Disclaimer: I do not own Wild Arms 3 or the awesome NPC's.
I made another random story!
The NPC's need some attention! They're all so weird so I'm dedicating a story to them. Each of them is going to have their own chapter.
Roswell-Laxisland:
Virginia was talking to a villager in Laxisland.
"Do you know where the nearest restaurant is?" she asked.
"I don't think aliens have restaurants," said the man.
Virginia was irritated as she awkwardly scratched her arm. "I'll ask you again. Is…there…a…restaurant…around…here…in…Laxisland…"
The man gave his usual big white smile. He had dark blue eyes that complemented his bluish-black hair. An orange scarf hung off his neck in a usual bouncy manner. He wore a brown leather jacket and white pants which showed off his muscular build.
This man was no other than Roswell Newmexico. (XD Laughs until brain falls out of ear. –Drops dead-)
"Aliens…"
"Uh, can you think of anything else BUT aliens?" asked Virginia.
"Yo, what's with those pink cheek things?" said Jet.
(The pink cheek thing Jet is talking about usually appears when a female anime character is acting cute or is blushing. It's usually the pink ovals that appear on their cheeks.)
"I try," said Roswell. "Ok, I tried but my mind drew a blank."
"We just want to ask you where the nearest restaurant is," said Virginia.
"Are you part alien?" asked Roswell.
"Do I look part alien!" Virginia screamed.
"No, but you act like it," he said, still bouncy as ever.
"UHHHHH!" her eyes bulged straight out of her head. She waved her finger menacingly. "Listen here, aliens are NOT REAL! Everything you know right now is NONEXISTANT! No one in the land of Filgaia IS AN ALIEN! You are WASTING YOUR TIME! You are WASTING OUR TIME! Everyone HATES YOU. I HATE YOU! You are the most ANNOYING and STUPID person I HAVE EVER, EVER, EVER, EVER, EVER, EVER, EVER, EVER, EVER, EVER, EVER, EVER, EVER, EVER, EVER, EVER, EVER, EVER, EVER, EVER , EVER, EVER, EVER, EVER, EVER, EVER, EVER, EVER, EVER, EVER, EVER, EVER, EVER, EVER, EVER, EVER, EVER, EVER, EVER, EVER MET! Why don't you get the point! ALIENS ARE NOT REAL!"
She regained her breath with her arms still at her side. Roswell stood like a limp noodle staring at Virginia.
"Geez Ginny, let's just go ask someone else, yo," said Jet. Even HE was scared of her.
He grabbed her by the shoulders before things could get ugly and dragged her off. Gallows and Clive followed them as Virginia left two trails in the gritty sand.
They disappeared around the corner. And Roswell finally noticed they were gone. The pep left him. The bounciness left his scarf. The pinkness in his cheeks faded as his eyes lost their darkness and became pale. He collapsed on a crate, running his hands in his hair.
"Aliens are not real…"
Tears patted the box.
"Everything I believed in is nothing."
He picked himself up before anyone could see him. He walked from behind the alley.
"Roswell…"
He looked up to a blond woman who usually stood outside the inn.
"Roswell, you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine, Nalice."
She was nice. She never snapped at him once. But that didn't change anything.
It got dark, but it always was in Laxisland. Roswell checked into the inn.
He got into his room and shut the door behind him. He crawled into bed and fell asleep right then and there.
Hours passed as he drifted well into sleep. A weird noise flew overhead as his eyes clicked open immediately. He ran outside and a bright light hover overhead. He shielded his eyes with his hand as he peered up into the sky.
Roswell ran out of the way as a disk-like ship landed, shaking on impact.
"Oh my god," Roswell ran a full circle around the ship. "It's an actual UFO."
He tried to regain his breath as the door opened and landed on the ground. A man walked out. He had steel blue hair that slanted back. His eyes were cold and ice colored, but Roswell was too busy not breathing.
"Oh my god, you are real," said Roswell.
"Uh, yeah, can you tell me where the nearest restaurant is?" asked the man.
"You're an alien," said Roswell.
"Yeah, can you tell me nearest restaurant is? I need to like, hurry back." he said.
"You're an alien," said Roswell.
"You can stop now. I just want to know where the nearest restaurant is."
Roswell was hypnotized. "You're an alien."
"Come one, quit messing around and tell me where the god freaking restaurant is," he said.
"You're an alien," he said.
The man closed his sharp eyes in thought. "Sir, you have forced me to strike you."
He punched Roswell hard in the cheek, knocking him back. Roswell got up rubbing his cheek.
"You're an alien."
"Oh screw this," the man stomped back to his UFO. "Screw you, I'm finding another restaurant."
The UFO hovered as it was about to take off.
"You're an alien."
The aerial speaker came from the UFO. "Go #! yourself!"
It flew away into the stars.
Roswell had that big smile on his face as he made his way into the inn.
…
The morning came in like a lamb. Virginia walked up to Roswell. She had talked to Nalice the night before and found out what happened to him.
"You probably don't want to see me, but I'm here to say I'm sorry. What I said probably ruined you."
"An alien punched me," that was all he said.
"Oh well, guess he's back to normal," said Clive. They shrugged it off and left.