Author Note So enter the next P.O.V. You'll notice how the different characters talk, or write down their story, so eventually, you'll be able to tell, just by the first sentence or two. If there are any grammatical errors, don't blame me, the characters are just retarded. end author note
"Stand back, I'm gonna blow that Bangaa off his damn feet" I said. I used fire, to blow the bangaa off his damn feet. Unfortunately, he didn't get blown off his damn feet. He got healed...
At the bar, after our embarrassing defeat.
"PABLO YOU IDIOT!" Yelled Iona. "THAT'S THE 6TH TIME THIS WEEK!!" Iona is the hothead vierra of the group. She's always yelling. But majority of the time, it's at me.
I leaned back in my chair sipping some ale. "How was I supposed to know he had fire armor on."
"Well, you could have listened to us when we told you that..." Said Woolwart, the Nu Mou.
Oh yeah, I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Pablo. I'm currently a black mage, or trying to be. Humans aren't really good at that sort of sorcery. This is my 3rd job. I don't like fighting, so I try to stick to magic. But, I suck at magic.
"Why don't you guys just lay the hell off of me" I said, tossing a toothpick at Iona. Did I mention Iona is a summoner?
The blood started to rise to her face. I knew what was happening, but was to scared to move. Just as my senses came back to me, Iona bellowed "IFRIT!!!!"
You can just imagine the rest of the story. They booted me out of the clan. Yet another unfortunate event. So, I went to the Weapons Guild and told them that I wanted to become a soldier. They laughed, but gave me the uniform. A PINK uniform. They had seen me there often, and none of my jobs were successful.
Some say I have a goddamn swearing problem. Others say I have a bad attitude. I just think everyone's too serious. I walked into the Nubswood. My relaxation spot. But, oddly enough, I saw a flyer pasted on a tree. It said:
Clansmembers wanted for Clan Nutsy
Clan Nutsy needs:
Two Soldiers
One White Mage
One Archer/SniperOne White Monk
This is my lucky break!! My meal ticket for the week. A clan. But I have to go where? Cyril?
That was moderately far, at least 2 day's worth of walking. But it was my only hope of getting a real job.
"Damn, that was close," I mumbled, as I just escaped two creatures trying to attack me. I staggered into Cyril, making a fuss. At first I thought it was because I staggered in. But then I realized they were laughing at my pink soldier uniform.
"Hey, haven't you ever heard that it takes a real man to wear pink?" I stated lamely to anyone who had enough respect to actually listen.
I walked into the pub. Looking around, I realized, I had no way of knowing where this Clan Nutsy was. I walked up to the bartender.
"Hey chief, you know where I can find Clan Nutsy?"
He pointed to the corner of the bar, where a moogle lay slumped on the table drunk, and a blonde boy was talking to a worn out looking vierra.
I strolled over to the table, carefully pushing aside the moogle body. Then the vierra and the boy turned in my direction.
"Um, hello?" muttered the boy, with a strange accent.
"Hmm," I thought, "Must be Bangish" Then I realized how stupid that sounded, and banished any thought of this boy having a bangish accent into the deepest crevices of my brain.
"Yeah, hey bud. You two are Clan Nutsy?" I said, addressing the vierra and the boy.
"Three!!!" Yelled the moogle from the bottom of the table.
"Yeah, whatever. Well I was wondering, can I join?" I asked bluntly. No point beating around the bush.
"Sure, I'm Marche, the first soldier to show up." Said the boy.
"Babette" the vierra said plainly. "And the mugwump under the table is Montblanc. He had a little too much beer."
"What, was that one flask full or something?" I joked.
The vierra laughed but the boy looked confused. "Oh god," I thought. "Don't tell me he doesn't get it? Prudes, I hate them."
Oh well. At least I was in a clan. But if I knew all the trouble it would get me into, I would have said no immediately.