ext_1001662: (Ninja Time)
http://cowardly-hero.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] cowardly-hero.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2009-02-04 11:52 am

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.

[identity profile] hipotionemperor.livejournal.com 2009-02-17 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)
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?"