Authors Note/Disclaimer: I don't own WA 3, it belongs to Media Vision/Sony/Not me.
Nothing much to say. Here's the next chapter. Enjoy. Oh, and I've got this in my bio, too, but I doubt anyone really looks there: If you know where I can get a copy of the script for Wild Arms 2, or if you have one and wouldn't mind sending me a copy, please e-mail me. It'll be a big help. ^_^
Month One- Breaking the News and Clive Control
"Virginia, please, keep your voice down."
Virginia laughed and did as Catherine asked. "That's great, Catherine, but why don't you want Clive to know? This is a good thing, right?"
"It is, but... would you believe me if I told you that Clive is terribly overprotective?"
"You're kidding!"
"I wish I were," laughed Mrs. Winslett. "Let me tell you about the first time..."
* * *
~"Catherine, what are you doing?"
Catherine rolled her eyes in annoyance. "I'm standing up, Clive. What does it look like?"
"You cannot do that! Sit, and I'll get whatever it is you are looking for."
"I have to go to the bathroom, Clive."
"...oh."~
* * *
"Seriously? I can't imagine Clive doing that."
"Well, he does. I don't know if I'd be able to put up with another nine months of being treated like delicate china."
Virginia laughed. "But last time, you also didn't have Gallows, Jet and myself around. We'll help keep Clive in line for you. You'll see."
"Can I get that in writing?" smiled Catherine.
It was at that moment that Gallows chose to stick his head into the kitchen.
"Hey, you two finished with your girl talk yet? Some of us are hungry out here!"
The two girls laughed, and got back to fixing dinner.
* * *
Jet shot Gallows a dirty look as the Baskar continued to stuff his face. Gallows swallowed his mouthful and beamed at Catherine.
"You are such a wonderful cook, Catherine!"
"Yes," grinned Virginia, "thank you for inviting us over. But isn't there something you'd like to share with the others?"
Clive looked up, slightly surprised, his fork halfway to his mouth. "Really? And what might that be?"
Catherine smiled as her husband resumed eating. "I'm going to have another baby."
Clive choked.
Gallows slapped him on the back until he could breath again, chuckling. "Way to go, Clive! Whoo!"
The green haired sniper coughed a couple of times, ignoring Gallows, and stared at his wife. "When did you find out?"
"Just the other day," replied Catherine.
"Why did you not tell me?"
"Because I knew you would overreact like you are doing now, and insist I stay in bed for the next nine months."
"Well, you should not overexert yourself when you are pregnant..."
"Mommy?" interrupted Kaitlyn. "Am I getting a little brother or sister?"
Virginia couldn't help laughing as Catherine answered.
"Yes, dear, you are."
"Yay! May I be excused? I want to go tell all my friends!"
"Don't leave town and be home by sunset."
Kaitlyn nodded and ran from the room. Clive put his fork down and stood. He was surprised when Virginia stood as well, and barred his way.
"Ah, ah, ah," she admonished, grinning and waving a finger. "Catherine has enlisted some help in keeping you from being too overprotective."
When Clive just stared blankly at her, she continued. "Gallows, Jet and I will be helping to keep you under control, so you don't go too overboard."
At this, Gallows and Jet exchanged looks. Gallows grinned. Sounded like fun to him. Jet merely rolled his eyes, wondering why he put up with this stuff.
"Be glad to help, ma'am!" said Gallows.
Catherine smiled. "Thank you, Gallows. And you, Jet?"
"...whatever."
Mrs. Winslett continued to smile. She knew that was the closest to a 'yes' she'd get from the surly silver haired boy.
Clive sat down, in a state of shock. A goofy grin spread across his face. "I'm going to be a father again..."
"How far along are you, Catherine?" asked Gallows.
"Cheville figures about two weeks." Catherine smiled playfully at Clive. "Sound about right?"
Clive turned a brilliant shade of red as Gallows cheered. Jet just shook his head as Virginia laughed.
Catherine started to stand. Clive shot out of his chair and over to her side to help her up. She shook her head.
"And so it begins. Clive, really, I won't break just because I'm standing up."
Virginia suddenly broke into a wide, deviant grin. "Clive, I'd tone it down, if I were you. You may regret it, if you don't."
Ignoring her, Clive helped his wife back to the living room. Jet and Gallows were about to follow when Virginia stopped them.
