Watching Fargo yell at…Fargo, made Serge roll his eyes and wish they could just get this show on the road. He couldn't get anything down until Marbule was fixed, and that couldn't happen unless Fargo agreed to move his boat.
"It's no use! The ship won't move!"
"It will you land lubber!"
"No, for no adequately explained reason it can't move!"
They continued to argue and slam each other into walls and finally one of the Fargo's, hopefully the one that would get things done, walked over to the intercom and yelled out some orders and changed the name of the ship.
The other Fargo shook his head sadly, "It's no use, this boat can't move."
In the end, the boat did move, but the explanation left Serge confused.
"The desire of the Demi-Humans is driving this boat?" he questioned Fargo as they left the other Fargo's room.
"Arr! What do you want from me, eh?" the pirate complained, blowing a puff of smoke at the teenager.
Serge waved it away, "But that really makes no sense, less sense then some of the other stuff people have said lately."
Fargo just laughed and walked by, making Serge frowned, "For no adequately explained reason…wait, does he mean that no one is driving this ship?"
With that he quickly ran up on the top deck to make sure that wasn't the case.
The group gathered to hear the latest 'Magical Dreamers' concert was huge and fanatical, although Serge wasn't really surprised.
He found a spot near the stairs leading to their boat since they would have to leave right after the music started to take care of the monsters in Marbule.
Assuming, of course, that everything went according to plan.
While he waited for the curtain to open, he mused over the fact that 'Magical Dreamers' sounded a lot like 'Radical Dreamers' the supposed group of bandits Kid was part of, despite the fact that they had never appeared.
Just as Serge was getting annoyed at the wait and was busy fixing the weird hat Lynx wore, the curtains opened revealing an elaborate stage with a boat prop and real running water and spot lights.
It seemed a bit much.
As the concert started, Serge was surprised that there was no music, instead, it seemed like a play.
"Does thou hearth the ocean waves?"
Serge blinked, and continued to listen.
"'Tis the sky blue that calls to the waves, wouldist thou listen?"
"Why is Nikki talking like he's from 600 AD?" Serge asked.
Irenes turned around and glared at him, "Shh!" she chided.
It went on in that fashion, and Serge started to shift impatiently, wondering when the horrid rock music was going to start blaring.
It was a concert, he expected to lose his hearing, not be bemused with some sappy and poorly acted love story.
"This is as bad as 'I want to be your canary'…" he muttered, shuddering with the thought of the play his mother had forced him to go too.
"Look! The stars doust tinkle on high for us, fair lady!"
He groaned, wanting to get to Marbule where they could kill things. That would be ten times more fun then this 'gig'.
"I have never seen such brightness as this, dearest! 'Tis the truest of true…"
He heard a sniff and turned to his right to see Fargo watching the show intently.
"…Are you crying?" Serge asked disgustedly.
The pirate captain wiped his eyes, "Of course not! It's just…that be my boy…"
Serge looked always, "Ugh," he groaned.
"Where hast thou gonest, fair lady?"
Just as he was checking his watch to see how much time they'd wasted, Nikki played a cord on his guitar.
And yet, the show continued.
He played another cord, this time apparently better although it all sounded like noise, and then the main dancer appeared back on stage.
All of a sudden there was a flash of light and then the spot lights turned green, blue and red, along with what looked like aquarium lights overhead.
"So, we're underwater now?" Serge asked sarcastically, enlisting another glare from Irenes.
Finally the show came to an end and the Demi-Human back up band started playing, followed closely by Nikki's musical stylings.
"Finally!" Serge muttered, hopping down the stairs with Irenes and Fargo at his heels, "How much time did we just waste watching that concert for no adequately explained reason?"
The formerly intangible creatures in Marbule were now visible and real, and they began the annoyingly long task of cleaning the town of them.
"Arrr! I can't believe the dream someone was having actually created these!" Fargo said.
Serge rolled his eyes, "Yeah, I've never heard anything so stupid, and it's not really adequately explained as to how this works, but whatever. I do understand the concept of killing these monsters."
"In this cavern is the black dragon. We're going to ask him about this blessing we're supposed to get." Serge explained, earning nods from his comrades.
They entered the large cave and the black dragon raised his head and eyed them.
"My sleep was long, you will provide some much needed exercise."
Serge shook his head, "Oh, no, we're not here to fight, we just need to ask you about-" he got cut off as the black dragon took the skies.
"Fine, fine…we'll fight…"
They waited below and the black dragon beat his wings a few times, reared back his head, gathered energy into his mouth…
"Tick tock," Serge sighed, tapping his wrist.
Finally the attack came and they were all thrown to the ground, starting an epic, yet slow, battle.
As they struck the final blow, the black dragon collapsed, "Ah, thank you son of man."
And with that he suddenly vanished into thin air.
"Whoa, what…?" Serge said, looking around and up and behind him. "Where'd he go?"
The black relic appeared before them and he shrugged, "Okay, we get in a fight for no adequately explained reason and then also for no adequately explained reason he just up and vanishes…all well, he was a jerk anyway."
The green dragon faded into nothingness just as the black dragon had, leaving them with the green relic.
