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lucetilogs2007-11-05 07:47 pm
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Balthier and the library. [open]
Who: Balthier and anyone wishing to join in.
What: Off to the library, to find information on the Filial.
When: Now.
Where: Library.
Summary: Unable to stay "home" any longer, Balthier decides to search for information on his new surroundings.
Rating: G
Balthier stepped into the dark, chilly library, pulling off his new cloak to shake the rain out. Outside, the rain poured with the same ferocity it had displayed all day, and the humidity gave the library's interior an almost frigid edge.
"It was warmer at home," Balthier grumbled as he hung his cloak on a peg to dry. He fumbled in the darkness for a small box of matches he'd coaxed from one of the shopkeepers, pleasantly surprised to see that he'd indeed managed to keep them safe from the rain. The best luck I've had since I got here.
Lightning flashed outside, briefly illuminating the room through the dirty windows. Balthier started, positive that he'd seen someone else in the building. When it struck again, however, there was no one there.
Not even twenty and five, and already going mad. He sighed unhappily as brought out the candles, careful not to waste matches as he lit a few -- surely, there were more, but he certainly was not naive enough to think the Malnosso willing to accommodate any of them forever.
Two candles he placed in the middle of one long reading table, and a third he left in the windowsill. It wasn't much, but he hoped that perhaps someone would see it, and join him in this lonely building.
He moved toward the nearest bookshelf, eyes straining to make out the titles on the shelves. Perhaps the fates did smile on him, a little -- the language was his own, and he would not have to seek a translator.
After selecting a book on the history of Luceti, he settled down in a stiff chair to find out what he could about this cursed land. Perhaps ... perhaps something within would be helpful in their plight.
What: Off to the library, to find information on the Filial.
When: Now.
Where: Library.
Summary: Unable to stay "home" any longer, Balthier decides to search for information on his new surroundings.
Rating: G
Balthier stepped into the dark, chilly library, pulling off his new cloak to shake the rain out. Outside, the rain poured with the same ferocity it had displayed all day, and the humidity gave the library's interior an almost frigid edge.
"It was warmer at home," Balthier grumbled as he hung his cloak on a peg to dry. He fumbled in the darkness for a small box of matches he'd coaxed from one of the shopkeepers, pleasantly surprised to see that he'd indeed managed to keep them safe from the rain. The best luck I've had since I got here.
Lightning flashed outside, briefly illuminating the room through the dirty windows. Balthier started, positive that he'd seen someone else in the building. When it struck again, however, there was no one there.
Not even twenty and five, and already going mad. He sighed unhappily as brought out the candles, careful not to waste matches as he lit a few -- surely, there were more, but he certainly was not naive enough to think the Malnosso willing to accommodate any of them forever.
Two candles he placed in the middle of one long reading table, and a third he left in the windowsill. It wasn't much, but he hoped that perhaps someone would see it, and join him in this lonely building.
He moved toward the nearest bookshelf, eyes straining to make out the titles on the shelves. Perhaps the fates did smile on him, a little -- the language was his own, and he would not have to seek a translator.
After selecting a book on the history of Luceti, he settled down in a stiff chair to find out what he could about this cursed land. Perhaps ... perhaps something within would be helpful in their plight.
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"I'll take earthly rewards over heavenly, any day," he muttered, leaning down to toss another log on the fire. "Protecting the commonfolk, eh? There's far worse reasons than that, I suppose. Let's hope those ambitions don't turn sour." He snorted; it was a common hope, these days. He'd seen power go bad once too many to be truly comfortable around those who openly sought it.
"I suppose that's close enough to the truth of it; if you believe that sort of thing, though it seems the ones dictating the exchange rate tend to have the upper hand." Balthier fidgeted with his cuffs -- a familiar, comforting gesture -- before continuing. "We'll all pay the price, I'm certain, one way or another. Let's just hope we save enough for fare home."
His earlier tiredness had progressed into a deep exhaustion, and the rhythmic sound of the storm battering the roof didn't help things one bit. He wondered how he'd come to feel so old. He wondered if he'd ever had the determined face of the boy before him, so certain that things would turn out properly.
No, of course not. At that age, I was too busy running to believe in much of anything.
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"Yeah." Just a short answer, he knew, but there was no more he could say, nothing that someone who hasn't met Mustang would understand. He himself didn't completely, and didn't particularly care to. Still, he wondered, remembering Al's words, whether or not the Colonel succeeded, whether or not the gate between the worlds was truly closed now. Never return home, even after leaving this place, not to his true home. He supposed it'd be better just to believe. "I'll kill him myself if they do."
Not that they'd ever meet again, mind...
"A thousand lives for one..." Ed murmured, letting out a slow breath. It had been two years; he hadn't wanted to remember, but seeing Envy there reminded him. Then again, would it have been possible to forget, in the end? "A brother for a horrible parody of life. An arm for a soul existing in a living hell..."
He was sure that Balthier had no idea what he was talking about, and wondered why he said it at all. Maybe it was because of the lack of understanding, that made it so much easier to speak.
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There was nothing more to be done, here.
Balthier set his book on the floor, yawning. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to call it a night, my young friend." He stood and stretched, golden wings fluttering weakly behind him. "Thank you for the company and conversation. I hope that we meet again soon, and that our fortunes are more pleasant than I fear."
He pulled his cloak from the peg by the door, and swung it around his shoulders. "Have a pleasant -- or as pleasant as possible -- night. And stay safe. It wouldn't do to fall, so early in the game."
With that, he opened the door, staggering momentarily from the force of the wind outside. "And don't let this drizzle get you down," he called, just before he pulled the door behind him.