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Post by xiahtic on May 2, 2013 1:48:36 GMT -5
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"They say Tantalus is going to perform another set of songs then the play would start afterwards."
The robed maiden looked up, her hood falling down to reveal golden locks and surprised, green eyes. There was no doubt in her mind now where she is, although she still did not say one word. It had been a week since her return to this world; to a world she once visited when she was younger and naive and she felt herself relax at the thought of being in a familiar place. The Air Cab whizzed through the industrial district and her plans of getting off were put to rest as she changed her mind and remained seated as the rest of the passengers filed out, off to another day's work, oblivious of the maiden's dilemma.
It had been years since Cecil disappeared to fight a distant war, and she had never heard of him, nor of Kain since then. Her heart ached to be with him more than ever, and thus, began her journey to search for the man she loved. She visited worlds as well, taking care not to spend too much of her energy to jump from one world to another, learning a lot of things from the people she met whilst learning of other threats that circled every world in the universe. Rosa looked out of the window, marvelling at the magnificence of this city, Lindblum, a huge stretch against the quaintness of Treno. She then remembered Zidane, the friend she met during her stay and wondered if this is the same Tantalus that he was part of.
"Theater District!"
The announcement of their descent brought the Queen out of her musings, standing up after the cab halted to a stop and allowing the attendant to help her out. She smiled at his demeanor and continued forward, her soft robe hiding her garments as she walked out of the station, gazing around the new environment, thinking about where to start. She refrained from asking too much questions; just general directions to where she might find this and that and went on her way. Rosa was careful not to linger in a place for too long, lingering always brought those shadows towards her and she didn't want to bring harm to innocent people. She remembered these shadows swarming Baron castle and Ceodore fought beside her to fend them off, displaying the valor that he inherited from his father. She knew the kingdom is alright with him left to command everything, and she is thankful that her son understood why she needed to go.
Above all else, she held a beacon of hope that she could find Cecil one day. Visions of her turning a corner, or an alley, or a field and seeing his silvery hair swaying in the air would haunt her in her sleep. Mirages of his silhouette would haunt her every waking hour, and the scent of him would always trick her senses. Rosa was beginning to lose hope when she stepped foot in Lindblum, but maybe, just maybe, a certain thief could help her.
She began to wander around the district, seeing art and hearing music everywhere she looked. It is a very remarkable place, and she had no difficulty imagining Zidane growing up here. She walked down a cobbled street, smiling at passers-by as they waved and stopped in front of a building with a huge clock. She looked around, noticing that the place is deserted and spotted a sign board at the far right, making her raise an eyebrow. It spoke of color charms and the like but no mention of Tantalus. She was beginning to doubt that she had the right place.
Just as she was about to turn and leave, she heard giggles inside the establishment. She moved forward, stepping inside the doorway and finding two children, a boy and a girl playing with a miniature model of an airship, lost in their own world. She smiled and moved closer, "Hello, is this where I can find the Tantalus theater Troupe?"
"Yes miss! We are part of Tantalus too you know!" The boy gave her a toothy grin, standing up and bowing before nudging the girl beside him, "But boss and the others are not here, they're at the pub that makes weird things down at the industrial district." he continued.
"I see, thank you." She patted both of their heads and stood up, "Do you know them, miss?"
Rosa looked back at them and pulled up her hood before turning around, "I don't know if he remembers me, but yes, I do know one of them."
She silently wished she had just gotten off at the Industrial District, but then again, she wouldn't know where to look if she had. She stepped inside the smoky pub, her hood still drawn as the waitress dodged her to serve one table, raising an eyebrow at her strange garb before turning and muttering something about 'weirdoes showing up everywhere'. Rosa frowned, not used to such rudeness but she remembered that she is not in Baron anymore; a Queen's authority could only count where she rules after all.
The pub is crowded and smelled of stale ale and something else. She crinkled her nose, finding the assault of smells unpleasant but it is something she can live with. Rosa walked from table to table, with agile feet she dodged the drunken that are sprawled on the floor, or their limbs haphazardly strawn out from their stupor and made her way towards the back. There he was, sat on a table with maybe a few of his friends, seeing as they dressed in similarly fashioned garbs, although of different styles. She was about to move towards them until she noticed the other man near, and she became wary. Is he friend, or foe, but surely if he is someone dangerous Zidane would have not let him join them. Putting those thoughts aside, she went towards the table and pulled off her hood, greeting her old friend with a smile, "It's nice to see you again, Zidane."
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Post by Deleted on May 5, 2013 9:30:33 GMT -5
It seemed that revealing his face to the young blonde called Zidane was a good move. Somehow seeing Deshi's face put the blonde at enough ease that he was able to turn and give a second signal to the "boys" that had trapped the mercenary within the theater. As he watched, Deshi didn't understand how giving someone the thumbs up made others relax so easily. Was the thumbs up perhaps something more important here than in other places and if he were to do the same would he get the same results or something different?
The action was curious for sure, but Deshi was in no mood to experiment or mimic actions to see what would happen. He was content knowing that now he did not have to worry about being trapped and that the boy for whatever reason was trusting him and giving him a chance. Relaxing even more, Deshi had accepted the offer of hospitality.
Slipping off the stage, Deshi followed behind Zidane as he lead the way through the unique city giving the mercenary all sorts of information on the place that was clearly his home. As the mercenary listened, nodded and occasionally asked a question about this or that in the city. He felt himself feeling like he was more at home than away in a far off land. Sure, the layout was different and the people stranger than any Selkie or Clavat he'd ever known, but there was something about the place that held a bit of familiarity to it. Perhaps it was this familiarity that kept him calm or perhaps it was his entertaining host and his friends.
They talked and teased each other in a way that reminded him of Selkies at home. They were playful and carefree despite how some things seemed insulting. While Deshi remained quiet most of the time, a small smile came to his face as he watched the group play. They seemed pretty close to each other...like a family. The small smile faded as Deshi reflected on that.
Family...
He had never had one of his own and while he mostly stayed on the move and away from people. He began to wonder just how it would feel to have a family of his own. To have someone to care for and in turn would care for him. He wondered if he could handle such a thing, even with the Beast there. Would it be too risky? Deshi continued to ponder this thought all the way to the pub.
Once in at the pub, Deshi dropped the thoughts completely as he instead focused on the group with them and Zidane. When Zidane offered to buy him food and drink, Deshi hesitated a bit before taking the offer. This thing called kindness....it was taking a while to get used to, but Deshi was doing his best to not think the worse of the situation.
Remaining calm, he ordered a small meal and a glass of red wine. As he sat on the bar stool next to Zidane, eating his meal quietly, he took note of the others and how much they were drinking...and how quickly they were becoming rowdy.
Deshi listened as the light jesting became harsh curses and insults flung this way and that. While no one tried their luck with the mercenary, a few did launch their words at Zidane who deflected them with ease. As Deshi polished off the rest of his food, he regarded Zidane from the corner of his eye as he took a sip of his wine.
This guy...he was beginning to like him. The guy was genuinely kind and could keep his head amongst a lot of drinking. On top of this, he kind of reminded him of the more friendlier Selkie back home. The ones that could be trusted and truly just wanted to have a good time rather than rob you. He seemed respectable enough and worth giving a bit of trust to.
...Ans so far the man had been nothing, but generous to him, so all Deshi really wanted to do at the moment was simply pay back the kindness. But how was he to do that? The boy didn't say anything when he offered his services to him and he wasn't sure if jewels and other items could compensate for what had been done. As for asking about the payment, he didn't think that would go anywhere. As he watched the young man a bit longer, he could tell he was lost in thought, so he thought it best to simply leave him be.
Deshi moved his attention from Zidane and back to the wine glass that sat still mostly full on the bar counter before him. As he was studying how the light played in the liquid, he heard Zidane chuckle and gave him a brief glance, curious as to what had caused the man to do such a thing; however, no words ever came from the mercenary questioning the action.