Leah looked up at Serge, "You always fight-um monsters like that-um?"
He shrugged and she smiled, "Looks fun-um. Leah come with you-um."
"Oh, okay…" he answered, not really sure why this little girl would want to travel with him.
"Maybe I find father-um and return to village-um." she said, turning and heading back out into the jungle.
"What is she talking about?" Serge whispered to Norris.
The Porre commander shrugged, "I have no clue, her whole story isn't making much sense."
"That's because there isn't a village!" he hissed back, annoyed.
Norris gave him a look, "What is it you always say? It's for no adequately-"
"Finish that saying and your dead,"
Norris shut his mouth and they followed Leah to the spot where the giant bug would pick them up.
They were working on a puzzle in Viper Manner when Serge suddenly stopped pushing the snake pillar and looked at Karsh, "Hey, um, why is there a treasure chest in the middle of the room that requires all this work to get too?"
The Deva glared at him and pushed his own pillar into place, "Just because there is, okay?"
He rolled his eyes and finished the puzzle, watching as the platform lowered and Karsh stepped over to open it.
"But really," Serge persisted, "why is it here? Why not in another room in the manner?"
Karsh looked over his shoulder, obviously annoyed, "Does it matter? What is in this chest has…a lot of memories."
"So…for no adequately explained reason,"
Karsh looked back and muttered, "If it will make you shut up, then yes."
He opened the lid and Serge leaned over his shoulder to get a look.
"…Air has a lot of memories?"
The Deva waved a hand at him and took out a note, reading it aloud; "Solt and Peppor, blah, blah…we took this…know the truth…blah, blah…come meet us at…the island of the damned? What the hell!"
Serge sighed, "I guess we're going there?"
"If for no other reason then to kick their butts! Morons!"
He pondered this, "Well, beating up on the Shaker brothers is always fun, so…sure."
They left the room and the empty treasure chest behind, where it would remain inadequately explained.
To say that finding the once-dead-in-Another-World-former-Deva-and-brother-of-Glenn-and-Riddel's-love-interest alive and well in Home World was implausible, would be a gross understatement. Add on top of that that he also had amnesia, and you doubled the impossibility.
Serge wasn't really expecting any of this to be adequately explained; like why he was the only survivor, or how he survived, so he went with a much simpler question.
"Hey, um, guy…" he said, stepping around the gathered group, "if this lady found you awhile ago, how come you still have your armor on?"
The man looked down, slightly confused, "I just feel like I shouldn't take it off. Like…it's who I am."
Serge rolled his eyes, "Whatever, you could have just answered with a standard, 'for no adequately explained reason.'"
Serge stepped off of the boat and onto the docks of Guldove, coming face to face with a group of Porre soldiers getting the snot beat out of them by a woman with blonde pigtails.
Three were down at her feet and three more looked nervously around.
"Stop her!" The commanding officer ordered, much to the horror of the other two, "Why me?" one asked.
"Because!"
They walked up shakily while the woman just glared, "S-stop resisting a-arrest…" one stuttered, earning a roundhouse kick for his efforts.
The other man yelped and turned, but she landed a series of punches to his back and knocked him out.
Then she looked up at the commander, whose eyes got big.
"Um…" he said, looking around and taking back steps towards his boat.
He glanced over and saw Serge and his group, and called out, "Sir Lynx!'
Serge growled and turned halfway, "Let's get out of here before-"
"Help us!"
He groaned, "Before that happens…"
The woman looked at him and said, "If you are a friend of Porre, then I will take you down as well!"
Serge waved his hands in front of himself, "No, no, I'm just some guy; I don't really want to fight you."
"Prepare yourself!" she screamed, charging at him.
He just sighed, "Why are you attacking me?"
"For no adequately explained reason!"
The battle was sudden, and grossly unfair since it was three against one, and it was indeed for no adequately explained reason that Serge could figure out.
As they tried to enter the chief's tent in Guldove, the burly looking Demi-Human guard narrowed his eyes and declared, "For reasons we can't explain, we can't let you enter here."
Serge sighed and put his hands/paws on his hips, "It sounds like just another thing that isn't adequately explained…"
"No," the man replied, "I could explain it, but I'm not going too."
They met with Steena, who bowed a little and promised, "I will answer all your questions."
Serge looked up, surprised, "Really? Great!"
He settled into a more comfortable position and began his long list of questions.
"What is the point of Greco's character?"
"I don't know, it's not adequately explained."
"What's up with Grobyc's character?"
"I don't know, it's not adequately explained."
"Why are the Black Elements so worthless?"
"I don't know, it's not adequately explained."
"What's romantic about komodo scales?"
"I don't know, it's not adequately explained."
"Why do almost all of the Blue Innate characters suck?"
"I don't know, it's not adequately explained."
"Why do so many of the females in our group want to date me?"
"I don't know, it's not adequately explained."
"…Your not being very helpful," Serge finally said, frowning.
Steena, stoic as ever, replied, "I assumed you would ask about the dragon god or the Dragon's Tear."
"Oh, okay. Then what's the Dragon's Tear and where did it come from and why does it do what it does?"
Steena blinked, "I don't know, it's not adequately explained."
