Final Fantasy Tactics Advance Fanfic

Title: "where is my boot?"

Rate: T for now...

setting: the FFTA world.. Ivalice!

Background:

Ivalice is a busy kingdom, there are a lot of arid places but it does have vegetation and mountains, and there are a few main cities who are always fullof people of all four races; you see Bangaa, who are like lizard men (though they get pretty upset if you call them "lizard") walking around at a slow pace talking about their battles and new techniques; Nu Mou, who are like a mix of a cute boar with long cocker spaniel ears, slowly making their way around; Viera, who are cute girls with rabbit ears and fur, small rabbit claws and charming smile; and humans, whom I need not to descript; buying, selling and hanging around bars for missions. The work system in Ivalice has a very important part of it... besides farmers, musicans, dancers, weavers, merchants or workers, there are certain people whose job is to help is unlike any other around, they take on special jobs usually designed for confrontation, something people of Ivalice calls "engage" instead of combat. these individuals often band together, with jobs such as "soldier", "fighter", "archer" and the like they form a group of combatants called "clans", these clans go around Ivalice doing missions, as there are monsters and wild dangerous animals only these clans have what it takes to fight them, and protect others from danger... and its here, in this dreamlike world, where this story takes place, so lets begin...

Chapter 1: The lost chicken

The evening sun was setting on the horizon of the west sea of Ivalice, people of all races was taking their livestock, belongins and themselves inside their houses for a night or rest and sleep, at least the people who didn't want to get surprised by a stray floatiball on the streets... or even worse; but that was not the case of the clans, who stayed up all day and night looking for jobs, mission to take and win som more money, some more items, respect or just fame; the night had fallen already on Ivalice, and in Cyril, the busiest town of all, steems unsurprisingly with life, even at this time of the night clan members are walking the main streets freely, talking, laghing, planning or just getting from one inn to another, frankly when you move around as much as a respectable clan you have little use for a house; the pub lovcatred at the main street is the busiest of all the palces, and if you belong to a clan its /the/ place to be, inside the place is full of life, people from all races and of all jobs, even ocassional tamed beasts walk around, chatter and discuss; the tables are full of clan people, some are relaxing before the next mission starts, barely having any time to rest some are falling asleep on their seats, a few are worried about the stipend of the clan, while some are plain exited about the mission they did or are going to do... this is Cyril, the busiest town and main place for the clans to seek greatness.. and some money. And honestly, of the last things you expect to find here is a little girl younger than anyone around, hugging a small rag doll in her arms trying to find her way to the bartender at the pub, who, after hearing her request quickly posts a new announcement on the missions avaible for the clans, that reads

*Mission: lost chicken*

"My mom asked me to take care of a chicken, but I got distracted and it ran away, please help me find it before my mom notices its missing, please, I have not much money but its all yours, I'll give you all my allowance. Nini"

*Reward: 1 gil*

It was expected to raise some eyebrows, and a soft laugh here and there... the little girl felt despair as she saw no one come to help her, she was about to cry when a dark brown hand with little claws on the fingertips took the announcement, it was a viera dressed in casual clothes, but the rapier on her belt showed her true job, "I'll take this one" after a few words with the pubmaster she handed him some money for the info and looked at the girl "I'll go looking for your chicken now alright? now return home and sleep well, it'll be there in the morning before your mommy notices" she smiled warmly to the little girl who smiled brightly and happy "wow! thank you miss! I will" she nodded once and began striding away happily, she turned softly to say finally "if my chicken is going to be in the morning in my backyard, there will be your reward too" the little girl smiled and walked out at once.

"What was that all about?" a slightly upset soldier sitting at a table with the same viera who took the mission, "are you going to be out all night? for a gil!?" he shouted at her, "its not about the money Fionn... its.. " she looked down a second, as if some memory came to her "its none of your business!" she finally yelled back at him "I can do any mission I feel like doing!", "people, people.. calm down" a soft and thinkling voice said, shorther than both a small moogle juggler was trying to calm them down "kupo! you all so upset over something so small, if Eyla wants to help the girl, its good its good!" he jumped on the table to see them better as he juggled some rings, "alright I'm off now for the mission" Eyla finally rose from the table, took her cloack and walked out leaving only a small teasing wink to the soldier and then she was gone amid the crowd of the pub; "honestly, I sometimes don't understand her, why doing so much as to stay one night out just to find a chicken? I feel like she doesn't want to be with me *sigh*" the soldier looked down the table in defeat and drank the last bits of his cinnamon drink, "kupo! that's not what she wants I'm sure of it, it seemed she really wanted to help the girl" the juggler jumped down the table "and since we are only tree now, I think we are not going to fight tonight.. so I'm going to train and sleep for now, kupo!" the juggler when out too to the inn to train and rest a while, the soldier waved his hand dissmissely to the juggler as he left, asking for another cinammon drink he sighed and drinked more, thinking and sighing from time to time, it was going to be one of those nights, surely...

to be continued.