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paixaorpg2007-12-19 09:37 am
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Entry tags:
Interim [Active, Open]
Character(s): Rasler, not!Basch, and possibly others?
Content: They're on their way to meet with Celes and co.
Setting: Train from Muspelheim to Central.
Time: Still afternoonish
Warnings: None
On some level, Rasler knew he was being rash. It was foolish to rush headlong into the heart of an unfamiliar city, foolish to be so open with what little information he had over these journals, all of it foolish. The coordinates General Chere had sent him, which he was now following without a second thought, could easily be leading him into a trap. He knew that. He simply didn't care.
What bothered him more than anything were Balthier's words, which he couldn't put out of his mind. He already knew, intellectually, that Nabudis was gone, but the rest he couldn't seem to reconcile. It was one thing to be rumored dead, but another entirely to be rumored dead for two years. And in the meantime, if that man were to be believed, King Raminas had been slain, Dalmasca overrun and subsequently freed, and Ashe had become queen...
Two years. He couldn't possibly have missed two years. Who did Balthier think he was?
But the news, and an offer to meet, had both come once he had already boarded the train to his meeting with the General and her contact, and there was still to honor his original commitment. Perhaps some of the answers about this "world between worlds" would double as answers for his other, more pressing questions.
For now, though, he waited, as the train sped along toward their destination. It was a poor time to have to do so, but he had no choice. He had been silent since receiving the news, his face cold but otherwise held carefully level. Whatever the circumstances, as a Prince of Nabradia, he still had his role to uphold, and uphold it he would.
But damned if he wasn't going to get to the bottom of this.
Content: They're on their way to meet with Celes and co.
Setting: Train from Muspelheim to Central.
Time: Still afternoonish
Warnings: None
On some level, Rasler knew he was being rash. It was foolish to rush headlong into the heart of an unfamiliar city, foolish to be so open with what little information he had over these journals, all of it foolish. The coordinates General Chere had sent him, which he was now following without a second thought, could easily be leading him into a trap. He knew that. He simply didn't care.
What bothered him more than anything were Balthier's words, which he couldn't put out of his mind. He already knew, intellectually, that Nabudis was gone, but the rest he couldn't seem to reconcile. It was one thing to be rumored dead, but another entirely to be rumored dead for two years. And in the meantime, if that man were to be believed, King Raminas had been slain, Dalmasca overrun and subsequently freed, and Ashe had become queen...
Two years. He couldn't possibly have missed two years. Who did Balthier think he was?
But the news, and an offer to meet, had both come once he had already boarded the train to his meeting with the General and her contact, and there was still to honor his original commitment. Perhaps some of the answers about this "world between worlds" would double as answers for his other, more pressing questions.
For now, though, he waited, as the train sped along toward their destination. It was a poor time to have to do so, but he had no choice. He had been silent since receiving the news, his face cold but otherwise held carefully level. Whatever the circumstances, as a Prince of Nabradia, he still had his role to uphold, and uphold it he would.
But damned if he wasn't going to get to the bottom of this.