ME: Hey everybody, happy Easter! I love Easter! (Bounces.) Don't you just
love Easter, Chibi Jenna?
CHIBI JENNA: Yeah, yeah, it's super. (Pissed off.) But that's not important right now. I want my Chibi Garet back, dammit! (Bursts into tears.) He's mine, and I want him back now!
ME: Whoa, calm down! (Hands her a tissue.) I'll get onto that after I've done the disclaimer.
NO, I DON'T OWN GOLDEN SUN. IF I DID, ALEX WOULD GET A HAIRCUT, THE GODDAMN HIPPY...
ME: There we go. But before I start this chapter, there are some...choice comments for the previous chapter I wanna go over. So from now on, I'm gonna answer any questions or comments you leave in your reviews at the start of the chapter. I'm too lazy too go through all my reviews though, so just the ones that stick in my mind will be answered. Or the ones that amuse me the most. So, let's get down to business.
? (What, no name or e-mail address?): My first flamer, hurrah! (Coughs.) Anyway, you think I'm insane?! Seriously man, there's a lot of stuff out there that's a Hell of a lot more scary than this is. I've even read Isaac/Saturos slash before. (Shudders.) And besides, I thought the last chapter was pretty funny too. Alas, my sense of humour isn't appreciated by everyone. And, although you might not have gotten it, the whole point of the last chapter was to stray dangerously off topic, to show Garet's overactive imagination, or something like that. I was quite sugar high when I wrote it. But anyway, since you're my first flamer you can have a cookie. (Gives cookie.) There. All better now?
Storm Demon: Good to see you back again. But anyway, I'd give Chibi Garet back if I were you, 'cos Chibi Jenna is out for the kill and she hasn't had her Coco Pops this morning...
Lumino: What was I smoking? Pot. (Giggles.) No, seriously, I only get high on sugar and caffeine, and both were very much in effect the day I wrote chapter two.
Isaac says Booga: Yes, your title suggestion was pretty good and I may have considered it, if this story was just about Garet and Jenna's wedding. Unfortunately, I plan on continuing past the actual wedding into further areas of weirdness that will undoubtedly befall the GS crew. Until of course, everyone gets sick of me and my odd sense of humour and stop reading this rubbish.
Triad Orion: The reason there are so many British words and phrases in this fic is because (Dun dun duuuuun.) I'm British! Or, to be more precise, I'm Scottish, but didn't think anyone would understand what I was talking about if I typed using my Edinburgh accent.
So, gaunnie go an' read ma' new chapter then, pal?
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It was a Monday, and Garet was in a surprisingly good mood, considering that fact that he had suffered a multiple concussion just two days before. A wide smile adorned his face, and he walked with what could be considered an unusual spring in his step.
You see, today was a special day. Well, it was for him anyway. Today, he had managed to do something that Isaac hadn't (Insert gleeful gloating here.). He was now officially a member of the taxpaying population of Vale.
Yes, that's right, Garet had gotten himself a job, and it wasn't a bad job either. An apprenticeship with Vale's resident weapons smith, Master Damien, was not something to be sniffed at. Plus, it was relatively well paid for just an apprenticeship.
And there was also the added bonus of getting a whole selection of potentially dangerous tools at his disposal. ("Gods, have mercy on our souls!" The townspeople cried.")
But the best thing was, though he wouldn't admit it to anyone but himself, this now meant that he was now the sole wage earner out of himself and Jenna, making him effectively the head of the house. This was good thing, Garet decided, because it meant that she would now have to stop causing him grievous bodily harm.
Well, he hoped it would mean she would stop causing him grievous bodily harm, some respect had to be gained in the eventual acquisition of a job, right?
And it wasn't as if he wanted her to stop hitting him altogether or anything, because that would take all the fun out of her life. Besides, it wasn't so bad. Sometimes he quite enjoyed it...but only in certain, special circumstances.
And on that topic, I absolutely refuse to comment.
