Judges…[@Drace]
ooc: Sorry for the wait; school is always busier than I expect.
ic: Drace had travelled long and far now seeing neither friendly face nor foe. However, she had found her way at long last back to Ivalice and to what she assumed was the South, judging by the climate. It had been a long time since she had even edged on the life of a hunter, but she was no stranger to hard physial labour. The sale of a few items scrounged from kills had given her enough for food and lodgings for the night.
Drace was not much of a drinker but times were odd enough to cause her to order some sort of liquor - an ale, any would do. Drace did not expect anything to please the tastebuds, only something to soothe the mind for the night.
The inn itself was not too busy, so the appearance of a man on the stool next to her was perhaps a little too friendly to be unsuspicious. Drace nodded in response to his acknowledgement. Something of an enticer, she thought, somewhat passively. But something stirred in the back of her mind. Out of the corner of her eye she took another look at him. No, she did not know this man. Did she? Something of his eyes was familiar, perhaps the shape of his jawline also.
…another drink appeared in front of Drace. She had missed that in her musings. “Thank you, stranger,” Drace said, nodding to her neighbour, “and well met.”
Reveling in his deception of this woman he nodded and grasped his drink as it arrived taking a few quick mouthfuls before replying to her. “Aye. Tis my pleasure m’lady. Always a pleasure to see a fellow Archadian soul in such a place.”
Oh what story would he weave for Drace? He hadn’t quite decided yet, and he also desired to press and see what she knew and what she would possibly reveal to the sky-pirate while being ignorant to his true identity.
Drace raised her eyebrows slightly in interest. She had thought his accent was familiar, but hadn’t heard enough dialogue to place it. “An Archadian?” Drace replied. Perhaps, indeed, they had met. If the man had not yet mentioned a recollection then it was unlikely one existed, however, it was also possible that he was concealing it for good reason. Drace dealt with familiar criminals just as frequently as she dealt with familiar friends.
“And which area of the city did you call home?” Drace asked. His manner of dress, though intricate, was not of the Archadian variety and so Drace assumed that he was no longer a resident.
(via the-leading-man-deactivated2012)
Judges…[@Drace]
He knew this woman, he had seen her in his youth, and knew her as a judge. Peering out from the shadows toward where the woman sat, he couldn’t help but smile slightly knowing he had the advantage over her.
Yet this judge, while he could not recall her name he recalled her devotion to the crown, and wondered what would transpire should the long-forgotten Arcadian son suddenly return to their side. Ffamran was dead, that Balthier knew, yet wouldn’t it be amusing.
His appearance more wild than when he took up post on the same ranks as Drace, and a few years away from the pampering of the homeland had changed his looks slightly, if he could not remember her, surely she would not recall him nor his betrayal of the Empire.
Pushing forth, Balthier emerged from the shadows and moved to sit on a stool next to the woman, flashing a shimmering smile as he softly ordered them both a drink.
ooc: Sorry for the wait; school is always busier than I expect.
ic: Drace had travelled long and far now seeing neither friendly face nor foe. However, she had found her way at long last back to Ivalice and to what she assumed was the South, judging by the climate. It had been a long time since she had even edged on the life of a hunter, but she was no stranger to hard physial labour. The sale of a few items scrounged from kills had given her enough for food and lodgings for the night.
Drace was not much of a drinker but times were odd enough to cause her to order some sort of liquor - an ale, any would do. Drace did not expect anything to please the tastebuds, only something to soothe the mind for the night.
The inn itself was not too busy, so the appearance of a man on the stool next to her was perhaps a little too friendly to be unsuspicious. Drace nodded in response to his acknowledgement. Something of an enticer, she thought, somewhat passively. But something stirred in the back of her mind. Out of the corner of her eye she took another look at him. No, she did not know this man. Did she? Something of his eyes was familiar, perhaps the shape of his jawline also.
…another drink appeared in front of Drace. She had missed that in her musings. “Thank you, stranger,” Drace said, nodding to her neighbour, “and well met.”
(via the-leading-man-deactivated2012)
enhance-cast started following you
Drace peers down at the young boy and smiles enough to seem friendly but not overly so. Yet another person with an odd manner of dress, but Drace knew that teenagers often used garments as odd ways of expressing themselves. “Have we met?” Drace asked him.
ooc: It’s alright. She’s rather androgynous and the other judges are men, so it’s an understandable misconception. =]
ic: It is quite alright. [Drace puts a comforting hand on Aerith’s forearm, closing her eyes briefly to show her lack of worry] I am sure I will find my home somehow.
((ooc; I’m glad that I didn’t offend you ^^))
Would you like some help? /she frowns, still worried for the other woman/
Hm. [shakes her head, still smiling] Thank you for the kind offer, Aerith, but it is not so bad here. I shall recuperate, before finding my way baack.
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