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Post by xiahtic on Jun 14, 2013 6:18:53 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. - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Rosa was more or less silent as the two exchanged information, listening well and nodding occasionally as they both put in their two cents. She let her eyes wander around, looking at the people that surrounded them, waving at one or two that recognized her from last night at the inn and her thoughts quickly wandered towards Baron. Her home, her kingdom, the people who trusted her to bring their king back. Her heart was gripped with sadness as the laughter and smiles from around her became very reminiscent of the Baronian people of before. Before she left them with a heavy heart in hopes to put their smiles back where they belonged.
And she longed for Ceodore, she longed to reach for her son and take the burden of being a stand-in for the King in such a young age. She knew the Prince would be very much like his father in his rule, but it was still too much for a mere fifteen-year old. She wanted to go back home, yet if she came back home empty-handed, she knew the consequences are going to be too much to handle.
She tuned back in the conversation in time to nod as Zidane asked them to go back to the Business District, something about people likely to stay there with information. Pulling her hood back over her head, she followed them both, a step behind as they reached the Air Cab. Zidane is his usual goofy self, and Rosa allowed herself a couple of lighthearted giggles each time he made fun of a noble. The trip was short, arriving in the District within minutes and them striding towards the inn in a few more.
Just as the boy predicted, the inn was crowded with the guests that came to see the play. Zidane seemed to know a lot of people and Rosa gave him a nudge, "Maybe you could try talking to them about it, see what they know?" She said, watching the others as they gave her a curious glance before looking away. She pulled the cloak closer around herself, facing Deshitana and giving him a comforting smile, taking the time to ask him about his origins, "I haven't asked where you are from yet, have I? Are you also looking for something here?" She asked, curious, her hand placed on the receptionist's table, tapping her slender fingers idly while she waited for an answer.
Just then, three men blundered from the stairs leading to the upper rooms, knocking down a child in the process. Rosa moved, faster even than the child's mother as she shielded the fallen boy with her cloak, helping the kid get up, "Are you okay?" Her emerald eyes focused on the child's crying face before turning towards the brutes, her face pulled into a frown, "You should be more careful."
"Out of out way, lady." The largest sneered, and Rosa's nose twitched at the onslaught of putrid breath, stepping aside while the boy's mother gratefully took him from her arms. She stood up, watching the men's retreating backs, her hand twitching towards the quiver to her side. The men looked around, their eyes filled with malice as they rounded back to her, circling her in a flash, "You don't look like you're from here, miss. Are you lost?"
Her hand discreetly reached behind her, under the cloak, for her bow.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 18, 2013 19:13:58 GMT -5
Deshi had said what he had to say and then listen as Zidane spoke regarding the information they had all gathered as he finished getting dressed. The mercenary stayed out of the way of the cleaning crew members as he listened to the blonde from his positioned leaned against a wall nearby. When Zidane started to explain exactly what sort of people Dehi had spotted in the crowds, the mercenary's eye narrowed slightly as he put two and two together. So they were indeed thieves as he assumed and from the way Zidane was demonstrating he too was one.
So what did this new bit of information mean to the mercenary? Not much as he did not mind if Zidane was indeed a thief. He had worked with Selkies before who made a living out of stealing, so he was sure this was situation was no different, especially since this thief seemed to have an honor code all of his own. As long as Zidane didn't betray the mercenary and remain the man he had met the night before, Deshi did not care about his occupation. He could handle it.
In any case, the narrowing of the eye was simply the way the mercenary observed the tailed man from a new angle. He was in no way judging the man on what he had said, he simply accepted Zidane for who he was and left it at that. His nod was enough of a confirmation of this acceptance.
In any case, when Zidane suggested to go to Business District and the inn for more information, the mercenary had simply nodded as he unfolded himself from his position he had taken leaned against the wall nearby with crossed arms. He followed the pair through the crowds and got on the Air Cab. While Zidane joked about the nobles and Rosa interacted with him, Deshi remained quiet… although the light nods and smirk upon his lips suggested he was still listening to the conversation and finding it amusing regardless of not saying much.
They arrived at the inn that seemed to have an impossible number of folks within it now that the play was over. As everyone packed into the area, Deshi stuck with his group listening to the conversations that floated by, but did not pick up anything useful from all the chatter. When Rosa spoke to Zidane about asking people for information, Deshi's eye had wandered about the room catching sight of that strange older gentleman again. A light frown came over his face as wonder briefly why the guy was here, but it quickly disappeared as he heard Rosa speak to him.
To her question and smile, he shook his head lightly. "No. I am searching for something to help with a personal matter. Outside of that I am simply a traveler and work for hire," he said keeping his answer short and to the point. Sure, he could've been open and told the whole story behind himself, but that was simply not his way. He could only hope the short answer was enough to satisfy the woman’s curiosity. He really didn't want to get into discussions of home or his past if it could be helped, but if she asked for more information he would continue to share a bit about himself in short burst.
In any case, time went on before Deshi took note of Rosa’s behavior in the thick and hot crowd. He was on the edge of asking Rosa if she was okay as he caught on to her nervous air when a disturbance of a sort stopped those words from leaving his lips.
Turning his eye to the problem, he watched as three men came from upstairs knocking over a kid. In response to the situation, Rosa had reacted and helped the kid before snapping at the men for their rudeness. In turn, the group brushed her off at first, but then taking note of something circled back around to face her trapping her in center of their ring.
As they spoke their words dripped with malicious intent, putting the woman on edge. However, she would not have a need to pull out her bow as Deshi gave the trio a cold glare and spoke.
"She is with me and not lost. I'd appreciate if you'd leave my lady alone," Deshi said in calm tones as he watched the men carefully knowing their type were not easily swayed away. As usual the leader of the group sneered as he looked from Rosa to him.
"Oh yeah, tin man? And what will do if we don't leave her alone?" the man asked roughly causing the people nearby to tense and become quieter as they sensed a fight brewing. The guests didn't know what do and the inn keeper and helpers were too frightened to stop what was about to occur; however, Deshi remained calm as he simply stepped towards the nearest man, letting a very potent aura of malice wash off him –a killer’s aura—as the Beast within was awoken slightly by the taste of battle. The mercenary kept it under control though as he moved. He came to a stop outside of the ring as he locked his eye on the man closest to him.
"Whatever is necessary to get the point through your head," he said in quiet tones. To this the nearest man backed away, making an opening for the mercenary that he easily stepped into as he went to Rosa's side watching the other two coolly. The two flunkies were unnerved, but their boss tried to hold his ground as he watched Deshi with aggression.
Not once did Deshi take his eye off the man. After a tense stare down between fighters, the brute reluctantly called off his men and backed away into the crowd knocking folks over in anger as they decided to leave for now. He knew he would not win. Not here at least.
Deshi watched them go and when they were out of range of both sight and hearing, he narrowed his eye at the door as the aura he was emitting faded and he returned to his normal state.
"Their type do not give up so easily. They may return, so stay close and on guard," he told Rosa in a calm gentler tone than he had used with the brutes as the crowds returned back to normal now that the threat was gone. As the chatter began to once more, Deshi began searching for a good place to start poking for information as he kept an eye on trouble that may come his or his friends’ way.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2013 19:07:10 GMT -5
Jovial Prince of Thieves
Zidane was always a bit wary toward admitting his internal thoughts to others. As they made their way to the business district he made sure to keep the air a lively one. Something was nagging at the back of his mind. Something that Deshitana had mentioned. Perhaps it was just his imagination? He knew Tantalus was not the only gang out there, but they were the most predominate one this side of the Aerbs Mountains. It made him wonder: just how many groups came about since the war? He would rather not think about it. Those memories were still pretty strong and had a tendency to stir emotion in his chest. He would successfully brush aside his thoughts with his humor and smile. By the time they arrived in the Business District Zidane was a ball of mirth. He walked along side his two companions toward the Inn.
The streets were filled. Merchants would certainly be happy and so would a few pickpockets. It was too bad he was not in that crowd. He could have surfed a while and gotten some interesting treasures, but finding his friend's treasure seemed a might more important. Rosa had poured her heart out, begging for help. How could he say no to that? Even Deshitana seemed quite willing, though that serious exterior of his did need to be cracked a bit. At least he did carry smiles somewhere beneath that mask of his. Zidane was assured that Deshi was a good person. Just being willing to help Rosa without even knowing her showed his true intentions. Zidane was another story. Though he carried his heart out upon his sleeve, he still kept hidden the true intentions of his spirit. He locked his worries behind a smile, and closed off his thoughts to others. He only showed what he wanted to, as to not burden others beyond their capacity. There was no need to worry about what one could not yet control nor undersand, so why bother?
