[1] Holding Cell [ the hot water is a luxury after nearly twenty hours caked in goo. when he was on the run in the dalmasca eastersand when he first left home, he often went days without bathing -- but never caked in the mucus-and-nutrient sludge he's been scraping off here. safety be damned ( though he suspects everyone's been searched ). he plunges into the water with his clothes still on, then proceeds to strip, hoping to salvage both his skin and his garments.
Praise the gods of hot water and good food.
[ he says it more to himself. if he's found the first, maybe the second will come. ]
[2] Explore the Base Camp
[ his limbs no longer feel heavy and swollen, though there's still some stiffness in his left leg and jaw. he doesn't know if it's from fighting his way out of that vile egg, or from the explosion before...well...this.
Balthier takes a seat near the middle of the mess tables. he's been to a myriad of places in his two and a half decades, and sitting down in the middle of a meal space has never steered him wrong when trying to find new crew mates. and he's not going back in there alone -- not without his gun, and not without knowing if his magic works here. ]
Anyone up for a jaunt around the park this afternoon?
[ if there's any chance Fran is here, too....maybe the wreckage of the eggs will have some clues. ]
[3] Aid Station
[ he might as well not have left the wreckage of the Bahamut. there are so many dead here, and so many injured. they aren't his people, but does it matter? Archadia or Rozarria or whatever is here -- a life is a life. war and power and sickness just keep eating. that cannot be the legacy of man.
his connection to the Mist is weaker here, but he's had some luck with his magic. it's something he can do to help, and being useful never hurts for making allies.
he steps up to the next patient. bedside manner is the same as charming a mark. ]
What seems to be the problem today? Besides the general space time displacement and lack of fine tea.
[4] Fetch Quest
[ the woman smiles, but it's the kind that says she'll like balthier a lot better when he's returned with what she wants. fair enough. he's met that type everywhere he's ever been. when he brings her back what she wants, he'll have something closer to an ally, and his reputation will be for someone who can get work done. both are valuable. ]
Acid rain, rocky cliffs, quarrelsome plants -- and here I thought I was going to get homesick.
[ he's relieved that the people and landscape have offered some familiarity, even as the words sit heavy in his stomach. was rabanastre home? will he ever get back there? today, it doesn't matter, and a mission is something that will keep him tired and focused enough not to think too deeply.
no subject
[ the hot water is a luxury after nearly twenty hours caked in goo. when he was on the run in the dalmasca eastersand when he first left home, he often went days without bathing -- but never caked in the mucus-and-nutrient sludge he's been scraping off here. safety be damned ( though he suspects everyone's been searched ). he plunges into the water with his clothes still on, then proceeds to strip, hoping to salvage both his skin and his garments.
Praise the gods of hot water and good food.
[ he says it more to himself. if he's found the first, maybe the second will come. ]
[2] Explore the Base Camp
[ his limbs no longer feel heavy and swollen, though there's still some stiffness in his left leg and jaw. he doesn't know if it's from fighting his way out of that vile egg, or from the explosion before...well...this.
Balthier takes a seat near the middle of the mess tables. he's been to a myriad of places in his two and a half decades, and sitting down in the middle of a meal space has never steered him wrong when trying to find new crew mates. and he's not going back in there alone -- not without his gun, and not without knowing if his magic works here. ]
Anyone up for a jaunt around the park this afternoon?
[ if there's any chance Fran is here, too....maybe the wreckage of the eggs will have some clues. ]
[3] Aid Station
[ he might as well not have left the wreckage of the Bahamut. there are so many dead here, and so many injured. they aren't his people, but does it matter? Archadia or Rozarria or whatever is here -- a life is a life. war and power and sickness just keep eating. that cannot be the legacy of man.
his connection to the Mist is weaker here, but he's had some luck with his magic. it's something he can do to help, and being useful never hurts for making allies.
he steps up to the next patient. bedside manner is the same as charming a mark. ]
What seems to be the problem today? Besides the general space time displacement and lack of fine tea.
[4] Fetch Quest
[ the woman smiles, but it's the kind that says she'll like balthier a lot better when he's returned with what she wants. fair enough. he's met that type everywhere he's ever been. when he brings her back what she wants, he'll have something closer to an ally, and his reputation will be for someone who can get work done. both are valuable. ]
Acid rain, rocky cliffs, quarrelsome plants -- and here I thought I was going to get homesick.
[ he's relieved that the people and landscape have offered some familiarity, even as the words sit heavy in his stomach. was rabanastre home? will he ever get back there? today, it doesn't matter, and a mission is something that will keep him tired and focused enough not to think too deeply.