There came a silence between them as in the background, a strange melody began to play. Taking another sip of his wine, Deshi listened to it taking note of how the song seemed to make everyone in the room become calm. Closing his eyes a bit enjoying the music, he was brought back to reality when he heard Zidane's voice speak over the excited voices of others around them
Focusing on his host, he listened to what the man had to say. As he heard the words, he nodded slightly as a somewhat sad emotion crossed his emotionless face briefly. Soldiers that could not return from battle... He knew of those sorts from his time in the arena. The prisoners of war forced to fight for their new masters, or the young that were sacrificed to try and stop the Queen's take over....and the dead....the dead that never got over the wrongs done to them and the hell they had seen. Yes, he had seen many that could not return from various battles in life. Even he was proof of a trapped soul....
In any case, the emotion came and went as he watched his host's hand movements, not really sure what he was trying to demonstrate with the action outside of playing an instrument. A small silence came between them before Deshi looked away and made a soft comment.
"You make songs for those locked in horrible fates, but for what reason?" he asked curious about the song playing. He gave his host time to answer before falling silent again and turning his attention back to his wine, still reflecting on the idea of trapped souls. After a moment passed by with only the music between them, Zidane spoke again causing the mercenary to watch him out of the corner of his eye once more.
Zidane was talking about the play in the morning that was to commemorate the building of some new airships. Airships. There were a few back home, but he wondered what made the ones here so special that a play commemorated it.
"Tell me what makes the airships special," Deshi said in a soft tone that carried a hint of curiosity under the blandness. Once more, he gave his host a chance to answer before he tilted his head at the next part of the man's words. He was inviting him to come along and see the play.
Deshi was quite as he considered that for a moment. The idea seemed fun and he was sure the event would teach him something new, so after a while he nodded slightly at the words.
"That would definitely give me something to do. I'll tag along then," he said his voice remaining as calm as usual despite the rising excitement within about the play. Deshi went back to his wine drinking a bit more of the liquid. As he was sitting the half full glass down, he heard Zidane's third offer and looked over a the man with his revealed eye watching him coolly for a moment as some thought crossed his mind.
Then just as quickly as the coolness came it vanished as a genuine smile crossed his face.
"You are going to spoil me if you keep giving me offers like this," he said actually teasing for once in his usually serious life. Regardless of the teasing, Deshi did not take the offer right away as instead he settled on light chat with the tailed man he was beginning to trust more and more.
The chat lasted through one and a half glasses of wine before Deshi took notice of something coming towards them. Looking up with his good eye, he spotted a woman standing next to the space that he and Zidane currently sat. As his eye landed on the familiar form, his eye narrowed slightly at the girl questioning her appearance here without words. He could sense her tension and wondered for a moment if she remembered him....and that unfortunate incident within the Moogle Woods; however, after a second of this awkwardness, the moment passed as she turned her attention to Zidane and spoke.
She knew the jovial man, but did not seem to remember the mercenary. Then was this perhaps not the same woman? That couldn't be right. She was the same as the last time, so what was it that made this encounter feel so different than the last? What was wrong with the picture?
Deshi pondered it for a bit before giving the girl a nod in greeting before he turned his attention back to his wine, trying to sort through the confusion here.
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Post by Deleted on May 5, 2013 15:04:19 GMT -5
Jovial Prince of Thieves
Zidane remembered it as clearly as yesterday. They had put on a play to commemorate the Queen of Alexandria's seventeenth birthday. A year after everything had happened. As he ride the new Prima Vista, no mist required to run the new gal, he prepared for what was to be a grand entrance, but it had bothered him. Something ate away at him that he had tried to let go. He did not want to think about what others thought of him when he was gone. Was he forgotten? Easily replaced in their memories? He sat perched on the banister of the spiral steps, leading into the helm in worry and wonder, lines memorized for his dramatic and miraculous return to his canary. It was everything short of a miracle. He thought he was going to die, but was somehow not as at peace with it as he wanted to be.
Perhaps it had been what stirred his soul, his body, to fight! He did not know how long he had left to live, but he knew he had to continue living and not disappoint his friends, his family. He had to protect their light from the darkness of this world: the Black Mages and Geonoms. Of course his heavy heart did not go unnoticed. That loud and hyper active nature of his was shrouded in a sense of worry and loneliness.
'What did you do....while I was gone?'
Of course he should have honestly expected their response.
We sang and drank all night, waiting for your sorry ass to hear it and get back.
It was the same thing he did. He sang that song, their song because it gave him strength that he needed to reach home again...
The thief looked to Deshitana at the question. He knew the answer. A smile drew itself on Zidane's face. "Because song carries a voice across the ocean and the spirit follows it home, the place they wish to return to so they can rest again." The dead, or the living, it did not matter. So long as someone still had a song in their heart, the thief believed they could always find their way back home.
He did not want to seem like he was pushing that belief on Deshitana, but the young man was always passionate about his words, never pausing to consider if they may offend someone, and if the honest words he spoke crossed another harshly, the boy's dual nature disallowed him to concern himself with these more stressful musings. If that proverbial stick was jammed too high in, there was no hope in their smiling without a wince!
Deshitana's following question caused the boy to nearly slip from his seat. His tail animately jumped up at the surprise held toward the question. Of course having access to an airship was pretty rare in and of itself if you were not part of a company so being able to ride one without the costly tickets of luxury airships or the dreadful accommodation of cargo airships, it was typically a big deal to have the opportunity to ride one! Zidane threw out his arms and shook his head.
"No way!" Began his exclamation of disbelief. "Riding an airship is a lucky break, plus this Regency just produced a new model airship--" He paused as his words began to fade out. That was right....
A few looked to Zidane who gave sudden pause in his loud antics. It was because they were all aware of the significance as well. Was the boy still heartbroken from the terrors one experienced during war? Many were worried since rumors of his begin on the front lines during Liundblum's destruction and the incident that took out Alexandria. Among those close to him, his infatuation with the Queen of Alexandria was no secret, but it was only his brothers that knew of his passionate love for her. Zidane did not want to rattle nerves by bringing up unnecessary memories during what is to be a celebration. The thief threw up his arms in exasperation and shook his head.
"Honestly, who gives a damn?" He laughed, trying to thread away the tension he had unintentionally pulled taut. "Sometimes people deserve a big thanks for hard work, and everyone in the Industrial District worked hard for a long time! Why not give them a party?!" Of course laughs and cheers were abound with the declaration, a few of the working caste right at the side of the theater staff, drunk and loud by their Lindblum brothers!
So why not invite Deshi to a fun party? He was new here, why not celebrate meeting a new friend too? Zidane was always one that liked to have fun more so than complicate things with aggression, though there were the times where his lack of tact and carelessness often brought him unexpected enemies looking to get back at him for his indiscretions. Zidane was glad to hear Deshi accept his invitation. Zidane blinked rapidly when a smile etched itself to the cold fellow's face. He leaned back with his fist on a hip and arm resting on the counter as his leg raised up on the stool's foot rest.
"Look at that, you can smile!" Though he spoke it in jest. From what he could see Deshi was a very serious fellow. Definitely! Those two were definitely most alike in this world! He really had no reason no to offer him a place to stay, in the end he was the host and it was his home!
Zidane was never a serious person, at least when he did not have to be. He hated being that person to be serious with everything, but that did not mean he would watch your troubles go by, were they to arise. He was always quick to lend a hand, but sometimes even quicker to boil a situation over with a few, well placed, words and a vile gesture that declared his distaste for a situation. Zidane Tribal was seduced by trouble.He raised his head as something moved about at the bar's entrance, but it did not concern him -- at least until it came toward him. Zidane had, what could be called, an interesting taste in women.
They were always the outrageous sorts, be it in the way they dressed, or the manner in which they acted. He was quite attracted to these unique beauties, and by the way this one dressed, it stung a familiar warmth in his chest. The form of the figure was most definitely female! Hips, legs, scent! His interest was visible piqued as his tail curled up and began to languidly sway as his mischievous nature folded over. It was no secret the boy had someone precious to him, but he could not help his terrible habits and uncouth nature of testing his charm, after all it was what a thief often relied on to rob a man blind as they had casual conversation.
When the woman removed her hood, he was to busy being thrust into a moment of surprise to notice Deshitana's shift in expression and emotion. A wide smile came upon Zidane's face as his blue eyes blinked, as if to clear the light blur of his drunken state from his eyes. Was he nuts?