With that in mind they entered the Inn. Rosa seemed offered the suggestion of talking to others, but she was naive. The thief knew that sometimes begging the question only led to suspicion. One had to play on the emotions and feelings of other people. That was what it meant to him to a thief. Using your charm and smarts to read others and have them tell you a story voluntarily. That way they gave you information rather than hid away in suspect. His ail curled up a bit, closer to his body. This was a response to the boy getting ready to speak up on these thoughts, but Rosa's distraction, or more like maternal instinct, caught her attention. The thief settled his hands on his hips and sighed. Honestly, this woman really amazed him.
As this occurred Rosa seemed to brush into some roughish brutes and it bega. Deshi hurried to her side, causing him to press his face into his palm. These guys were really quick to heat up. That spoke volumes when compared to his personality. He could not help but chuckle as they had their little pissing contest among one another. Zidane decided to use this to his advantage and snaked through the crowd. As worried as they were they still whispered. This was how rumors began. He hooked his thumbs into his belt line, tail lowering until it was barely swinging over the surface of the ground.
'Oh, it's them.' Someone pointed out, beginning the whispers.
'Who, who?' Another hooted in return as they fluffed their feathers in shock.
'Those thugs are said to roam the Tuhanda Shores. Just outside the Dragon Gates.' They responded.
Now that, Zidane found suspicious. There were no settlements out there, unless one counted the Qu's Marsh.
'Oh, yes, I hear the Regent doesn't pay heed to them, nor are they on populated highways.' That was how one kept out of the concern of guards. If they were not on the main roads, they were of little to no concern. Thugs did not concern high guards.
Only small groups did that though. Bigger groups like Tantalus could easily reside in towns and cities with their reputation and networks. So if these guys were small and unknown, where were they from? Zidane watched as the thugs scurried out of the Inn. Zidane examined them, trying to find something that connected them as a group. He scratched at his chin and made his way through the slowly settling crowd. Zidane smirked and folded his arms behind his head.
"Man, you guys are scary together, remind me not to ever get too much on yer nerves." He teased.
The old Burmeceain watched as the young, blonde woman and taller man spooked off his lackeys. It seemed something interesting came to his ripped ears. My Lady, that is what the armored fellow called the well dressed woman. He gripped his hand over his cane and flickered his long tail before leaning down to whisper to his well-dressed compatriot at his side. His long fingers were held out as he spoke, looking as everyone else did who began to whisper of Rosa's bravery for standing up to those good-for-nothing thugs. They were never a great problem in crowded due to their lack of numbers and reputation.
The lackey smiled at his boss and left the Inn with a few others that were off to do more shopping. The older male canted his head and took a good look at Rosa and Deshitana before gripping the dragonhead atop his cane and limping out. Upstairs there was a frightening 'Kupo, po!!' that sounded. Moodon, the Inn's moogle, rushed downstairs, only to bounce down several steps and crash face first on the landing. With bon-bon bouncing Moodon fluttered off the ground and landed on his paws.
'K-kupo! It's terrible! Someone's sick!' He flailed about.
Upstairs he had found the young woman unconscious. She was unharmed, but would not respond to normal methods of being roused from slumber due to the medicine.
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Outside the older male limped to the Aircab. Some of his men had gathered.
"Idiots!" He clubbed each one above the head, soundly, when they were all aboard the cab, riding to the Grand Castle. He scoffed and stared off. "No worries though mates. We've the lockbox and something else interesting just popped up. We'll head back for now, it won't be long until they find the little miss. By than we'll already be at Treno, aye?" His men cheered at the boss' arrogant pride.
Thief. Light. Genome. WORDS: 1093 NOTES: In a new age, new steps are needed Made by Queen Kassy of Cheyenne; Edited by OuRex Draco
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Post by xiahtic on Jun 24, 2013 15:29:54 GMT -5
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Rosa's clutch on her bow loosened as the silver-haired mercenary stepped forward and shielded her from the thugs. The Queen's cheeks were flushed with anger, staring down the thugs as Deshi spewed out threads, the woman reveling in pride for her new companion. It seemed the thuglings took the hint and buggered off, leaving her and Deshitana alone in a circle of people. The crowd slowly returned to their usual bustle, the spectacle having came to an end, and as the involved parties are not at all harmed, they did not see the point of watching the two anymore.
Slowly, Rosa looked back to Deshitana, a smile gracing her lips and a nod of thanks given towards the young man. He warned her of something she knew and once more nodded, "I know, thank you for helping out. Don't worry, I won't stray away from people I know can protect me." She looked back to the door before motioning towards Zidane, meeting the boy halfway as he seemed ambled towards them. Rosa let out a slight giggle at the Terran's remark, nudging Deshitana's side in mild jest, "Well, they do have something to be scared about Deshitana, as for me, I don't think anyone could be scared of someone who looks so weak." It was true, as the demeanor of the thugs proved, but they sure are lucky to not have pushed their luck. If Deshitana have not intervened, they may have taken it outside, and the thugs could have had arrows stuck in places they don't want to in a split second, Rosa ensuring her aiming wouldn't miss. They might have gotten information afterwards, but it was also a risky move. The risk presented itself in the form of unwanted attention, and it's something they did not need.
Just then, a peculiar creature came ambling down the stairs, his hurry making him fall flat on his face to which Rosa helped him up, being that she was near the staircase at the time. The moogle seemed to catch his breath, mumbling words she couldn't understand, until a gasp gave the small creature the push he needed, helping him blurt out coherent information. "'K-kupo! It's terrible! Someone's sick!'"
"Calm down." Rosa soothed, patting the creature on its small back. Moodon calmed down as if on cue, looking at the White Mage with pleading eyes, before pulling on her fingers, "There was a girl upstairs! She wouldn't move no matter how hard I nudge her!" With the words, Moodon fled upstairs, and Rosa did not lose any time to follow, hoping against hope that the moogle had been mistaken.
Upstairs, there was a young woman, sleeping on a bed like normal yet one look at her pale skin told Rosa something was off. She pulled a chair towards the bed, grasping the girl's wrist gently and feeling for a pulse, sighing in relief as it was there. She seemed to be put in a coma, the scent of something sweet traced from near her bed. The Queen frowned, looking over at Zidane and Deshitana if they ever followed, shaking her head, "She must have been drugged. If it was poison I could at least use my magic to nullify it, but drugs are trickier. We have no choice but to wait it out and hope it wears off. I can try doing magic on her, but it's too risky, it might endanger her more than save her." Lindblum suddenly became a far more scary place then the eternal twilight of Treno; for someone to harm someone as young, full of promise, it was a daunting dilemma on Rosa's part. Will Cecil be alright in this kind of place? What if...
She shook her head to clear her thoughts, gazing back at the girl. She might not have been older than Ceodore, maybe a little younger.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2013 23:13:10 GMT -5
When fights break out in an area as cluttered with people as this place was, there was no surprise when gossip and information about who the thugs were began to float around. While Deshi heard what was said, most of it made no sense to the mercenary who was not familiar with this land. Despite this, he gathered that the group while not well known had caused their own share of grief to others. If they had not, then where did the whispers come from?
Whatever was heard was quickly placed on a back burner as Deshi faced off the thugs with Rosa. He didn't care what whispers were thrown out about him or even if what he did might put them in danger later. What mattered to him was that his friends were left alone. Luckily, the thugs got the message and left before things got too serious. As the world returned to normal and the violent air died from around Deshi, he looked over at Rosa and met her eyes as she smiled at him and before thanking him and saying she wouldn't stray too far from her allies.
The answer was pleasing to the mercenary and in turn he nodded as he fully relaxed, his eye scanning the area. As he took a quick glance of the area, he found himself carefully watching an old man that was near the back of the crowd. After the fight was over, the man moved to leave after seemingly observing them; however, what bothered Deshi was the fact that the man seemed to be the same guy from the theater. Was he following them? It was definitely suspicions; however, Deshi didn't get to linger on the thought long as Rosa moved away to meet Zidane who was coming towards them. Deshi lingered where he was for a moment watching the path the old man had taken before he moved to go over to where Zidane and Rosa was. He heard the the jest and even allowed the mild nudge as he simply shook his head with a faint smile.
"Honestly, I think I did them a favor. I think my lady would've done more damage than I ever could," he said in easy tones allowing himself to play a bit. It was odd, but it was easy to relax and simply be...be what? Himself? Was that what this person he did not really know was? Was this who he was underneath all the battles and experiments? The person that had been locked away? He wasn't sure, but at the moment didn't care either. He was just happy that whoever this emerging person was was better than the old him. If he could he wanted to keep this aspect of himself and the friends he made.
While the thought filled him with a bit of joy, the emotion was fleeting and all too soon, Deshi was back to his original serious self as he heard the familiar yet panicked "kupo" from a moogle. Looking in the direction of the sound, he saw a moogle trying to hurry down the stairs, but instead of being graceful, the creature tripped and fell flat on its face.