"We've got to let him know we're serious, guys. I've formulated a wonderful plan. Gallows, this is what I want you to do..."
* * *
Virginia and Jet sat down on the couch as Gallows waved goodbye and left the house.
"Where is Gallows going?" asked Clive.
Virginia smirked. "It's a surprise."
Catherine gave Virginia a funny look. "What are you planning?"
"You'll find out."
* * *
The house was quiet, moonlight streaming through the window. Everyone in the house was sleeping soundly.
Three shadowy figures moved through a shaft of moonlight, carrying what looked like a human shaped bundle. It was snoring.
Okay, maybe not everyone was sleeping.
There was a snicker as the group disappeared out the door.
* * *
He blinked slowly, the sunlight shining in his eyes. Wait. Sunlight? The window should have been closed.
Clive opened his eyes.
His surroundings were blurry. He wasn't wearing his glasses. But he knew he wasn't where he was supposed to be. First of all, he was standing. Second, he seemed to be tied to a post, his arms bound behind his back by something heavy. Whatever it was also bound his feet. And lastly, he could tell by the feel of the fabric that he was not wearing his normal outfit.
All right, he thought, what is going on here?
A blurred human shape moved past his field of vision. He could hear the man snickering. It sounded like Datson.
Before he could question him, another figure stepped into his view. There was no mistaking the blurry purple blob.
"What are you doing, Virginia?"
She just laughed and slid his glasses onto his face, bringing his world into focus.
Clive blinked.
He was tied to the lamppost in the middle of town and -he looked down at himself in shock- dressed as a Memory Figure.
"Why?"
"Consider this a warning," smiled Virginia sweetly. "Step too far out of line and you'll find out just how much Gallows and I love to play pranks."
Clive stared at her. "You did this so I would not-"
"Try to smother Catherine?" Virginia gave him a big grin, clapping her hands together and tilting them. "Yup!"
"I...see. Now, will you let me go?"
The young Drifter giggled. "Maybe later." She turned and started to head back to Clive's house.
"Virginia? You are not seriously going to leave me here like this, are you?"
He received no response.
"..."
* * *
Jet went by later that day and let Clive free of his bonds. The green haired Drifter made it his first priority to change out of the Memory Figure costume, having been laughed at enough for one day.
He behaved himself for the rest of the month.
Nothing much to say. Here's the next chapter. Enjoy. Oh, and I've got this in my bio, too, but I doubt anyone really looks there: If you know where I can get a copy of the script for Wild Arms 2, or if you have one and wouldn't mind sending me a copy, please e-mail me. It'll be a big help. ^_^
Month One- Breaking the News and Clive Control
"Virginia, please, keep your voice down."
Virginia laughed and did as Catherine asked. "That's great, Catherine, but why don't you want Clive to know? This is a good thing, right?"
"It is, but... would you believe me if I told you that Clive is terribly overprotective?"
"You're kidding!"
"I wish I were," laughed Mrs. Winslett. "Let me tell you about the first time..."
* * *
~"Catherine, what are you doing?"
Catherine rolled her eyes in annoyance. "I'm standing up, Clive. What does it look like?"
"You cannot do that! Sit, and I'll get whatever it is you are looking for."
"I have to go to the bathroom, Clive."
"...oh."~
* * *
"Seriously? I can't imagine Clive doing that."
"Well, he does. I don't know if I'd be able to put up with another nine months of being treated like delicate china."
Virginia laughed. "But last time, you also didn't have Gallows, Jet and myself around. We'll help keep Clive in line for you. You'll see."
"Can I get that in writing?" smiled Catherine.
It was at that moment that Gallows chose to stick his head into the kitchen.
"Hey, you two finished with your girl talk yet? Some of us are hungry out here!"
The two girls laughed, and got back to fixing dinner.
* * *
Jet shot Gallows a dirty look as the Baskar continued to stuff his face. Gallows swallowed his mouthful and beamed at Catherine.
"You are such a wonderful cook, Catherine!"
"Yes," grinned Virginia, "thank you for inviting us over. But isn't there something you'd like to share with the others?"
Clive looked up, slightly surprised, his fork halfway to his mouth. "Really? And what might that be?"
Catherine smiled as her husband resumed eating. "I'm going to have another baby."
Clive choked.
Gallows slapped him on the back until he could breath again, chuckling. "Way to go, Clive! Whoo!"
The green haired sniper coughed a couple of times, ignoring Gallows, and stared at his wife. "When did you find out?"