Serge just narrowed his eyes.
They had gone to the Guldove shrine in Home World to get the Dragon's Tear, but they still had to meet with Steena in this world.
"I will let you use the Dragon's Tear and I will also accompany you for no adequately explained reason."
Serge shrugged, "You wouldn't be the first one…"
Every time someone landed a blow on Lynx, who was still in Serge's body, the hero winced and whined, "Hey, hey, guys! Come on, be gentle…can't you just knock me out instead of destroying my body?"
Everyone ignored him and continued the assault until finally Lynx hopped back and floated up a ways, smirking.
"Not bad, but it is much too soon for you to get your form back."
"Why?" he asked.
Lynx opened his mouth to reply, but Serge held up one finger, "If you say 'for no adequately explained reason' I swear I will kill you."
Something suddenly occurred to him and he frowned, "Hey, wait, you were in Another World when you took my form,
"So?"
"So, how did you get to Home World?"
Lynx was looking around for an escape.
"Furthermore," Serge continued, pointing at him, "why are you in Home World?"
There was an awkward sort of pause and then Lynx waved his hand, starting to disappear.
"Oh no you don't! I want my questions answered!" Serge shouted, running forward with his weapon drawn.
As his foe disappeared, he called back, "For no adequately explained reason!"
Serge glared at the spot where he had been, "He is so dead once I find him."
"Serge, you must continue on alone." Steena said, appearing out of thin air to deliver her line.
He nodded and pushed on the doors, idly wandering why in his dream they opened outward but in reality they opened inward.
After walking down the steps, he came to the familiar room and looked around before placing the Dragon's Tear on the platform in the center.
"Okay inadequately explained shiny thing, do what you do best." he mumbled.
Everything lit up and a wisp of blue light flew over to the wall, illuminating the pictures there.
"In the beginning, there was water…"
Serge groaned, turned to the Tear, and glared at it, "Look, I don't want a history lesson, I want to be me again!"
It didn't listen and the story continued, "Then the fish grew legs and entered the land, and somehow the amphibians turned into dinosaurs even though they are reptiles."
He rolled his eyes.
"And then they became brilliant and know as Reptites, the most awesome form of life ever."
"This is so biases…" Serge muttered, tapping his foot.
"And then a red star fell from the heavens and the gentle apes became what are known as humans."
He yawned.
"And because of them, the world was ruined and they only exist because of Lavos."
Serge crossed his arms, "Yeah, but we totally killed off the Reptites you stupid floating wispy thing…"
"And so, you see, that it's all the humans fault and you wouldn't even be here without Lavos."
"Yes, yes, I get it. Now, can we do this?" he asked impatiently, looking around the room for something to yell out.
The Dragon's Tear flashed and in the blink of an eye, he was standing there, water covering the room, back in his original form. He glanced back at the Dragon's Tear, now shattered and broken, dripping with water.
"Ah, darn," he said sarcastically, "I broke the stupid inadequately explained shiny thing!"
He looked around, "Hmm…I did not consider clothing…"
But, in the corner was a perfectly preserved set of his originally clothing just sitting there.
"Okay, slightly creepy…" Serge said, inspecting it, "This really is for no adequately explained reason."
Serge was scanning the Tele-porter to switch his traveling party when he noticed that everyone he'd previously known was also included once again.
It appeared that, for no adequately explained reason, now that he had his body back, he also had his friends back.
Serge was miffed about the fact that even after they knew Lynx had somehow managed to switch their forms, they refused to come with him. Most gave silly reasons and he was prepared to give them a long speech about how they were being bad friends.
They were heading to their boat when Serge stopped suddenly and fished around for the Tele-porter.
"Has anyone seen Harle lately?" he asked.
In response there were a bunch of mumbled 'no's', some 'why would we want too,' and one, 'who?'
Serge shook his head and popped the device on, "I just realized that she hasn't been stalking me lately…Not to mention I haven't gotten any creepy love notes or poetry and I haven't woken up in the middle of the night to find her staring at me…"
He trailed off as he scanned the icons of all his friends, comrades, acquaintances and other assorted folks. There was no picture of Harle.
"Huh," he said, scratching his cheek, "It looks as if for no adequately explained reason, Harle isn't with us anymore. I wonder what happened?"
There was a pause and then Glenn spoke up, "Um, I could be wrong here, but I'd count my blessings. She was stalking you,"
Serge shrugged and shoved the Tele-porter away, "Yeah, good point. Onward!"
They drove the boat to the center of the glowing water, preparing themselves to use the Dragon Relics they'd collected.
Serge knew something was going to happen; something big.
The relics glowed and lifted on their own, flying towards the light that suddenly brightened…
And then, nothing happened.
Serge looked around, searching for…something…
"…Please insert disc 2." a voice said sounded suspiciously like the Dragons.
Serge frowned, "That's it? Just, insert the disc? I don't get a battle, or a cliffhanger or an FMV?"
"No!" the voice boomed, "Insert the disc, son of man."
Annoyed, he muttered to himself, "Seems a bit anti-climatic, but fine, I will insert the next disc even though this light and the relics weren't adequately explained…"