YO!!!! Rainy is back! …well, I was never gone, really…well, maybe I was…
…I'll just get to the summary…
Summary:
5 years after the team split up, Beatrice's Sister is angry, and wants revenge on them all. Deciding to destroy Filgaia, she starts with disposing of Filgaia's Memories—yes, Jet.
This is prolly only going to be 5 to 8 chappehs long, cuz I can't promise more than that…sorry…unless I get a GOOD review, I prolly won't continue it n.n;
Disclaimer: I don't own WA3, but I DO own Bernadette and Ren. Light of Heaven owns Tots, and my friend Kyl owns Melly…well, the character…I'm stealing the character and givin her a name for this story XDDD
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Escape from Memory
Chapter 1
5 years later…
(Jet's POV for now)
Five years ago, I had been in a team, and together we saved Filgaia. However, we were accused of a murder we didn't do (which sucked to the highest level), but we got off, thank god. We didn't stay together, though. Clive, the smart one, decided to go home and be with his wife and kid, and make a living as a teacher. Gallows, the idiot, also went home, deciding to help out there, but didn't become a priest (I think this guy's addicted to sex). Virginia, the leader, tried to stay a drifter, but she had a hard time, and ended up going to school and becoming a doctor for—you guessed it—amnesia and Alzheimer's patients. Joy.
Meanwhile, I decided to go get a job working for the weirdest person ever—Lord Begucci. No, I don't go and kill people, I just man a cash register, round up some monsters for the arena, help clean up, and if any of the monsters get out of hand, I get to help protect innocent little people who have no idea how to get out of a freakin' arena in an orderly manner. I swear, some of them run around in circles screaming for 5 minutes before actually realizing they're in danger.
Ignore that last part, that's a pet peeve of mine. I get paid with food and board; not to mention, if any Arkists come and try to arrest me or something (dunno why they would anymore), Lord Begucci will sue or something and get me off.
So, that's basically my life at the moment.
…okay, I'll admit it…
I have a little relationship with Virginia…like, love relationship, but she seems to be too busy nowadays, which makes me feel a bit stupid. I'll just have to deal until she's done with her "super uber cool amazing fantastic discovery/plan/idea/thing" she keeps telling me about in her letters.
I don't know what this "super uber cool amazing fantastic discovery/plan/idea/thing". All I know is she has to do a lot of research on it or something, which makes all her letters short, and mine have to be short too or else she doesn't have enough time to read them. Why don't I get a girlfriend who will actually have enough time for me?
I shouldn't say that—I'm sounding bratty.
Also, if those damn fan-girls found this journal, I'd be dead. I have NO idea how I get them, but they're obsessed to the maximum, and it drives me cra
(end POV)
"OMIGOD JET IS THAT YOU?" an all-too familiar voice screeched across the stone-paved room. Jet winced and looked up. Wow, only minutes before he had been writing in his journal about the fact he didn't get to see Virginia anymore, and all of a sudden, here she is, walking down to the desk where he sat, smiling happily. He didn't even finish the sentence he was writing, but he couldn't help but smile back, just a little.
"Hey, I thought you were doing research." Jet said as Virginia finally got there.
She gasped in mock hurt, holding her hand up to her chest. "Are you not glad to see me?"
"Wha—I'm glad!" His smile faded. He didn't want her mad at him. he leaned back. "I was just wondering."
Giggling, she leaned across the counter this time, and kissed him briefly. "I know! I was just being silly!"
Lips buzzing slightly, he asked, "So…why're you here?"
She gasped again, mocking hurt. "Why, Jet--!"
"Don't start." He warned.
She giggled. "Well, I'm still researching…"
Jet was still confused. "How does your research bring you here?"
Virginia suddenly looked very embarrassed. "Well…um…about…memory, you know…and—"
"Don't continue."
"Sorry."
"It's okay, I should be over it now."
"No, not really."
"I can deal."
"Stop saying that, I know it eats at you…" Something about the way Virginia said that wasn't comforting; it was almost 'I know something you don't know'. She looked around. "Um, is there somewhere private where we could talk?"
"My shift is over in ten minutes, can you wait?"
"Yes." They sat (and stood) in silence, until Lord Begucci's daughter came rushing out, shooing Jet away from the front desk.