Ahem.
Anyway, like I said, as Garet walked briskly along the riverside, he was in an exceptionally good mood. The sun was shining, those odd, little purple birds that occupied the trees were chirping, and in general, all was well.
Of course, in a village renown for it's eccentrics, oddballs and downright nutters, such a peace was not going to last long. In fact, Garet was counting down the seconds he had left before something strange and peculiar happened.
Three...
Two...
One...
*BANG!* Right on cue, a loud explosion from nearby almost made him jump out of his skin. Turning in the direction of the noise, he saw that it seemed to have came from...Kraden's house?
Uh oh, that wasn't a good sign. Nobody ever went near Kraden's house anymore. It had been almost three years since the loopy alchemist had been seen in Vale, and his now vacant cottage was given a wide berth by almost everybody, for fear of getting turned into a toad or something equally weird by accidentally drinking one of the potions he left lying around.
Of course, this led to Garet wondering just how stupid the general public of Vale was. I mean, come on now, who goes round drinking things they find in people's houses?! Especially if the person in question spent their days talking to trees and indoctrinating the minds of any poor teenagers he could get his hands on, before being kidnapped by a bunch of people even nuttier than he was and dragged around several continents.
Obviously the guy who'd been dared by his friends drink the 'gloopy potion' had been missing the necessary grey matter that would tell any sensible human being that doing so was complete and utter idiocy.
But still, from what Garet's sister had told him, his new skin colour (A delightful swamp green, by the way.) went just lovely with his eyes.
So it's was really all's well that ends well, eh? After all, it doesn't matter if your skin's green, at least you're colour co-ordinated...
Garet sighed heavily and changed direction, heading up towards Kraden's house.
Something was up, and he fully intended on finding out what.
Meanwhile, at Isaac's place:
Lunch today started off as a civilised affair today for the adepts, which was an odd thing in itself. Everybody just sat and ate, there was no violence, fencing matches with breadsticks, arguments over the spelling of domino, or something equally ridiculous. And most noticeably of all, there was no noise.
In short, it was very, very boring.
And Isaac was the first to notice.
Glancing around the table, he counted the people present. Going anti- clockwise, there was Mia, Jenna, Ivan and Sheba. But somebody was missing...Isaac scratched his head at this puzzle, before getting his hand swiftly slapped away by Mia, who informed him curtly that it was rude to scratch your head at the table.
Now, whether it was the slap or something else entirely that triggered Isaac brain at that moment I do not know, but suddenly it hit him. He remembered who was missing.
"Hey, where's Garet today?"
Jenna looked up from her lunch. "I haven't seen him since breakfast." She said, looking thoughtful. "But he did say something about going to get a job."
"Yeah, but it's not like him to miss lunch." Isaac looked faintly put out. "My mum always makes extra for you guys."
"Yeah, but either one of them learned to cook she wouldn't have to go to all the trouble." Ivan said, smirking.
It was true that neither Jenna nor Garet were renown for their skills in the kitchen. In fact, if appeared that their element made it almost impossible. Though Jenna always denied this, claiming that when she'd travelled (And I use that term very, very loosely.) with him, Saturos could make a pretty mean bowl of fried noodles.
So if a hardened criminal like Saturos could cook, it was probably just Jenna and Garet who gave Mars adepts a bad name when it came to cooking. Of course, it could have just been that they spent far too much of their time doing other things...
Yes, I know what you're thinking.
Just keep it to yourself, alright?
"You know, Ivan, it's not like you're exactly head chef at the Tolbi inn yourself." Jenna remarked, with a thin smile that made Ivan shift his chair slightly away from her.
The smirk gone, he said, "You know, I was only joking, right?"
A sigh. "Yes Ivan, I know. What, do you think that just one smart-arse comment like that is enough to set me off on a mad killing spree or something?"
"Well, to be perfectly honest, Jenna, yes. Yes I do. You scare me."
