Nomads United

A/N: Lyn, as you would think, would become a little paranoid on a long journey... So, after she spends about a week in Eliwood's party, she starts freaking out and calls an emergency meeting with Guy and Rath... And to their dismay, she won't calm down.

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Prologue -- Lyn's Proclomation

Rath, the ever-silent, ever... well, you get the point. Rath was walking around the camp-- well, I should say that he was riding his horse around the camp, and looking for Lyndis. He had picked up her necklace outside of her tent, and wanted to return it to her before she started crying and lusting about it.

"Lyndis?" he asked, opening a tent. And, yes, he was still on his horse.

Hey, I think Rath's horse needs a name, don't you? How about... Pierrdro? Pierrdro! Pierrdro the Arabian... Sacaen horse! WEEEEE!!!

Pierrdro snorted.

"Yes, I know she's one hard oat to swallow, but bear with it, Pierrdro," said Rath, patting Pierrdro on the neck. "I betcha she's around here somewhere--"

"Psst!" came a voice from a black, shadowy tent that all whom passed by seemed not to noticed. Rath, however, did, and very much, might I add, for when he saw it, he nearly fell off of Pierrdro!

"Y-yes?" he stuttered, something not-very-common with Rath. He regained his composure (and so did Pierrdro), and spurred Pierrdro. The horse walked slowly over to the tent. "Yes?" repeated Rath.

"Come in, Rath!" said the voice. This time, it sounded oddly feminine...

Pierrdro nudged the tent flap open, and snorted in anguish. The inside was as black as the outside!

"Yes, Pierrdro," sighed Rath. "It seems that our legs were being pulled--"

"Rath, it's me! Lyndis!" cried Lyndis. It was now, that, when the light shone in, it revealed her sun-deprived features: Her eyes had bags under them, her skin was now pale, and it looked (and smelled) like she hadn't showered in about a week.

Rath's expression contorted, which was very odd. "...L...Lyndis? Milady, what has happened to you?"

"Just come in, Rath!" said Lyndis.

Rath dismounted Pierrdro and entered, patting Pierrdro on the neck before fully going into the tent.

When he let the flap go, it became pitch black again. Until a familiar teenage Sacaen lit a lanturn in the corner. He, unlike the Lady Lyndis, didn't look so bad as she did, for it had only probably been about half an hour since Guy was pulled into the abyss that was this tent.

"Hey there, Rath!" he said casually, as if there was no darkness enveloping them as it seemed. "How's it going?"

Lyn slapped a hand on the boy's head, causing him to fall back. "Enough of the chit-chat! I have a proposition for both of you!"

Rath sighed. Guy sat back up, a scornful look on his face as he adjusted his headband.

"What is it, Lady Lyndis?" asked Rath.

"We're all Nomads, right?" she asked. The look on her face seemed to worsen with every syllable.

Guy and Rath nodded.

"I feel the need to spend more time around you guys instead of... them," she hissed, throwing a glare at a random part of the tent, probably motioning to the people outside. "So, that's why I've called this meeting. Guy, get out the... WALKIE TALKIE OF DOOM!"

Rath looked at Guy, who shrugged. "I... don't have it... milady."

Lyn gave him a look that could've maimed him. "And whyever not?"

Guy looked slightly guilty. "You... never gave me... one... milady..." he muttered, looking up at her with what could've been described as the "Puppy dog look" in his green eyes.

"Although I agree with both the author and the narrator; you are adorable, Guy, but you're older than she is," said Lyn, crossing her arms. "Plus, you're Sacaen!"

"I know..." mumbled Guy. "That's why I told you the truth--"

Lyn scoffed. "Truth?" she asked, laughing. "What truth? You didn't tell me the truth!"

The boy started stuttering: "B-bu-but I did, m-milady!"

"I gave you the.......... WALKIE TALKIE OF DOOM at dinner!"

"It's only noontime, milady," Rath interjected.

"...I meant last night," said Lyndis.

Okay, she just went crazy... thought Rath, a nervous (HUH?) look on his face. "Erm, let's just think rationally here, Lady Lyndis. You could've been halucinating and accidentilly gave the walkie talkie of doom to... another green-haired kid?"

"HUH?" asked Lyn. "What walkie talkie of doom?"

Guy stared at her blankly, unblinkingly. Rath, however, sighed and rolled his eyes.

"Milady," he began. "This immense darkness is causing you to... snap, in a way. I believe that you're losing your wits as we speak. Perhaps we should step out into the sunlight for a moment?"