Rosa automatically went to the creature's rescue calming the panicked creature down enough for it to tell them about the girl upstairs. A girl that would not wake up? Did that mean she was dead? No...that couldn't be right. The moogle said she was just sick right?
Deshi's frowned lightly at this before following Rosa and the moogle upstairs. Once in the room, it did not take long for them to spot the cause of the problem. As the moogle had said there was indeed a girl lying on the bed unconscious.
Rosa went over to the girl pulling a chair next to the bed as she began to run through the ritual of checking to make sure the girl was alive at least. The way the woman relaxed suggested the girl was indeed alive, but perhaps not completely okay. As she spoke of the girl being drugged and using her magic on her, Deshi drew nearer as he looked around the room and listened.
The girl was of the upper class and from the way her room was it would seem someone must've come through to get stuff off of her. Even though the thieves had tried to hide evidence of their passage, there were small out of place things that caught the man's eye. As he approached the bed and caught onto the sweet smelling scent coming off the girl, his mind began to put two and two together.
"Chloroform," he said quietly as he identified the scent. He had smelt it once a long time ago when an opponent had used it to get the upper hand on him. It was a scent he wasn't going to forget soon considering it had almost killed him back then. The fact that it was used on an innocent left a bad taste in his mouth, but he managed to keep his disgust hidden as his mind whirled.
Once the word was out of his mouth, the mercenary moved towards the wall and leaned against it as he looked at the girl and then up at Rosa and Zidane if he had come.
"I am wondering if she was a victim to the strange people from the theater. I spotted the old man and a few of the others from the theater in the crowd below. He left the building and seconds afterward this..." Deshi trailed off as he fell silent pondering the situation. Just what had he gotten into with this armor hunt? And what did that old man have to do with any of this?
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Post by Deleted on Jun 29, 2013 15:19:23 GMT -5
Jovial Prince of Thieves
Zidane laughed at their responses and seemed to smile, despite the worries in the back of his mind. He turned in surprise when little Moodon came tumbling downstairs. He was usually a pretty calm sort. Something must have really spooked him. The thief slipped his hands from his hips and rushed over along with Rosa. The panicked faerie seemed to mention someone in trouble. The good thing about Moogles was their helpful nature and naturally curious one. It was likely the patron was locked up in their room and the Moogle grew far too curious for his own good. Zidane followed behind Deshitana and Rosa. Things were becoming a bit more serious than he cared to handle. Rushing upstairs he worried that maybe she was seriously injured and they had just let the crooks get away! That was his biggest annoyance right now. Someone was running around their territory making it hard for others.
Arriving upstairs the thief was glad to see Rosa and Moodon on the matter. The young noblewoman did not seem dead. Zidane looked around the room. Hearing Rosa's words calmed his heart a great deal. Just drugged? Could it be Sleeping Weed? No, there was no sign of food or drink in her room. It was the safest way to administer the drug. Blue eyes caught sight of something. There was something sitting on this desk. Around the room everything was so near, but this nightstand was somewhat disheveled, as if it was bumped on the way out by the rushed crooks. He knew better. Sloppy job, that he was oft prone to. The young thief looked up at Deshitana as the words left his mouth. Chloroform? Zidane felt a bit of annoyance. That was a pretty rough method to use on a lady. Guys like that today really had no respect for lying low.
Zidane understood Deshi's worry. The young man crossed his arms over his chest before looking up at Deshi. His tail leaned over to his left side and hung a bit over the ground as it batted uneasily. "But can you really say that Deshi?" He wondered aloud. "You aren't from around here, so a lot of people can look strange." Zidane understood his worry, but jumping to conclusions was no good.
He looked around and motioned his hand. "Rosa, I'll go call a doctor, you stay with the girl okay?" He looked to Deshitana. "Come on Deshi, lend me a hand, this sort of thing needs a lady's touch anyway, that leaves us out right?" He grinned and waved his hand at Rosa. "We'll be right back!" He turned and ran out into the hall. His steps slowed as he made his way down the steps.
Moodon sat on the bed and looked to Rosa worriedly. "Will se be okay, kupo?" Maybe he regretted not noticing sooner? "Maybe he really should have joined her party, someone must have gotten rough with her. If I was there I coulda protected her, po..." Moodon had seen a bunch of fellows in her room earlier. Being such a fancy looking noble e of course figured it was a fancy tea party. He had seen them leave too!
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Zidane slowly made his way to the landing and walked toward the inn's door. He was quiet, thoughtful, but a smiling face hid away the belittling knowledge it was probably something he could have prevented if he was a bit more critical of other people. Zidane made his way outside and looked around. They probably were far gone. His arms crossed over his chest. He wanted Deshitana to come along because he had good senses on the matter, something Rosa currently lacked. The thief was unsure if it was do to her innocence or focused goal. He let his arm fall to his side and free hand rest on his hip.
"Listen Deshi... I know you're right. Those were probably some unsavory fellows if they unsettled you." So far he saw Deshi to be a pretty calm and observing sort. "Something was taken from her room. There were signs of it all over her nightstand." He threw his hands up into the air and and sighed as he sulked a bit.
The problem was figuring out who did it. The doctor had already been called by the Inn's owner. The robed ram rushed in and made his way upstairs to where Rosa and Moodon tended to the young noblewoman. By the information about her name was Isabella and she was from Alexandria. Zidane stared off toward the Air Cab station. They were likely way too gone to follow on foot. They needed an airship or a boat. The thief laughed and shrugged.
"No way Ima let a buncha thugs get away with treating a lady like that. I think I have an idea as to where they hang out though. You said Chloroform, right Deshi? That's medicine. The only place that really has access to it would be doctors. There's Alice who always has a bunch of medicinal stuff at hand off that way." He pointed down the way. "Than there's an old Doc off in Treno. I know them pretty well -- we might be able to find out whose who." But time could not be spared, could it?
It was clear Zidane had a plan wheeling around in his head. This was a bloody trail and now it was dragging its path into the cities. While the Ram doctor that went upstairs would be able to use some Smelling Salts to wake the lass, it would be only to tears. Isabella had quite a tale. Zidane knew she would likely be able to tell hem something but they had to act fast.
"Deshi, go talk to Alice okay? She won't be hard to find... she's a bit odd and hangs out by Dragoo's Armory, they have a joint operation since her shop met with an untimely sorta end. Ima go to Treno. You two meet me there okay? Rosa knows how to get the airship ticket. I'll be at the pub." Zidane ran off, waving his hands. "Counting on you guys!!" Without letting Deshitana stop him the thief headed off to the Air Cab station.
Something was bothering him and he did not speak aloud the truth in his heart. It was obvious. The smiling mask he wore often cracked between his staggered laughs. The Jovial thief would never reveal to his friends his worry. He did not want to let them down. Rosa needed his help and Deshi was finding unsettling folk in an unfamiliar place. No way he could ask him to talk to the Doc. He knew Alice would not sell something like that to shady folks, but Doc Tot was pretty gullible and kind-hearted. He would help others without much question so long as they seemed troubled.
Zidane made his way to the Dragon's Gate. The guards knew the boy so he was given permission to use it, favored by the Regent and his daughter. The thief headed down and made his way off. It was a perilous walk, but he made it out to the spot. It was than he reached into his satchel and searched around for a handful of Gysahl Greens. A loud, warbling chirp echoed across the open plains. Zidane was quick to apologize and mounted Choco. The bird recognized his friend's urgency and rushed toward their target location: a forest. The quick-footed bird kicked off the ground and rushed up the thick gnarl of trees. Spreading his golding wings the ratite was off the ground and the pair soon on their way to Treno.
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At Treno the troublesome group seems to have opened the lockbox. Inside was a map and a strangely shaped key.
"Ah, me boys, this is what we've been looking for. Now shall we be off to adventure and retrieving what is mine by proper right?" The old Burmecian grinned as he held up the rusted key, which looked to be a coiled dragon snake. His men cheered and they set off to prepare for their voyage. The old Burmecian looked to the map with a grin. "We'll be back together soon darling, nary you worry of a thing here."
He sat back and glanced to a sketch that hung off the wall of his shanty shack that floated on the dirty rivers of Treno. the picture was of a young, tailed human. Stabbed into the stained, yellow parchment was a dagger. He set down the map with his head held up. It showed a distinct area overseas. Exploration was only just beginning and many nobles had already made the case to travel to these distant places for treasure, but this girl was quite clever... Alexandrians were always a scrupulous sort that did well to hide their mistakes.
"Nary you worry boy, I'll git ye back soon enough. Was a dangerous thing to make enemies of me and a fool of my home." He chuckled darkly.
