paixaorpg | Give A Little, Get A Lot [Completed]

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Give A Little, Get A Lot [Completed]

Character(s): Larsa Ferrinas Solidor and Timon
Content: Larsa unknowingly treats Timon to dinner for information regarding the city
Setting: Porfavore's
Time: [Week Two] Evening
Warnings: None

Food and business went together well; usually the person he met paid for him and considering his appetite, it was exceedingly costly. Of course, that didn’t faze him. Money was easy enough to obtain in Paixao, even now, and his information was valuable. As far as he was concerned it was a fair trade.

As usual, Timon waited outside the building for his guest. He doubted he would be spotted in the restaurant by himself, especially if Prince Larsa was unaware what he actually looked like. The previous man he had met, who oddly also happened to be a Prince, had made them same error, causing him to draw his blade at the rodent. Thankfully things had worked themselves out in the end, but sometimes not being or human race could be incredibly troublesome.

Cautiously, he stood against a statue, hidden in its shadow while he awaited Larsa’s company. Another reason he refused to wait alone inside the restaurant for the Prince was in case a member of the Organization was inside. He’d be in the wide open, and simple to snatch. Well, that and the fact that he couldn’t reach the handle to get inside to begin with.

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It had been just a little bit since Larsa had arrived and watched Gabranth disappear before his eyes. He had managed to find a way to procure a little bit of what was considered money here and he was trying to keep his nobility as low as possible. It was easier than he had expected, but that was the biggest indicator that he was no longer in Ivalice. No one knew his face or his name. It was a little disheartening, but he supposed it was for the best.

By the time he thought to ask if anyone could help him find Gabranth, he'd managed to support himself. The young prince was mildly confused about all of this, used to being royalty and taken care of. Now however he had to make his own way.

So when Timon had offered to tell him things, he'd headed for the indicated place. He had no idea what the little thing was thinking, nor who Timon was, so when he arrived, he glanced around a bit, obviously looking for someone. The prince wasn't entirely sure how to address the man, so he settled for standing outside for a little bit. If Timon didn't show up soon, he would see if the network knew anything.

Ah, perfect timing as always. No one ever seemed arrive too terribly late for meetings in Paixao, something he actually admired about the place. It was incredibly convenient, especially during times like these. On that thought, the meerkat dusted himself off and approached the Prince. Unlike the boy, he was familiar with user pictures over the journal system, and depended on them quite heavily for identifying visitors when it came to such meetings as this.

“Glad you could make it kid!” he greeted warmly. “And in record time too.” Pausing for a moment, he cleared his throat to direct Larsa’s attention down if it hadn’t found its way there already. “I’m Timon, you’re Prince Larsa, correct?”

Casting a quick glance the area, the meerkat frowned in thought of being watched. “Let’s not keep our stomachs waiting n’ head on in, hm?” Gesturing toward the door, he looked up at the Prince expectantly. “If you don’t mind?”

If he were to be perfectly honest with himself, Larsa had been expecting a human. However, when he heard a voice down by his feet and glanced downwards to find out what was making the sound, his face didn't show as much shock as could be expected when one saw a talking meerkat for the first time. After all, the prince was used to bangaa and seeq running around, and while those were much larger and more lizard-like, the fact that there was a talking animal-type running around was much less startling than it could have been.

A slight upturn of the prince's lips belied the relief he felt at finding the right "person" he was supposed to meet, but his expression immediately fell afterwards. His mind was too burdened by Gabranth's disappearance to be able to hold himself completely upright at the moment.

"I am Larsa Solidor," came the answer, formal tone included as he knelt down to see Timon better. Even if one didn't know right off the bat that he was a prince, his formal tone and way of speech would give away the reality in no time. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Timon, and I greatly appreciate the time you are taking away to speak with me." The meerkat mentioned walking in and Larsa nodded once, holding out a hand in case Timon wanted a ride in. The twelve-year-old wasn't very tall himself, but it had to be better than worrying about being stepped on, right?

Regardless of whether or not Timon took the offer, Larsa stood and made to open the door.

Larsa didn’t appear all that phased by his appearance, something that made things much easier opposed to if it had. This relieved him, allowing him to smile further. Good, this left awkward staring and odd questions out as well. They could get down to business faster, and he wouldn’t have to put up with any confusion regarding his species. –though it was uncertain whether or not the Prince was familiar with his kind. If so he would get that cleared up as soon as possible.

