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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.
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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“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.”