"Rosa...?" He was a bit unsure. This, was this he cutie he nearly took down a route of discontent not long ago? He had still been struggling here and there after returning with securing his place in this world. Though his heart sought to bind itself to another, his spirit was -- terrified.
He selfishly kept himself busy, excusing his absence with being worked to death. After all he was an actor first, and a thief second. But how could he be either with someone waiting for him? It caused great discontent in the young man, but he pushed it all away, lying it beneath the ruse of hard work, something he was ever so disinclined to participate in.
"Rosa!" His greeting was a bit more excitable as the thief slid from his stool, a wide grin on his face. "I didn't know you were comin' in! Did ya hear 'bout the play?" No that was not possible...Rosa was from another world right? It was still something he had a bit of difficulty grasping, but the heavens seemed a lot bigger in days past since he learned about his own origins. He rubbed the back of his head slyly. "Ah, nevermind."
He probably sounded so weird, it was obvious he was a bit inebriated. Ah that woozy feeling was in and out, so he was still okay to drink a bit more. Zidane looked between the two and grinned. Now he had two guests to tend to. Well hopefully it won't stretch his gil purse too much. The thief reached up to rub at his head, blushing cheeks pinching his eyes into a smile.
"Sometimes, you can't think everything out. You have to listen to your heart."
credit to Rach of Delusional & LS Edited by Ou Rex Draco[/size] [/div][/div]
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Post by xiahtic on May 10, 2013 3:17:51 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] You are my Hero It is time I become yours. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - She noticed the pub grow a bit quieter, most eyes averted towards her, burning against the back of her head. The smoky area didn't do wonders to hide her golden locks as she moved closer to the table, a small smile on her lips as he remembered. Her eyes travelled towards the other man, studying his form and giving him a reluctant smile, not really that trusting of strangers as she was when she was younger. She figured he was another member of the Theater Troupe Zidane is with, and decided to leave it be, "I did hear of it, when I was riding at the air cab. This place is so big, I wondered how I did not get lost." The Queen said, looking back at the youth, "It really is great to see you again, Zidane, I was just passing through and decided to come see you. But it seems you are in the midst of company and I don't want to intrude." She gave the other men at the table a gentle smile and bowed, "How rude of me to not greet you properly, gentlemen, my name is Rosa Joanna Farrell, I am but an old acquaintance of your good friend here." She gestured back to Zidane, but her eyes spoke volumes; she needed to ask him something and that something cannot be said with all these people around.
She absentmindedly bit her lip, answering questions here and there when she was referred to and taking a seat beside Zidane and a troupemate when said person scooted over to give her space. The Queen gracefully folder her cloak against her sides and looked to Zidane, noticing the other man once more but figured it couldn't hurt to have another man to help, "When I was travelling here, I heard something about the King's armor, what is it really? And what's so special about it?" She could take any clue she can get for Cecil's whereabouts, but the main reason for her inquiries could rest until her curiosity is sated.
She felt the same anxious excitement she once felt when she first entered Zidane's world, and here they were again embarking on another adventure. Rosa felt a little bit of her younger self wake up and waited with bated breath for a response.
"I overheard people talking that gold armor is actually nonexistent in your parts because of how valuable gold is, the largest you can get is a gold helm and that is pretty much expensive." She continued, taking care to lower her voice but still loud enough for the thief and the mercenary to hear above all the hubbub, "And they mentioned that the armor is supposed to be old. So I was...I was hopeful that it might have belonged to someone I know." She sighed, her eyes downcast for a moment before they returned with a sheen of tears, which she held back with an indignant sniff, "I mean, if I could travel within worlds, what's to say that he...he could too, right?"
Desperation does not suit the Queen, but it is the only thing that fuelled her tiring search.
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Post by Deleted on May 12, 2013 19:49:27 GMT -5
Deshi had reflected on many thoughts before turning to his host and observing him for a moment. As his eye watched the blonde, the mercenary wondered if he was still in the present or not. There was a far away look in his eye that suggested he was deep in thought after making a comment about the song and while Deshi thought it might've been wiser not to mess with the young man, the blonde's words had stirred his curiosity. So ignoring better judgment, he posed his question to the thief before going back to his drink.
In response to his words, Zidane looked at him as a smile came to his face. When he answered, Deshi found himself a bit shocked at the answer. The song was sung to bring the spirit of the one far away back home again where they could rest? The idea was strange, but it made Deshi wonder: if there had been a song for those forced to fight would they be able to rest easily instead of living in eternal torment? Would he be able to rest? Return to where he belonged thanks to a song someone somewhere was singing for him and others? It was a curious thought that gave the mercenary something to chew, but for now he simply nodded at the information content with the answer.
"I see," was quiet response from the mercenary and then the pair became quiet again for a moment as the song played and the people in the area continued to chat. Deshi remained quietly pondering different things about the world that he still was trying to understand. It was true he had been out and about for some time now, but he couldn't remember the last time, he had sat down and had a normal conversation with someone like this. He was always on the go and never seemed to have the time to think about the way the world worked or figure his own self out for that matter. He had always been stuck on getting rid of or controlling the beast within. Not once did he stop his pursuit of his only goal in life. He just kept going... until now.
While he still sought out his purpose for being here, he found himself letting that go as he fell instead into the simpleness of conversation and being in the presence of another. It was something he could not remember experiencing, so the change up was nice even if small tensions were still there.
In any case, the silence continued for a bit longer until the boy mentioned the play and airships and in turn got another question from Deshi. The reaction was not exactly expected. As Deshi watched the boy become surprised, the tail moving about with the mood, he tilted his head slightly as the boy began his explanation rather loudly.
It would seem that an airship was pretty important around here and getting to ride one was a miracle on its own. Huh, so the rules here for airships were different. He supposed he shouldn't be surprised. After all, this place was its own self despite similarities to his own home. Deshi continued to listen only raising his eyebrow slightly as Zidane paused as if he suddenly remembered something.
Taking note of the odd looks thrown towards the blonde for his exclamation, Deshi felt the air tense up with a variety of emotions and become frozen like a lake in winter. Something was definitely up here, but what it was he could not tell. In any case, the ice was broken in a way by Zidane who threw up his arms before asking a question as he laughed.
While Zidane gave his explanation and even got cheers in response, Deshi remained serious as he observed the young man with a cool gaze. The guy was hiding something, but luckily for him Deshi was not one to poke his nose into other people's business. Letting the change of subject go, Deshi nodded quietly at least pretending to accept the answer that was given.
After the conversation about airships passed, Zidane made his third offer, which in turn got a small bit of playfulness out Deshi. In response to the small jest and smile, Zidane blinked a bit as if he could not believe the situation at all before he made a comment that poked fun right back at Deshi. The mercenary's small smile became a slight smirk as a light "hmph" came from him in response as he took another drink from his wine glass. He and Zidane...They would get along just fine provided that nothing happened to ruin this situation.
Regardless of the light-heartedness, Deshi went back to being serious as a cloaked figure came over to them. It was clear the figure was female which seemed to excite Zidane for reasons Deshi was not interested in learning about. In any case, things became a bit odd as the woman pushed back her hood and revealed herself to be the woman he had almost killed in the forest back home.
While Deshi went back to his drink uncertain of what to do with this situaion, Zidane seemed unaware of the tension within the mercenary as he instead took to talking with the new comer. As Deshi listened to the name, he winced inwardly at it. This was the same lady; however, as he looked back at her and got a reluctant smile from her, he did not see any trace of recognition in her eyes. Perhaps she had forgotten the ordeal then? But how? Was she that forgiving? Or had something else happened to cause this strangeness?
A bit confused, he had managed to hide his emotions as he nodded back to he woman before falling silent and listening to the pair talk about the play and the city in general. As she spoke to the people that surrounded them she introduced herself and said she was a friend of Zidane.
Hmmm...he wondered if staying here was a bad idea. She didn't seem to remember what happen, but if she suddenly did, how would that impact the relationship he had with Zidane? Not liking how uncomfortable, the situation was making him Deshi shifted slightly in on his stool which in turn helped him avoid a drunk troupemate that was swaying by.