“Don’t mention it,” he replied to the boy, waving a paw carelessly. “It’s all in a day’s work or something like that. And don’t worry ‘bout the formalities, kid. I ain’t gunna tell if you ain’t proper for a day or two.”
Smirking, he accepted Larsa’s offer regarding a ride and carefully climbed into his hand. In many cases he’d of gone on to say he could carry his own weight, but after the walk to the restaurant, even with the shorter distance introduced within the city, it was still long walk for him. Any opportunity to rest his feet he would take, and with little protest at that.

Upon entering the building, Timon instantly flagged down a host who immediately lead them to a small table in one of the corners of the restaurant. After placing their menu’s down, he gracefully bowed and assured them that their waiter would join them shortly. The meerkat was pleased to hear this and already had in mind what he wanted to order, but would wait for Larsa to choose something too if he had to.

“Alright,” the rodent said after glancing around the restaurant. “Lay it on me; what do you want to know first? Any burning questions? –and try to keep ‘em categorized. I can’t just tell you ‘everything’, you gotta give me somewhere to start.”

This.. creature or whatever Timon was happened to be more unnerving to Larsa than just about anything that had happened recently. While the meerkat appeared to be trying to be helpful, the way he had of talking like a commoner and his utter dismissal of formality, the only thing Larsa really knew, had the prince more than a little taken aback.

However, the young Solidor did his best to push that feeling aside completely as he sat down at the appointed table. This entire thing was foreign to him. He'd never been to a restaurant like this before. He was used to, well, dining like royalty as the saying went, and something inside him twinged guiltily. Now, however, particularly with Judge Gabranth missing, he didn't have much choice, not that he really minded all that much. It was good for his education after all, right?

The prince took up his own menu and began glancing over it, even though his mind wasn't really taking anything in. He was mulling over what he wanted to ask, eventually placing his hand over a fish item he would try and looking over at Timon again.

If he could have, he would have answered with "everything," but Timon specifically said no to that, so the prince went for the next-best thing. "The kidnappings," came the answer. "I would like to know if there is any hope of..." He couldn't finish the sentence, but his eyes said what his voice could not: 'seeing Judge Gabranth again.'

Timon noted the concern in Larsa's voice, and immediately recognized it went to seeing his missing friend again, regardless of the absent name. He nodded, but the smile that had taken residence on his face vanished. Even good news came with its share of bad, and unfortunately being the barer of one often meant he was of the other as well. His lip twisted, as though it were trying to prevent a response.

“Yes, there is, actually.” He answered, watching a hostess fill their glasses with water. “I’ve spoken to many of the victims myself. However, there have been a small few that did not return, and even those who do return don’t exactly appear at their best. The Organization, the ones responsible for the kidnappings, want results, mind you. They’ll try to crack any egg, and by any means necessary. Many of their victims undergo experimentation with light and darkness, as well as, ugh, torture. That’s more than enough to send someone off the deep end, if you know what I mean.”

The rodent sighed and looked down at his menu. “I don’t know what exactly they’re trying to accomplish with these terrible experiments, I just know it’s not good. The Organization has never been up to anything even moderately favourable. I suggest you keep away from them; they’re not as friendly a bunch a they want you to think. The kidnappings should make that obvious enough. Not only that, but they’re incredibly powerful too. You couldn’t take them on yourself, even if you wanted to. I only know one guy who’s ever taken a member down, and even then, they were back on their feet in a matter of time.”

Thoughtfully tapping a ‘finger’ against his chin, he raised a brow suspiciously at the prince. “To save us time before I get into any big explanation, how much have you heard about these guys so far, anyway?”

Larsa listened to Timon's words carefully, trying to sort out anything his companion said that might help him figure out what had happened to Judge Magister Gabranth. He thanked the hostess gratefully as she poured the water for them. Reaching over to grasp his glass, he pulled it close and took a sip of the water to clear his mind. Nothing in this new place made much sense, but this was a step in the direction of trying to sort it all out, right?

Experimentation and torture? The very idea sent a chill rocking through the young prince's body. What was going on here? How could he possibly help his guardian? What had they gotten into?

Larsa rested his arms in front of him on the table, glass still gripped between both hands. His head was tilting downwards to hide how deeply this was affecting him. He had to be strong, had to push through this. If this were Arcadia, he'd need to show nothing but strength for his people. Eventually, he was able to look back up again and his expression was calm again.

