Okay, so last time we met Sesily and Agatha. Sesily... is essentially one of those characters that I have in there just for the sake of being there.

As for Agatha? Well, if it's even possible she's the radical political commentator. Thankfully, she is nowhere near as stupid as a certain Ann Coulter, so things will be good with her. So yeah, this will be our hub for political views.

And with this... Well, what can I say? I only have three characters left to introduce. This means that the first part of Nutsy will be over soon! I can't believe it!

And, actually, I think I should impart a word of knowledge about this oneshot; this oneshot here is going to be the first of the 'Jagd Hunt' oneshots. What's the Jagd Hunt referring to? It's referring to an original event in the Nutsy storyline where the clan gets stuck in Jagd Helje for a period lasting three days. Not much is talked about it now, but I plan a sort of 'Cronica de una Muerta Anunciada' kind of story development where I repeatedly come back to these events during the parts of Nutsy in which it is relevant. So, the abrupt ending of this oneshot is to kind of give me more material to work with for later oneshots. And yes, we get the one fatality in Nutsy during the Jagd Hunt storyline. If you have an inkling of who it is, please don't spoil it in a review.

So I'll have to start thinking of plot-related prompts. Which, given the bizarre plot of the game, shouldn't be too hard. Anyways, let's introduce two of our three last characters and call it a day, yes?

Found

Julian ran through the streets of Jagd Helje, ducking into an alley as soon as he could and panting with his back against the wall.

The grey-scaled bangaa's back was against the wall of the very decrepit building. He was in great shock, and he kept on telling himself over and over again that everything was going to be all right despite the fact that nothing had been going right so far in their trip.

It was supposed to be simple. Somebody had started a murder spree in Jagd Helje. While most people normally would not care, it turned out that Jagd Helje was too close to Sprohm for comfort. And that was what spurred Judgemaster Cid to send a few clans in there. They all went in at different times, but they were supposed to have met in the town square to figure things out.

It was too bad that somehow, there was an ambush waiting for Julian's clan.

The bangaa had barely gotten out of the ambush alive; he was now bleeding from too many cuts to count and he had forced himself to keep running. He pulled at his defender armor as he thought of seeing his entire clan killed right in front of him. The clan members that he had gotten to know so well... So many names had passed by his brain.

Unfortunately, he could not mourn them, for there were so many other things he wished would have happened. He wished that the Judgemaster had sent all of the clans together. He wished he could have stocked up on more Phoenix Downs. He wished that the rest of his crew had had access to better equipment. But alas, nothing could possibly have been done about it then; Julian was the last person left in his clan, and he knew it more than he would really have wanted to.

And thus, there he was, the last person of his clan that was alive. He only wished he had not been the clan leader.

Slowly, the wounds were beginning to take their toll on him, and so, he collapsed onto the ground, his broadsword falling from his grip as he was welcomed by a strange blackness.

When Julian woke up, the first thing he noticed was that there were a lot of bandages wrapped around his cuts. The bangaa slowly opened his eyes to find himself in a very decrepit house.

The bangaa sat up, a little confused. The house was very downtrodden; there were numerous holes in the roof that were letting a torrential rain go through. The air was damp, mostly from the rain, but also because of what looked like a pigsty over to the side that seemed to trap the water. It was a very dark place; only a few pieces of subdued light came from the ceiling, and the darkness cause a strange feeling of terror to creep into his being.

But more than this feeling of terror was something else. The defender was a little confused as to how he wound up in a house when he fell unconscious in an alley, but as soon as he saw the human figure that was bent on his knees by the pigsty he put many things together quite quickly.

"Hey," he said, voice creaking slightly. "What'sss going on?"

The figure turned, and then the bangaa noticed that the person was a human, his face covered in grime that slowly slid down his face due to the rain that seeped through the cracks in the wood. He stood up, revealing a bow strapped to his back as he approached the bangaa.

"Good, you're up," he said quickly, brushing some very long black hair back from his face, revealing some rather bland eyes. "That'll make my job easier."

