During the whole spring incident, I was playing poker in the tent. That's when Marche flew through, and hit my armor. I did nothing but hiss like the bangaa that I am. I swear I'm the only truly sane one here. The closest to sane we have would be Barett. But even he can get crazy.
Obviously Babette was pissed, because she's the only person who hits Marche that hard. Just as suspected, she walked through the flap. After her was Liz. Pablo had already come back, curled in a corner, trying to make himself as small as possible. But he took a beating too.
I sighed, and continued playing. The owner's child, who was an avid poker player, was showing up Barett and me. So, I quit, and decided since it had gotten pretty late, I was going to bed. The owner was nice enough to give us some small rooms, but we had to sleep on the floor because there were no more beds. But we accepted.
When I awoke, I saw Montblanc moving around quickly, looking harassed.
"We have to leave! Now! But no one's waking up!" He yelled in my...hole that I called an ear. I set off to wake the others. Marche and Pablo were in the room next to mine. They were in a drugged sleep. I guess Liz or Babette slipped something in their stew.
I aimed, and punched them both in the head. They woke up with a jolt.
"Wake up, we're leaving. You guys overslept," I said, and walked out the room. The girls were sleeping, but as I could tell from the condition their clothes were in, they were shocked, burned and froze many times, but didn't wake up.
I tried shaking them, kicking them, tickling them, pushing them, and yelling in their ears. Oh well, might as well get Barett up, I'll deal with them later.
Barett was already up, getting dressed at an unbearably slow pace. Well that leaves the girls.
Then I had an idea. I went to Marche and Pablo's room.
"Pablo, this is an opportunity of a lifetime!" Then I pulled him away, and whispered something in his ear. He grinned, and snuck into the girl's rooms.
I peeked through, and saw his hand moving up their skirts. I turned around, and as I did, heard two "SMACK"s. He walked out with two red hand marks on his face.
"Why didn't you tell me they'd wake up...?" He said sadly. I just chuckled. Job accomplished.
We reached Baguba by mid-morning the next day. We were greeted by the pubmaster when we entered town.
"Montblanc, kupo!" called a small purple moogle. "I'm glad you arrived, I wasn't sure if you would show, kupo!"
"I wouldn't forget about you Nono, kupo" Montblanc said, using his moogle voice. Around us he speaks human, since it's the most common language. Sometimes moogles use words that others can't understand, so it's all right for him to talk with his brother like this. We just shouldn't be expected to follow the conversation.
I walked off, taking a seat at a table with the name Nutsy hung on the wall. People snickered at the name Nutsy. Damn Marche. He had to give the clan such a dumb name.
Barret and Liz joined me. Babette was off, and of course, Marche and Pablo were nowhere to be found.
"Hey, waiter, can I get like some hot tea over here?" Liz asked. The waiter nodded and was off.
Now, we didn't do anything the rest of the day but talk, so you'll want to hear someone more interesting.
(End P.O.V)
Babette was going on an ever so famous walk. Marche and Pablo were off in mischief.
We'll start with the two. They were going around town, Pablo searching for a hot girl, Marche searching for a hot meal. He couldn't stand eating pub food. It was so...ugh.
Inside his head, he was worrying about Ritz, and why she didn't want to go back. There was nothing to offer in this world except fighting and laws.
"There's a good place over there to eat..." Pablo said, pointing to a building.
"Pablo, that's a strip bar," Marche said, looking at the picture of a vierra that looked an awful lot like a playboy bunny.
"Oh...right..." He said distractedly.
"Hey Pablo, did you ever get the feeling that we like girls just because everyone says we're supposed to?" Marche said. Pablo stared at him with his jaw dropped in disbelief.
"Umm, how about we never repeat this conversation to anyone else...I'm forgetting already..." He said, then started covering his ears and humming a strange tune.