"Really?" It probably wasn't good that she looked pleased at this. Ivan swallowed nervously and slid his chair along a little further.
"Hey, has anyone else noticed that it's only men that are afraid of Jenna?" Sheba said suddenly. Everyone at the table looked at her.
"You mean you're not afraid of her?" Ivan asked incredulously.
"No, not at all."
"I'm not scared of Jenna either." Mia said, shaking her head. "Which is more than can be said for Isaac!"
Isaac just about swallowed his fork. "You lie!" He spluttered. "I'm not afraid of anything except bunnies!" An odd silence filled the room at this statement.
Ivan shook his head. "I don't know what disturbs me more. The fact that you're scared of rabbits, or that fact that you call them bunnies."
"What's wrong with calling them bunnies?"
"Well, it's not very...manly, is it?"
"Oh, you want to talk about being manly do you, Mr It's-not-a-teddy-it's-a- mascot!"
"You leave Mr Snookums out of this!"
Isaac burst out laughing, and the rest of the table was quick to join him.
"Mr Snookums?!"
"That's really manly, Ivan!"
"Yeah, please don't set Mr Snookums on us, whatever you do!"
"Oh, shut up, the lot of you!" Ivan snapped, his face heating up. "I can read all your minds, I'll spill your secrets in a second!" The laughter died almost instantly.
"You wouldn't dare." Jenna said, glaring at the young Jupiter adept.
"Wouldn't I?"
"No, you wouldn't, 'cos then I'd be forced to beat you into a small lump of mush. Understand?"
A nervous gulp. "Yes."
"Good."
"You know what?" Isaac said suddenly. "I've changed my answer. I am afraid of Jenna."
"I hoped you'd say that." The male Jupiter put a hand to his forehead in an exaggerated display of emotion. "Now we can be united in our fear!"
"Oh goody." Isaac voice, on the other hand, was all void of emotion. "Just what I always wanted, to share some common bond with you."
Mia hit him lightly on the arm. "Be nice."
"Yes Isaac, be nice." Ivan smirked evilly. "You must do everything your girlfriend says after all.
"Shut up."
"Ooh, that's not very nice."
"No, really?"
"There's no need for sarcasm either."
"I feel there is every need."
"Yeah well, nuts to you! I don't n-" But Ivan was cut off sharply by the kitchen door slamming open, and Garet running in at top speed.
Of course, being the gigantic oaf that he is, as soon as he entered the kitchen the Mars adept tripped over the doormat and landed heavily face down. "O-Ow..."
Jenna was first out her seat. "Garet! What happened?"
"It's the end of the world!" The poor man babbled. He sat up and stared wide-eyed at his friends. "He's finally gone psycho!"
His fiancée raised a sceptical eyebrow, clearing thinking that 'he' was not the only one who'd gone psycho. "Garet, have you been drinking my nail polish remover again? I put child-proof locks on that cabinet for a reason."
"No! He's gone crazy, I tell you!"
"Who's gone crazy?" Isaac asked, still sitting calmly in his chair.
"Felix!" Garet jumped to his feet. "He's moved into Kraden's house, and is playing with all the potions and stuff! He wavered a little, suddenly unsteady. "I knew I shouldn't have agreed to drink the pretty orange stuff..." And with this, collapsed on the floor.
"Wow, he spends a large portion of his day unconscious, doesn't he?" Mia said, getting out of her chair and checking that her clumsy friend was still breathing. "Do you think we should wrap him up in cotton wool and stick him in an airing cupboard just to be on the safe side?"
"Actually, I'm thinking that I should go along to Kraden's house and break every bone in my brother's worthless body." Jenna voice was quiet and deadly, and everybody else in the room (Who was conscious.) suddenly felt the strangest urge to start walking backwards out of the room. Very, very slowly.
"Now Jenna, don't you think you're overreacting just a teensy, tiny little bit?" Isaac enquired, trying not to look terrified.