Thief. Light. Genome. WORDS: 1507 NOTES: It's not lying if you say nothing of it Made by Queen Kassy of Cheyenne; Edited by OuRex Draco
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Post by xiahtic on Aug 1, 2013 8:19:57 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. - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Rosa stood by the girl, the substance Deshitana spoke of not registering in her mind, only hearing about it as a substance used for the black mages' offensive potions back in Baron. She sat back on the stool, looking at the face of the sleeping girl, biting her lip in contemplation as she tried to think of who might have done this. Her mind quickly turned to the group of men that came blundering down the steps, knowing that they are somewhat behind this. With a determined face she looked at the men, wondering if they arrived at the same conclusion as her. The Queen was baffled by the chain of events, not knowing what to make out of everything that had happened. With a flurry of silk, Rosa stood to her feet, ambling towards the men, "I'm going out to find a nearby potions shop. The girl would need something to calm her down." She said, not waiting for any of their consent, shooting one, last furtive glance at the girl. The young woman looked back at her with trembling eyes and nodded softly, as if understanding Rosa's intent. The moogle beside her gave the Queen a soft smile, as if saying that he would protect the girl with all his heart as Rosa turned away, walking down the stairs in soft gait.
It was turning dusk when she went back to the inn, a bundle of groceries in her arms, noticing the place had a sort of quaint eerieness around it. With a start, she thumbed at the bow behind her back, balancing the medicine bag on her left hand and cautiously walking towards the innkeep. He smiled at her as she showed, melting Rosa's wariness by a degree and told her that one of her companions slipped out for a bit. With a frown, she thanked the innkeep and went up, only to find Zidane gone.
She took a short sweep of the room and smiled at Deshitana before sidling herself beside the bed, giving the girl her best, caring look and pulling out a bottle from her bag, pulling the stopper out and letting the girl drink the sweet, ambrosia-like liquid.
"What's your name, darling?" She asked, looking at Deshitana afterwards in a question as to where Zidane had gone. It was odd for her friend to leave without first saying where to, but it might have been urgent. And perhaps it was not her business to pry.
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Post by pete3 on Oct 14, 2013 15:17:26 GMT -5
((Look who was inviiiteeed!) "Well that's good to hear!" Spoke a slightly sarcastic voice from behind the good captain. "I would hate for you to have any more further distractions..." if the captain turned, they would surely spot the slim clown glaring at him from within the shadows. Said clown would step out to reveal himself further as he continued, "Y'know, when we made this little deal I assumed you would be above being hindered by a couple of annoying heroic teenagers of questionable genders. Was that too much to hope for or something?"
That's right, Kefka the lord of destruction is in cahoots with the good captain! They met a while back and after a long series of hilarious hijinks decided to team up for this grand armor undertaking. The deal Kefka mentioned was that the Captain was to find the cursed armor, Kefka was to "disenchant it" and be allowed to use it for an errand before returning the armor to the Captain. Seems all hankydory right? Well sure but Kefka doesn't have a lot of patience. He knew it would take a while, but with the Captain being bogged down by a couple of idiot kids the amount of time needed for this mission has doubled. Kefka was not happy about it.
He might be a bit more sympathetic if he were the one having to deal with those kiddies, but for now he was just a spectator. Emphasis on for now, you see Kefka assumed the Captain was just floundering and not trying his hardest against these hero types. Kefka had it in his head that he would have more of a chance, thus cue some fantastic jerkassery, "Look here cappy, your laziness when it comes to dealing with these kiddos is making me bawl. BAWL! If ya want I can, you know, keep these little punk bugs back while you scurry about. I mean, if you go the way you're going right now we'll never find the armor in time for my...errand. Speaking of timelessness, is that stuff ya got there what I think it is?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2013 1:52:24 GMT -5
Jovial Prince of Thieves
As the captain approached his ship: a familiar, baying cackle called to his attention. A wry smirk twisted the Burmecian's muzzle up and contorted the mix of short and long whiskers into a bristle. Though he much rather not deal with such an obvious rendition of the Devil's cohort, the rat had long since lost his sense of decency along with the use of his good leg. He wanted power so that he could return to his people, standing tall and carry the forth, from that dreaded path which the Dragoons had led them on. Both the Cleryians and Buermecians seemed to have forgotten why it was they had parted ways all those years ago. War and Philosophy could not stand together for they caused great weakness in one another. The old captain could not stand weakness, thus he could not stand himself, at least; he could not be proud of what he had become: lame.
The madman's offer had allowed the old captain a chance that only came once in a lifetime. His first opportunity was lost in the sea of mist. He did not mind much the clown's manner, outsiders could never be made to understand. When the white-faced parfait's attention came upon the gathered artifact: he would smile and open the lockbox.
Inside was a small, but grandiose treasure. "The key to paradise..." The Captain chuckled. "It will open the vault in her home in Treno. There you will find the first piece of you treasure mate. Soon as we figure the last bit a puzzle it'll be another step in."
He handed the man the lockbox.
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The young woman was finally able to rouse from her trauma and looked around. The doctor assured there was no visible damage, but a maiden's heart was weak and that Rosa should keep her eyes open. "M-my name is Mary. Have took it."
The young noble would sit up and try to slowly so the medicine offered to her. After shakily drinking down the odd tasting liquid, she sighed. "My lockbox! He took it! It had something important to me!" The poor woman was distraught. "My mother! She's in Treno on her own!"
These criminals were likely on their way there! The young thief was already on his way to Treno. There it would be easy to crawl your way into the underworld and find out information.
Thief. Light. Genome. WORDS: 398 NOTES: Things are beginning to escalate. Made by Queen Kassy of Cheyenne; Edited by OuRex Draco
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2014 0:14:08 GMT -5
After discovering the unconscious girl and talking a bit about what may have caused the girl to go into such state, Rosa promptly left to find some medicine for the girl before Deshi could even offer to escort her. While it was true the woman could probably hold her own out there, there was just something about Rosa that made Deshi wish to protect her from harm. He wasn't sure if it was what folk called a woman's charm working on him or if it was simply because she was his friend that this happened. Whatever the case was, Deshi didn't like the idea of the woman going on her own. Perhaps he would've followed her if Zidane hadn't begun speaking to him and asking him to go see some lady named Alice to gather more information. After getting some direction as to where this woman might be from the young man, Deshi had reluctantly agreed to let Rosa go on her own before going to attend this new business. Leaving the inn, he headed down the street towards the shop Zidane had directed him towards. Upon entering the shop, he was greeted by a young lady that was the shop assistant. After speaking to her for a few moments, he was finally led to a back room where another lady worked. After he was introduced to her, he was left with the woman called Alice. There was an awkward moment of silence and then deciding to simply ask what it was he wanted to know, Deshi did what he could to get the information he sought from the woman. At first the woman was reluctant to give up the information to a stranger, but then after hearing what happened, the woman did admit a strange animal like fellow and some thugs had come into her shop searching for an odd assortment of medicines that she told them she did not have. Outside of that, she wasn't sure what had happened to the group. Thanking the woman for her time and the information, Deshi left the shop and headed back to the inn to wait for Rosa and Zidane to come back. As he waited, he went to check up on the unconscious girl and stayed with her until Rosa arrived with medicine. When the girl woke up, Rosa gave the girl the medicine which she took well enough as Rosa asked for her name. After drinking the medicine, the girl said that her name was Mary and that some form of lockbox was taken from her. Following this, she mentioned something about her mother being alone in Treno with a worried expression upon her face. While Deshi was unsure how to comfort the girl, Rosa was there and was able to calm the young lady down again. When Mary had dozed back off, Deshi explained to Rosa where Zidane had gone. After the explanation, Rosa calmed down a bit and was able to relax. The pair stayed with the girl for a while longer before Rosa decided to go outside for some air. Deshi let her go thinking the woman would return shortly; however, when shortly began to stretch on too long, the young man decided to go look for her; however for whatever he could not find her. Concerned, he began to search the city a bit more hoping that he would be able to find the woman before Zidane came back. It would be very hard to explain how he had lost the woman and to be honest the man didn't exactly want to cause his monkey tailed friend anymore grief than he seemed to already bear. So doing what he could, he continued his search for a while longer; however, no matter where he looked the woman was no where to be found. It was like she had disappeared into thin air. Confused about this, Deshi began walking down the back alleys that he had learned went back to the inn. As he walked, he felt a tug within him as if something was trying to pull him down and destroy him. Believing it was the beast within, he tried to fight the sensation off, but the more he walked, the more the pull became stronger causing the mercenary to slow down and eventually stop in his tracks completely. Using the wall of the alley as support, Deshi lifted a shaky hand to his chest. What was this pull he was feeling? As soon as the thought this, he felt energy seeping out of him and along with that energy a blackness began to surround him as he heard the beast within him laughing as it got closer and closer to him. Sliding down, the