Everybody dance now~ (o.o)

Kilov prodded a sleeping Lester.

"Kupopo...wake up...don't die on me, Lester! Or I'll never speak to you again, so there, kupo!"

Lester opened one eye. Yawning, he pushed the moogle off him, sat up, and looked about.

Conner was looking at a panther. The panther growled in a questioning way and nosed Kilov.

"I'm sorry, my friend, but I'm afraid you can't eat him," Bensom said in a bored voice. "please look somewhere else."

The panther whined and trotted off.

Kilov pointed off to the sunrise. "Look, a town!"

"Hey, that's Muscadet! I bet we could find some food there!"

As if on queue, a chorus of grumblimg stomachs burst into song.

"Well, um, let's go." Conner said, already leaving.



Lester pounded on the door. "I know you're in there, Kelly! Open up or I'll send an army of bubbles after you!"

Kelly opened the door a crack and responded in a scared tone. "Do you mean it?"

Lester took out his solution. Kelly squeaked and flung the door open.

"Don't you have a way with the ladies," Bensom whispered.

Sybil looked at the four newcomers, shrugged, and continued reading The Hero Gaol. Kilov climbed on Sybil's head and read along with her.

Sybil tolerated their presence. Kelly pretended they didn't exist. Kilov whined constantly for attention. When he wouldn't get it, he'd throw a tantrum and Sybil threw (yes, literally threw) him outside. Bensom would always fetch him after a while. It seemed as if they had always lived there.

One peaceful day of Sagemoon, the judge came.

A few raps at the door announced his presence. "I'm here to search your house. It has been told you are harboring four escapees. If you let us do our search in peace, we promise we won't hurt anybody."

In an instant, Lester, Conner, Kilov, and Bensom vanished.

Sybil opened the door. Instead of a living being, a statue of a Judge stood. An assassin, who was behind him, waved in a carefree way. The escapees poked their heads out of their hiding places-Kilov, in a drawer, Conner pretended to be a lamp, Lester had tried his best to hide under the rug (and failed in a most miserable way) and Bensom had hidden herself under the table.

"The judges can afford a soft. Hello sister," the assassin said, hugging Sybil.

"I haven't seen you in a while," Sybil replied. "have you found a name yet?"

The assassin looked hurt for a moment, and changed the subject. "I need to find the fugitives, now."

Lester hid himself under the rug again. Conner slipped and fell on the floor. Bensom froze. Kilov shrieked and ran in circles around an indifferant Kelly. It was quite a comical sight.

The assassin grabbed Lester and started shaking him by the shoulders. "You, you you! Did you see him? I need to know! Please, I beg you!"

Lester did his best to respond, but he was blacking out because the assassin was shaking him so hard.

When she finally stopped shaking him, his eyes were unfocused and he was drooling slightly.

Bensom waved her hand in front of his face, checked for a pulse, and looked at the assassin in a grave way. She sighed.

"We lost him," Bensom said in a grave tone. Kilov stopped running around Kelly and sniffled. Conner looked down at the floor (he was on it), Sybil took off her hat and put on a straight face, the namelass assassin gasped, and Kelly smiled, innocently enough. "For now," Bensom added. Everyone sighed in relief (except Kelly, who ran to her room and wept, muttering gibberish about how she'd 'never escape the assult of the evil bubbles')

The assassin sat, figeting. Conner mangaged to get off the floor and asked, "Who's 'he'?"

"Thoedore. My fiancee. I was supposed to meet him a few days ago and he never came. I'm worried." The assassin looked close to tears and covered her face. Kilov, ever the optimist, jumped on her head, squealing, "Why would he do that? You're such a purdy lady. Kupo! If I saw 'im I'd tell him teh get teh ye and apoligize, nice 'n' proper! Indeed, kupo!"

The assassin looked up to Kilov's smiling face, and gave him a big hug.

"Bensom, save me! She's killing me, kupopo! I don't want to end up like Lester!"

The assassin apologised and let him go.

"We saw him, kupo. He helped us get out," said the moogle, sucking on his paw. "He seemed confertable enough. Didn't say anything about you, lady. I wonder why."

The assassin sighed and muttered summat about helping him kick 'the habit' one day and left.

After Lester recovered, there was another judge that passed dangerously close to Sybil's house.

"Um, I really don't mind you guys, but it's the judges I really don't like. I wouldn't really want my pad to be the meeting place of those armored people," Sybil remarked. "I think you should leave-you'd be good as a clan, I think. You're old enough to take care of yourselves, 'cept mabe Kilov ("Hey! I'm right here you know!") you're smart enough to evade the judges, (Conner:Even Kilov? Are you kidding? Kilov: ;.;) and it'd be good for you."

Kelly looked at Lester, and then at Sybil, and shook her head in a way only Sybil saw.

Sybil gave her a "you're going too, don't argue" look.

Kelly gave her the puppy eyes.

Sybil gave her a "that won't work this time" look.

Kelly's ears drooped and she sniffled.

The next day Sybil booted them out of her hut and no one could argue with her. Armed with semi-full stomachs, provisions, and apropriate weapons, they set off. Kilov munched on a scone, singing an wierd-but-catchy-in-an-odd-way moogle song about Kupo nuts that I won't post here. Lester blew bubbles and Kelly visibly blanched. Bensom cleaned her spectacles and put them back on her nose. Conner read a mysterious book with no cover. Indeed, a fine start for a fine clan.



U/N:Indeed, I know this chapter isn't as good as the others. X.x Gaaah writer's block. Review, review. Please. I'm so lonely. ;.;