"No I don't, Isaac." Very calmly, she picked up her staff and walked out.
Everyone looked uneasy. For a woman who desperately needed anger management, she was handling this rather well.
Something definitely wasn't right there.
"So." Mia said, breaking the tense silence. "Who's gonna go after her then?"
"Not me." Isaac, Ivan and Sheba said in unison. The three of them looked at Mia, whose eyes widened in horror.
"No way." She said defiantly, shaking her head. "What makes you think I'm so keen to die?!"
"Well, you're probably the least likely to be on the receiving end of a volcanic eruption."
"That's a lie and you know it!"
Isaac put an arm around her shoulders. "Oh come on, Mia. Will you not even do it for me?" His blue eyes were sad, and Mia just about melted. Thus proving that men are just as capable of emotional blackmail as women are.
Damn it.
"Fine, I'll do it for you, Isaac." She glowered miserably and picked up her staff, which was conveniently placed beside the door. "I'm such a bloody doormat..."
Ivan patted the Venus adept on the back. "Nicely done. Way to tug on the heartstrings."
"Yes, I'm quite pleased with my performance."
"As you should be, it was an act truly worthy of the Actor's Guild of Angara. You should be on the stage or something."
"Why, thank you." Isaac took a bow.
"So, do you guys think Mia will be able to stop Jenna before we end up as character witnesses in a murder trial?" Sheba asked the two men.
"Ah yes, it was Jenna, in Kraden's house with the candlestick..."
"I'm serious, Ivan!"
Isaac smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry, Sheba, Mia's great at stuff like this. She'll use her sinister guilt-trip power with words to have Jenna and Felix back on good terms before the day it out..."
*KABOOM!* Suddenly, a massive explosion rocked the village. Hurrying over to the window, the three saw that the roof had been completely blown off of Kraden's house.
"...then again, maybe not."
And so, in a frenzied hurry to get their weapons and other such things, Isaac, Ivan and Sheba rushed out of the house, leaving Garet still lying unconscious on the floor.
So much for a quiet day in Vale.
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REVIEW!
CHIBI JENNA: Yeah, yeah, it's super. (Pissed off.) But that's not important right now. I want my Chibi Garet back, dammit! (Bursts into tears.) He's mine, and I want him back now!
ME: Whoa, calm down! (Hands her a tissue.) I'll get onto that after I've done the disclaimer.
NO, I DON'T OWN GOLDEN SUN. IF I DID, ALEX WOULD GET A HAIRCUT, THE GODDAMN HIPPY...
ME: There we go. But before I start this chapter, there are some...choice comments for the previous chapter I wanna go over. So from now on, I'm gonna answer any questions or comments you leave in your reviews at the start of the chapter. I'm too lazy too go through all my reviews though, so just the ones that stick in my mind will be answered. Or the ones that amuse me the most. So, let's get down to business.
? (What, no name or e-mail address?): My first flamer, hurrah! (Coughs.) Anyway, you think I'm insane?! Seriously man, there's a lot of stuff out there that's a Hell of a lot more scary than this is. I've even read Isaac/Saturos slash before. (Shudders.) And besides, I thought the last chapter was pretty funny too. Alas, my sense of humour isn't appreciated by everyone. And, although you might not have gotten it, the whole point of the last chapter was to stray dangerously off topic, to show Garet's overactive imagination, or something like that. I was quite sugar high when I wrote it. But anyway, since you're my first flamer you can have a cookie. (Gives cookie.) There. All better now?
Storm Demon: Good to see you back again. But anyway, I'd give Chibi Garet back if I were you, 'cos Chibi Jenna is out for the kill and she hasn't had her Coco Pops this morning...
Lumino: What was I smoking? Pot. (Giggles.) No, seriously, I only get high on sugar and caffeine, and both were very much in effect the day I wrote chapter two.