wall and into sitting position, Deshi shook his head as he tried to fight the coming darkness. He couldn't lose himself...not here... As he was sitting there trying to regain himself, he heard the sounds of running footsteps coming towards him, but at that point he had no energy to turn and see who it was that approached. ** Noctis had been snatched up by one of those swirls again and was taken from the calm plains of the lush and wild world and thrown into a city he did not know at all. A bit lost, the young prince stumbled through the small alley he had been dropped in and made his way out into the main street where he found the sudden bustling of life and crowds bit shocking in comparison to the quiet places he had been in. As he took in the place and began to slightly relax, he began making his way through the crowded streets doing his best to try to understand the place he was in. Happy that this place at least appeared to be more normal than the last few. The young prince was in the middle of his exploration when he noticed an out of place looking fellow disappearing into an alley. Curious and bit concerned that this out of place person might be trouble, Noctis headed towards the alley the man disappeared into. Hesitating outside of the place, Noctis took in the dank and smelly area as he searched for the direction the man might've gone. Seeing a flash of silver go around the corner, he stepped into the alley to follow it. Stepping carefully over trash and scurrying rats, Noctis followed the flash of silver through the complicated maze of alleys until he finally caught up with the owner who wore the silver. It was a armored warrior of some sort that looked like he was in a bit of trouble. From the way the guy was leaning against the wall, the young prince thought for sure that the man might be injured, so when he saw the guy beginning to slide to the ground a few seconds later, Noctis could not help, but react. Hurrying over to the down man, Noctis hesitated a few steps before him as he took note that black tentacles were beginning to surround the man. Cautiously, Noctis got closer to the guy and kneeled down. "Hey. Are you okay?" he asked the silver head man as he continued to watch him with concern. His voice caused the man to turn to him and lock a serious brown eye on him. The guy was fighting against something... trying to hold on for some unknown reason. As he saw Noctis the man narrowed his eye at the young prince as if he was trying to focus and decide something. After a tense moment, the man finally spoke. "...A favor..." he said in a strained voice. Noctis frowned. "Favor?" he asked confused. The man nodded weakly. "Deliver...a message to someone for me...""A message? But I don't --" Noctis began to object, but the man shook his head to silence him. "...You will be fine...Trust me...Just...listen..."Noctis's frown deepened as he thought this over and then taking pity on the guy, he nodded and began to listen to what the man had to say. After a few minutes, the man finished his message and after asking if he understood what need to be done, Noctis nodded to him and gave the guy his word that he would get the message to this Zidane guy he had described. Content with the answer, the man closed his eyes with a light smile on his face and then he disappeared in a strange cloud of darkness. As the cloud drifted away Noctis couldn't help, but feel a little sad at what he had seen. While he wasn't sure what had just happened to the man, it almost felt as if he had just watched someone die...this time without knowing that it was going to happen. It was a strange sensation that the prince did not yet know how to contend with. So he lingered in the alley for a while longer to collect himself and pray. Noctis prayed that the guy was not truly gone, but simply taken elsewhere and that maybe one day he would come back and be reunited with those he cared about. With the simple prayer completed, Noctis got to his feet and left the ally heading towards the inn the man had described. Once inside, he looked around the place for this guy named Zidane...
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2014 5:15:21 GMT -5
Jovial Prince of Thieves
Darkness stirred in the lands. Something roused that seemed to be ever consuming the land. With Mist gone people ha fallen into a placid way of thinking. Many felt the construction of weapons was no longer needed so there were many that protested the Regent of Lindblum's construction of stronger warships that could both ride the air and sea without trouble. Though such innovations were still in the throes of testing, there were still uneasy feelings toward war. The feelings left behind by the troubles that strained the already unsteady relationships between the great nations were burdened with distrust. Though the leaders of the country struggled to protect one another, many educated individuals aware of the tribulations of a third party stirring war between the nations, there were still many prejudices remaining. Racial tensions were at an all time high.
Burmecians that had settled in Lindblum while Burmecia was being reconstructed were often victims of assault and outright bullying from those that felt threatened by the sudden increase in foreigners. Lindblum was a country of change and growth. It was a country never without foreigners as many often traveled from Alexandria or other cities to come and work and live in the Industrial Capital. No one could make sense of the attacks so many guards would be forced to take special care of troubled Burmecians, only for citizens to accuse them of favoring the outsiders. Tensions only continued to twist Gaia into Darkness.
Workers that traveled from Alexandria to help with the reconstruction of Burmecia were boycotted. The Oracle Kildea had learned much in her time studying at Daguerreo to assist in the rebuilding, but the Soldiers who still carried the wounds of war in their hearts refused the help from the very people that they felt had caused this. The Cleryan Clerics tried to mediate the situation, but it only furthered tension between the overly forgiving and pacifist ways of the Cleyrans and the war-hardened Burmecian Knights. This fueled sabotage that seemed to halt the reconstruction rather than help it. The King of Burmecia, of course, sought to resolve the situation, but his people accused him of siding with the Alexandrians, of whom only sought to resolve their differences, but fear was still fresh in the minds of many and those that would speak up would paint a clear picture of that fear in a show of hatred and bigotry.
It was as if another force was orchestrating the swirling of the Darkness in these uneasy hearts. It was a fine symphony that played a ballad over the gentle murmurs of the chorus. The conductor was none other than the underhanded activities of Criminals and corrupted Nobles that sought to stay in power. Many nobles were being accused of ignoring those in need and continued to feed their pleasures. Many escaped to Treno during the conflicts. The City of Eternal Night seemed immune to the foul deliverance met by the great Nations, but little had Treno known: they were the perpetrators. By hiding their activities and coveting their coin, they had allowed these transactions to take place under the safe blanket of legal business.
Mary was tended to and it seemed she would make a full recovery after a night's rest. The folk at the inn were not sure what happened to the ones that had come to her immediate rescue, but rumors of their heroics spread quickly. Descriptions of a foreign Knight in shining armor and a woman in a cape that had the air of a Queen. The last seemed to be a Prince with a tail spun of gold, that sought to find justice for the troubled lass. These rumors would flutter into the darkness of the night. As the group seemed to split, the sun had began to set. It was a game of cat and mouse and the mouse seems to have found his way out of the Maze and into the house.
Lindblum was the Thief's home, so any that were given even the simplest description could point Zidane out in a heartbeat, and none other than Tantalus themselves who currently inhabited the streets in scattered group, looking to help out with the reconstruction of their home where they could. The gang knew Zidane was in town, after all they had a major play that week so it was no surprise that many saw the young man active in the streets. It was not uncommon that, after a play, the boy would take his earned coin from what he could collect from patrons tossing the gil on stage and burning it on booze. None of the bars would have seen their usually jovial drinker, but there was word of the thief being seen heading to the castle...
Those in the castle would certainly know he took the Dragon's Gate and, on Chocobo back, seen going toward Treno. Treno could be easily reached by airship, but the first Airship out to Treno would not arrive until six in the morning when the business day begins.
Treno, the City of Eternal Night...
Zidane had called Choco with urgency. He did not want to leave Rosa and Deshi to their own devices, but they were safer in Lindblum. This smelled rotten and he trusted Deshi would watch out for Rosa. Rosa did not know the country good and travel was limited during the night in cities. With the Mist gone there were still many monsters roaming the land, adapting, sometimes violently, to the Mistless lands. He held out the gysahl greens easily called the semi-wild bird to his side. The loud, thundering footsteps that paraded down the plains clearly indicated his friend's arrival.
The golden bird parted its heavy beak and let out a greeting warble. Zidane allowed his partner to gobble up its treat as gloved hands came up to pet the sides of its feathery head. The young man would laugh weakly as Choco pushed his larger head against the thief to nuzzle him, taking care not to bash him with that adventure worthy beak! The golden ratite could sense it though. Something was bothering Zidane. A soft, worried warble escaped the bird's beak. Zidane frowned and looked up to the bird. He felt responsible. She could be in danger and it was because of his greed and wandering eyes. Sometimes he could not help the nature that was nurtured in him by Baku. For them, stealing treasure was something that drove side by side of their need to survive. It was ingrained in his spirit.
"Sorry boy, you think I can ask for a ride?" Zidane was not really sure the simple animal would understand his complicated, human problems.
Though, that thought in and of itself somewhat soothed him. These were normal things. These were things human experienced in their lifetime. But he really could not stand worrying about complicated things. He knew that something fishy was going on right in his neighborhood, right under Tantalus' nose, and it rightly pissed him off. The mighty mount seemed to agree with Zidane's urgency and let out a frantic wark before turning to present his back to Zidane, wings lowering to allow the boy to climb on. The bird was a trusted friend so he was not weighed down by a saddle or reins like tamed Chocobos. The smooth, golden feathers showed the happiness of the adventuring bird.