The woman was given a seat, but seemed to be nervous or something, but about what he wasn't sure. Doing his best to keep the negative thoughts away, he gave his name to her before was listening once more to what the woman had to say as he finished off his glass of wine. As he sat the glass down, he felt a pair of eyes on him and turned slightly noticing the woman watching him. She was definitely cautious of him, but in the end she seemed to come to some sort of conclusion within because she focused on Zidane and began to speak her mind.
She was speaking about some King's armor and asking the significance of it. King's armor? What was that about? Letting his uneasiness go for the time being, he tilted his head at the woman wondering if she would continue on and explain what she meant. Being patient, the woman did exactly what he hoped for.
The girl spoke of gold and how rare it was in this world and how hard it was to get before she lowered her voice and spoke of the king's armor being old and probably really expensive since it was made of gold. She also mentioned that she had hopes the armor belonged to someone she knew. Someone she was searching for and obviously cared about.
As Deshi saw the tears threatening to fall and heard the woman's words. He fell into thought for a moment as he looked down at the scarred bar. The looking back at her, he opened his mouth speaking words that even surprised him.
"I'm sure you'll meet him again. Even if you are separated now, the paths that connect the worlds together bring those with strong bonds back to each other. You just have to hang in there until next you meet."
The words were spoken in the usual calm, low tones the mercenary spoke with, but why he had said the words or where they came from was beyond him. Perhaps it was the wine that was loosening him up...or maybe he had said them because they felt like the right thing to say to help the woman a bit.
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2013 0:52:07 GMT -5
Jovial Prince of Thieves He was thrilled to see his friend again, but she was not from this world so he really was surprised she ended up back here. Did she perhaps get a handle of that magic of hers? Rosa seemed her usual polite self. It was hard not to see why she was a baroness. He did not seem to notice Deshi's uneasiness as he sat back on the stool. The mercenary seemed strange from the get go. Not much of a people person, at least the outgoing sort. So when he shifted when Rosa was about, well that was one more body to deal with, and a lady's no less. Maybe Deshi was bad with ladies? Zidane would be sure to give his new friend helpful pointers. Before Zidane could go off on how excited he was she was here, the White Mage brought something to the table.
She settled down by them and her tone took on a hushed, your-ears-only manner. Of course the troupe ears were always sharp to secrets, but they eased away, the merriment too luscious to quit. Why wheeze in when Zidane had a woman's company? Though they were all aware of his waning habits. It seemed he was less and less interested in earnestly flirting with a girl. At first they felt he had some sort of terrible disease! They gladly mocked him about it. He stuffed the feelings away and stuffed their faces with his fist. The rowdy bunch were always close in that way. But it was an awful big change. After the war and reuniting with the Queen, of many eyes saw rather scandalous, the boy lost his will to charm every available lady in Lindblum. Not that it was all bad to see their ruffian maturing, but neither did they wish to see him in heartache over a mountain he could never climb. The reunion had been brushed off as a eager bond of friendship, of kin who traveled together, shield and sword, into war.
Rosa went off like a cannonball! He had never seen her so flustered. Not even when she had lost her heirloom was she so -- twisted in emotional distress. Upon the mention of the Lord King's property, Zidane's features soured. It was quite rare to see such a dour form marking the boy's face, but it typically occurred when drink made his heart an open book. He was not particularly hung over about losing his chance to rob that shitty old fart blind, but he was more disinclined to believe in a silly rumor, likely spread by that narcissist Lord King. That man was a sadist and liked to watch people squirm.
"Whoa, whoa, slow down." Zidane urged. "Do you really believe that?" Sure it was possible he had some rare armor, but made of gold?
It was like Rosa said, gold was pretty expensive. Only 1000 gil coins were made of gold proper, most of the others were made with silver or mythril. It was absurd to think that there existed somewhere a full set of armor made purely of gold. Plus that would be completely pointless in battle, unless the gold was impure. Gold was way too soft to be a good armor. It was not until that look came upon Rosa's face. He knew that look well. It was the face of someone who was parted from someone dear to them. That clinging hope that they were still within reach. It wrenched his heart in an unspeakable pain. It was forceful enough to wash the boy's words from his throat. It was the same face she made when her mother's ship was struck by Bahamut.
Zidane's blue eyes traced down as his sobriety trickled in. What was he going to do? He could not leave a woman in trouble, let alone.... his friend. He huffed and turned to face he bar, pushing the last of his drink from his form. He -- was no longer thirsty. What was he going to do? He could ignore it, tell her it was just the plots of a sadist! But Deshi spoke up. For such a stoic fellow his words were more heartfelt than the thief could even process. Damn he was outdone. Zidane's face slid into his palm as his cheek was smooshed humorously by his hand. To think Rosa got Deshi to speak more than two words! He was quite impressed by her purity as a maiden... Zidane sat himself up.
"Deshi is right, Rosa. Giving up so quickly--" That was no way to go. he sat back on the stool and flicked his tail at the insight he played with. "Look the play is tomorrow. There's a lot of fatcats from Treno here. I'm sure they know more about the rumors in their backyard than me." He still had trouble believing in the idea, but he could not abandon his friend either. "We'll figure out the truth, alright?" He really did not want to see her break down here. Keeping calm was best.
Lord King, having something that belonged to someone Rosa knew? She seemed to have an attachment to whoever this was, and if Lord King wanted it, there was one thing the thief was sure about: he would stoop to murder to get it. He hoped that was not the case.... The boy weakly smirked. He shook his head and dropped to stand once again. he moved to put his hands on her shoulders ad smiled.
"Look Deshi is gunna stay the night too." He motioned his head to the mercenary and grinned. "We'll meet up tomorrow and figure things out after the play." He still had his obligations to the troupe. It would raise questions were he not to fulfill his role. Zidane moved to face Deshi and rubbed at the back of his head. "Sorry if this has troubled you Deshi. You don't have to concern yourself, just enjoy tomorrow." Unnecessarily dragging other people down with him was not his style, but it was obvious Zidane was unsettled by the news.
Lord King was an inglorious bastard. Anything that came out of his mouth or house was for his self enjoyment. He was a sadistic, hedonistic bastard that loved watching other people squirm. He had money, power and it would not surprise him that the old Lord has seen some war. Something about all of this was wrong. It was a feeling that nagged away at one. if he armor was so evil and cursed, why chase after it? Sure bandits and rogues would hurry to the whisper of treasure, but someone Rosa cared about was dragged into it too? It left a bad taste in his mouth.
"Sometimes, you can't think everything out. You have to listen to your heart."
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Post by xiahtic on May 13, 2013 12:04:27 GMT -5
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Anxiety continued to gnaw at Rosa's being, making her look down and twiddle her thumbs as she fought the tears. Seeing Zidane again made her feel so tired and relieved at the same time, the comfort offered by a friend a foreign feeling that came with her endless search. She felt really exhausted, her hope ebbing a bit as she realized how long she had been searching for her King, how lonely Ceodore must have been without both his parents, and how worried her people are for them both. The sounds of merriment around her only brought the feelings closer to home.
"I'm sure you'll meet him again. Even if you are separated now, the paths that connect the worlds together bring those with strong bonds back to each other. You just have to hang in there until next you meet."
The words brought her out of her reverie, her lips parted slightly as she gazed at Deshitana, giving him a soft smile. It was ironic that she would hear the words that will give her strength from a stranger, but she accepted it nonetheless. The doubts that she felt about the man slowly faded at his words, filling a void in her heart with warmth, "Thank you so much. I...I am sure I will meet him again...definitely." The words that she uttered, she realized, were words mostly directed to herself, words she made to reassure herself and repair her broken hope, the tears in her eyes receding as she made to wipe them away, "I don't believe I ever asked your name, good sir." She added, berating herself for momentarily forgetting about asking. Her emotions are all over the place as of the moment, working hard to pull themselves together as she waited for the man to answer, wondering what sort of world he was from.