Isaac says Booga: Yes, your title suggestion was pretty good and I may have considered it, if this story was just about Garet and Jenna's wedding. Unfortunately, I plan on continuing past the actual wedding into further areas of weirdness that will undoubtedly befall the GS crew. Until of course, everyone gets sick of me and my odd sense of humour and stop reading this rubbish.
Triad Orion: The reason there are so many British words and phrases in this fic is because (Dun dun duuuuun.) I'm British! Or, to be more precise, I'm Scottish, but didn't think anyone would understand what I was talking about if I typed using my Edinburgh accent.
So, gaunnie go an' read ma' new chapter then, pal?
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It was a Monday, and Garet was in a surprisingly good mood, considering that fact that he had suffered a multiple concussion just two days before. A wide smile adorned his face, and he walked with what could be considered an unusual spring in his step.
You see, today was a special day. Well, it was for him anyway. Today, he had managed to do something that Isaac hadn't (Insert gleeful gloating here.). He was now officially a member of the taxpaying population of Vale.
Yes, that's right, Garet had gotten himself a job, and it wasn't a bad job either. An apprenticeship with Vale's resident weapons smith, Master Damien, was not something to be sniffed at. Plus, it was relatively well paid for just an apprenticeship.
And there was also the added bonus of getting a whole selection of potentially dangerous tools at his disposal. ("Gods, have mercy on our souls!" The townspeople cried.")
But the best thing was, though he wouldn't admit it to anyone but himself, this now meant that he was now the sole wage earner out of himself and Jenna, making him effectively the head of the house. This was good thing, Garet decided, because it meant that she would now have to stop causing him grievous bodily harm.
Well, he hoped it would mean she would stop causing him grievous bodily harm, some respect had to be gained in the eventual acquisition of a job, right?
And it wasn't as if he wanted her to stop hitting him altogether or anything, because that would take all the fun out of her life. Besides, it wasn't so bad. Sometimes he quite enjoyed it...but only in certain, special circumstances.
And on that topic, I absolutely refuse to comment.
Ahem.
Anyway, like I said, as Garet walked briskly along the riverside, he was in an exceptionally good mood. The sun was shining, those odd, little purple birds that occupied the trees were chirping, and in general, all was well.
Of course, in a village renown for it's eccentrics, oddballs and downright nutters, such a peace was not going to last long. In fact, Garet was counting down the seconds he had left before something strange and peculiar happened.
Three...
Two...
One...
*BANG!* Right on cue, a loud explosion from nearby almost made him jump out of his skin. Turning in the direction of the noise, he saw that it seemed to have came from...Kraden's house?
Uh oh, that wasn't a good sign. Nobody ever went near Kraden's house anymore. It had been almost three years since the loopy alchemist had been seen in Vale, and his now vacant cottage was given a wide berth by almost everybody, for fear of getting turned into a toad or something equally weird by accidentally drinking one of the potions he left lying around.
Of course, this led to Garet wondering just how stupid the general public of Vale was. I mean, come on now, who goes round drinking things they find in people's houses?! Especially if the person in question spent their days talking to trees and indoctrinating the minds of any poor teenagers he could get his hands on, before being kidnapped by a bunch of people even nuttier than he was and dragged around several continents.
Obviously the guy who'd been dared by his friends drink the 'gloopy potion' had been missing the necessary grey matter that would tell any sensible human being that doing so was complete and utter idiocy.
But still, from what Garet's sister had told him, his new skin colour (A delightful swamp green, by the way.) went just lovely with his eyes.
So it's was really all's well that ends well, eh? After all, it doesn't matter if your skin's green, at least you're colour co-ordinated...
Garet sighed heavily and changed direction, heading up towards Kraden's house.
Something was up, and he fully intended on finding out what.
Meanwhile, at Isaac's place:
Lunch today started off as a civilised affair today for the adepts, which was an odd thing in itself. Everybody just sat and ate, there was no violence, fencing matches with breadsticks, arguments over the spelling of domino, or something equally ridiculous. And most noticeably of all, there was no noise.
