Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy Tactics Advance. I wish I did, but I
don't. I own my ideas and I kinda own my characters. I don't own Marche,
Ritz, Montblanc, Shara and the rest of 'em, but I do own all of my clan
members (dropping Marche and Montblanc). And that's it, really. Sit back
and enjoy the spoiler in process!
Ah, yes, the sweet scent of the pub in Bardmoon. A new year just started, so the drinking level was up for a while. But that's just the way of people of Ivalice are. Happy, celebratory people. It kinda scares me, being around such happiness, but you could say I grew used to it.
"Got any sevensssss?" questioned the bulky bangaa named Ramsey. Not to mention he was my tribe mate.
"Nope. Go fish." I replied dully. Nothing had been going on lately; there was nothing to truly excite my voice. My good viera buddy, Lucretia, silently laughed. She always did when someone said go fish. It drove me nuts, and even more that she wouldn't tell me why. But I don't care; she's still the most beautiful lass I know. I turned my attention back to Ramsey. I had a game to win.
"Got a te-"
"Kupo! Let me introduce someone to all of you kupo!"
Augh... that nasally voice... Montblanc. I drearily looked up.
"'Lo whatever your name is." I muttered to the blond-haired boy next to Montblanc.
"I-I'm Marche." The boy stuttered. He shifted a bit, and then straitened his back. "Yes. I am Marche."
"Yes. You're Marche." Mimicked Lucretia. Ramsey and I snorted. Montblanc scowled at us, and then turned to Marche.
"Give our clan a kupo name! Our old one is Clan Nutsy, but with you around, I think things will change."
And hell, how right Montblanc was. Because we were gonna have a change. And hell, it was a big one. Because Marche was more then meets the eye. Hell yeah.
"Well... how about... Clan LightWater? It comes from a story I once re-"
He was cut off by a rude interruption by Ramsey: "We don't need a life ssssstory, kid."
I turned away to hide a long fit of laughter. Lucretia was giggling so much that she had to run into the corner. Ramsey smiled boastfully.
Montblanc groaned. "Lizzo, do you think what these guys are doing is right? This guy is the new kid in town, I think they need to show some kindness!" he yelled, referring to the Nu Mou sitting with her chair a few feet away from our table.
"No... I think we should get to meet Marche before we judge him." She said softly. I strained to hear her.
"Alright, but only for you, Montblanc. Not for him." I said darkly. Montblanc nodded in response.
"I hereby name Marche the leader of Clan LightWater!" announced Montblanc, loud enough to fill the whole sweet-smelling pub.
"Now wait! We never agreed to that!" yelled Lucretia in horror.
"I have spoken. Besides, I was the old leader and I am giving it up- willingly." Montblanc said, his eyes narrowing into slits.
That's not what started Marche and I off at the wrong foot. It's more that I was originally the only human. But then he was in the picture...
Oh hell.
Things were about to change. Drastically.
Ah, yes, the sweet scent of the pub in Bardmoon. A new year just started, so the drinking level was up for a while. But that's just the way of people of Ivalice are. Happy, celebratory people. It kinda scares me, being around such happiness, but you could say I grew used to it.
"Got any sevensssss?" questioned the bulky bangaa named Ramsey. Not to mention he was my tribe mate.
"Nope. Go fish." I replied dully. Nothing had been going on lately; there was nothing to truly excite my voice. My good viera buddy, Lucretia, silently laughed. She always did when someone said go fish. It drove me nuts, and even more that she wouldn't tell me why. But I don't care; she's still the most beautiful lass I know. I turned my attention back to Ramsey. I had a game to win.
"Got a te-"
"Kupo! Let me introduce someone to all of you kupo!"
Augh... that nasally voice... Montblanc. I drearily looked up.
"'Lo whatever your name is." I muttered to the blond-haired boy next to Montblanc.
"I-I'm Marche." The boy stuttered. He shifted a bit, and then straitened his back. "Yes. I am Marche."
"Yes. You're Marche." Mimicked Lucretia. Ramsey and I snorted. Montblanc scowled at us, and then turned to Marche.
"Give our clan a kupo name! Our old one is Clan Nutsy, but with you around, I think things will change."
And hell, how right Montblanc was. Because we were gonna have a change. And hell, it was a big one. Because Marche was more then meets the eye. Hell yeah.
"Well... how about... Clan LightWater? It comes from a story I once re-"
He was cut off by a rude interruption by Ramsey: "We don't need a life ssssstory, kid."
I turned away to hide a long fit of laughter. Lucretia was giggling so much that she had to run into the corner. Ramsey smiled boastfully.
Montblanc groaned. "Lizzo, do you think what these guys are doing is right? This guy is the new kid in town, I think they need to show some kindness!" he yelled, referring to the Nu Mou sitting with her chair a few feet away from our table.
"No... I think we should get to meet Marche before we judge him." She said softly. I strained to hear her.
"Alright, but only for you, Montblanc. Not for him." I said darkly. Montblanc nodded in response.
"I hereby name Marche the leader of Clan LightWater!" announced Montblanc, loud enough to fill the whole sweet-smelling pub.
"Now wait! We never agreed to that!" yelled Lucretia in horror.
"I have spoken. Besides, I was the old leader and I am giving it up- willingly." Montblanc said, his eyes narrowing into slits.
That's not what started Marche and I off at the wrong foot. It's more that I was originally the only human. But then he was in the picture...
Oh hell.
Things were about to change. Drastically.