
The next day Kelly was washing the dishes when a large pink bubble the size of her head strayed near her hair. Kelly popped it absently, only to be drenched in soapy stuff. She finished as quickly as she could, and vowed the would get that bubble boy and give him a beating he would remember. After changing into some dry clothes Kelly left for the hill. Unfortunatly for her, and fortunatly for the boy, he was not there. She stomped her way back home, only to have a hissy fit when she saw that, thinking she would do Kelly a favor, Sybil had her bath ready, and to Kelly's dismay, there were bubbles in it.
That evening, the boy looked around, plopped his bum on his side of the hill and started mixing his solution when he noticed it was uncomfortably quiet. He froze. The birds were silent. Nothing stirred. He felt very vulnerable and a tad bit scared. Something was going to happen. But what?
A bucket of cold water was dumped on his head.
"You! You're going to pay for what you did today!"
The boy looked up. "I have a name. It's Lester."
"Well, Lester, you messed with the wrong viera!"
Lester looked at Kelly calmy. "Excuse me? You popped my bubbles."
Kelly stood, bucket in hand. "Well, um, it still wasn't very nice to blow that big pink one."
Lester looked at Kelly in a quizzical fashion. "Never mind. Blow bubbles with me. It's relaxing."
Kelly looked as if she was ernestly trying to restrain herself from choking someone. Finally she lay down deside him and popped whatever bubbles he blew.
"Why don't you pop your own bubbles, Lester?"
Lester looked at Kelly, and studied one of his bubbles. "Okay, what'syername. I'll pop one."
"It's Kelly."
Lester took an arrow, fitted it on his bow, and let it loose, and it tore neatly into the bubble, sending spray floating everywhere.
Just then a Judge was passing by. He blew on his whistle. "Infraction of a Rank 6 Law! Unit goes directly to prison!"
He rushed over to Lester, and he arrested him. Kelly stood in shock. But Lester didn't seem to be angry or anything. He chuckled and nodded to Kelly. Then the Jugde took him away.
"That boy really is funny in the head," Kelly thought aloud as she ran home. If Sybil knew she had sent someone to the slammer, she would disown her, kill her, or even worse-more chores!
The prison guards took Lester roughly by the neck and shoved him into some prison garb. After searching his belongings and confiscating his bow and arrows, they lead him to a cell and kicked him in.
"And sstay put and don't try anything ssusspicious!"
Lester tugged at his garb, a bit big for him. Taking out the small jar of bubbles he kept for emergencies, and blew a couple of bubbles. It cheered him a bit, but the cell was quite dark and he really couldn't see them.
A Moogle scream-a cross between a squeak and a squeal-rang out of the darker parts of the cell.
"EEEEKKKKKEEEEAAAAH! HELP HELP HELP BENSOM!"
"I feel so loved..." said a bangaa voice with no trilling at all.
A female nu mou voice calmed the moogle. "It's okay, Kilov, it's okay. What happened?"
"SOMETHING WET AND COLD T...T...TOUCHED ME!"
Lester couldn't help but laughing, but stopped himself. The cell was silent.
"B...Bensom, what was that?"
"It's the other person in the cell, Kilov. Say 'hi'. Be polite now."
"...Hi?"
"Hello to you all. I'm Lester. What's wrong with the moogle?"
"We don't know. He's a little...um...he has mental problems," said the bangaa.
"He's afraid of bubbles?"
"Ohhh...that was a bubble? I like bubbles. Blow me one, mister Lester!" Kilov squealed happily.
"Kilov, do be quiet. Hey Lester, where are you in the cell? Bensom and I need to speak with ye."
"I'm in the entrance," Lester replied.
After distracting Kilov with a few bubbles, the bangaa (his name was Conner) disscussed a "plan" that would free them all. "Okay. See up there, in the left wall? There's a window there. It leads to outside. Unfortunatly, it's set way too high for any of us to get up there and the walls are too smooth to climb up. So we need some way to get a rope up there so Kilov can get out and somehow bail us out. Any ideas, Lester?"
"First, one question. How long have you been here?"
Bensom replied. "Kilov, he's been here ever since we were shoved in here, the poor lad. I've been here for about a month, and Conner has been here since Kingmoon. Our clans are too lazy to come and pick us up."
Lester thought a moment, blowing some bubbles for Kilov so he would stop wailing for more.
"If I could build a bow and arrow, I could tie a piece of rope to that arrow and shoot it upwards. With a bit of luck, the arrow will fall out side."
"Brilliant," Bensom said. "Kilov could climb up that said rope and tie it to...ummm...let's see...Conner, do you think there's rocks outside?"
"We bang them every day with a hammer. There's bound to be a rock somewhere."
"Yes, alright. Then we can all get out the window. And it's all thanks to you, Lester. We'll look for supplies tomorrow morning."