Outside Crono's Tent
11:23 a.m.
I decided to take Errol and Lucca to the field where I had set my camp up. It took a while, since I actually misplaced it, but we did make it there eventually. There was a strange silence throughout the trip, though, and it had me very nervous.
I sat down outside the tent I had placed, my sword resting on my shoulder, the two guests sitting ahead of me. The three of us formed a near-perfect triangle, and we all faced its center.
What kind of luck is this? I thought, A girl with glasses that could probably count the number of hairs on my head from ten miles away and her boyfriend. How do I end up with these people?
"A Wood Sword?"
I looked up from my thoughts to Errol, who had his eyes focused on my weapon. "Yeah," I answered.
"You took out three Hetake with a Wood Sword," he stated. "Impressive."
"I use it for training," I told him, trying not to sound like those overconfident morons that I always hate. "What about you? Any weapons?"
"I improvise," he explained. "Anything I can get my hands on, I'll try to use. Of course, I can always use the hands themselves. Feet are also useful."
"Oh, yeah, you beat the Hetake and the Avian Chaos with your bare hands. That was interesting."
He laughed to himself. "Exactly how long were you watching us?"
I decided to avoid that answer. "So, Lucca, what about you? I saw you were pretty good with that laser-thingy."
"I like testing out Dad's inventions," she shrugged.
"What?! Your dad made that?!"
"Yes," she confirmed. "You haven't heard of Taban?"
"You're dad's Taban?!"
"Yes," she sighed.
The hell?! These guys're more than I thought!
I heard Errol laugh, "Wow! Didn't see that one coming, did ya'?"
I shot an annoyed look at Errol, "Well, no, actually. Did you?"
"We go to school together," he said knowingly, "She's a perfect student. It's hard not to know her, what with every commendation she's received and all."
"Yeah, whatever," I dismissed.
"And what about you, Crono?" the wizard daughter of Taban asked curiously. "I've never seen you at school."
"That's because I don't go to school."
"I figured as much. I'm an observer when it comes to the school's population, and I would definitely remember you if I ever saw you," explained Errol.
"I guess so," I plainly said. I looked back to Lucca and continued, "Everything I need to know, my parents taught me. Plus, I never got along with other kids all that well."
"Oh?" she inquiringly asked.
"You see this sword?" I said, taking it off my shoulder and holding it before me, as if I were displaying a holy relic. "I've had it for as long as I can remember. Along with that little tidbit of info, it has made violent contact with..." I paused to think of the right word, "...a whole mess of enemies." I skillfully maneuvered the weapon back to its resting position. "Some human, some not," I finished.
Errol sighed, "So in other words, you get into fights at the drop of a hat."
"Just don't drop any hats, and you'll be fine," I warned Errol. He was really starting to get on my nerves with that attitude of his.
"I can't believe I forgot!" Lucca suddenly shouted before digging into her bag, taking out her pistol thing. "This thing shouldn't have died like it did! I wonder what the problem is." She reached into her pack once more, pulling from it, of all things, a screwdriver. She maneuvered the tool as skillfully as I wielded my sword and removed the outer covering of the gun's handle within seconds. "Looks like the power cell's been totally drained," she concluded. "But that's..."
"She's good, ain't she?" I asked Errol, watching Lucca work on her weapon.
"I wouldn't know, but if she's half as great a fix-it person as her dad, then she's very good."
"Could you two keep it down?" she snapped at us, "I'm trying to concentrate. Now, why would the cell have given out?"
Errol and I shot glances between ourselves and Lucca, and decided to keep quiet while the resident genius did her work.
