It has occurred to me that I have been spelling Sieghart's name wrong this whole time. I'm too lazy to go change it now, but Seighart looks more correct to me anyways, so don't mind if I use them interchangeably, I'm really not paying attention to details like that when writing.
Disclaimer: I do not own Grand Chase, or any of it's characters. But I love them and use them anyways.
"Arme, Arme!" Someone's overly cheery voice was calling out to me. I raised my head groggily from the table, my half-eaten lunch spread out around me. "Arme!"
"Whaaaaaaat…" I moaned, upset that this voice was not shutting up. Hands slammed down on the table, startling me, and preparing me for the face that I'd look up to, expecting to see Elesis. I was surprised when my blurry eyes were not met with fiery red hair, but a pony-tail of blue. "Ronan? What do you want?" Why Ronan was acting like Elesis, I wanted to know.
"I come bearing news of Lass' newest escapade!" His excitement was toxic, and his raised voice was attracting unwanted attention from those nearby.
"Would it kill you to tone it down a decibel or two?" I croaked, rubbing sleep from my eyes and sitting up properly.
"Sorry, guess I got a little over-excited, is all…" he snickered lightly, closing his eyes and rubbing the back of his head with his hand; a habit Elesis often did when embarrassed.
"Elesis, is that you in there? Do you realize you're currently in Ronan's body?" Ronan looked surprised, and then simply laughed it off, a reaction I would not get from Elesis.
"Am I acting that much like her now?"
"Yeah, you've been hanging out with her too much. You might need to lay off for a bit, you're too easily influenced for your own good."
Ronan laughed, it lighting his eyes, and he took a seat across from me. "I apologize. I'll try to act more like myself." I shook my head, knowing my attempted warning was going to waste on him. He would continue to stalk Elesis for the rest of his life if that's how long it took. I guess that's love for you, though. I briefly wondered if he realized how much he loved her, but the thought vanished as soon as Ronan continued. "Do you want to hear about Lass now, or would you rather continue to harass me about Elesis?"
I shook my head and laughed, Lire coming in to save me from choosing on my own. "What's this about Lass and Elesis?" the blond elf asked, clearly confused, setting her lunch down beside me, and cleaning up my half-eaten and now-forgotten lunch.
"No no, you misheard. I have a new tale about Lass, but I've yet to indulge Arme in it, is all. Nothing to do with Elesis." Lire's knowing eyes didn't miss the blush that lightly colored Ronan's face at mentioning Elesis.
"If it has nothing to do with me, why are you talking about me?" the current knight of the hour took a seat beside Ronan, and I knew it'd be a while before the topic of Lass was brought back up. Lire and Elesis certainly weren't going to let Ronan's blunder be taken so lightly.
I let my thoughts wander once again, thinking up ideas of what I'd write in Lass' next note, when the topic finally shifted back to him.
"He was just leaning against the wall there, I don't know why, when Sieghart came out of no where, and just went all out and punched him! Well, that's not true, he TRIED to punch Lass, but Lass is so quick! He just… Leaned, but it was so fast, and Sieghart punched the wall, and then Lass brought his fist up and bam! Hit Sieghart right in the stomach, and the guy just backed off! I mean… It was absolutely stunning to watch!" Ronan was clearly amazed at just how Lass had managed to beat Sieghart, even if the skirmish could hardly be considered a victory.
Actually, I was quite surprised too. I wasn't the only one, however, for two other pairs of eyes widened at this story. No one beat Sieghart. But that wasn't the only shocking thing…
Sieghart hardly ever started fights. If someone goaded him on, he'd fight, but he's never been the type to start a fight. He once said it was too much work to go picking fights he already knew he would win. Everyone knew he was lazy, but it never hindered him in an actual fight. Also, Sieghart never backed down from a fight once it had started. I'm sure he'd keep fighting until he passed out if it came down to it; a simple winding wouldn't stop him. But I wouldn't really know, as no one had ever actually knocked Sieghart out.
"Was he alright in the head?" Elesis asked, clearly wondering over the same things I was.
"Maybe Lass said something to him that you just didn't hear, Ronan. Sieghart would never just start a fight like that. He's too lazy." Lire shook her head, trying to grasp how Sieghart could possibly do something so against his nature.
Ronan shook his head. "Not unless Lass had said something earlier. He was just staring off into space; I certainly didn't see his lips move to say anything before Sieghart punched at him."
"I wonder what made him do it?" I asked. It was rhetorical, and it made everyone think for a while. After I realized I had stopped the conversation, I decided to try starting it up again. "Elly, he's your cousin, you could ask him about it."
Elesis' red eyes snapped back into focus at the mention of this. "Yeah! You're right!" She stood up, "I'm going to go do that right now!" and marched off without a second thought about it. Ronan sighed, Lire laughed, and I just shook my head at how simple minded she could be.
The conversation then turned to where Ryan was, and I stopped paying attention again, pulling out a piece of paper and began scribbling out another note to Lass.
Elesis had never re-appeared, so I was left alone to deliver the letter to Lass' locker. It was surprisingly peaceful, yet so much more nerve-wracking at the same time. After I had successfully placed it in his locker, and as I was heading out to the fields to spend my break reading over some spells, I passed Lass. I froze up, but when he passed by me without paying me two minds, I realized my reaction was stupid. I hadn't even caught his gorgeous blue eyes, but I had caught a glance at them. I was left watching his retreating figure for a few seconds before he turned down the hall to his locker. When I realized this, I didn't want to be caught standing by there if he came back, so I ran as fast as I could towards the fields.
Great, way to be inconspicuous, Arme, I thought to myself. I found a secluded spot behind the shed that held heavy battle armor, pulled out my spell book, and began studying.
A/N: Ok, I know this is a short chapter. Next one is actually a lot longer, and this is just to get it there. It's also already written, go me, and will probly be submitted in a week or so. Or when I write more chapters to have on back-up.
This was actually written during the GC maintenance two weeks ago. I meant to submit this chapter a lot sooner, but life (and grinding in GC) got in the way. (But hey! Now I officially have every 4th MP bar skill they've released! Well, minus Asin, but his requires level 80 anyways.)
This chapter even feels silly and pointless upon re-reading it, and I don't like it. And I don't really like the next chapter, either. I'm just not proud of my writing for this story in general, actually.
Also, no one gave me any OC's for Arme's class. This disappoints me, so I had to use my own (which I REALLY didn't want to do cuz now it's changed things and AUGH), so if you have a character who you would not mind me using for being in Arme's Magician class, PLEASE, PLEASE (I'm begging, here) tell me about them! I need at least 2 more (and I REALLY don't want to use more of my OC's because I hate them, lol). And I know this section of is full of OC's. Pretty please? I'll give you a cookie! :3
Actually, somehow I just thought of a brilliant idea for a problem I was having in this story. AND IT IS TRULY BRILLIANT! I just thought you all should know. Time to go back and re-write Chapter 6!
So read, review, and enjoy, as always! I love hearing your feedback, it's what inspires me to continue this junk story. Tell me how I can improve! Because I can FEEL that there's a lot of crap in this story, but... I don't know how to make it any better! So criticism is welcome! (And helpful!)
Long AN is long.
-Barrows