Random randomity for today includes sweet potatoes being boiled and then chopped up and fed to Chuchu. Ye has muchas to learn, little cricket. As the author o this here story is insane. Wilt I go and glomp-igeshness Yama-chan, feel free to listen to Conner practice his singing lessons (and break all the windows in my house doing so). Thou shalt not flame I, for I own absolutybally naught.

Something stirred in the night. Kilov turned in his sleep and continued snoring.

"Goddess, if he keeps at that, he'll wake the entire pits of hell," Lester thought. "Wait, what's that noise...I hear something."

Whatever-it-was crept nearer to Kelly. It had a knife in its hand. With a clawed hand, it raised it slowly, surely, quietly above Kelly's heart. Lester threw the nearest thing at it-a flower pot. It screamed, the pot shattered, and everyone woke. Kilov lit a candle. The tonberry lay on the floor, immoblized by the pieces of ceramic pot stuck to its back and feet.

"Damn you, damn you all..." it seethed.

"Tut tut," scolded Bensom. "there's young readers reading this."

"Grr...darn you then." it promptly vansished.

"That...was completely random," Kelly said. "what a lame attempt at murder."

"That means someone wants to slay us. That's not good." Conner added, filing a claw. "We should leave Cyril. Go to somewhere...better. Easy to defend. Lots of place to get lost in if you don't know the way. A forest."

Lester nodded unsurely. "Yes, but there's not that many forests out there. And the Rangers don't like to share very much."

Kilov pulled out a map. "Kupo. A cave. Tha'd work. No one really lives in one. Good spot."

"But we must think of food, too," Bensom voiced. "'less you like monster meat, there's not much to eat in a cave."

Kilov remebered about the Telaq flower and agreed.

Kelly pointed at Materiwood. "There. I heard there's materite, which we can sell in times of need. Baguba isn't far-a half-day's jog from there. It's perfect really. Can't see very much else. And if there's another clan there, so what."

Everyone argued a bit, but they all finally agreed that Materiwood was the best place for the moment.

"Pack your bags, everyone," Lester groaned. "Materiwood is a long way off, with Lutia Pass between." "I hate, hate, hate, HATE mountains," Lester thought. "Good god. I am going to die during this trip."

~Few days later~

"Are we there yeeeeeeet~?" Kilov and Lester whined.

Bensom cleaned her specacles. "No, dears. We haven't even climbed up this hill yet, then there's two sides to climb up the mount."

The faces of Lester and Kilov took a shock/omigodweregonnadie expression.

"And it'll be good for you lazybones," Kelly added, leaping on to a rock. "You're getting fat and ewwy. It'll do ye good!"

Conner snorted and jumped over her head on to a stone further off. "Indeed it will, Kelly lazybones."

A mad chase ensued, with Conner in the lead, jumping away from a pissed Kelly, yelling summat about "I'm the one with all the jumping skillz" and trying to strangle him, Bensom keeping a lively pace, and Lester and Kilov running for all they were worth to try and catch up. Eventually, the clan reached the peak of Lutia, and everyone takes a well-needed break.

"Lookie hereah, mates, we've got a five-servin' meal o' brat!" called a familliar voice.

"Indeed," a hissing tone agreed. "we will have our revenge."

"Kupo, it's those stupid idiots from the feast," Kilov yawned, picking up his rod. "we'll just beat them again."

The next thing everyone knew, it was raining, and lightning flashed every few minutes or so. Nevertheless, they charged, roaring challenges. The judge materialized, blowing on his whistle. "No Techs! No Healing! No Target Area!"

The Sage singled out Bensom, but she poofled him into a frog. Croaking helplessly, he was no match for Bensom's staff. She gave him a full thwacking.

The Gageteer teamed up with the monsters to take out Kelly, but they were in turn beaten by Kilov and Conner.

Surrounded by the Nameless, the Fighter reached for something in his pocket and took a deep draught of it. In a flash of lightning, he ran around, felling Conner with a swing of his fist and Bensom by slamming the flat part if his blade onto her back. Then, he vansished. Lester's scream of pain rung out, and there was silence.

Kilov shivered, more from fear than cold. The Fighter could be anywhere. Kilov sneaked off to were Bensom lay. She opened one eye after a bit of shaking. "Kilov, thanks," she croaked.

Lightning struck a tree, bounced off, and struck Kilov. "Ahhh! It burns..." he whispered.

A blade seemed to appear from Kilov's stomach as the Figher roared, "Beatdown!"