It was when Zidane spoke to her about giving up, he was right, how dare she give up so easily when Cecil didn't give up on her, not once, and she called herself full of faith for her husband? With a determined look, she nodded, listening to what Zidane had to say. She found herself regaining that spark of excitement as he elaborated, nodding at his words as he finished, "It awfully sounds like another adventure." She started, smiling at her companions, "And we might just get that thing you did not get before, Zidane, remember? I forgot what it was, but we'll make sure to get it this time. As for the armor, I don't really need it more to just look and confirm, afterwards, you are free to do whatever of it." She knew that it was a good bargain, remembering what Zidane really was and it is a small price to pay for his company once more. She thought about how they would ask the nobles; although this place is cheerier than Treno, and friendlier at that, she was still wary of what the people would do if they learned that she was not of that world. Biting her lower lip, she knew she had to be careful and strive to fit in.
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Post by Deleted on May 16, 2013 20:31:04 GMT -5
Whether or not Zidane understood the reason for Deshi discomfort, the mercenary managed to hold his ground as he listened to the conversations around him. When Rosa brought her information forward almost in tears, he paid attention to the words she had to say and also to the reaction Zidane had towards said information. If the look on his face was any sign of what the blonde thought, then Deshi could already tell the guy was not pleased by the information.
If he took a wild guess, the mercenary would think Zidane knew a bit about this king Rosa spoke of and in turn did not like him. While the mercenary was a bit curious as to what caused such dislike in the cheerful young fellow, he dismissed the questions as trivial for the time being. What mattered was not the king, but this rumor that Rosa spoke of and the information it held.
Zidane didn't seemed to want to buy the rumor and quite frankly Deshi couldn’t blame him for that. Rumors were the worst to fall for, but on the other hand they also made good excuses to take on jobs that required one to discover whether or not something was true or not. This case was no exception. Even though he did not show it, Deshi was curious to take on this rumor to see what he could learn from it whether or not it was silly or not. He just had to know.
Despite the rising excitement at finding something new, Deshi remained a calm isle amongst all the noises of the pub as he continued to be the good listener he was. As he did this, Zidane went to pondering the situation at hand leaving a brief silence between the trio. It was into this silence that Deshi had spoken without truly being able to stop himself in response to the girl’s worry. The words effect were surprising on all fronts. Zidane couldn’t seem to believe the words had come from Deshi, but at the same time he seemed impressed about something as he supported his head with his hand. As for himself, Deshi couldn’t explain why he had said what he said, but in the end he didn’t regret it. The woman seemed to be just as shock by the words, but appreciative nonetheless as she gave him a small smile. She seemed to gain some form of strength from the words, which was something that baffled the mercenary to no end. He couldn’t quite wrap his brain around the power of words, but he supposed if it really made her feel better then that was okay.
Rosa thanked him for his words which in turn got her a small nod in turn. When she asked him his name a short while later, Deshi hesitated as a sense of déjà vu hit him. Pushing it away, he answered.
“Deshitana or Deshi if you like,” he said calmly re-introducing himself to the déjà vu lady wondering if maybe that whole ordeal was a bad dream. Dream or not, by some miracle he had been given a second chance to befriend the lady he almost killed and since the Beast was in more check than it was last time he would be sure not to mess the chance up.
Following the introduction, Zidane sat up and spoke. He was …agreeing with his words? Okay…he supposed that was alright even if he still didn’t understand why such simple words had the effect they did. Zidane seemed like he was about to elaborate on what he was saying, but instead stopped and fell back into thought for a moment. As he did this, Rosa seemed to understand whatever was left unsaid for she nodded with a look a determination in her eyes.
Pushing away confusion, Deshi's dark brown eye locked back on Zidane as he spoke. He was talking about the play and the people that would be attending. Assuming “fatcats” meant people in power or with money, Deshi could see where Zidane was going with his plan. They could ask the upper class about the rumor, but how did you get people like that to loosen their lips? He remembered the Queen he served easily getting what she wanted, but that was simply because she had even more power than the upper class, but for people like himself? That was a tough call, especially if the upper class were as tight lipped as the ones around home. Unless you were equal station to them or had lots of money to unseal those lips of theirs, they weren’t going to talk, so he wondered how this would work out. Hmm…he guess that he’d have to wait and see.
In any case, Zidane seemed pretty sure that they’d find the truth...or at least pretended really well that they could do this. Either way, Deshi nodded in agreement. Indeed they would find out the truth. That was guaranteed.
Zidane got up off his seat and placed his hands on Rosa’s shoulders as he gave her smile and continued to speak filling her in on the blanks before saying they could all meet up tomorrow after the play to figure things out.
Rosa seemed to like this idea as she started to smile at the prospect of the adventure before moving on to speak on some “thing” Zidane failed to get on their last adventure. After saying they would indeed claim whatever the mysterious thing was this time around, she spoke on the armor saying that Zidane could do whatever he wanted with it after she made sure it did not belong to who she searched for. After speaking her bit, the woman fell into thought seeming worried about something as she bit her lip; however, Deshi didn’t ponder the woman’s worry too long as he instead focused on Zidane who was apologizing for the trouble, telling him not to worry about it and just enjoy the next day.
To this, Deshi gave Zidane a steady look as he read the uneasiness within the guy. He couldn’t leave the issue alone…not when he had already been dragged into it pretty deeply as it was. He wanted to know the truth, but also Zidane and even Rosa were becoming allies…no friends to the mercenary. He wouldn’t abandon them.
Deshi watched Zidane for a moment longer before his gaze moved from him to Rosa as he nodded slightly looking between the two.
“I think I am going to stick around for a while longer,” he said in his usual calm tones, letting them know that he was going to stick out this adventure until the end and would indeed be at that meeting the next day.
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Post by Deleted on May 18, 2013 2:55:41 GMT -5
Jovial Prince of Thieves Zidane was troubled by these rumors, but his friend was in need of his help. But he would never turn away a friend in need. Zidane did not see two ways about it. His mind tried to wrap around this troubling situation, but the answer seemed to swirl around into nothing but conjecture. It was too much to think about. He had responsibilities toward the play, but he also had a responsibility to his friend. The thief looked to Deshi with a crooked smirk. He lost. He supposed he would throw caution to the wind and accept things as they came. The young man nodded and stepped back from the counter.
He rolled his shoulders to stretch out and let the light-headedness from his shift in position to pass before he looked to the two with his usual bravado. "You guys really know how to crash a party." He laughed joyfully. "Once you get full up I'll take you to the inn off in the Business District." He smiled and looked between the pair. "It seems Rosa had a go at the air cabs."
Zidane would give the pair a chance to fill their bellies with food and drink. A bit of inconsequential conversation here and there would stand as an attempt the to push away the uncomfortable air that remained. Zidane explained, in light, the reasons for the celebration and why everyone in the districts were involved. The completed developments of these airships meant safe travel to the uncharted continents that dotted the planet. Though the thief, for unknown reasons, seemed a bit put off by the idea, he did not dwell. Being a good host he would ride with them on on the air cabs to the Business District.
When the cabs flew into the stations there was an influx of noise and a clatter of machinery. The cab engines, though running without Mist, were not quite at the advancements they had made with the new steam engines, which could now provide days of travel if kept repaired. This meant, though, a certified engineer would be stationed with these voyages. It was a wondrous opportunity.
Even still, the cabs were impressive. They rode a predetermined path on an air track, assisted by their propellers to move forward. These tracks were divided between the three Districts and the Castle. The sight of the Grand Castle and city were quite awe inspiring from the cabs. Zidane was always ready to show off his home. It was not something he had ever considered calling Lindblum, it had not been until after its near, total destruction, was he able to feel that fear of losing the one place he had come to carry all of his memories.
The inn was rather nice. Upstairs, a soft kupo kupo, could be heard from the resident Moogle. At least it was a good sign that the inn was safe. He would let them choose to stay or not, though he honestly felt Rosa safer here. The boy shook his head and motioned his gloved hands. "I would invite you both to stay at the theaters, but I doubt you would be comfortable... Bros'll be smashed and we're gonna be up early fer call." He warned. "You can get a feel for Lindblum and the foreign crowds." He gave a cheery laugh and turned to leave, but he gave pause and glanced over his shoulders. Ah made an exaggerated motion and groped his satchel before jangling it a bit. "Oh, make sure to hold onto your purses, a lot of these fellows are from Treno." He eyed Rosa knowingly. Before he left he would smirk at Deshi. He did not want the stranger to worry, but he was a bit relieved the man had their backs.