Zidane reached his gloved hand into one of the side pouches of his pants. After a moment he would fish out a strange looking whistle. It looked to be carved out of a bone or shell that gave it a round shape that was carved with holes. From it hung a red string meant for keeping around the neck. Pulling the white object to his lips Zidane would release a strong wind into the tool. A sharp, odd sounding tune came from the whistle, one that could not be naturally produced by a single blow, but whatever it was that caused the whistle to ring so called the most peculiar of creatures from the sky.
A pink, ball of fluff soon came crashing down from the sky, drawing closer and closer to the thief until a clear whining was heard. kupo,kupo! Moving his head to the side Zidane would slowly turn as the flying, easily identifiable object, shot passed his head and toward the ground. He rolled his eyes and smirked as the tiny ball of fluff stood to their tiny paws with a large, red book in hand. The moogle took great effort to push up his oddly orange pom pom before he huddled his stout body toward the thief. Looking up to Zidane with pinched eyes and a panting breathe, Moguo would give a little salute, that tiny arm ruffling his neck fluff, very proud of his speedy arrival.
"Hey Moguo, can you send a letter through Mognet for me for?" The thief had taken a moment to crouch down as Moguo waddled closer.
The moogle flopped on the ground and settled his book into his lap, opening it wide. A quill pen lay inside the book, marking off a page. He seemed quite excited, tiny wings flapping about as he wriggled into a settled position. "Sure, kupo!" He chirped.
After dictating the letter to Moguo the moogle would flutter up off his feet as he took a big inhale to help him take off, as moogles needed a good lungful of air to take off properly. They were strange, Zidane felt, but helpful none-the-less. Moguo seemed to be hesitating leaving, having folded the letter into his book, securing it. He looked to Zidane with wary concern. Zidane sighed and looked to the World Moogle.
"What Moguo?" He really hated how the moogle stared at him.
Moguo shook his head, but twisted his tiny browline in concern. "This is unlike you kupo. It's rare you call me. Are you in trouble again, kupo?" Moguo was not often the most patient moogle, but...
"You are nosy, you know that Moguo?" Zidane affirmed only to earn a cocky grin from the only moogle that could scare the ever loving crap out of him. He would never know where a tiny mog like that would keep a knife....
"Of course, kupo. I learned from the best. I'll make sure Mogki gets the letter and give it to your friends. Kupo." A the moogle fluttered off he warned Zidane to be careful, something icky was in the air.
With the understatement of the year award going to Moguo, Zidane would reach out to grab Choco's side. With a strong pull he would hoist himself onto the bird and ride off toward Treno. Moonte the Moogle of Dragon's Gate and the guards looked to be a bit nosy as well with Zidane's situation. Was he off to go see his secret woman? All they could see was the thief, ironically, stealing away into the night, and making his way toward Treno.
That morning the skies were once again filled with the activity of Airships and the open travel between Treno, Alexandria and Lindblum. Zidane had checked into the inn when he arrived and collapsed exhausted in one of the bunks. That night he had a dream. A dream where he met Rosa. As the dream went on he soon found himself flush at the end of a nightmare. A massive shadow had swallowed his newly met friend Deshi, and Rosa. The boy would wake in a cold sweat and find himself half hanging off his bunk, trying to drive the worry from his mind and heart. Maybe this was a premonition of things to come, or a worry he left behind when he left them in Lindblum? Either way the complicated thoughts were returning and he would rouse in an attempt to fight them. The thief lazily carried himself toward the washroom.
Thief. Light. Genome. WORDS: 1994 NOTES: Maybe we can find out the truth hiding in the Auction House? Made by Queen Kassy of Cheyenne; Edited by OuRex Draco
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Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2014 10:38:42 GMT -5
Finding this guy named Zidane was harder than Noctis could've imagined. While he asked around the inn, the care taker said that he had seen his target earlier that day, but ever since him and his companions left the inn, the owner had not seen them anymore. Sighing inwardly, Noctis had given the owner a smile and thanked her for the information before turning his back on the woman and thinking. This was....very confusing. On one hand, he had bigger fish to fry like finding out information about this place, finding allies, finding if those black masses called Heartless and those even stranger beings called Unversed were here, and of course learning to master the swirls that carried him from one strange land to the next. Vanitas had told him to go Hollow Bastion and at that time he had hoped Vanitas would get him there, but instead the swirls decided his fate by throwing him into a different world that was so different, yet similar to his home. It had cut off his access to Vanitas, but at least that world had been calm and safe, but he was not sure if he could say the same for this world. Regardless of how pressing those matters were, the only one that Noctis could actually accomplish was gathering information about this place. He was highly doubtful that he would be able to gain much in regards to the strange events that had happened beforehand, but at least with some information, the young prince would have an idea of what sort of world he was dealing with and maybe just maybe find someone to call friend in this mess. It was certainly worth a shot. In any case, he knew his time was limited here anyway. It was no telling when that swirl would rip him from here too and even though he did not ask for it, it would appear he had a mission to do before he could settle with anything else. Even though it was true he could abandon the mission entirely, there was just something within that told Noctis that he could not do so. That he must keep his promise and find Zidane for the white haired man who had disappeared. He wasn't sure if it was pity, duty, or something deeper that drove the man to do what he did, but he simply knew he had to do it....even though he had no clue within this world where he could find Zidane. Hmmm...guess I'll have to take the streets then, the prince thought as he stepped back outside and looked around the crowded place. There had to be someone who knew where this guy -- "Excuse me, kupo," a small voice called to him bringing the prince from his deep thoughts and back to the present. Blinking, Noctis found himself face-to-face with a hovering ball of fluff. As he looked at the strange fluff ball with its bright orange pom-pom, it took the prince a moment to realize he was staring at what the books back home called a moogle. He had never encountered a live one in his world and quite frankly he had begun to think they were made up, but standing before this one proved that assumption wrong. Despite this and how shocking it was to find the little creature of legend actually was real, Noctis quickly knocked the shock off as he addressed the small flying creature who was watching him with an even gaze. "Yes?" he responded calmly. "You are one of Zidane's friends, aren't you?" the moogle asked as it watched him with its strange eyes. Noctis hesitated for a moment as his mind whirl for an answer. A second later, the prince found himself doing something he did not expect even of himself. Folding his arms lightly across his chest and shifting his weight to his back leg, Noctis gave off the air of someone who was quite comfortable within their surroundings as he tilted his head at the small creature and gave it light smirk. "What gave me away?" he asked in calm playful tones that relaxed the slightly tensed moogle as it smiled back at him. "Let's just say, I have a nose for these things," the moogle chuckled as it patted its nose with one fury finger. Noctis simply snorted lightly at this and then watched as the moogle shifted the book it carried in its arms and opened it up. From the many pages, the small creature pulled out a envelope from the book and held it out towards Noctis. "A letter for you then," the moogle said keeping that smile upon its face. Casually, Noctis took the letter with a light nod of thanks before looking down at the envelope and the names written there. Deshitana...Rosa...Hmm...he wondered if the first was the name of the man he had met in the alley. It was hard to say due to the odd spelling of the name. Shrugging inwardly, he looked up to where the moogle was, expecting for it to ask for a fee, but to his surprise the creature had disappeared. Scanning the streets for a second, the young man looked back at the letter feeling a bit guilty about lying, but seriously what was he going to do? He needed information as to the where this guy had gone and something told him this letter was the key to his problem...even if he had not gained it in an honest fashion. Moving to a spot away from traffic, Noctis casually leaned against the wall of the inn and opened the letter. After unfolding the paper, blue eyes began to read what was there. The letter was a brief one from Zidane apologizing for leaving both Deshitana and Rosa in the city before explaining that he was going to another city called Treno. The letter said they were to meet him there when they could...and that was pretty much it. Folding the letter and placing it in his pocket, Noctis went back into the inn and after a little searching was pointed to the room where Rosa was said to be; however, upon entering the room, he only found an unconscious woman being tended to by a moogle that he assumed worked at the inn. When he questioned the moogle about the girl and Rosa, the moogle hesitated to answer, but then saying that he was a friend of Zidane who had arrived late to the party, the moogle relaxed and easily told him what he wanted to know. So....Zidane, Rosa, and Deshitana had all left to discover the truth about the attack on the unconscious girl named Mary; however, when Deshitana left and did not return, a strange black mist had swallowed the woman named Rosa up leaving the moogle to wonder if the same had happened to Deshi. The moogle was quite concerned about the pair, but after Noctis assured the moogle that he would get to the bottom of the disappearances and find Zidane, the moogle smiled happily and easily pointed him in the direction he needed to go to get to the place known as Treno. Thanking the moogle for all its help, Noctis took one last look at the girl still sleeping before heading back downstairs and out of the inn with his mind whirling. So, it would seem that whatever the darkness was that took him from world to world, it also did the same to others meaning that more than likely Zidane and his friends would've been his best bet to get out of here and back home; however, two of the three were gone leaving Zidane as his best bet to get the information he sought. He was sure there would be some price to this information, but if it was truly good information, then the prince was willing to pay the price for the knowledge needed to save his home land from the darkness. Alright then. Let's go find Zidane for now and worry about the other stuff later.[/i] Nodding inwardly at the thought, Noctis made his way down the streets towards the place where the moogle said he would be able to find some form of transport to get to Treno. ** Some rough and long hours later, Noctis arrived within the city of Treno with the cloak of night covering land. Exhausted from all the haggling he had to contend with just trying to get to the place, Noctis found the nearest inn and after paying the fee, he had gotten a room. After at least managing to clean a bit of the grim of life and battles off of him, the prince had collapsed in the bed not caring if it was not the luxurious ones from home he was used to. He was dead tired and had no trouble falling asleep. The prince slept soundly through the night and woke up the next day a bit disoriented at first, but after slowly retracing his steps in his mind, the prince found his order and balance once more. Rolling out of bed and stretching, Noctis headed to the washroom to begin getting ready for the day. Once he was done, he collected what little items he did have and after making sure each was stored safely in the various pockets on within his clothing, he headed out of the room and entered the hall. ((The secret rests at the Acution House, huh? Let's meet and head there then!))
