New World of Fantasies
Disclaimer: I don't own anything about Final Fantasy Tactics Advance, only this story.
Just like any story I assume you know a bit about the subject, but if not I would brush up. Otherwise this story will make no sense.
"Oi wake up will ya!" a voice said
Lancer opened his eyes and looked around; it was a warm day with barely any clouds, showing off the beautiful, yet rarely seen sky. Lancer had a weird feeling, and then it hit him. Yesterday it was snowing, and nowhere in was there a desert.
"Where am I?" Lancer asked
"Wot you mean? You in Sphrom"
"God my head hurts" Lancer said while standing up. "Why am I on a roof?" Lancer asked
"I dunno I found you up 'ere"
"Lancer shook his heak, he had a massive headache. Then he looked at who was talking to him. "Who…No, what are you?"
"I'm a Nu Mou, wot never seen a Nu Mou before?"
"No, never. I don't even know what a Nu Mou is."
"Well, you ought to get a good look, cause 'ere I am" The Nu Mou said raising his arms, and spinning in a circle
"So, wot you think"
"Honestly, your voice does not match what you look like" Lancer stated shrugging
"Really? Ya know you're pretty rude for a 'uman, I oughta' give you a lesson!" The Nu Mou said as it swung what looked a lot like a trumpet.
Lancer grabbed it, and threw the Nu Mou to the ground, using the instrument as leverage. Lancer looked behind him, and several people stopped shopping to see the commotion. Lancer turned his head back and got one final look at the Nu Mou, it was wearing a leather coat, had a light almost fusia hat, and had what looked like a whip in its left hand. Its skin was dark grey, giving enormous contrast to the fusia hat. Lancer jumped back, and grabbed the edge of the roof. He let go as he kicked off the wall and landed with a roll. Then started casually walking away, as to not attract more attention, until he found an opening between houses, then he slipped in, and disappeared.
Shara POV.
Shara walked towards where all the commotion was coming from, she looked around, and noticed a young boy, or a man. She couldn't tell from this distance. She walked closer; it was a young human male. He looked slightly older than Shara, in his late teens, or possibly early twenties, she couldn't tell. He was tall, about six human feet, as if it were Viera; he would be closer to 5. He was quite handsome, had dark red hair, almost burgundy, piercing violet eyes, and had thick black leather, with a dark red strap going from his left shoulder, to the bottom of the right side of his waist. She assumed it wrapped around the back. All in all he was strikingly handsome. Over to his right was a rough looking Nu Mou beastmaster, Eleren, a well known; yet petty criminal. There were wanted posters all of town for him. Shara watched as the young man yanked Eleren to the ground, and climbed down the building. He walked casually down the road, occasionally stealing glances at the people watching, or shuffling past him. He looked at a gap between the surrounding buildings, and slipped between when he thought no one was watching. She heard a shout, and looked over and saw Eleren with the rest of his cronies interrogating the nearby civilians for where the young man went. Shara walked over, "he went that way" she said misleading them. Eleren scowled before he ran off. She waited a few seconds before heading off towards the last place she saw the young man. She turned the corner, and straight into what seemed to be an enormous glaive. The young man was holding it parallel to the wall on his left. The blade of the glaive went about a third the way to the handle. The blade, was pitch black, with dark crimson edges. The handle itself appeared to be seven and a half human feet long. It had a leather strap securing the young man's arm in. She paused, and raised her hands. She had no chance to win if an engagement started at this range. After all, she's an archer, not a fencer. "Who are you?" the young man asked.
Lancer POV
Lancer heard, light footsteps, followed by a clatter of what sounded like sticks hitting each other, mixed in with a metallic clang. Lancer squeezed up against against the wall, but the sound kept coming closer. He looked around for a weapon for self defense, and saw a long metal pole sticking out behind him. It led up to his back, so he felt around, and pulled it out in front of him like he would a sword. It was a large glaive, with a leather loop which Lancer assumed was to support his arm. He was ambidextrous, so he put on his left arm, stepped back and put it in front of him, he tried holding it with his right arm, but it was awkward to do so. Finally the figure turned in front of him, and paused, eyes widening. She was beautiful, she had silvery hair, a green half cut, sleeve-less shirt that showed off quite a bit, almost too much. Along with a green skirt, that went down to about her knees. She was adorned with leather bands, and had ripped leather tights on. On her back was a crimson bow, with a quiver full of arrows, that looked as if they could pierce any armor. She also had a yellow scarf around her waist, acting as a sort of sash, or belt.
The only thing Lancer could manage to get out was "who are you?"
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