A pair of men without a sky [Active]

[withwingstofly.livejournal.com]

Character(s): Setzer and Balthier
Content: A sky pirate and a gambler meet
Setting: The Cafe Ersesat at F6
Time: Late afternoon/early evening
Warnings: None at the moment

From time to time, even a man who was as upbeat as Setzer felt the need to simply sit and think. The fact that he'd chosen to stop at place that just happened to sell an assortment of alcohol was just sort of an added incentive. And in any case he wasn't really paying attention to the half-full glass in front of him, instead idly shuffling his cards.

Between the monsters and assorted other difficulties of the city things had long since stopped because interesting and had become a bother. He hadn't seen Locke for quite some time either, which meant he was the only Returner around and thus the only one he could trust should it end up that someone needed to take Kefka down. And then there was the lack of a sky. He'd always felt most at home in the skies with the wind blowing through his hair and here he was not only grounded but trapped in a city that was far too small to accommodate his wanderlust as well as himself.

And he couldn't do a damned thing about it.

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[freedominthesky.livejournal.com]

Wings--? Ah, that was right, Setzer had said before that he'd had an airship. Balthier brightened considerably. Finally, someone who understood the cage that was being without a sky. It seemed an exaggeration, but the sky was freedom to the pirate, and to be without it altogether was almost unbearable.

"A bane to all men," Balthier replied, "I still can't say I see the point of them in the first place."

Protection, he had heard, but they could easily have just used a paling in that case. And, if they hadn't the technology or magick to create one, they could simply have used a fortified wall. While there might still be problems with aerial beasts, outside the domes seemed safe enough. Enough sot to wait out there in the long line to the city proper.

[withwingstofly.livejournal.com]

"To be a inconvenience to men like us, perhaps." However, even a brightly jeweled trap was still a trap all the same. "Or maybe there's something out there they don't want us finding."

Which wasn't precisely a comforting thought either. After all, of the relatively few reasons to keep someone from finding something most of them were of the 'not at all good' variety. Finding out what that something might be was more his style than blowing holes in the domes but it still required an airship and some good dependable back up - and he had neither.