"Just the other day," replied Catherine.
"Why did you not tell me?"
"Because I knew you would overreact like you are doing now, and insist I stay in bed for the next nine months."
"Well, you should not overexert yourself when you are pregnant..."
"Mommy?" interrupted Kaitlyn. "Am I getting a little brother or sister?"
Virginia couldn't help laughing as Catherine answered.
"Yes, dear, you are."
"Yay! May I be excused? I want to go tell all my friends!"
"Don't leave town and be home by sunset."
Kaitlyn nodded and ran from the room. Clive put his fork down and stood. He was surprised when Virginia stood as well, and barred his way.
"Ah, ah, ah," she admonished, grinning and waving a finger. "Catherine has enlisted some help in keeping you from being too overprotective."
When Clive just stared blankly at her, she continued. "Gallows, Jet and I will be helping to keep you under control, so you don't go too overboard."
At this, Gallows and Jet exchanged looks. Gallows grinned. Sounded like fun to him. Jet merely rolled his eyes, wondering why he put up with this stuff.
"Be glad to help, ma'am!" said Gallows.
Catherine smiled. "Thank you, Gallows. And you, Jet?"
"...whatever."
Mrs. Winslett continued to smile. She knew that was the closest to a 'yes' she'd get from the surly silver haired boy.
Clive sat down, in a state of shock. A goofy grin spread across his face. "I'm going to be a father again..."
"How far along are you, Catherine?" asked Gallows.
"Cheville figures about two weeks." Catherine smiled playfully at Clive. "Sound about right?"
Clive turned a brilliant shade of red as Gallows cheered. Jet just shook his head as Virginia laughed.
Catherine started to stand. Clive shot out of his chair and over to her side to help her up. She shook her head.
"And so it begins. Clive, really, I won't break just because I'm standing up."
Virginia suddenly broke into a wide, deviant grin. "Clive, I'd tone it down, if I were you. You may regret it, if you don't."
Ignoring her, Clive helped his wife back to the living room. Jet and Gallows were about to follow when Virginia stopped them.
"We've got to let him know we're serious, guys. I've formulated a wonderful plan. Gallows, this is what I want you to do..."
* * *
Virginia and Jet sat down on the couch as Gallows waved goodbye and left the house.
"Where is Gallows going?" asked Clive.
Virginia smirked. "It's a surprise."
Catherine gave Virginia a funny look. "What are you planning?"
"You'll find out."
* * *
The house was quiet, moonlight streaming through the window. Everyone in the house was sleeping soundly.
Three shadowy figures moved through a shaft of moonlight, carrying what looked like a human shaped bundle. It was snoring.
Okay, maybe not everyone was sleeping.
There was a snicker as the group disappeared out the door.
* * *
He blinked slowly, the sunlight shining in his eyes. Wait. Sunlight? The window should have been closed.
Clive opened his eyes.
His surroundings were blurry. He wasn't wearing his glasses. But he knew he wasn't where he was supposed to be. First of all, he was standing. Second, he seemed to be tied to a post, his arms bound behind his back by something heavy. Whatever it was also bound his feet. And lastly, he could tell by the feel of the fabric that he was not wearing his normal outfit.
All right, he thought, what is going on here?
A blurred human shape moved past his field of vision. He could hear the man snickering. It sounded like Datson.
Before he could question him, another figure stepped into his view. There was no mistaking the blurry purple blob.
"What are you doing, Virginia?"
She just laughed and slid his glasses onto his face, bringing his world into focus.
Clive blinked.
He was tied to the lamppost in the middle of town and -he looked down at himself in shock- dressed as a Memory Figure.
"Why?"
"Consider this a warning," smiled Virginia sweetly. "Step too far out of line and you'll find out just how much Gallows and I love to play pranks."
Clive stared at her. "You did this so I would not-"
"Try to smother Catherine?" Virginia gave him a big grin, clapping her hands together and tilting them. "Yup!"
"I...see. Now, will you let me go?"
The young Drifter giggled. "Maybe later." She turned and started to head back to Clive's house.
"Virginia? You are not seriously going to leave me here like this, are you?"
He received no response.
"..."
* * *
Jet went by later that day and let Clive free of his bonds. The green haired Drifter made it his first priority to change out of the Memory Figure costume, having been laughed at enough for one day.
He behaved himself for the rest of the month.