In short, it was very, very boring.
And Isaac was the first to notice.
Glancing around the table, he counted the people present. Going anti- clockwise, there was Mia, Jenna, Ivan and Sheba. But somebody was missing...Isaac scratched his head at this puzzle, before getting his hand swiftly slapped away by Mia, who informed him curtly that it was rude to scratch your head at the table.
Now, whether it was the slap or something else entirely that triggered Isaac brain at that moment I do not know, but suddenly it hit him. He remembered who was missing.
"Hey, where's Garet today?"
Jenna looked up from her lunch. "I haven't seen him since breakfast." She said, looking thoughtful. "But he did say something about going to get a job."
"Yeah, but it's not like him to miss lunch." Isaac looked faintly put out. "My mum always makes extra for you guys."
"Yeah, but either one of them learned to cook she wouldn't have to go to all the trouble." Ivan said, smirking.
It was true that neither Jenna nor Garet were renown for their skills in the kitchen. In fact, if appeared that their element made it almost impossible. Though Jenna always denied this, claiming that when she'd travelled (And I use that term very, very loosely.) with him, Saturos could make a pretty mean bowl of fried noodles.
So if a hardened criminal like Saturos could cook, it was probably just Jenna and Garet who gave Mars adepts a bad name when it came to cooking. Of course, it could have just been that they spent far too much of their time doing other things...
Yes, I know what you're thinking.
Just keep it to yourself, alright?
"You know, Ivan, it's not like you're exactly head chef at the Tolbi inn yourself." Jenna remarked, with a thin smile that made Ivan shift his chair slightly away from her.
The smirk gone, he said, "You know, I was only joking, right?"
A sigh. "Yes Ivan, I know. What, do you think that just one smart-arse comment like that is enough to set me off on a mad killing spree or something?"
"Well, to be perfectly honest, Jenna, yes. Yes I do. You scare me."
"Really?" It probably wasn't good that she looked pleased at this. Ivan swallowed nervously and slid his chair along a little further.
"Hey, has anyone else noticed that it's only men that are afraid of Jenna?" Sheba said suddenly. Everyone at the table looked at her.
"You mean you're not afraid of her?" Ivan asked incredulously.
"No, not at all."
"I'm not scared of Jenna either." Mia said, shaking her head. "Which is more than can be said for Isaac!"
Isaac just about swallowed his fork. "You lie!" He spluttered. "I'm not afraid of anything except bunnies!" An odd silence filled the room at this statement.
Ivan shook his head. "I don't know what disturbs me more. The fact that you're scared of rabbits, or that fact that you call them bunnies."
"What's wrong with calling them bunnies?"
"Well, it's not very...manly, is it?"
"Oh, you want to talk about being manly do you, Mr It's-not-a-teddy-it's-a- mascot!"
"You leave Mr Snookums out of this!"
Isaac burst out laughing, and the rest of the table was quick to join him.
"Mr Snookums?!"
"That's really manly, Ivan!"
"Yeah, please don't set Mr Snookums on us, whatever you do!"
"Oh, shut up, the lot of you!" Ivan snapped, his face heating up. "I can read all your minds, I'll spill your secrets in a second!" The laughter died almost instantly.
"You wouldn't dare." Jenna said, glaring at the young Jupiter adept.
"Wouldn't I?"
"No, you wouldn't, 'cos then I'd be forced to beat you into a small lump of mush. Understand?"
A nervous gulp. "Yes."
"Good."
"You know what?" Isaac said suddenly. "I've changed my answer. I am afraid of Jenna."
"I hoped you'd say that." The male Jupiter put a hand to his forehead in an exaggerated display of emotion. "Now we can be united in our fear!"
"Oh goody." Isaac voice, on the other hand, was all void of emotion. "Just what I always wanted, to share some common bond with you."
Mia hit him lightly on the arm. "Be nice."
"Yes Isaac, be nice." Ivan smirked evilly. "You must do everything your girlfriend says after all.