"What're you talking about?" asked Julian, now beginning to get a little angry. "What about my clan? What about all of the other clansss?"

The human shook his head. "It's a trap," he said simply. "Whoever's in this town is trying to take over Ivalice."

"What the hell do you mean?" asked the very confused bangaa. "My clan isss dead, I'm ssstuck in Jagd Helje, and I don't know what the hell'sss going on here!"

The human looked up. "I wouldn't be surprised, actually," he said. "Not a whole lot of people know everything that goes on here in Jagd Helje."

Julian shut his eyes, shaking his head. "Then tell me what'sss going on here!" he exclaimed.

The stranger nodded, and he began pacing around the room. "There's a tactic that clans in the Jagd use to get revenge on anybody that gets on their bad side," replied the human at length. "They feign the start of something serious like a cult activity or something like that. Anyways, they carry on with it for so long that they eventually get the attention of the clan that they want revenge on. Then, they wait in the jagd and wait to ambush those clans. And when they do, they take no prisoners; everybody is slaughtered like pigs."

"That doesssn't anssswer my quessstion!" replied Julian. "What doesss thisss have to do with my clan? Thisss wasss their firssst time in the jagd!"

"I heard the leader of this operation saying something about wanting to take over Ivalice," he replied. "And to do that, he was going to lure every clan in the country to Jagd Helje. Essentially, it would render Ivalice almost completely defenseless..."

"... and then they'd head ssstraight for Berevinia and take over the Royal Guard..." finished Julian, shock coming over his sapphire eyes as he thought of the repurcussions of what was going on.

The youth nodded. "You're very lucky to be alive," he said. "You're so far the only guy I've met who's lived to tell the tale of those ambushes. And the fact that you survived with only a few cuts, too... God really is on your side." He stopped walking around, nodding solemnly. "But that means they'll only hunt for you even more intensely."

Realizing something, the bangaa looked at the human with a slightly frightened expression on his face. "What're you going to do to me?" he asked.

The human leaned over so that his eyes could look directly into Julian's eyes, his hands resting on the table that Julian only just realized was there. "I'm gonna get you out of here," he said. "It isn't gonna be easy, I can tell you that, but you got stuck in this mess with nobody to help you, and since I don't really like what the ringleader of this operation's been doing as of late, I'm gonna help you. Also, because I can't physically leave Jagd Helje or the leader has ways of killing me, and someone needs to alert the judges if we don't defeat the entire opposing clan first."

Quite subdued by this, the bangaa nodded to the stranger. "Oh, thanksss," he said.

"Don't mention it," he said. "The name's Mauritz, by the way." He said this as he held a hand out to the bangaa in a friendly gesture.

"Julian," replied the defender, taking the human's hand in his and shaking it while nodding. "When do we leave?"

"Now," replied the human. "Those jagd clans know this place better than you do, so the sooner we can get you out of here, the better. Can you walk?"

Julian decided to test this. Feeling the table beneath him, the bangaa slid off, and when he was able to make several paces around the table he nodded.

"Then let's get out of here," said Mauritz as he moved to the pigsty and removed the blade that Julian recognized as his own from a hiding spot. "Now, you're to follow my lead exactly, and you're to do exactly as I tell you to. You are never to talk unless I ask you something. And if we have to fight, you better man up and fight, because if you don't kill those assholes first, they're gonna kill you. Is that clear?"

The bangaa nodded as he took the sword from the hunter. "I got it," he said.

The human nodded. "Good. Now follow me," he said.

Mauritz then stepped out of the door, Julian following suit as the hunter went out of the house and into the rain outside.

Around an hour had passed in their quest to get out of the jagd. Julian had been following Mauritz's instructions so faithfully Mauritz had begun to feel quite awful about having to order him around. However, as they moved around, they suddenly heard the sounds of battle ring out.

"Oh my God..." said Mauritz as the rain poured down on them. "They're ambushing another clan!"

Julian could not resist saying something. "What do we do now?" he asked.