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Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2014 23:45:56 GMT -5
Jovial Prince of Thieves
Zidane's bare feet shuffled along the hard, wood floor of the inn. It was a mediocre place, at best, that tried to push itself off as a waterfront property. The old building should really be condemned by now with the old rafter, twisted with mold and being eaten away by the degenerating water damage. Constant creaking and shifting made one feel as if they were sound asleep on the surface of the sea. Perhaps it was why many roused with an unsettling queasiness in their stomachs. The stone that was used to replace the missing chunks of land, that have since fallen into the rivers, were slowly being eaten away themselves, putting the small, shack inn closer to the water. The owner would move, if he could, but the property further in the city were expensive.
The negatives aside, the many visitors to Treno were glad to have the inn for however long they could. Those that frequented the shabby water-bound shack, those like Tantalus, were always welcome and free to treat the place like their home. The washing room was where Zidane currently stood hold up, brushing his teeth and lazily swaying the comb he had curled in his tail. He felt exhausted, but that was no reason not to start the day. He had things to do before the Auction House opened up, in particular, securing himself a few potions. After washing his face and scrubbing the stink out of his head in the sink, the male would shake off the excess liquid and make his way back to his room to gear up. He tied back his hair and made sure to put his pouch back in to place. His boots were next to go on, the snugly fit gear still loose enough if he ever needed to hide a key or gem down in the ankle. His gloves were pulled in tight and the armored portion was lined up to sit over the top of his hand. His necktie was did up and his holster in place, perfectly twisted around his waist among the multitude of belts.
He stood tall before he looked out toward the window. The thief could hear the shores lightly lapping against the walls of the streets. It brought back memories when he had first met Rosa. It was why he had reservations. He only sent the letter out of courtesy, but if he knew anything, the Moogle's mailing system was never reliable. Those fluffy faeries were never the most driven as their attention spans were easily shifted. Crystal eyes caught the reflective lights that carried from the Card Stadium. It would not be long until the annual card tournament started. How long has it been since he has made an appearance there? Time often crawled so slowly that a day was but an eternity passed. Maybe he was getting old? The though made him rub at his head slyly.
It was not long until the Thief was on his way out. He gave a wave to the inn owner. The man told Zidane to let Baku know he said hi! "Sure, I'll tell the old man, but I'll be back later. Ima hit the North District!" The owner warned Zidane not to gamble all his gil away at the houses. Making no such promises the rogue was out the door.
He made his way to Lord Knight's house. The front of the house was a shop and open arena for visitors. The man loved to collect strange and exotic animals that were occasionally put on display and left for people to challenge. The thief waved at Mogrich, who seemed far too busy playing with his canine friend. The thief rolled his eyes and entered the house. The heavy doors were not easy to get open but did so with an obnoxious bellow. The old woman behind the caged counter, to protect her from the beasts were they to escape, looked up when the thief entered. He threw up his hand, only to be given a questionable glance. A the boy made his way across the cage he looked down. Well that was a new beast.
"Whoa, what the hell is that?" He called out as his hands came to pound on the counter as he leaned against it.
The woman stared at the boy and motioned her head down. "That is the Lord's new pet, a Torama from the Forgotten Continent."
It worried Zidane these sorts were getting further and further out of their comfort zone. It put the Black Mages and Genomes at risk. After a bit of rousing conversation on Lord Knights perverse hunting habits, the thief would buy up a few items from the woman. He half considered fighting the beast to pass the time, but he felt kinda sorry for it. A weird feeling to have after taking on the others without remorse. Maybe he had a different view on the different lifeforms on Gaia after his arduous journey across its soils and seas? A lot of thoughts like that really made him give pause now a days, but it was just something new he learned. It was not a burden of information, but a bit more understanding in this vast world, and just one more thing to boast about.
He made his way toward Lord King's House, the Auction House but a front for the most laundered treasures in Gaia. If there was a rare item, he was sure Lord King's Auction House got hold of it. It was hard to tell if the guy liked gil or goods more with the way both passed hands so easily. Perhaps it was the allure for power? He stood outside the auction house, hands in his pocket and eyes looking over the delicate crystal waters that swam with a mixture of stars and the lost hopes of the impoverished. The moment of silence led the boy to once again think on the situation.
If Lord King really had the Gold Armor originally, was it possible he knew that they a piece of it? More specifically Zidane. He had found it a long time ago, and never thought twice about it. A find, golden helm amidst the dirtiest of treasure. He did not think it was real gold, at first. Gold made terrible armor after all, but it seemed it was a mixture of gold and other semi precious metals making it hard enough for combat. But who would make armor entirely out of gold? What use was it if it was, supposedly cursed? He wanted to have an audience with Lord King himself. It was the only way he was getting an answer. After his last adventure with Rosa he had gotten further into Lord King's manor than he had ever before. This time he hoped he could climb all the way to the top and smack that jerk into reality.
His friends were being risked for his obsessive habits, but more prudently so, the thief wanted to know if it was dangerous. He no longer had the armor, after all times dictate the armor go to the one who needed it most. It left a friend in danger. Maybe he could use this to hover it over Lord King's head. That man was more obsessive about completing collections as he was for selling them completed! The Auction House finally was det to open. Nobles and a lucky few that won gil gambling gathered together to enter the building. He only needed one chance to slip in unnoticed....
Thief. Light. Genome. WORDS: 1260 NOTES: I'll try not to spend gil this time, man the auctioneer sure is loud. Made by Queen Kassy of Cheyenne; Edited by OuRex Draco
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Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2014 23:17:37 GMT -5
Noctis entered the hall of the old inn and began to head down it back towards the lobby of the building, his eyes and ears remaining alert for any signs of the man he searched for. As the young prince walked and looked around the inn, he was surprised he had slept so well in the place that looked like it could fall down at any time....and yet he had.
Smiling slightly inwardly as he continued on through the inn that barely held itself up, he imagined briefly how upset his father would've been had he around to see this day. Noctis, Prince of Lucis, staying an inn such as this? The very thought would've been enough to give the old man cause to complain; however, Noctis wouldn't be hearing that lecture any time soon.
Ever since their enemies had invaded the city, his father had gone missing leaving the young prince to take up where he had left off. The transition was hard, but Noctis's friends had helped him through it all.
The light happiness from earlier faded as he thought back to his home feeling as his mind settled on his friends. He could feel the pull of home sickness and worry sink into him. All he could do was pray that everyone would hold onto he got back. He was sure Prompto and the others could and would care for the people, but even so he still hated leaving his people fight the battles alone.
More reason to figure things out quicker then,[/i] he thought to himself. Right.
Shaking himself mentally, the young prince made his way back to the lobby of the inn focused once more on his mission at hand. Pausing at the front desk, he talked with the inn keeper and asked him about the man called Zidane. When the man started to laugh, Noctis had given him a questioning look as he let the man continue to laugh at whatever it was that amused him so much.
After the man had stopped his laughing and calmed down enough to talk, Noctis was informed that the guy he was looking for had just took off for the North District and was probably already spending all his gil away in the various gambling spots and other places that could be found in the area. It would appear he had missed him the guy by at least 10 minutes. Lovely. Not much a fan of hunting, but still determined to complete his mission, Noctis asked the man where the North District was. Chuckling lightly as he muttered something about young kids and their eagerness to spend gil, the man eventually gave him the directions he needed. Thanking, the man for his help, Noctis left the inn and headed out into the streets.
