http://scrapsplz.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] scrapsplz.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2008-05-13 04:22 pm

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.

[identity profile] venit-ex-silva.livejournal.com 2008-06-08 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
What did it matter? Like seemed to call to like in this place, and although she was as of yet unsure if that went true for arrivals it was a possibility at the least. And with two of the Empire here (three should Balthier himself count) there was little doubt that more would follow in their footsteps should her guesses be true.

She could only hope that the city would be kind enough to bring the younger of Solidors if come they must. But with the luck they'd seen so far with dead men walking she doubted that would be the case.