The hunter looked to Julian, then to the source of the sound, brainstorming as fast as he could. "Wait here," he instructed. "And if anybody comes to you that isn't running in panic, fight them."

The hunter than took off onto the roofs, where he saw the people ambushing a rather large clan. Swords were clashing, spells were being cast, and there was chaos as the ambush happened. Mauritz knew that with this ambush there were nowhere near enough people to actually take them all down. Things would be positive for them after all.

Mauritz grabbed an arrow from his pack, and stringing it quickly he let it loose into one of the people he knew was in the ambush. He unleashed another three arrows into the crowd, and when four people were down the clan that was being attacked took a hit.

"Quick! Get out of here!" shouted someone within the crowd.

As the hunter jumped below the roof of the house he was on so he could not be seen, he saw the ambush force begin to get very overwhelmed by the clan members. However, in their mad rush to get away, the clan split into a bunch of groups, and they all fled from the center of the ambush and radiated out. Seeing this, the opposing clan members were very angry. Shaking his head and grunting, Mauritz jumped back to the ground and ran back to Julian.

The bangaa was in exactly the same place that Mauritz had left him at. He had his sword drawn in case enemies had come over, however, so Mauritz sighed in relief when he saw his new bangaa friend.

"Change of plans," greeted Mauritz right when Julian noticed his presence. "We've got an entire clan to get out of here."

"What?" asked Julian. "What happened up there? Did sssomething crasssy happen?"

The hunter nodded. "I managed to keep the latest ambush from causing any death," he said. "At least, to the clan that was being attacked. Unfortunately, the clan that was being attacked scattered throughout the Jagd. We've gotta go out there and find them."

"But how do we do that?" asked the defender, throwing his arms up in the air. "They mussst be all over the place by now!"

"Trust me, I know Jagd Helje inside out," replied Mauritz as he began to move, Julian following him closely. "I know all the spots that people that have never been in a jagd before would use to hide. And so do they, so if we don't move fast then there are gonna be people dying."

To this, Julian said nothing. Instead, he simply followed the human faithfully, keeping in step as they moved through Jagd Helje quickly.

The hunter had stopped after they had travelled down the decrepit streets. Julian would have asked what was going on, but when he heard the rush of panicked footsteps he kept quiet. Listening carefully, Mauritz guided Julian so their backs were both to one of the walls. They then saw a paladin running along with an assassin trailing behind him. When they dissapeared from view, the hunter looked out and motioned for the bangaa to follow.

They both followed the other pair at a distance, not wanting to frighten them into thinking they were with the people that had ambushed them earlier. The chase went through several alleyways, but Mauritz always seemed to know where they were heading next, as somehow the couple he and Julian were pursuing were only out of sight for a few seconds. The chase went on like this for about five minutes.

Finally, they came upon a dead end in the alley, where the paladin and the assassin were both looking up. Mauritz nodded to Julian, and the two of them began slowly advancing on the pair.

"Damn it, I don't know how we'd jump over there!" said the assassin loudly as Mauritz and Julian slowly crept over to them.

"Cecille, you're the assassin!" replied the paladin. "You can get over this wall and pull me up."

"Yeah, I can," she replied. "But I don't have that kind of strength to pull you up with your swords and your armor and all that!"

By this time, Mauritz had managed to sneak up on them. Deciding to play the role of prankster briefly, he tapped both of them on the shoulder, shocking them into turning around and staring at him, panting wildly.

"If I was any other person, you'd be dead," began the hunter. "But since I saw your clan getting ambushed, you're still standing here."

Julian gave a confused glance to the paladin, and it was only when the hunter looked at the paladin more carefully that he realized the paladin was staring at him with quite the expression of confusion.

"... Mauritz?" he asked.

The hunter tensed almost immediately, throwing both the assassin and the defender off as they looked at each other in shock. "What the hell?" asked the hunter in disbelief. "Carlos? What the hell are you doing here?"

The paladin replied simply by tackling Mauritz to the ground, the both of them at Julian's feet as he looked to the assassin. The looks of pure confusion that were exchanged between them were quite wild.