Well, we see that they're having fun. Let's see what mischiefs that Babette has gotten herself into. Well, actually, it was quite boring with her too. She was trying to find a good place to eat. Liz had opened her up a bit to everyone else, but it was feeling a little too real. She was used to the cold bangaa, and not being able to trust anyone. Now that she found a group of genuine friends, it seemed almost surreal.
While she was pondering, she bumped into a clan member. He appeared a moogle, and was in a clan with no one else but moogles. 'Hmm, never seen an all moogle clan before,' She thought. She noticed a ghetto pub shoved between a weapons shop, and a high-class eatery.
She walked in, noting that this pub was filled with tough cookies. Bangaa leered at her. She made her way to where the pubmaster lie. This pubmaster was a moogle, and quite a frightened one.
"Ah uh y-yes m-ma'am?" asked the stuttering moogle, and he started to sweat.
"What missions do you have around here?" She asked. He gulped, and gave her a list.
"T-take it, I-if you want t-to join any, come back later, o-or you m-might get j-jumped..." said the pubmaster. Babette left to show the rest of the clan the mission she had in mind.
It was called Clan Tourney.
"Clan tourney? That sounds like totally brutal!" I exclaimed, "We could get beat like really bad!"
"But we could get beat horribly on any mission..." said Barret.
"I say it's worth the pain, since the prize is new weapons of our choice for all members of the clan, and 5,000 gil," Lucas reasoned.
The three of us were sitting in the pub talking, when a messenger sent a list to the Pubmaster. We immediately went to see what it was. It was a mission called "Clan Tourney". Right now we were wondering if we should do it. But we couldn't make any decisions until Marche, Pablo, Babette, and Montblanc got back.
"Hey you guys, like, look below this mission here," I said. Underneath the mission "Clan Tourney", it said 'to sign up for mission, go to Hustler's Inn, next to the weapons shop. Additional rules will be posted there'
"Damn, I hoped we wouldn't have to leave...It's so troublesome..." yawned Barret.
"I don't think I should be in this mission..." I said. Out of experience, these sorts of missions usually had limits to the amounts of people allowed to partake. "I think I'll try this mission..."
The mission involved sneaking into a small fortress and retrieving a document. That was my type of mission. The two decided to tell the rest where I was going, since the mission called for someone to leave today. I would be back in a few days, after the mission. Big mistake.
I smiled. The prude was having fun. I had eventually convinced him of going in the strip bar, and now he was having lots of fun. I made sure to tell the girls not to have sex with him, just play with him a bit.
We walked out, new men. I was a little worried that Marche would turn out gay – so I had to let him see what's so great about girls.
"You wanna go back to the pub?" He asked. I nodded. While walking back, we found Babette, and I started an attempt to talk to her, but she shoved a paper into my hands with something circled.
"Clan Tourney? Sounds brutal," I said, passing the paper to Marche.
"Yeah, but we can only have six people compete..." Marche said. "But, if we win, we get a...what???"
He had a surprised face on. He showed me something, and I grinned evilly. We got Littlevilli as a clan member. I had many sketches of Littlevilli; she was the hottest, strongest vierra around, next to her sister Villi.
"What are you thinking," She asked suspiciously, noticing the look on my face.
"Oh nothing, just how I want to win the tournament," I said.
(end P.O.V)
I bet now you're wondering why there are two different prizes. Well, you'll see.
Eventually, Montblanc joined the group, and the other three returned, only to find that Liz was gone.
"Where's Liz – kun?" Asked Marche.
"She's on a mission, she'll be gone for a few days." Lucas said. "Well, we've found a mission called Clan Tourney, we want to know if you all will join"
"Odd, we found a mission titled that in another pub. We'll do it," Babette said, speaking for everyone. They returned to the other pub, signed up for it, and left for the first destination.
Delia Dunes.
All right people, I need a little help from you all. I think I have an idea of what to do for the next chapter, but I have a little writer's block. So it would be great if you could give me some ideas. Okay?