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paixaorpg2010-05-10 09:29 pm
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Of Pirates and Blue Mages [active]
Character(s): Balthier, Fran, and Rishfee
Content: After this post, Balthier tends to his wound and tries to get some answers from Rishfee as to what just happened there.
Setting: One of the Actua Ares in the city where Fran and Balthier have decided to stay
Time: Late Evening/Morning after the above thread.
Warnings: Nothing I can think of at the moment.
Balthier washed the last of the dried blood from his arm and set the washcloth aside, giving the formerly wounded area another once-over. A Cure spell had taken care of the nastly little cuts, but the area was still a bit tender, and he winced as he pressed against it experimentally. Really, he should have been expecting that to happen, given how much of a literal pain cleaning the blood off had been. He offered a glance to the bloodied shirt, now hanging over the side of the nearby bathtub. Mending the tears hopefully wouldn't be too difficult, but getting the blood out... He wasn't even sure it was possible by this point. A shame. He liked that one.
He stepped out of the bathroom, grabbing one of the shirts he had purchased within the city sometime before and put his arms through the sleeves. As he buttoned up his shirt, he thanked the fact that he had been prepared for such an event. It never seemed to fail that some manner of beast would find its way to his path, and it was inevitable that his clothes would fall victim to the natural weapons at its disposal.
The last button fastened, Balthier stepped out of the bedroom, looking down at Rishfee, who he had set on the couch. The bed probably would have been better, but Balthier preferred a bit of privacy for changing as he did before. He would have to thank Fran sometime for asking no questions about this. Not that she ever did, but Balthier was hardly sure where to begin explaining it, himself.
The sky pirate took a seat in one of the nearby chairs, reclining a little as he waited for the youth to wake up. Hopefully he hadn't hit him too hard.
Content: After this post, Balthier tends to his wound and tries to get some answers from Rishfee as to what just happened there.
Setting: One of the Actua Ares in the city where Fran and Balthier have decided to stay
Time: Late Evening/Morning after the above thread.
Warnings: Nothing I can think of at the moment.
Balthier washed the last of the dried blood from his arm and set the washcloth aside, giving the formerly wounded area another once-over. A Cure spell had taken care of the nastly little cuts, but the area was still a bit tender, and he winced as he pressed against it experimentally. Really, he should have been expecting that to happen, given how much of a literal pain cleaning the blood off had been. He offered a glance to the bloodied shirt, now hanging over the side of the nearby bathtub. Mending the tears hopefully wouldn't be too difficult, but getting the blood out... He wasn't even sure it was possible by this point. A shame. He liked that one.
He stepped out of the bathroom, grabbing one of the shirts he had purchased within the city sometime before and put his arms through the sleeves. As he buttoned up his shirt, he thanked the fact that he had been prepared for such an event. It never seemed to fail that some manner of beast would find its way to his path, and it was inevitable that his clothes would fall victim to the natural weapons at its disposal.
The last button fastened, Balthier stepped out of the bedroom, looking down at Rishfee, who he had set on the couch. The bed probably would have been better, but Balthier preferred a bit of privacy for changing as he did before. He would have to thank Fran sometime for asking no questions about this. Not that she ever did, but Balthier was hardly sure where to begin explaining it, himself.
The sky pirate took a seat in one of the nearby chairs, reclining a little as he waited for the youth to wake up. Hopefully he hadn't hit him too hard.
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Besides, she hadn't missed the way this particular arrival had been murmuring in his sleep - one advantage of those over-large ears of hers. It had been no language she was familiar with, but Balthier always did have a soft spot for those in trouble, from time to time. Especially those who seemed to be in trouble, be it from illness or no.
"Another one?" she asked quietly as she stepped out into view.