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paixaorpg2007-10-31 08:38 pm
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Where's the crash? Not that I'm complaining... [active]
Character(s): Balthier, Fran, Fox, Carpet
Content: Arrival in Paixao
Setting: Niflheim Gate
Time: Afternoon
Warnings: None
Content: Arrival in Paixao
Setting: Niflheim Gate
Time: Afternoon
Warnings: None
"Come on... Just a little further," Balthier murmured, his ship shuddering violently. He'd never experienced turbulence like this before. The heavy mists of jagd would simply bring airships down: a little too far in and a tumbling you would go, so this was definitely not their doing. Not to mention the skystone powering the Strahl allowed it to fly over jagd with little difficulty in the first place. He hadn't been hit by anything, at least as far as he knew, and the airship usually provided a smooth ride. Balthier just couldn't figure it out.
But the time for wondering was over. With a last great rumble, the nose of the Strahl pointed towards the ground and the ship was sent spiraling downwards. Her pilot grit his teeth and shut his eyes, waiting for impact. This wasn't going to be pretty.
Even though his eyes were shut, Balthier was still able to "see" the brilliant flash of light. He wasn't sure how long he was out, afterwards, but the next thing he knew, he was waking up to blue sky and strangely uncomfortable grass. Slowly he got to his feet, looking himself over. "Not a scratch on me..." he whispered to himself with some amazement before straightening his sleeves and getting a better look at the place. He couldn't help but let out a low whistle.
Riches. Everywhere. As far as the eye could see. Gil, apparently, really did grow on trees. And silver in grass. And yet... he was disappointed. It wasn't any fun to steal something so easily attained. There was no challenge, no adventure. The inflation here must be absolutely phenomenal, he couldn't help but think to himself. It was then that he noticed a long line not too far away. Whether or not he was dead, it was a place to start.
Balthier was rather surprised at the speed at which he reached the gate. He admired its design for a bit--ice; creative--before he looked over to its keeper.
"Hello, sir, and welcome to Paixao? May I have your name?" the blond man asked.
Paixao, hm? "Balthier," he replied, the gatekeeper handing over a small gold device and pamphlet before the sky pirate was ushered through the gate. Seemed it was time to see what this place had to offer...
But the time for wondering was over. With a last great rumble, the nose of the Strahl pointed towards the ground and the ship was sent spiraling downwards. Her pilot grit his teeth and shut his eyes, waiting for impact. This wasn't going to be pretty.
Even though his eyes were shut, Balthier was still able to "see" the brilliant flash of light. He wasn't sure how long he was out, afterwards, but the next thing he knew, he was waking up to blue sky and strangely uncomfortable grass. Slowly he got to his feet, looking himself over. "Not a scratch on me..." he whispered to himself with some amazement before straightening his sleeves and getting a better look at the place. He couldn't help but let out a low whistle.
Riches. Everywhere. As far as the eye could see. Gil, apparently, really did grow on trees. And silver in grass. And yet... he was disappointed. It wasn't any fun to steal something so easily attained. There was no challenge, no adventure. The inflation here must be absolutely phenomenal, he couldn't help but think to himself. It was then that he noticed a long line not too far away. Whether or not he was dead, it was a place to start.
Balthier was rather surprised at the speed at which he reached the gate. He admired its design for a bit--ice; creative--before he looked over to its keeper.
"Hello, sir, and welcome to Paixao? May I have your name?" the blond man asked.
Paixao, hm? "Balthier," he replied, the gatekeeper handing over a small gold device and pamphlet before the sky pirate was ushered through the gate. Seemed it was time to see what this place had to offer...
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"Most organizations like that don't tend to." If this group actually did, Balthier wouldn't know how to respond. Either they would be incompetent, as Fox believed they would be, or they would have something up their sleeves that meant you didn't have a chance. Or at least they would think you didn't. It was too much of a gamble no matter what way Balthier looked at it.
And he was brought to a bit of a standstill in his thought process. He wondered whether to ask Fox more about this organization or testing the flight capabilities of the flying rug. The information would be useful for the future, but to get back to flight (even if it was on such an unorthodox mode of transport) would at least inject a sense of normalcy back into his life. Despite himself, he kept glancing back over to the carpet. Flight was beginning to win out.