Cursed Treasure (Open) Feb 1, 2013 18:04:41 GMT -5
Post by malix on Feb 1, 2013 18:04:41 GMT -5
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Jovial Prince of Thieves[/size]
❦ Lindblum; Theater District ❦
With the Mist gone many of the Airships that had run on it were grounded. It took the Regency of Lindblum two years to start developing Mistless engines en mass. the Tantalus Theater Troupe was grounded until they could get a new Airship completed, but that meant getting the gil for it. With reconstruction on the Districts almost complete: the flow of visitors, that had the money to travel on the few Mistless ships licensed to fly, trickled into the country. Zidane was in the Theater District of Lindblum. Since the others were helping with the remaining fixes to the Theater and others in Alexandria helping Ruby at her bar, Zidane was one of the few active in Lindblum to be put to work.
And he hated it.
His blond hair was tied back with his blue ribbon as he walked back and forth along the cobblestone streets of his home. The short teen had been forced to pas out fliers on a play he would be playing the lead role, again not something by choice. He hated the lead role! There was a clear grimace on the Thief's face as he held out the flyers which were designed on commission by Artist Michael. He was already growing bored, annoyed by the monotone sounds of his own footsteps pacing along the sidewalk. The lead role was so annoying! He had to memorize way too many lines and be at the front of the stage. That was no place for someone as smooth as him! The other reason was that he had less time to really do anything else with near constant rehearsal. He had finally gotten a break only to be forced, by the Boss, to do this! He could have been at the bar drinking and talking to the ladies!
The young brigand sighed, resigned to his post. "Man.... this is lame." He complained. He still had twenty flyers to hand out and none of these high brow nobles seemed the least bit interested in a play with a face-less actor as the hero! He plopped on the ground at the edge of the street. He hung his legs over the curb and slouched. The remainder of the pile was set beside him. The Thief would than rest his elbows on his legs and nestle his face into his gloved hands with a pout.
There were way too many nobles in the Theater District for his taste, but it was good for the Troupe and Lindblum to get others to come along and spend for the sake of the country. He would much rather spend his time doing something else. A group of nobles came to a stop in front of him. They were all dressed with excessive frills and flooded the streets with their pompous attitudes. Zidane dressed nicely, but not to the extent that he looked like his tail was so far up his arse! Said tail flopped over at his side and twitched in indignation.
'Oh ho ho! I find your words hard to believe!' A noble cackled.
Zidane bitterly glanced up as his leg twitched as his annoyance grew.
'Oh, no, no! I swear on my priceless vase! I sold it back immediately!' The target of the other two's stares commented.
'My, to think... it was worth a fortune!' This noble appeared to be some sort of bird-woman.
'Prithee to believe my words!' The second noble demanded understanding. 'It was cursed!' He assured.
The first noble scoffed and flicked his feather, in his cap, back from his face. 'You speak nonsense! Nothing worth so much could be worth believing in a superstition!' He and the bird woman bean to laugh.
Zidane rolled his eyes. Nobles would always be nobles, though there was one noble he really preferred above anyone else. He wondered how they were today? He hoped they were working hard. He scratched at his head at the passing thought. This was stupid. He pushed to stand and picked up his stack. There was a way easier way to do this work! He glanced up to the Air Cab station and smirked. Oh... there was an easier way. With the mischievous thought in mind the youthful thief rushed off passed the three Nobles. They shouted in irritation, but he laughed and apologized half-heartedly as he rushed up the Air Cab steps. When he was at the top he leapt onto hanging edge of the roof. With his tail lashing out behind him, balancing him, he easily crossed along the narrow ledge with no fear of the height.
"Come one, come all! Tantalus Theater Troupe presents to you a grand new play!" With his words shouted into the air the thief let loss a parade of paper flyers which rained onto the streets or were taken by the airs swirled about by Mistless Airships rushing by above head. he smirked and dusted off his hands proudly. Less work was always best.
"Sometimes, you can't think everything out. You have to listen to your heart."
Genome | Light | Thief