"I have heard nothing as of yet," he admitted. "That is why I asked the network. I desire to find him, sooner rather than later."

“Perfect.” He replied irritably. It was obvious something like this would happen, it always did. Regardless how many people he spoke to a majority possessed no information at all. He always imagined people sharing their findings with new visitors instead of leaving it all up to him to explain, however it didn’t look as though it worked that way - perhaps in the past, but not now. A groan was given as Timon began to rub his temples. He never really knew where to start when it came to these big spiels, there was just too much information.

“Well, in that case I guess I’ll start with the bad news. See, we don’t exactly know where these experiments take place. I mean, they could be anywhere in the city. None of the victims could give any direction or find their way back there. They just woke up in a cell, no windows, no doors, zip. A few of us have been searching for their hideout, but as I’m sure you can probably guess already, we’ve yet to find it. So, to be honest, I have no idea where your friend is, never mind where to even start to look... Sorry.”

The meerkat looked down at his menu as a wave of guilt came over him. There was only so much he could do for the Prince, and unfortunately this was not something he could help him with, regardless how much he desired to.

Larsa's expression seemed to turn even more hopeless, if that were even possible at this point. With each passing word, it appeared that the situation was worse than he could ever have imagined. Even so, even though he had no idea where his Judge Magister was or what condition the man would be in, Larsa knew he had to get as much information as he could. One of these days soon, he was going to try to find out where exactly his guardian was and see if there was anything he could do.

"It is not your fault," came the dour answer, though Larsa was trying his best not to appear as helpless as he felt... trying and failing miserably. He was always easy to read. Today was no different.

"I only wish that I knew how I could repay you, and what might be done to stop this." To stop it and help those who had become victims. It was this perversion of justice, this wrongdoing, that made Larsa angry above all. His expression was about to change again into one of anger and determination. "I suppose the next course of action would be for me to ask you who else I might talk to. Is there some sort of Resistance against them?"

Timon kept his eyes on his menu, knowing full well the news he shared only upset Larsa further. He hadn’t taken the news well himself, especially when it involved his own friends. Anger, grief, fear, and guilt had swept over him and taken their toll. He would not watch the Prince’s reaction; he had no desire to watch him experience the same thing. A soft hum was given in response to the boy response as he flipped the page to his menu.

“I wish I knew how to stop it too. Nothing seems to work and things are only getting worse. The Organization has a better tie on things this time around. They’ve started wearing disguises, changing their journal pictures... Unless you know exactly what to look for, you couldn’t identify them. Well, not unless you happen to be familiar with the smell of darkness. Then you could point ‘em out in less than a second. They absolutely reek of the stuff.”

Kicking his menu closed, the meerkat wandered toward the middle of the table and casually leaned against the peppershaker resting there. “As for this Resistance,” he began in a quiet voice. “I happen to be closely associated with them. But for obvious reasons we like to keep things a quiet as possible, if you know what I mean. The Organization is always watching.” At this, he shifted his gaze around the restaurant for what seemed like the eleventh time. “If you want to help or want more information you could ask Sephiroth, Auron, Braska, or Death – but remember, keep it on the down low.”

“Actually, if you can’t get a hold of me n’ still have questions after this you could ask Death for information too. He might not know as much as me, but he still knows a lot. And I wouldn’t worry ‘bout repaying me, you’re already treating me to dinner.”

Eventually, the young prince was able to gather himself back up and hold in what he was really having to force down from his face. He didn't want to make Timon uncomfortable with his reaction, but there was only so much he could do.

But there was another option, a way to help, and Larsa would take that as quickly as he could. He took the names inward and processed them so he would not forget them during the rest of this meeting or during his walk home. He was going to look into this, speak with someone if he could. Information. He was beginning to see how this was all just a political game, or something quite like that. He would have to let his intelligence show through and hide what he truly felt. A daunting task, but he was up for the challenge as he had someone to worry about.

"Thank you for your help," came the answer. He didn't seem to bat much of an eye when Timon mentioned buying the meerkat's dinner. At least it was a tangible way of repayment, one he was used to as a prince. "I will be sure to keep in touch. You have been of great help so far. If in the future I am able to do anything for you, please let me know. I would be glad to help in any way I can."

[ooc: We can just end it here, if you'd like. This seems like a nice spot.]

Works for me. Assume Larsa paid for them. <3

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