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paixaorpg2008-06-30 08:57 pm
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A pair of men without a sky [Active]
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.
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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"Long enough to know that I'd much rather be anywhere else, but not long enough to expire from boredom." He'd done his best to try not to assign any sort of concrete number to the amount of time he'd been stuck in this place - that he was here was bad enough, no need to have a reminder of just how long it had been. Months at least, of that he was sure.
More than long enough for one game to last.