"Mauritz, I finally found you!" exclaimed the paladin. "You've got no idea how far I went to find you!"

"What, you mean those asshat parents of yours sent you to find me?" asked Mauritz rudely.

"Of course not!" replied the paladin. "I left them too!"

Julian had enough of this, and he threw his arms into the air. "That isss it!" cried the bangaa. "What isss going on here? How the hell do you know each other?"

Both of the humans looked up to Julian and the assassin. Quickly, they both stood up, Mauritz brushing the dirt off of his clothes.

"Oh, Carlos here is my older brother," replied Mauritz with a slight tinge of distaste in his speech. "And apparently, he joined the clan we're trying to save right now."

The viera turned her head to look at her paladin friend. "Wait, you mean that this hunter person here is Mauritz?" she asked.

"Yeah..." said Carlos, rubbing his head in embarrassment. "Uh... Yeah, Mauritz, this is Cecille... And the bangaa is...?"

"Julian, at your ssservissse," replied the bangaa, bowing his head politely. "I never would have guesssed that Mauritsss had an older brother..."

"Yeah, yeah," interrupted Mauritz, waving his hands around. "Listen, we'll save the small talk for later. Julian and I have only found you two so far in the entire jagd, and if we don't move fast then those motherfuckers will get every other person in your clan. So keep your trap shut and do exactly as I tell you to."

Carlos tilted his head to the side, a little peeved at this. "Hey!" he said. "I'm your older brother! I thought it was me that was supposed to order you around!"

"Yeah, well, you may be older, but you don't know the jagds as well as I do," countered Mauritz dryly. "So unless you plan on dying, you better do as I say!"

Without another word, Mauritz began to run out of the alley they had run in through. Julian followed suit quite quickly afterwards, with Carlos and Cecille staying behind for one second. They both shrugged to each other and then followed the hunter out of the alleyway.

And somehow, about three days later, Mauritz and Julian managed to get almost all of Clan Nutsy together. They were returning to Cyril then, after having defeated the clan that was ruling Helje at the time. Now, Carlos, Mauritz, and Julian were walking together, Julian leaning against Mauritz for support as he had acquired an arrow in his leg. Pretty much everybody in Clan Nutsy had sustained some kind of injury or another, and somebody was usually busy either supporting someone else or being supported.

As Mauritz and Julian trudged on, Carlos leaned over to his younger brother.

"So, what were you doing in these past few years that you went missing?" asked Carlos.

"Well, I went to the Muscadet academy anyway despite what my parents wanted," replied Mauritz. "I went under an assumed name; that's why nobody turned me in from there.

The older sibling laughed slightly, patting Mauritz' shoulder. "That's a good Mauritz!" said the paladin mirthfully. "It's always a great thing when you follow your dreams despite what others tell you!"

Julian simply shrugged. "But then, how did you get into Jagd Helje?"

Mauritz shrugged with his free shoulder. "I heard about it in the Muscadet academy," he replied. "So... I thought I'd go there first, see if it was good for me. I think it's pretty lucky I went there, yes?"

"Yeah, yeah," replied Carlos with a shrug. "I'm just glad you haven't died on me yet."

"Yeah," replied Mauritz with a wry smile on his face. Now I get to yell at those asshats that call themselves my mom and dad as much as I want."

Julian snorted, finding this comment amusing. "My clan..." he said. "I can't believe it'sss gone... All my friendsss..."

"Well, I'm sure Marche won't mind if you join up now," replied the human, his face falling slightly as he looked to Ingg, who carried a body bag on his back. "I mean... we could use an extra fighter... and..."

Carlos choked on his words slightly as he saw the other bangaa move, and he turned around to face his brothers. Nodding slightly, Julian understood what he meant.

"Well..." replied the bangaa. "I'll think about it."

"Okay," replied Mauritz. "I just wanna see more of you in the area!"

The defender smiled softly as he looked to his new human friend. "You'll see me, that'sss for sssure," he replied.

And they continued the trek back home.