[ Arrival | City Hall Station ] [ There are less elaborate traps to find oneself in. Balthier is not one known for panic, and even plucked from a desert aerodrome to awaken in truly inexplicable circumstance. He gets the broad strokes--underground transport, electricity-powered, a light flickering unreliably, and the baffling welcome on the screen. Playing along seems to be all that's available to him now.
The larger station is no more forthcoming with answers. It sprawls, empty, and he's not sure if he's more relieved or alarmed when he finally catches a glimpse of someone. In other circumstances, he'd have been more cautious and felt the situation out, but instead he's reacting without taking their measure. ]
You there. [ It's sharp, expecting immediate attention. He's keenly aware he's unarmed, yet he's still quick to close distance. ] Time for a little chat, eh?
He swirls his glass with a flick of the wrist like any benefit exists to opening up what he's quite expecting to be trash vintage. There really isn't, and he makes a bit of a face after a sip. ]
Well, seems a poisoning would have been an improvement. [ Something about the near-uninhabited expanse of this place has him talking to himself more than not already. ]
[ Network ] Truly something to be said for the manner this munificent metropolis makes a fellow feel like he might get murdered if he stops paying mind.
[ Wildcard? ] [ Happy to accommodate any other sort of shenanigans! ]
Balthier | FFXII
[ There are less elaborate traps to find oneself in. Balthier is not one known for panic, and even plucked from a desert aerodrome to awaken in truly inexplicable circumstance. He gets the broad strokes--underground transport, electricity-powered, a light flickering unreliably, and the baffling welcome on the screen. Playing along seems to be all that's available to him now.
The larger station is no more forthcoming with answers. It sprawls, empty, and he's not sure if he's more relieved or alarmed when he finally catches a glimpse of someone. In other circumstances, he'd have been more cautious and felt the situation out, but instead he's reacting without taking their measure. ]
You there. [ It's sharp, expecting immediate attention. He's keenly aware he's unarmed, yet he's still quick to close distance. ] Time for a little chat, eh?
[ To the East ]
[ After having spent some time in rather deliberate exploration, Balthier now finds himself sitting in one of those cozy café patios that are endemic to nearly any city, at a little wrought-iron table for two with a few things he's nicked. The spread is rather simple: an open bottle of a cheap red wine, a handful of pastries laid out on a plate, and one glass in hand while another sits empty on the table.
He swirls his glass with a flick of the wrist like any benefit exists to opening up what he's quite expecting to be trash vintage. There really isn't, and he makes a bit of a face after a sip. ]
Well, seems a poisoning would have been an improvement. [ Something about the near-uninhabited expanse of this place has him talking to himself more than not already. ]
[ Network ]
Truly something to be said for the manner this munificent metropolis makes a fellow feel like he might get murdered if he stops paying mind.
[ Wildcard? ]
[ Happy to accommodate any other sort of shenanigans! ]