As soon as he was out in the open he noticed the difference in the air around him. The scent of the waters that surrounded the inn filled the air and the people of this area were even more lively than the ones of the last city, leaving the streets just as congested as they had been when the young prince first arrived in the place; however, unlike before he was now awake and able to take in the various grand structures of the place that the inn did not seem to fit in at all. All around were luxurious buildings designed for people of high class and while Noctis was not dressed for the part, he certainly felt comfortable amongst the finely dressed people around him as he walked through the streets curious yet confident.
Despite difference in clothing, the people around him either ignored him or stopped to chat with him, testing the waters before finding him charming enough to walk along with for a while or chat with some more. Through the high class of this place, he learned tidbits about the place and learned about the Card House and more as he walked on. When he was left alone to wander about the place as he moved steadily towards his destination, he took note that among the finely dress there were also some people that were on the other end of the spectrum. Dressed in rags or other forms of poorly kept clothing, the poor class of the city watched from the alleys or other hiding places as the nobles passed by in the streets. There were even a few that looked like they might be thieves, their shifty eyes ever watching for fat purses on the rich that passed by.
Keeping his guard up against the potential threats, Noctis continued on his path. On and on, he went until he finally hit the expansive North District full of a different sort of life than the ones that rested on the streets he had just come through. Moving through rowdy crowds and nobles, he tried to find his odd target amongst the crowds, but found nothing that match the description he had been given.
A bit discouraged by this, Noctis took a back street to avoid all the crowds. As he walked in the semi-silence, he pondered the situation. He was running out of time. This he was sure of. That swirl could appear any moment and he would be damned if he had failed to complete the mission he was on before then. He simply could not leave without doing this one thing. If he failed to deliver the message of the white haired man who had put so much trust in him…he could never forgive himself.
So pulling himself out of his slight despair and frustration about not finding what he wanted, he straightened out his shoulders as he stood proud once more and quicken his pace a bit as he restarted his search with rekindled gusto. He came off the back roads and found himself, slowing down as he came to the backside of what he thought was a large building; however, as the man made his way to the front side of the place, he discovered that it wasn’t a building at all, but instead a large estate!
A bit shocked, the young prince came to a stop before the large place taking note about how it was locked up pretty tightly, letting the prince know that whoever owned this place was did not want the public entering his/her domain so easily and who could blame the owner for this? The place looked like it could hold fortunes in there...
…Not that fortunes matter much to the prince. He wasn’t looking to steal anything, but he had to admit the place was impressive and tempting to explore, so when he came to the front side, he found himself becoming more intrigued by the place as he blue eyes took in the beauty of the large structure on detail at a time. His observation continued until his eyes difted to someone off to the side observing the place. Slowing his pace to slow walk, Noctis halted as he took in the odd figure.
Blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail held by a ribbon. More or less nice clothing and....
A tail?
Noctis thoughts stopped at the sight of the monkey tail that swayed lightly from the guy's back side as the owner of the tail continued to observe the place. Yes...it was definitely a tail and now that he actually thought about...didn't the white haired man say the one called Zidane had a tail?
Noctis folded his arms as he cupped his chin in his hands and narrowed his eyes really studying the shorter male.
...He seems to fit the description, Noctis thought and then shrugging inwardly, he let his hands drop to his sides as he began walking towards the guy. There was only one way to find out if this man was who he was looking for. He'd simply have to ask.
Noctis continued to walk until he finally came to a rest a respectful distance to the man's left. Staying quiet for a while, Noctis built up his inner courage before opening his mouth.
"Are you, Zidane?"
His words were confident and calm, even if inwardly he was a tightly wound person. While he could fake being cool very well, he was anything, but that and starting conversation with others was always a bit of strain on the man. Still even so, he appeared to be cool and confident on the outside.
Noctis would give the man a few seconds to answer as he listened to the lively chat of people all around and then his attention would be drawn from the man to the sudden increase in the crowds as the front doors to the large estate were unlocked and swung wide for the public to enter.
What is going on here?[/i] Noctis wondered as he watched the people flow towards the building. There was no denying that he was tempted to follow the crowds inside to see what event was taking place at the moment the mission he had overrode the curiosity and kept him only watching the crowds as he kept an ear open for the blonde with the tail.
((Note: Heh. Collect and sale, huh? What a strange way to stay wealthy.))
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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2014 4:59:33 GMT -5
Jovial Prince of Thieves
Zidane had been working a plan out in his head, but he found himself going in circles with what he wanted to do and what limited his options. The last time he rushed into Lord King's house with a half baked plan, he endangered not only himself, but Rosa. The traps that littered the household were obscure and hard to spot. One would not really believe the man had a living Griffon in his vault! Guards scarcely walked the grounds, which spoke of Lord King's confidence in and of itself. The guards were well trained, often mercenaries. Lord King's personal dogs. Though the thief fancied himself a master of escape, some of Lord King's vices were downright monstrous. Now that the elder White Mage was not at his side he could act freely, or foolishly as many would proclaim. It was a good thing Deshitana was kept occupied as well. Without worrying that Rosa or Deshi would be in danger he could perhaps risk going farther. It was why he had abandoned them to the streets of Lindblum. Lindblum was his territory after all and there they would be safe just knowing his name.
Had mage known, with Rosa's kind nature, he was sure she would rush along side to help him, no matter of his protests. Even Deshitana seemed wholly ready to cross blades with enemies that were not his own. He really had a hard time telling his friends no when it came to wanting to help him out. It felt hypocritical of him. Like a Boss saying: do as I say and not as I do. He had to be selfish this time because something did not sit right with him. Lord King was a sadistic bastard when it came to his treasure, he would not simply sell something without putting on display first. That was the whole goal of the Auction House it seemed. The, supposedly, cursed armor was stolen. Zidane found such a case highly implausible.
It was too perfect. Not only the job these blokes managed, but the facade the estate carried. On the outside the Estate was pristine. The white washed marble was scrubbed down everyday by, Zidane could only guess, local workers who earned next to nothing for their efforts. The Griffin statue that decorated the mantle was a sign of courage for the family's emblem. Zidane knew firsthand the Griffin to be a violent predator. Many thought Lord Knight to be a violent sort as he watched visitors challenge his monsters in glee, but he only fancied cage matches. After all what did that say of the ones who choose to enter the cage and do battle? It was easier to know a man that was honest with who they were, never changing in private nor in the public eye.
But Lord King was a dishonest sort. You could always trust the dishonest to lie. It did not not help Zidane has never seen Lord King face to face. For all he knew he was the fat ass in the front row, buying his own goods, challenging outsiders to his games! Lord King seemed crazy enough! What added to the equation were these punks pushing in on the Boss's turf. Among the criminal underworld Tantalus was well known in Lindblum as the main hands in the territory. They were not ruthless thugs that kidnapped helpless maidens or bullied kids, but neither were they pushovers. Boss made sure they were trained hard. When you lived a life without privilege you grew a second skin that could withstand the harsh realities this world often granted. These crooks bullied a girl under his nose! That offense would not go unpunished, but if they were working with or for Lord King it would be a bit harder to smoke them out their nest. Lord King had money, this much Zidane knew, and when money was involved, people typically fought harder.
His thoughts were cut short by the sound of his name. For a moment his tail stilled. Though he did not show any signs of being startled. He could not go ahead and blurt out his thoughts too loudly as that would plant suspicion on himself before he could enter the building. He was tense, this much was obvious. He had to make sure the Auction House was pretty full up if he wanted the camouflage. Only so many eyes could watch so many bodies. The only way into the mansion was pretty guarded and the traps brought back pretty unsettling memories. He had almost been caught by the hairs of his tail, but there was one other way that no one ever took.
A smirk drew itself over his lips as he crossed his arms over his chest to cup his bare arms with his gloved hands. He brushed away the chill of the air before settling his arms onto his hips in a proud and extravagant twirl. The sandy blonde male pulled his smirk wider and held his head proudly. "I see you've heard of me!" Though right now the thief was hoping it was more in the way of his play rather than his sticky fingers...
Blue eyes twisted to spy passed Noctis, the crowd of people growing into a swarm. He glanced up, the old gothic architecture not only beautiful but useful. The curves and notches carved into the smooth and parallel services were perfect for climbing, but it was pretty easy to spot someone climbing in from the front. He had to find his way out, from in. Zidane smirked and rubbed the back of his head.
"Have we met?" He hoped not. Sometimes he met folk, he had forgotten he has had trouble in the past with. It was pretty chronic for the forward marching Genome.
Thief. Light. Genome. WORDS: 967 NOTES: Follow the shuffling crowd to their seats! Made by Queen Kassy of Cheyenne; Edited by OuRex Draco
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