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paixaorpg2008-05-13 04:22 pm
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Okay. So now what? [Complete]
Character(s): Gabranth, Fran, and Balthier
Content: A slightly confused Judge Magister runs into the local pair of sky-pirates
Setting: Somewhere where the Sinspawn aren't
Time: Noonish
Warnings: None at the moment
Rasler had gone, then. Gone to, one would only assume, whatever awaited him after his death. And while he couldn't claim to be sorry to see him go, the fact that he was left alone with no one save the sky-pirates and Dr. Cid was bothersome, to say the least. All of them were more than capable of revealing him for being not the man he claimed to be and all of whom he would rather not meet, for exactly that reason. Not now, when he'd almost found a way to at least pretend at the honor he hadn't had for many a year.
And while he could yet claim to be his brother, there was yet the question of what do to with himself in the meantime. To claim his brother's name and not act the part would only serve to jeopardize his position further. Not that it wasn't already - the pirates knew his brother's voice far too well and Dr. Cid knew his far too well. Or at least, he could only assume as much. To do otherwise was folly, that much was certain.
And he had no inclination to leave behind the name he'd borrowed, nor take up his Magesterial armor just yet. He was and would always be a Judge Magister after all, armor or no. He just saw no need to act in a official capacity at the moment. The Ninth was, after all, in charge of information and better information could be gained from being someone not-him.
And for now, he would merely drift, and think on what to do next.
Content: A slightly confused Judge Magister runs into the local pair of sky-pirates
Setting: Somewhere where the Sinspawn aren't
Time: Noonish
Warnings: None at the moment
Rasler had gone, then. Gone to, one would only assume, whatever awaited him after his death. And while he couldn't claim to be sorry to see him go, the fact that he was left alone with no one save the sky-pirates and Dr. Cid was bothersome, to say the least. All of them were more than capable of revealing him for being not the man he claimed to be and all of whom he would rather not meet, for exactly that reason. Not now, when he'd almost found a way to at least pretend at the honor he hadn't had for many a year.
And while he could yet claim to be his brother, there was yet the question of what do to with himself in the meantime. To claim his brother's name and not act the part would only serve to jeopardize his position further. Not that it wasn't already - the pirates knew his brother's voice far too well and Dr. Cid knew his far too well. Or at least, he could only assume as much. To do otherwise was folly, that much was certain.
And he had no inclination to leave behind the name he'd borrowed, nor take up his Magesterial armor just yet. He was and would always be a Judge Magister after all, armor or no. He just saw no need to act in a official capacity at the moment. The Ninth was, after all, in charge of information and better information could be gained from being someone not-him.
And for now, he would merely drift, and think on what to do next.
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Balthier was still rather irritated from his encounter with Dr. Cid. He wouldn't complain, not outright, anyway, but one too many complications were cropping up, which wore away at his mood all the more. He had quickly decided that he wanted out. The cage these people called a dome was bothersome enough.
He was thankful when the familiar figure caught his eye. It was something else for him to think about, and something that still needed to be taken care of. "Basch" was rather suspicious, and Balthier was keen to figure out just why. With all of the instances of dead men cropping up, he had some idea, but he'd rather not think on it for too long. Best save that for once a definite conclusion was reached.