Confessions of A Capital L Loooooser

About: Summon Night: Swordcraft Story

Reason: I can be a very bored person. Also, that means that there is a high risk of OOC characters, and the plot (or lack thereof) may be illogical. I haven't played the game in a while. I don't know if this is funny or not, so I'll just put it at a nice genre of...general. But if someone does think it is funny, kindly say so so that I may put it in the appropriate genre. Thank you. (Cackle) This sounds so formal!

Summary: The craftlord of Iron just came back from her three year trip around Lyndbaum. How'd Wystern change while she was gone?

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or ideas for Summon Night: Swordcraft Story. But I DO own the game. AND LEGALLY AT THAT! OWNED.

And do you know what else? I also own the sequel! OWNED AGAIN!

Notes: Ignore the "Confessions of a". I've never read any of that series, like "Confessions of A Teenage Drama Queen." Which I don't own either, mind.

Ages of the (very) main characters (Now while I don't know the true ages of the game to the exact number…DEAL):

Before the three year voyage:

Razzy: 10

Pratty: 12

Varil: 13

Sanary: 14

Ureksa, Bron, Kouren, Rondeau, Sakuro: who cares

After the voyage (if you need help with math):

Razzy: 13

Pratty: 15

Varil 16

Sanary: 17

One more thing. I don't like the name Pratty. In this story, her name is Mia. And her summon is Zappe. Pronounced like the word zap. Don't diss the extra 'pe'!

For some reason, the astericks that stand for Zappe's way of talking are not showing up. Instead of them, there will be little o's.

LAST notes: (Wow, I set this up horribly): I don't know Italian. I'm guessing Mia Amore means 'My love'. But it has nothing to do with…anything. It just has Mia's (PRATTY'S) name in it. So there. And, 'Division Claw (s)' divide up scenes. I like them, but you can associate them with lines like this...:

Chapter One: Mia Amore

"Are you sure your sensors couldn't detect that iceberg?" questioned Mia. The friend she could always count on, couldn't get rid of no matter what, very powerful and determined, and most of all her companion and summon creature A.K.A. Zappe, floated along side of her. No, that was not a run-on. Zappe answered back indignantly.

"Hehe, sorry. I know I promised I wouldn't mention your sensors anymore. But do you think Master Bron would notice the indent on his ship?"

Zappe stared back at her, and said something along the lines of, "Yeah, he'd notice."

"Hey! You're supposed to be encouraging!" Mia groaned. She was actually surprised that she was even allowed to go on her trip, with a deadline of three years. Especially when she had just become a craftlord! Not only that, but to be borrowing Master Bron's private ship? Her mother was truly amazing…

But, it didn't come out entirely great. Zappe and Mia alighted from the ship, Zappe perfectly clean and maybe even shining, but Mia covered in seaweed from head to toe. She was even shivering a little. The water was really cold. Actually, one could say that it was even a funny incident. The ship hit an iceberg and Mia literally flew out, with no help from Zappe whatsoever. If Zappe wasn't a robot, it would probably laugh till the next year. Anyway, Mia swam back to the ship, safe but uncomfortable. Now she carried a big bag full of gifts for her friends and family, things that she's gotten from her trip.

"oooo!", said Zappe.

"Hm? Someone's there?" It took a while for Mia to process that, though she herself wasn't a machine. "Wh-what? I can't let anyone see me like this…! I wanted to surprise everyone."

"ooo," replied Zappe.

"You're right. Let me just grab this crate. Your sensors will help right?" whispered Mia.

"oo…"

"I didn't mean anything by it this time!" Mia found a crate at the harbor and hid underneath. Then she began walking, so it looked like the crate was walking. It was late at night, and she didn't think anyone would be awake. They were actually going to arrive in the morning, but reached Wystern earlier than planned.

"All we have to do is make it to the inn unseen…" whispered Mia, having poked two big holes to see through at the side of the crate with her knuckles. She thought they were small in her opinion, but Zappe knew otherwise.

"Who's there?"

"Hurry up, Zappe! We're almost at the inn!" ordered Mia with a determined voice, trying to ignore the person who noticed them.

"oooo...!" said Zappe.

Mia suddenly stopped, at Zappe's incredible show of intelligence. Incredible to her, anyway.

"Uh…I hadn't thought of that. You're right, we'd be stuck at the door of the inn," said Mia with a stupid grin on her face.

"ooo! oooo…" Zappe would have sighed if it could. But robots don't normally sigh.

"…Is that you Mia?" asked the person again, the one who noticed them before.

"Uh…No, I'm a crate," said Mia. Zappe made a screeching sound, obviously annoyed.

"Hey, what was that for, Zappe? I'm light-sensitive!"

"ooo…."

"I meant sound-sensitive! I mean…you know what I meant!"

"oo." Zappe punched the crate, breaking it into pieces, and revealing Mia and itself.

"Uh…hi, Varil," said Mia. "What are you doing here?"

"First, what are you doing?" asked Varil, taking note of the crate.

"I was going to surprise everyone. But Zappe ruined it," muttered Mia.

"oo."

Varil rolled his eyes at Mia, who was sprawled on the floor in all her cratified glory. And now cratified is a word. Her hair was longer, though in the same style with the headset, and still as spiky as ever. Her outfit was red and black, as before, but her dress had a different design on it and was shorter. A picture of knuckles was printed on the front, and it seemed like her clothes allowed for lighter and faster movement. She was always really fast.

Mia picked herself up with as much dignity as she could muster. "Craftlord of Amber I presume?"

Varil looked taken aback. "How did you know?"

Mia grinned. "Zappe detected it with its sensors." At that, Zappe made another indignant and screeching sound. "Okay, okay, I'll stop with the sensor jokes…Razzy sent me a postcard. Congratulations, Varil, craftlord of Amber!"

Varil smiled. "Thanks. What kind of rival would I be if I couldn't be a craftlord?"

"Congratulations again!" said Mia with that continuous grin.

Varil was a lot taller than she remembered, a little more than a head taller. He was always more…vertically enhanced than she was, to use a different word, or group of words rather. He still had that permanent smirk, and the rich-looking clothes, and not to mention the aura that he was better than everyone else. Better than everyone except Mia that is, who he has accepted as his equal, and his rival. He too kept his main theme colors, blue and white. Mia and he seemed to be exact opposites. Red with blue, black with white, and where he was haughty and mean, Mia was usually kind and easygoing. Even so, they were best friends, and Mia was closer to him than anyone else in the village save for her mother, and vice versa except with Varil's father, maybe.

"What happened to you?" asked Varil. The seaweed was distracting.

"Uh…hehehe," Mia flushed embarrassedly. "I'll just...go now…can you keep it a secret that I'm here? I'll surprise everyone tomorrow."

"Whatever." Varil looked somewhat repulsed. "Later."

As an attempt to disguise herself further, Mia took out a large cloak from her bag and covered her head with the hood. She skulked into the inn, looking very suspicious and misplaced, especially in a place like Wystern. Zappe followed her, which took from the whole meaning of the disguise, but the dude behind the counter of the inn probably wouldn't remember it after three years. Varil sighed, and walked back to his spot at the park once more, staring into the fountain and thinking that his rival had a little too much fun on her trip.