"Shut up."
"Ooh, that's not very nice."
"No, really?"
"There's no need for sarcasm either."
"I feel there is every need."
"Yeah well, nuts to you! I don't n-" But Ivan was cut off sharply by the kitchen door slamming open, and Garet running in at top speed.
Of course, being the gigantic oaf that he is, as soon as he entered the kitchen the Mars adept tripped over the doormat and landed heavily face down. "O-Ow..."
Jenna was first out her seat. "Garet! What happened?"
"It's the end of the world!" The poor man babbled. He sat up and stared wide-eyed at his friends. "He's finally gone psycho!"
His fiancée raised a sceptical eyebrow, clearing thinking that 'he' was not the only one who'd gone psycho. "Garet, have you been drinking my nail polish remover again? I put child-proof locks on that cabinet for a reason."
"No! He's gone crazy, I tell you!"
"Who's gone crazy?" Isaac asked, still sitting calmly in his chair.
"Felix!" Garet jumped to his feet. "He's moved into Kraden's house, and is playing with all the potions and stuff! He wavered a little, suddenly unsteady. "I knew I shouldn't have agreed to drink the pretty orange stuff..." And with this, collapsed on the floor.
"Wow, he spends a large portion of his day unconscious, doesn't he?" Mia said, getting out of her chair and checking that her clumsy friend was still breathing. "Do you think we should wrap him up in cotton wool and stick him in an airing cupboard just to be on the safe side?"
"Actually, I'm thinking that I should go along to Kraden's house and break every bone in my brother's worthless body." Jenna voice was quiet and deadly, and everybody else in the room (Who was conscious.) suddenly felt the strangest urge to start walking backwards out of the room. Very, very slowly.
"Now Jenna, don't you think you're overreacting just a teensy, tiny little bit?" Isaac enquired, trying not to look terrified.
"No I don't, Isaac." Very calmly, she picked up her staff and walked out.
Everyone looked uneasy. For a woman who desperately needed anger management, she was handling this rather well.
Something definitely wasn't right there.
"So." Mia said, breaking the tense silence. "Who's gonna go after her then?"
"Not me." Isaac, Ivan and Sheba said in unison. The three of them looked at Mia, whose eyes widened in horror.
"No way." She said defiantly, shaking her head. "What makes you think I'm so keen to die?!"
"Well, you're probably the least likely to be on the receiving end of a volcanic eruption."
"That's a lie and you know it!"
Isaac put an arm around her shoulders. "Oh come on, Mia. Will you not even do it for me?" His blue eyes were sad, and Mia just about melted. Thus proving that men are just as capable of emotional blackmail as women are.
Damn it.
"Fine, I'll do it for you, Isaac." She glowered miserably and picked up her staff, which was conveniently placed beside the door. "I'm such a bloody doormat..."
Ivan patted the Venus adept on the back. "Nicely done. Way to tug on the heartstrings."
"Yes, I'm quite pleased with my performance."
"As you should be, it was an act truly worthy of the Actor's Guild of Angara. You should be on the stage or something."
"Why, thank you." Isaac took a bow.
"So, do you guys think Mia will be able to stop Jenna before we end up as character witnesses in a murder trial?" Sheba asked the two men.
"Ah yes, it was Jenna, in Kraden's house with the candlestick..."
"I'm serious, Ivan!"
Isaac smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry, Sheba, Mia's great at stuff like this. She'll use her sinister guilt-trip power with words to have Jenna and Felix back on good terms before the day it out..."
*KABOOM!* Suddenly, a massive explosion rocked the village. Hurrying over to the window, the three saw that the roof had been completely blown off of Kraden's house.
"...then again, maybe not."
And so, in a frenzied hurry to get their weapons and other such things, Isaac, Ivan and Sheba rushed out of the house, leaving Garet still lying unconscious on the floor.
So much for a quiet day in Vale.
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