He knew Boss would have a fit if he knew he was getting into trouble with Lord King. That man had always been the troubling sort. At least the Lady Queen was tolerable because she had a sense of business, or greed. But at least she knew she needed patrons alive and well to do business. The other problem was that Treno was Alexandrian territory, so it was a bit far out and not there jurisdiction. If they were caught in a bad enough spot they would have fewer friends to buy them out of trouble.
Zidane headed back to the hideout in the clocktower. He was exhausted and just a look around the only beds in the loft were take. And the good spots on the floor were taken. With a heavy sigh the thief kicked off his boots and snatched up a cloth. He pulled the warm cover around his shoulders and kicked a few piles of unkempt costumes into a tighter pile. The boy dropped onto the pile and curled up. It would be a long day.
It honestly came too soon. The familiar noise of the crowed brought excitement to the men and women of the theater adrenaline. The rush put them on edge, but it was most favorable. Zidane was dressed up and pranced about like a doll. Though, outwardly, he hated it, he secretly enjoyed the attention. He was always a loud and obnoxious sort so life in the theater was perfect for him. The crowds swarmed toward the Theater District. The stagehands were having trouble holding the crowds back from the theater's entrance. All manner of individual seemed to be packed into the crowd. Stout, tell, noble and commoner alike were drawn to this grand event. Many were there to experience something new, while other were there to boast of their opportunities to not only see, but buy themselves passage on these new airships and into new lands before anyone else. It was disgusting, and somewhat rewarding, knowing that many of these men would find their pockets empty by the day's end.
Soon everyone was shuffled in and seated. Light dimmed and the curtains were pulled. The play began.
"Sometimes, you can't think everything out. You have to listen to your heart."
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Post by xiahtic on May 24, 2013 1:57:08 GMT -5
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Relief washed over Rosa's being, knowing that she wasn't wrong in seeking help from her friends. They will help her, and Zidane even looked genuinely interested. Deshitana answered her question with a smile and she found herself smiling back, knowing there was no reason to doubt a man who would give her such advice. She nodded at Zidane at his suggestion of settling in, "By all means we should. I do feel a little tired from the journey myself. I landed in a different place from here, you see. Another Kingdom called Alexandria and the Queen was gracious enough to give me a lift to you. She was the one who told me that I might find you here."
The Queen found herself laughing her night away, temporarily forgetting the task at hand as she ate and listened to stories. Vagabond adventurers often had the greatest stories to tell, and she knew, she was one herself before.
The merriment soon died and Zidane led them towards the air cab station, elated, yet tired. They boarded one cab and zoomed out of town. Lindblum honestly looked beautiful at night, so much that during the day and Rosa can't help but sigh softly in awe. The banisters of Lindblum castle looked majestic in the moonlight, the stars scattered around like a curtain of glitter, a majestic backdrop for the castle's glorious facade. The white mage did not think she had seen anything so beautiful, not even Baron.
The thought pained her, missing her home, she had travelled for countless months in search of her missing King but to no avail. Sure she met some interesting people around but everything is a blur. Even now, the sounds all around are muffled, empty, her heart felt heavy with longing. It was not long before they touched down the station and she found herself being led towards the inn, waiting for Zidane to get them a room and examining the peculiar-looking, Bobo bird on display. She went upstairs, finding a creature in her room and raising an eyebrow although doubts receding as fast as they appeared when the thing made the cutest sound she ever heard, "I think we could settle in nicely in here, Zidane, thank you very much for your concern." She smiled, offering her friend a grateful smile before turning to Deshitana, "I suppose Deshi would also stay in this same inn so I think I'll be safe enough." She was practically entrusting her safety to a man she barely knew, but she felt like he could be trusted. Just like Zidane, she felt that the man is good, and that is all the assurance she needed.
Dawn came and the twittering of birds woke her with a start, sitting up and wiping the sleep away from her eyes. With a yawn, Rosa started to clean up, strapping her bow over her shoulder and putting on her cloak once she's done, making her way down the inn to see if Deshitana waited for her or if she should go to the theater district alone.
The excitement of today's adventure made her fingers tingle with anxiety.
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Post by Deleted on May 28, 2013 5:11:12 GMT -5
Despite whatever he was feeling, the young blonde seemed to understand that he wasn't about to change the minds of the pair before him. With a crooked smile and nod, he teased them about crashing the party before moving on to say that once they were done eating, he could take them to the inn to rest for the night.
Rosa, who seemed to be relieved to have allies, agreed to the resting part as she explained how she had gotten to where she was in the first place. As this happened, the tension from earlier that rested within Deshi melted away as he saw something similar to trust in the girl's eyes when she had returned his smile. Having a feeling things would be alright, he told himself he'd just have to push away the past and take this second chance of his.
From there, idle chat filled the void while food and drinks were passed all around. While Deshi wasn't as talkative as most there, he did listen to what was said learning about this strange world that held similarities to his own. As the hours ticked on Deshi found it easier and easier to settle into the place and trust the pair he had teamed up with.
When all the fun dwindle down, the trio left the pub and headed to the air cab station. There was a lot of noise coming from the strange vehicles that made Deshi a little uncomfortable at first; however, as he got in and settled into his seat, he found himself forgetting his discomfort as the cab took off and he looked out the window. As his dark brown eye took in the city outside, he could not help, but be impressed by the city's beauty that seemed to spread all around. Keeping himself occupied with the new sites, he kept an ear out for conversation and responded accordingly should words come his way.
The cab continued on until it reached its destination and pulled to a stop. Following Zidane and Rosa to the inn, Deshi looked around the strange place as Zidane went about getting rooms. When the man came back and made his parting words, Deshi nodded at Rosa's words agreeing that they would indeed be fine here and pretty much let Zidane know without words that he had nothing to worry about. If something went down, Deshi would react to it and keep Rosa safe. At Rosa's words, Deshi gave her nod and a light "yes" to confirm he was staying at the inn too and was quite prepared to protect her. After the exchange and everyone had gone their own ways, Deshi settled into his room before falling into an unusual deep sleep that he did not wake from until morning.
Deshi woke up before the sun feeling more refreshed than he had in forever. As he got up, he went about quietly getting ready for the day. Once he was done with all his preparations, he headed down into the main lobby of the inn where he found himself waiting patiently enough for Rosa to wake up and come down.
When she finally did come down some time later, he got up from the chair he was waiting in and headed over to her. He greeted her kindly enough before asking if she was ready to go. When he got the yes, he would go with Rosa to the theater district where the play was about to start.
