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paixaorpg2008-08-13 05:07 pm
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A Gambler and an Esper go to a Cafe [Complete]
Character(s): Terra Branford, Setzer Gabbiani
Content: Two friends reunite at the cafe
Setting: Cafe Ersesat
Time: Brunchtime, so about midmorning.
Warnings: None, I think.
On the one hand, she did find out that one of her friends was here. On the other, she found out that Kefka was here too. She could have done without that, but it was probably best to get those things out in the open. Admittedly she was a bit disgusted with herself - talking that way that is. Her anger had gotten the better of her. Even she could see the hypocritical stance she'd taken; not that she had backed down even when Kefka called her on it. As if she would listen to anything that that man said.
She supposed she didn't have a right to pass judgement on whether he lived or died. Did wanting that madman dead for everything he'd done make her a bad person? With a vague noise of discontent, Terra shook herself out of her mood and armed herself. She wasn't going to give Kefka another thought, if she could help it. She was instead, going to meet Setzer at the cafe, and *that* at least, she looked forward to. So after she left the hotel room, she trotted down to said Cafe, parked herself by the window with some juice drink she'd forgotten the name of, and settled in to wait.
Content: Two friends reunite at the cafe
Setting: Cafe Ersesat
Time: Brunchtime, so about midmorning.
Warnings: None, I think.
On the one hand, she did find out that one of her friends was here. On the other, she found out that Kefka was here too. She could have done without that, but it was probably best to get those things out in the open. Admittedly she was a bit disgusted with herself - talking that way that is. Her anger had gotten the better of her. Even she could see the hypocritical stance she'd taken; not that she had backed down even when Kefka called her on it. As if she would listen to anything that that man said.
She supposed she didn't have a right to pass judgement on whether he lived or died. Did wanting that madman dead for everything he'd done make her a bad person? With a vague noise of discontent, Terra shook herself out of her mood and armed herself. She wasn't going to give Kefka another thought, if she could help it. She was instead, going to meet Setzer at the cafe, and *that* at least, she looked forward to. So after she left the hotel room, she trotted down to said Cafe, parked herself by the window with some juice drink she'd forgotten the name of, and settled in to wait.
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"For now, at least," Setzer answered with a smile. "There are few too many variables to make that a profitable venture here just yet."
And no real way to flee to the skies either.
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Hrm. Profits. Without really thinking about what she said, Terra brightened, "I know," She seized upon the fledgling idea that had popped onto her head. It might have been something Setzer himself had considered, but there was no harm in saying it herself. "Why not open a small casino or something here? I bet the people in Paixao would appreciate it, and if we're going to be stuck here for a time, we might as well make the most of it, right?"
"It doesn't even have to be all that big to start," Terra added, "It could be just a small area, sort of like what you had on the airsh ---" She bit her tongue and winced. "Um.. sorry." A bit belated to remember he didn't have the ship now isn't it, Terra?