Chapter 2-Rebel Assistance
While Thenardi, Madeline, Quin and friends were getting ready to lay the smacketh-down on Marche, something very strange was going down in Muscadet. 3 people were sat round a bar talking. One person wore wore a flat cap, with various holsters around his person, and was known as Kenneth. Another wore strange robes, the sign of an Alchemist, and was known as "Foobar" (his parents were hippies). The third was most dangerous of all. She was meant to be an Assassin, but she refused to wear the shawl that most others wore. Instead, she wore a long blue dress, and was receiving much attention from everyone else there. Her name was Agatha, and she was the leader.
"Hi everyone!" she said. Despite the fact her job involved killing people, she always remained surprisingly upbeat.
Foobar looked grimly at her and said, "Well.when will we strike at the Palace, Agatha?"
Agatha looked back and said, "Don't worry. We'll be in the palace any day now."
Kenneth, usually known for thinking in silence suddenly came out with, "I think we should get the help of Clan Nutsy, kupo. They're currently wanted by the palace, kupo!"
Foobar was about to come up with a witty comment, but Agatha stopped him for everyone's sake. Foobar had a tendency to believe that he had a sense of humour. This was just a mad hallucination. "Hmm.that would be a good idea," Agatha mused. "But would they help?"
"Good point, kupo. But I'm sure they'll listen to us if we take away their most valued friend."
"What, the red-headed girl? She and Marche seem to know each other quite well." Foobar piped up with.
"No kupo. It would be a good choice, but she's too powerful for us, kupo. We wouldn't survive. I mean the Traitor Nu Mou. He of the Law Cards."
Agatha was quicker to realize this than Foobar. "Ah.Ezel! I'm sure he'll be easy to 'persuade'." - - Ezel was busy cleaning his shop. As he cleaned, he watched the Royal Templars walk past, arresting civilians just because they looked like Marche and his Furballed friend.something like Montblanc. Last he heard of them was that they were headed to Muscadet. As looked out the window, he thought to himself, 'Life is good.'
At that point, the door opened. After peeking round the corner to check it wasn't Templars, he stepped out to greet a Viera in a blue dress. 'Odd,' thought Ezel. 'No job has evening wear as uniform.' He didn't let it bother him though. A customer is a customer.
"Why, hello! You're Ezel aren't you, the guy who makes the law cards?"
Ezel couldn't resist egotism like that. "Yes I am, Ezel Berbier, genius rebel, at your service!"
"Ah good," she said, and took out a katana. Ezel wasn't afraid. He got this about twice a day.
"That, my dear lady, is a Kotetsu, a weapon more suited for Ninjas. Also, I can tell that you are here not to hurt me. Otherwise I'd be swimming in blood."
This faltered the Viera. "How do you know?"
Again, the ego got through. "Because I'm amazing, that's why."
"Well, your wit won't save you from being captured now!"
"Think again child," the elderly Nu Mou said, before producing one of his "protection" cards. "This card means if you do any action harming myself in any way, you'll be in jail faster than you can say 'Assassinated'!"
"Ah crap!" the Viera yelled, before storming off, only to get arrested by a drunken Judge who thought that she was Marche. The Judge woke up later to find he'd been Petrified for two hours.
After a while, Ezel got back round to making lawcards. - - Meanwhile, The Happy Gang of Mages set out from Bervenia Palace. They were headed to Muscadet, as Marche had just been sighted.
No-one noticed the gunner trailing them through the woods.
While Thenardi, Madeline, Quin and friends were getting ready to lay the smacketh-down on Marche, something very strange was going down in Muscadet. 3 people were sat round a bar talking. One person wore wore a flat cap, with various holsters around his person, and was known as Kenneth. Another wore strange robes, the sign of an Alchemist, and was known as "Foobar" (his parents were hippies). The third was most dangerous of all. She was meant to be an Assassin, but she refused to wear the shawl that most others wore. Instead, she wore a long blue dress, and was receiving much attention from everyone else there. Her name was Agatha, and she was the leader.
"Hi everyone!" she said. Despite the fact her job involved killing people, she always remained surprisingly upbeat.
Foobar looked grimly at her and said, "Well.when will we strike at the Palace, Agatha?"
Agatha looked back and said, "Don't worry. We'll be in the palace any day now."
Kenneth, usually known for thinking in silence suddenly came out with, "I think we should get the help of Clan Nutsy, kupo. They're currently wanted by the palace, kupo!"
Foobar was about to come up with a witty comment, but Agatha stopped him for everyone's sake. Foobar had a tendency to believe that he had a sense of humour. This was just a mad hallucination. "Hmm.that would be a good idea," Agatha mused. "But would they help?"
"Good point, kupo. But I'm sure they'll listen to us if we take away their most valued friend."
"What, the red-headed girl? She and Marche seem to know each other quite well." Foobar piped up with.
"No kupo. It would be a good choice, but she's too powerful for us, kupo. We wouldn't survive. I mean the Traitor Nu Mou. He of the Law Cards."
Agatha was quicker to realize this than Foobar. "Ah.Ezel! I'm sure he'll be easy to 'persuade'." - - Ezel was busy cleaning his shop. As he cleaned, he watched the Royal Templars walk past, arresting civilians just because they looked like Marche and his Furballed friend.something like Montblanc. Last he heard of them was that they were headed to Muscadet. As looked out the window, he thought to himself, 'Life is good.'
At that point, the door opened. After peeking round the corner to check it wasn't Templars, he stepped out to greet a Viera in a blue dress. 'Odd,' thought Ezel. 'No job has evening wear as uniform.' He didn't let it bother him though. A customer is a customer.
"Why, hello! You're Ezel aren't you, the guy who makes the law cards?"
Ezel couldn't resist egotism like that. "Yes I am, Ezel Berbier, genius rebel, at your service!"
"Ah good," she said, and took out a katana. Ezel wasn't afraid. He got this about twice a day.
"That, my dear lady, is a Kotetsu, a weapon more suited for Ninjas. Also, I can tell that you are here not to hurt me. Otherwise I'd be swimming in blood."
This faltered the Viera. "How do you know?"
Again, the ego got through. "Because I'm amazing, that's why."
"Well, your wit won't save you from being captured now!"
"Think again child," the elderly Nu Mou said, before producing one of his "protection" cards. "This card means if you do any action harming myself in any way, you'll be in jail faster than you can say 'Assassinated'!"
"Ah crap!" the Viera yelled, before storming off, only to get arrested by a drunken Judge who thought that she was Marche. The Judge woke up later to find he'd been Petrified for two hours.
After a while, Ezel got back round to making lawcards. - - Meanwhile, The Happy Gang of Mages set out from Bervenia Palace. They were headed to Muscadet, as Marche had just been sighted.
No-one noticed the gunner trailing them through the woods.
