With Fran Chapter 4
Marche was just exiting the men's room when he was tackled headlong to the floor of the pub by a panicked red-headed moogle. "What the he- Montblanc! What's with you?" "She's here! Just came via long distance Moogling! Asked for us specifically!" "Who's-" "You know who!! That perma-dyed swordswinging psychopath! I thought she left Cyril but no no NO! Nono called Hurdy and he confirmed it! And she's brought that hateful viera with her. Oh oh kupoooh- ACK! She's HERE!!" "SLOW. DOWN. You already said she's here, I got tha-" "Nooo, here -the pub- at the bar! NOW!"
Getting to his feet and pushing the moogle off of him, Marche peered through the pub-goers to search the bar. It didn't take long to spot the girl's long, unnaturally colored hair. The bar man had already pointed them their way and the viera was already half way through the crowd. "Better have a good excuse to run off right as she gets here again..." "I'll be uh-umm esper-collecting!" The panicked, not usually hyper mog gathered his stuff off the table and started to dash away, but Marche grabbed him by the collar. "You already did that. She got pissed that you were so rude last time and checked up on you. You can't use the same alibi." "Then uh, kupooo..." "No starting new clans either! That last one tried to leave you for dead in a Jagd. Twice." "Mmm, Pins! Corsages! Pendants! I'm collecting esp- no, er Scion stuff for for... some important reason. I'll start with Belias, BYE!" He watched the moogle dash off for the pub's back exit, diving through people's legs and upsetting more than one barmaid. Marche returned to his chair right as the already angry girl neared their spot. "I swear that mog's got compulsive-obsessive whatever." "And ADHD. Not to mention bad manners." She'd seen the moogle's hasty departure and wasn't too pleased.
"Oh, hi Ritz. That bit's kinda your fault though." "Ahem." "Ritz-" "That's not why I'm here though. I-" "Ah-hem." "Ritz can you just wait for a mo-" "-was coming by to make sure-" "Shove off pinky. I was here first so wait your turn." "EX-cuuse me?!" "I said shove off. Silence! I'll only be a minute." "Mmmrmph!" "STOP! Now where was I?" Ritz froze in place and Shara put a hand to her eyes. She'd have to hear about this for weeks. "Shara." "Fran." The two viera took their leave of the hume confrontation to watch from a safe distance. "You didn't need to do that, Jeris." "Like I said, I'll just be a minute longer. Now, we already know the crystals blow up when you defeat them, but the shards left over still have some power. How do we take care of that without simply crushing them?" "Shards? I thought they dissentigrated when we beat them? Oh, wait, the Nu Mou's didn't. Well, in that case I'm not sure. Can't really help you there. Sorry." "Oh, she's gonna be sorr-" "Silence! Alright then, thanks anyway. Too bad about Montblanc's little quest there, I hear some kid named Luso's already got the first three." "We leave. Farewell Shara." Shara nodded goodbye to the other viera and turned back with a grimace. Her and Marche shared a cringe as they watched the spell on Ritz fade and the storm to come begin to brew.