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Post by Deleted on May 29, 2013 20:09:28 GMT -5
Jovial Prince of Thieves It was the troupe's most famous play: I want to be your Canary, had been a celebrated piece most renown for serving the Kings and Queens of the Great Nations. The curtain drew onto the well crafted stage. Wood was perfectly pained to mimic stone and the effects created by the the alchemical wonders of the gunpowders and atmosphere crafted by the simple tricks of he trade. The crowd ambled together in awe of the realistic battles. Those who knew the troupe were well aware of the dangers of their acting. Rosa had seen the props up close before, they were real blades and the boys likely took some beatings as they went through the motions.Even so they braved the aches and bruises to put on a believable tale of romance and strife. Zidane played the lead male role of Marcus, and pushed forward to do his best. Though he had once, long ago, allocated to this role, it had only been for one person. He put on his mask and acted for only her eyes. Now he acted for the sake of others, and such things were still overwhelming for the young actor. All eyes would be upon him to play his role perfectly and with grandeur. It was all too soon before the first intermission. The curtains fell to offer time to the stage hands to change the set and allow actors to adjust into new costumes and rest. The crowds settled to clamor amongst themselves. The conversation was, at beast, fleeting. Nobles boasting of objects they have bought in auction which serve no purpose other than to collect dust within their massive, empty mansions, in which they barely house within themselves: much of their time spent cout socializing and making more gil. It was a sickening sight. There were many sorts of treasure in this world, but nobles seemed to pay no heed as to what sentimental value meant. ' Tch, lousy nobles.' A voice murmured up from the crowd. Standing among a few were some Burmecians, mixed with a scant few others. The one who had spoke out wore a maroon frock coat, and had a saber rested upon his left hip. Beneath the frock he wore a tan bosun jacket and clean, white shirt. Over one of his eyes he wore a patch, an old injury earned during the war two years ago. He looked over to some of those that stood with him, agreeing. What remained of his good eye, turned toward the stage. The hazel orb narrowed as he grinned. ' Well fellows, if you'll excuse me... I've got a previous engagement.' He bowed his head as he adjusted the collar of his shirt and shuffled off, appearing to have a limp in his left leg. He moved toward the stage and inched around it. Off in the crowd there seemed to be a few pickpockets, but it was quite a normality among a crowd of nobles, but what was curious, were the pickpockets pilfering from the pockets of the thieves. They were not dressed like thugs, but bettered dressed, almsot like nobles, save their surcoats and doublets were a bit dusty and badly stitched. When the play continued and finally came to an end Zidane, who stood on stage, waved into the crowd, motioning to Rosa and Deshitana. Things were hectic backstage as much as they were in the crowd. There was going to be a small speech scheduled after the play, commemorating the new Airship, so the theaters would be crowded for a time longer as the speaker prepared. Backstage the thief was back in his usual clothing, but his vest was put aside as he wiped down his sweat with a clean cloth. The stagehands worked on packing everything up and cleaning up the weapons and other props. He had his gloves laying on the table he sat at with a tankard of water to cool him down. The lights made it hot and the cloak did not help. He tugged up his boots, tapping them to snug them on his feet. He had come by something interesting. One of the boys had been crowd surfing and overheard one of the nobles boasting about a set of rare armor, nothing like it in the world. Now custom armor was common for collectors, but very few armors were 'one of a kind', typically made for large groups of soldiers. There was the chance that this was the armor they were looking for. " It seems the fellow is staying at the inn, if we can maybe smooth talk him..." Of course that meant Zidane was out. He was only really good with the ladies, and sometimes started fights even than. " Fellow doesn't seem to be from Treno though. He's right out of Alexandria." The boy relayed the information he had received. He did not want anyone to rush into trouble, so getting more information was important. But something did not settle right about the information. They say he was from Alexandria, but he hear of any nobles from Alexandria arriving. He kept it to himself for now. It was just him being busy. Sometimes things slipped by. No need to fret the unimportant details. "Sometimes, you can't think everything out. You have to listen to your heart."
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Post by xiahtic on Jun 2, 2013 10:31:27 GMT -5
The Queen is more or less, distractef all throughout the journey to the theater district, having been on an air cab with Deshitana for the past couple of minutes. Had Deshi been trying to get her attention, or even tried small talk, she didn't know as she was lost in her memories and doubts. Had Cecil really been in this world, and if so, where is he now? She resumed her habit of chewing her bottom lip, her eyes scanning the Lindblum heights, hoping to see even a glimmer of hope amidst the sea of the mundane.
They arrived at the venue a few moments more, not saying anything unless neaded and were seated at the front, Zidane's orders of course. They had a good view of the play,yet subtle enough to not catch attention with their peculiar clothing. Rosa, in particular, was not paying attention to the play but rather, listening behind her for information. What she got by far did not make any sense to her whatsoever and she wished that Zidane or Deshi had better luck.
As soon as the play finished, she gave Deshitana a soft squeeze on his arm before nodding towards Zidane's direction as the thief called them over. Without dilly-dally, she made her way to him, her eyes hopeful, "Anything yet?" Her voice was hushed, enough for only the two to hear "Those nobles behind us were mosty talking about nonsensical things. You did great by the way, didn't he, Deshi?" Rosa added, grinning at Deshitana in what seemed to be the first in the day. Her somber demeanor vanished as soon as Zidane called them over; the promise of taking one step closer towards Cecil elating her spirits highly. She listened closely as Zidane spoke, not wanting to miss anything that could be priceless to their endeavors.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2013 22:22:19 GMT -5
Deshi was a quiet companion to have around. He did not bother Rosa when he saw her lost in thoughts. He did not question the tense and worried air flowing from her. He understood without words that the young lady was going through a difficult time, even if he did not understand things such as love. Instead of trying to pull her away from her thoughts, he had left her where she was pretty sure that even if he had attempted to speak to her, his ears would fall on deaf ears. So they traveled together in silence, she lost in thought and biting her lip as anxiety filled her while Deshi looked out the window at the city that was now illuminated by the light of morning. It was still impressive, but it had lost some its magic and mystery that it gained when the night hide most things. Regardless of what he thought, the mercenary remained quiet as the cab took them to their destination.
Once out of the cab, he followed Rosa appearing more like a bodyguard to the well-dressed female. The result of this got some odd looks from some and respect from others as some of the more friendly Nobles tried to make idle chat with them as they were herded into the theater. After finding their seats, Deshi let Rosa sit first before settling into the seat next to her and listening to the people around him. Most of the time the words that were said were idle chat, but he did hear one whisper of the rumored gold armor; however, the speaker was cut short as someone stepped on his foot and told him to be quiet.
As much as Deshi wanted to turn a bit to see who the speakers were, the play began causing the mercenary to focus a bit on the impressive play and the realistic sword fights on the stage. With half of his attention devoted to the strange yet enjoyable play, he used the other half to listen to this conversation or that around him. He ruled out the nonsense and only focused on whispers of the rumor. From what he gathered some people believed in the rumor and others did not. The two groups seemed to butt heads, but decided not to argue in the theater.
During a break in the play, Deshi heard someone grumbling about the nobles and looked around casually to see a well-dressed gentleman surrounded by a group of men who seemed to be agreeing with him. The man seemed to catch a glimpse of something and then moving from his spot began to move towards the stage and around it. He was a curious fellow that made Deshi wonder who he was; however, before he could considered the meaning of this, he was distracted by the strange noble looking pickpockets moving through the crowd not targeting the nobles.
Odd, but another thing he could not ponder for in the end, the second part of the play started and went on until its end. When it ended, Zidane waved at the crowd before motioning for himself and Rosa to come to him. Around the time he saw this, Rosa squeezed his arm causing the mercenary to look at her as she nodded towards Zidane. A silent “let’s go”. Nodding, Deshi followed the girl back stage where Zidane was waiting for them. As soon as they were face-to-face with Zidane, Rosa began to speak wanting to know if the guy had found out anything before giving her own report and complimenting Zidane’s acting skills, breaking out into the first grin the mercenary had seen all day.
Somehow that grin relaxed the male as he thought to himself that things would be alright with the girl. To her question, he nodded as his eye landed on Zidane.
“You did very well,” he said in his usual calm tones making sure to keep his voice low, so that only the two before him could hear. In any case, after the comment had passed his lips, he jumped straight to business. “The Nobles were interesting to say the least. Some knew about the rumor, but they didn’t seem to be able to settle on the truth of the matter. Outside of this, I noticed some odd pick-pocketers that didn’t seem to be taking stuff from the rich. Also, there was a strange man in the crowds with a patch over his eye and a limp in his walk. I am not sure if either is important, but that is what I found,” he said and then fell silent to let Zidane fill him and Rosa on his own finds.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2013 17:33:00 GMT -5
Jovial Prince of Thieves
"Aww..thanks, hehe." He blushed a bit at their praise and rubbed at the back of his head shyly. As loud as he was, it was rare he got praise for his often obnoxious behavior.
A serious air took over, one that he was not comfortable with. He could not solidly advise the best course of action. The thief was no planner, plotter. That was the very reason he was a follower! It was why he had a boss himself! Though he was not unreasonable when a plan was brought up and considered, things happened. You could not always hold to a plan in a time of danger or if things went south against your wishes. Rosa's words were taken into consideration and even the quiet Deshitana had input. The thief stood and pulled his vest over his shoulders, taking care to neatly button it up. He reached back to retie his ponytail and sighed. Teeth were used to grip the ribbon as he collected the sandy mass into a single tassel. He bound the blue ribbon into his hair and stood back, allowing weight to settle more heavily on his left leg and right hand upon his hip. This situation really tested his patience, which seemed exceptionally limited when it game to the belly aches of nobles.
His tail lashed about behind him as he glanced to Rosa. "We got a lot of information just between the three of us. With those blowhards still talking on the matter means whoever got the armor, ain't showing it off yet. Seems though what Deshi says is pertinent too." Zidane picked up his gloves and slipped them back on.
