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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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The Immortal decided to do exactly as requested, but feared that his explaination wouldn't be sufficient. There was hows, whens and whys to consider which would naturally fall after the answer to the question - but as always he knew how to evade. He'd been trained to say what exactly was enough and nothing more. It just wasn't his unit's way to go around spitting out such-and-such. This though...
Well.
He took comfort in the fact that the pair of them appeared to be of a different world. He knew that digressing anything to people of his would result in a swift and immediate execution. What was it for treason again? Yes, burning.
"I was at the beach after I receieved information Heartless were there. I was...I have the ability to learn monster abilities, providing they hit me with the ability in question, and I kill the monster that used it. I become stronger from them... in many ways. I can also take on traits of what I've killed - enhanced eyesight, hearing... "
Or what Balthier saw. Speech and mannerism. That was one of the reasons he could speak so fluently in the common tongue.
" I'm after the Organization primarily, and I wanted to investigate the creatures they call Heartless. Related or unrelated to the Organization - The creatures may hold an ability that will enable me to learn either where they are or gain knowledge of them. The people which are currently 'doing something' about the kidnappings aren't succeeding. I don't wish to wait on children - my world is about to be in very real danger and it's been almost a month with no progress. Before I arrived in this world, I was looking for someone.. someone that.." No. He couldn't speak of Aphmau. Not her role in all this. He was too well trained.
"I.. was poisoned by an enemy spy as I searched for her. Yagudo poison; extremely potent and well known for inducing organ failure and deteriation of mental state. It's also incurable. It has to run its course through a body. Usually the person dies. If not, they're extremely lucky. But.. following that, I found her. She had something of great importance stole from her and set off to find it. She wouldn't reconsider - she wouldn't see it for the toy it was and she..."
Mnejing was just an automation - a toy puppet. Yet it was her deceased father which had given it to her. It's importance was beyond all belief to the girl and Rishfee.. he knew that fact. He couldn't not assist her, even though "Aphmau" was simply an alias to protect her from enemies of the Empire. The girl was the Empress of Aht Urhgan - and he was hunting her, to bring her home. He'd followed her and protected her, while poisoned. And not called in the fact he'd located her so she could find this thing.
"It was a trap. We were led directly to the enemy and she rushed forward when they were about to destroy this thing. I died trying to protect her - the last thing I saw was her kidnapped by the ghost of one of the Empire's enemies."
Not to mention the fact he'd literally had his left eye plucked from his skull and fought three hundred Mamool-ja soldiers and mages while she tried to make a break for it. He saw to his death - he could run by one option, self-destruct - a lethal technique he'd learned from a Bomb monster which had not only ensured his (messy) demise but the end of the soldiers which had hopelessly outnumbered him.
"You wonder why I ramble about my world- I can understand that. The poison's effect of altering ones's state of mind... and my death, and to see it had been for nothing altered my state. When my form becomes unstable... traits show in unexpected ways. Which is what you saw upon that beach - a transformation from using a qiquirn's senses to find the Heartless."