Of Pirates and Blue Mages [active]

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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.

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Balthier listened closely to Rishfee's explanation. He was going into a bit more detail than Balthier had expected, but it was easier than having to ask for details and explanations every five seconds. He couldn't help but get the impression that Rishfee was holding back on certain things, but that was to be expected. Balthier, too, would have done the same thing.

So Rishfee was a soldier of some sort... One with a girl on his mind, at that. Not too rare a find, really. Neither was the fact that he seemed to be wrapped up in the midst of political unrest--a victim of it, as it were. It wasn't the first time the dead had managed to wander through the gates of the city. Indeed, it seemed to be common enough to nearly cease to be a wonder for the pirate. Or maybe it had stopped when he had seen his father's face.

It made sense, though. Death and poison threw enough off on their own without adding transformations into the mix. Even Rishfee's idea of going after the Heartless had some ring of logic to it, though something told Balthier that it wouldn't go quite as well as Rishfee thought it would.

"I have to wonder," Balthier replied, deciding that steering away from a conversation based around death was probably one of the better courses of action he could take for now. "How much do you know about the Heartless here? Admittedly, I know less than some others here, but I can tell you now that if you were to have any trouble with these transformations of yours again, I doubt you'd much care for these Heartless'... poorer qualities. You do know that they're called 'Heartless' for a reason? Even if the reason is a bit of a misnomer."

He glanced at Fran, curious to see what she thought of all this.