Lyn looked shaken. "Yeah... Yes, I think that would be for the best..."

--Outside

Lyn's complection seemed to regain its beauty as she stepped into the sun. Her hair immediately regained its luster, and the bags under her eyes disappeared completely. Ah, radience...

Herbal Essences. Lyn endorses it, why don't you?

"Ah, the only thing that preceeds your beauty, milady," said Sain dreamily. "Is your glorious personality!" His eyes, of course, were someway down, past her face, as he started to drool.

"A-HEM," coughed Lyn, clearing her thoat. "I'm up HERE."

"OH, yes, Lady Lyndis," laughed Sain. He looked around nervously, before scooting off to woo someone else.

"Hello, Lady Lyndis!" said Nino cheerily, waving to the older woman.

"Get bent," snorted Lyn.

Nino looked taken aback, then stalked off.

Lyndis laughed. "Ah, Guy, you said that it's noontime, yes?" she asked the young myrmidon, looking down at him. He nodded. "Right, so it's lunch time?"

"Yes, milady," he said quietly. MAN, she is crazy...

"Then come, my Nomad bretheren!" she said brightly, marching off to get a bite to eat. "Time for lunch!"

The two men sighed. Well, man and a boy, I mean.

"Guy, are you sure she's not taking any drugs...?" asked Rath, after he was sure she was out of earshot.

Guy, although his forehead was concealed by the headband, wrinkled his brow. "I don't really know, Rath. I don't really know."

BUM BUM BUUUUUUUUUUM!!!

"Joe! Stop that!" screamed Kent, hitting Joe Narrator with a boot.

"Ow! Sorry," said Joe.

Guy's expression turned into something like this: o.o

Rath glanced at him. "What?"

Guy gave him a disbelieving look. "That's the guy who thinks... I'm adorable...?" he asked, exasperatedly.

The older Nomad didn't looked phased. "So?"

"He's old! And icky!" said Guy immaturly, pointing at Joe Narrator. "And he's a man!" He shook a fist at ol' Joe. "That's almost counted as molestation, you pervert!"

Joe threw Guy a glance that practically shouted, 'And you're a crazy brat who doesn't know when to shut up!'

Then the narrator walked away to... do whatever it is that narrators do. Which is narrate. Yes, I do need a day-job...

--Lunchtime

"...So..." said Lyn quietly, after Rath and a very uncomfortable Guy had seated themselves on a carved log across from her that served as a bench. "I'm thinking of starting a... little club... for Nomads only..."

Guy's shoulders lowered. Rath sighed, rolling his eyes again.

"Milady," said Rath. "I don't think that.... Well, right now, I feel that your ideas right now aren't... stable. Yes, that's the word..."

"So," repeated Lyn, cocking an eyebrow. "You're basically saying... that I'm... crazy...?"

"Yes, milady," said Rath.

Guy looked nervous, and swallowed some of his stew hard.

Lyn thwacked Rath over the head. "You silly goof!" she laughed. "I'm not crazy!"

"Then what did you call that?" asked Guy, bringing up the pitch black tent that people still passed by as if it didn't exist.

"Oh, that?" said Lyn. Her face dropped. "I... I don't know..." she trailed off quietly.

They stared at each other for a while.

"...Ooookay," sighed Rath, getting up and mounting Pierrdro. "Well, call me back when you regain your sanity, Lady Lyndis."

"Wait! Don't leave just yet!" pleaded Lyn. "I've got something to give each of you!" She quickly pulled out two two-way radios from out of nowhere.

Rath stared at them. "What the hell are those for?"

"To contact one another!" replied Lyn brightly, smiling. She handed Rath one and pushed the other into Guy's arms. He stared at it like it would bite him.

"...For... what, exactly?" asked Guy.

"We're Nomads United, sweet, innocent child!" said Lyn.

Guy, after registering what she just said, stared at her.

"Nomads... United?" asked Rath, voicing his and Guy's confusion.

"Yessiree!" said Lyn. She put her hands on her hips. "When I call a meeting, you two just go to that there black tent, y'hear?"

Guy looked like he was going to burst into tears of fright and worry, but Rath looked in deep thought.

"I'll leave you two alone," said Lyn, getting up and walking away to talk to her friends.

"Guy, I think we have a mental case on our hands," said Rath after a long pause.

Guy whimpered, then fainted.

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TO BE CONTINUED...

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Will Guy and Rath get out of this alive? Will they have wacky adventures (no)? Will there be cameos as random as this story? You may or may not find out next time on...

NOMADS UNITED!!!