The judge ran to the Fighter and abuptly arrested him. Seeing that all of the opposing clan had been defeated, he ceased to exist.

"Kilov!" Bensom cried, inching her way to him. "Kilov, Kilov, stay alive!" "I can't heal him, I'd get flung into the slammer," she thought. Rousing the others, she bade them to go to the nearest town with utmost haste. They all agreed.



Kilov's head swam. He was having painful memories. But he understood, and perhaps that was why it hurt.

*An elderly moogle sat in a rocking chair, chroceting. A small child moogle climbed into her lap.

"Ah, Kilov. How are you doing?"

"I'm fine, grandma. I'm ready for my lesson, kupo."

"Ah yes. Let's see, kupopopo. My old mind is forgetting things...ah. I don't think you knew your grandfather's (bless his parted soul) name is actually French?"

"Non, grand-mere, je ne saivais pas."

"Good, you're using French already. Well, the first part is 'Mont'. It means 'Mountain'. The next part is 'Blanc". It means "White". Together it is Montblanc, kupo." She wrote it on a piece of paper.

"Kupo...but...it can also be read 'Mon', 't', and 'blanc', right? Let's see...'My', 't', and 'white'?"

The old one patted the little one's head. "You're a smart one," said she. She yawned. "Let's get you on to your lesson..."*

Kilov whispered to himself, "My grandfather...he is Montblanc!"

His head throbbed, and he was plunded into another memory.

*"Wait, no, stop!" a young moogle shouted, grabbing the young boy. "you're injured, they'll slay you in a moment!"

The boy wiped blood from his face. "I can take care of him, I know I can, stop restraining me, pal. We'll win...win!"

The moogle bopped the boy on the head with the little red ball on the moogle's head. "No. Stay here, Quin will arrive, he's coming, he'll heal you."

"Sir, here I am. Allow me to bandage your wounds. I am afraid I have used all of my magic already."

"Hey pal," the boy started. His eyes widened. "Wait, no, behind you!"

The moogle was speared through the chest. "Mar...mar...it...hurts...kupopo..." were his last words.

"You're next, boy!" snarled the Dragoon. He raised his spear.

But the boy was too quick, and he threw Quin's mace at him, which knocked him out.

"F...f...f...Fool! You've finished the battle! We can't save Montblanc now!" Quin studdered.

The boy realized what he had done and broke into tears. "I'm...so...STUPID!" he yelled at the cloudy Jagd sky. He started smacking himself lightly with a stick he'd found about.

"Mar...mar." squeaked the moogle.

The boy rushed over to his fallen friend. "Hang on, we'll get you out of here, just hang on," he sobbled, holding his friend's hand.

"My time has come, tell my son I will miss him, kupo. Tell him I'm sorry I couldn't get him that...what was it again...?"

"A rubber duckie, signed by the great Sharu. The Ninja from all the stories," the boy sniffed. "he would always tug at your habit when you'd return, saying, 'Dija get it fer me?' Remember?"

The moogle smiled, closed his eyes, and nodded. "Marche...goodbye, friend." His head rolled off to one side, and his hand went limp.

"Sir, I'm sure you'd like to stay with master Montblanc, but you really have to go..."*

Kilov wanted to scream, but his mouth wouldn't cooperate. "Marche, you killed my father, you bastard!" he thought, the words dripping with hatred and grief.













Urby:GASAPIGECHOKEGASPOMIGOD! Told you there would be plot. Aha! Yes, all the French thingamabobs are all correct.

POTC Crazy Sister:I checked, so it's all right...I think.

Urby:Yeahhh...let's hope now. Anyway, tune in fer a new, exciting-

POTC Crazy Sister:COUGHCOUGHCOUGHWHEEEEEEEZEGAAAAAASP Heeeheee...*smiles innocently*

Urby:¬_¬ *takes out a frying pan* This will have a date wid yer face iffen ye dun shut up.

POTC Crazy Sister:Eeeee! *runs away and vanishes under her magical purple invisible pillow, saying summat about raising an army of Jonny Depp clones and attacking Urby fer that comment*

POTC Crazy Sister:Wait, no! He's too pretty to fight! How about...ummm...Orlando Bloom? Noo...he's too girly...Vigo Mortenson! He's tough and stuff. X3

Urby:I hope I spelled that'n's name right, 'tis Aragorn fer the ppl who are clueless (like me until a few seconds ago!) Byebye, see yer in chapter seven! ^_^ Don't you just love evil cliffhangers? =3