"Go, go, you're shift is over—shack it up with your girlfriend!"
"Stop saying that!" Jet hissed over his shoulder, at the girl, Virginia giggling as she followed beside him. He led her to his room—well, more like dorm. He didn't know what to call it, really.
After shutting the door, he asked sarcastically, "Okay, how may I be of service to your research?"
Virginia pouted, hitting his shoulder lightly. "You don't have to say it like that!"
"Okay," He switched it to an overly excited tone. "How may I be of service to your research!"
She rolled her eyes. "Okay, now you're just being a pill!"
"Thanks, I try."
Virginia sighed, and sat on his bed, smoothing out her skirt. "You're the memories of Filgaia, right?"
"Didn't we insinuate that about six minutes ago?"
"Wow, when did you turn into a clock?" it was her turn to be sarcastic. "Anyways, you are."
"Oh my god, I didn't know!"
"Stop it!" She whined, but she was laughing. "Well, I was wondering if maybe I could—"
"If it involves wires, hospital beds, needles, and anesthetic, then No." Jet sat down on a wooden chair, staring at her blankly.
"…you're no fun…" Pout.
"I'm like a vacuum, I suck up the fun."
"Damn straight!" she laughed. Then she stopped. "Please?"
"No."
"Pretty please?" she grasped her hands together in silent begging.
"No."
"It will be fuuuuu-uuun!"
"What part of me being a fun-vacuum do you not understand?"
Virginia pouted. "Oh come on, Jet, I'm not going to hurt you at all." her tone was exasperated, and slightly annoyed.
"You'll poke me with a needle, I know that."
"What if I don't? What if I give you a sleeping pill that makes you sleep through the procedure?"
"Remember that one time on April Fools where you drew on Gallows' face with a permanent marker?"
"I did?" she quickly waved her hand. "Whatever! This is important!"
"And pushing the fact I'm this Filgaia Sample into the back of my mind is important!" His turn to pout. "You yourself said that ignoring that fact and living my life like normal is the best thing to do!"
"…I said that?"
"…were you lying?"
"Oh, um, no, I just forgot I said that." She was flustered. That was weird, Virginia didn't usually forget anything she said, nor would she try to push Jet into something he didn't want to do, especially on a topic this fragile.
"…you're acting strange…"
"I am strange." She smiled and winked at him. "Well, I have to go."
"But you just got here."
"Research!" She chirped, standing up and walking to the door. Jet stood up too, and the both walked out.
"So, you came just to ask me if you could probe my brain?"
"First of all, I'm not probing. Second, yeah, kinda…" She took hold of his hand reassuringly. They came to the lobby exit. "Well, I'm not going to make you walk me out to my horse! Night Jet, see you later!" She kissed his cheek this time, and left.
Joy. She came, she argued, she left. Jet sighed, and walked back to his room. Random encounters like that didn't satisfy him, but she was busy, and it wasn't like she was a toy to be hogged.
But she sure had been acting strange…at least in Jet's eyes.
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Dammit. This was going to take longer than Bernadette thought. Things had not been easy for her ever since Beatrice had been unrightfully murdered.
Sighing, Bernadette hoisted herself onto the horse, and began to gallop off to the research center, where she would continue disposing memories from the patients, mainly ones of when Filgaia was green and full of life. She needed practice, and practice makes perfect. Her plan needed to be perfect, and it was, but her strategy was not.
Revenge is imminent. She must first destroy all memories of Filgaia, and she couldn't do that with the Filgaia Sample alive.
Still...she didn't mind the loving attention she got.
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Fwee! Introduciiiiiiiing, BERNADETTE!!!! Can anyone guess or make predictions of what her plan is? What is this Loving Attention crap? Can anyone tell me the name of Lord Begucci's daughter? Is the Battle Arena called the Battle Arena? Is Virginia acting weird enough? When shall we meet the fangirls? Next chapter? When will we meet Dahlia? Who IS Dahlia? Why am I asking so many questions?
I decided to post this up even if I haven't made 5 chapters already just to introduce it and get some of these questions figured out.
Reviews please! …pleeeeeeeeaaaaase? 9.9 I love you…