He carefully buttoned the cuffs and walked a bit away from the pair. He let his weight shift to his right leg as his thumb and forefinger came to rest on his chin. His left hand came up to cup his right elbow as he took hold of the thoughtful position. His tail curled and batted about as he bobbed in place. How could he explain it? If he said to much Deshi may become a bit suspect of his role in this game. He was unsure if Rosa was aware of the true nature of his occupation, but she was no a stupid lady. The hard duties of theater life did not suit the adventurous boy. She probably was also keenly aware that he had a bit more knowledge than he should over such matters concerning the peddling rumors of nobles and their sacred properties. He nodded and turned to face them. He would hope his shot would not end with more trouble.
Losing their trust.
He earnestly wished to help Rosa and Deshitana was a good person for as far as he could tell, not worthy of such callous, cold-hearted betrayal, but who in their right mind could trust a vagrant such as he? He was so beneath the caste, barely reached above a commoner's rank, and only barely due to the truthful states of his study of the art. He debated on his words and course of actions. He did not want to draw himself suspect to anything. Rosa would believe him right? He waved his hands in the air dismissively. These were all useless thoughts and best left out of consideration. He turned to face them with a coy grin.
"I can see your concern with them Deshi, the ones that did not seem to be actually doing anything..." He motioned to his clothes. "It's not uncommon for these sorts to mingle and later follow the target back to their place of residence and rob them blind." He would explain.
It was like becoming part of a group, disguising yourself. A spy. They blended into groups and became them, only to betray them in the end. It was a dirty way of stealing. Zidane was too loud to be very fond of such a sneaky way. He may be underhanded and a bit uncouth, but he was never big on earning another person's trust and betraying someone he had become fond of. He really saw no reason to it.
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A young noblewoman from Alexandria made her way to the Aircab Station. It had been a long day and she was distressed from the heat. The speech was lovely, but it was going on far too long. She decided it was best to retire before the heat did it for her. It was not uncommon in Alexandria for women to hold higher positions and became the heirs to entire fortunes. This lovely figure of divinity had dressed finely for he event. Gems and jewelry decorated both her body and dress. She and a few other passengers boarded for the Business District. The young woman was staying at the inn, due home by the evening. She had gone against the strong wishes of her mother, who had warned Lindblum could be dangerous with so many filering in from neighboring areas.
She did not listen. She felt her mother fretted over every little thing. A trip to the neighboring regency was perfectly safe! With the new airship models travel was less dangerous and with so many, she assured her mother, there would be many guards present to guard the visitors from harm. But little did she realize the guards were merely there to police situations and typically guarded the people from the greater threats of monsters and during times of war. This was the state of the ancient ways of a colony built on the foundations of a Hunter's pride. The regency was self-sufficient.
When she got off the Aircab, the stuffy air was only re-realized. She took her fan from her purse, but was nearly bowled over by exiting passengers. She stumbled forward, but was caught by the warm hands of a gentleman. 'Watch yourself there madam, the step is quite dangerous.'
She looked up, a bit surprised by his appearance, but smiled warmly. 'Good sir, thanks be.' She would offer as he heled her steady at her feet. She bowed to him in thanks and the gentleman bowed in return.
'Might I offer you company back? These streets are riddled with unspeakable vagrants and criminals leaking in from the woodworks, awful to leave the side of company, don't you think?' He offered out his hand.
She hesitated and looked over the fellow. He appeared an older gentleman, given the manner he heavily leaned on his cane he looked a bit feeble. Alexandrian pride was quite against leaning toward such favors, but for the sake of politeness she accepted his offer. She pulled at the hem of her dress and offered a curtsey before she reached out her gloved hand in he manner a noble would when offering permission for another to serve them. The older gentleman smiled warmly and took the tips of her fingers, keeping her at arm's length, and walked her toward the inn.
A few had left back to the Inns and to do a bit of shopping in the Business District so it easily became quite crowded.
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By the end of Zidane's small explanation much of the company had packed up everything. he moved about himself gathering a few towels and discarded bits of clothing. He tossed them into one of the chests marked by Tantalus' symbol and leaned against it, palms flat on the lid. His tail swayed as he tried to gather up his thoughts. He stood and turned to face them, flopping back to lean down on the chest before sitting himself down.
"We can head to the inn and check on these rumors." He looked to Deshi and nodded to affirm had had not forgotten his words or disregarded them. "I think with what Deshi spotted it's likely we won't be the only ones looking for that rumor gold mine." He stood and rolled his shoulders. "Some of these sorts get cut throat, so we have to be on our toes." Zidane suggest they head out to the Business District with the rest of the crowds. With the commemoration speech over, everyone was beginning to clear out.
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'Good sir!' the woman gasped as she was pushed into the wall of her room by the older male. Her face was visibly flushed and eyes turned from his form. His face was close to her own and the brush of his whiskers made her giggle like an enamored school girl.
'Now, my dear, tis no reason to be so shy. So young, so beautiful....' His lips pulled back in a grin as his long, clawed fingers traced down her soft cheeks. He smirked and reached his free hand behind him, his cane leaned up against the wall.
The male reached back into his pocket and pulled out his handkerchief. It seemed to be wet, covered in some sort of sweet smelling... He reached his hand from caressing her cheek to the back of her head. He forced the cloth over her mouth. The noblewoman began to struggle and flail, but he gently hushed her. Soon her body went limp and he picked her up off the ground. Her form was settled in bed and he would retrieve his cane before edging to the door.
Adjusting his collar he opened up to the sight of a small group of men. 'Did ya get her down boss?'
He shorted, raising his nose into the air. 'Of course, get in and gather what you can, the rest of you, with me downstairs. We have to mingle...' His stooges chuckled as he stepped out into the hall with them.
The sleazy robber grinned at the woman passed out on the bed, but felt a kull-cracking whip to his head. He flinched and settled his arms over his skull, looking back at his boss who offered him the deadliest of looks. The older male pushed out his cane and let the hook of the dragon-shaped handle hook around the back of the crook's neck, dragging his lackey forward.
'Please remember our reputation boy, you treat that young woman with respect or I will crush your bones into dust and loose them in the desert.' The threat was not idle. The man was a large, and still strong war veteran. He would not have any insubordination in his group. 'You herd up the letters and the open her lockbox and meet us downstairs. The longer we stay, the longer we permit others to catch on. Savvy, good friend?' He sneered as his long tail flickered in annoyance and muzzle pulled back revealing his sharper set of teeth.
'Y-yess boss.' The crook relented. The old veteran released his hold on the fellow and limped his way downstairs with the others. His maroon frock was carefully adjusted as he headed down to mingle with the side show: the gaggle of nobles boasting of their days accomplishments in uselessly spending large amounts of gil.
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Making sure his holster was in place the Thief would walk with his friends to the Aircab. The tension was bit much for him so he tried to relieve it by telling a few off colored jokes about nobles and how wide their asses are, such surprise it is they fit through doors. He kept his voice low, but loud enough for a few nobles riding the cab to glance around and make sure it was not them. the cheeky thief folded his arms behind his head and smirked.
The visitors crowded the Business District, supporting many of the business there by purchasing souvenirs and goods. The playhouse always supported the business area, giving tourists a place to buy a few memories, which in turned helped the Industrial District flourish. Inside the Inn many have gathered in the lobby to talk and were sampling hors d'œuvre, though not quiet the specialty of the inn, but they managed.
Sitting on the bench by the Bobo Bird was the old Burmeciean and a few of his friends. He had gathered a bit of attention from some of the nobles with his stories of his time in the war, fighting for Burmecia and Clerya. He had gotten caught under the many monuments in Burmecia but managed to escape with his injured leg, to Cleyra. There he lost an eye trying to defend his people against the invading enemy. He had managed to escape its destruction, but barely. He claims to have been washed away by the sea and only lived through the mercifulness of the water Gods.
Many great tales were begin spread, though many were of fortune and coming into it through a death in the family or a struggle with the courts.
Thief. Light. Genome. 2119 WORDS NOTES: It floats Made by Queen Kassy of Cheyenne; Edited by OuRex Draco
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