Rabanastre at Night [OPEN]

[Basch fon Ronsenburg]

Basch fon Ronsenburg was bored. And a bored Basch was never a good one, as this usually led to trouble finding him. No, he didn't actively go looking for trouble, it just seemed to find him. This had always been the case with him, and it never really changed.

He strolled along, wandering through the market, glancing over the people shopping and touting their wares. It was nice to be able to relax once in a while, though boredom had been setting in for him more and more lately as things began to calm down after the upheaval.

But all in all, things were easy for him. No one had really bothered to try bothering the princess during the past few months, so all he really had to do was keep an eye on things, and make sure nothing went wrong.

He sighed, staring up through the buildings at the night sky, the twinkling of the lighs of Rabanastre drowning out most of the stars. Only the brightest were still visible, and there weren't many that he could see anyway with how narrow the streets were. But it was nice to be able to walk freely, and not worry about an Archadian force trying to attack the city.

He paused long enough to step sideways to avoid a running Bangaa, his eyes following it for a moment until it dashed into a shop, with accompanying shouts of 'He's back'. He smiled, and continued on his walk, heading toward the overlook in Northern Rabanastre. Maybe there he'd be able to get a clearer view of the sky.

[Fayt Leingod]

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[atrb=style,padding: 0px 26px; border-top: 8px solid #3e2e31; border-bottom: 8px solid #3e2e31;] "He's back!" Either as a natural knee-jerk reaction, or some nervousness on the ex-naturalized Archadian's part, Fayt turned - slowly - at the reptilian cry of the Bangaa darting by a man some distance behind him, as if wary that the call was a sound of alarm for a recognized face, and would be followed back out with a slew of guards armed to the teeth. Not that he, at first glance, appeared to have any reason for his general jumpiness. There wasn't a thieved loaf of bread or bunch of fruit in his arms, or a dark cloak covering his figure. The individual somewhere between a boy and a man had wide and honest emerald eyes that caught the nighttime torchlight and threw it back with glittering magnificence, underneath which could be seen a small, desperate sliver of unadulterated fear: and there it was, wasn't it, the true evidence that the bluenette was (whether truthfully or untruthfully), in the eyes of the populace, a Queen-killer. A murderer. He had little reason to be concerned, it appeared, seeing as the cry appeared to be of jubilation and celebration; he wondered who it was that had returned, for it to bring such happiness. Of course, he'd heard Larsa talk about Basch a few times, but at night amid the darkness that cloaked and shadowed every corner of the desert city? There was no chance of him actually recognizing the man. That said man that had been behind him now continued on his way, not seeing Fayt standing at a comparatively diminutive five-nine exactly four paces to the left, and the bluenette quietly observed his passing, before seeming to swallow his misgivings and taking off at a jog after the other night-walker. "Hey, excuse me!" If the man would turn, he would slow to a standstill and gesture backward with the jerk of his thumb, inquiring as to the reason for the Bangaa's excitement with a soft voice. "What's going on? Do you know what he means by 'he's back'?" All right, call him paranoid, but he resisted the temptation of letting his dominant hand glide back to rest upon the grip of his sword. His caution being misconstrued as animosity would only make things that much worse. TAGGED ▷ Basch/Open! WORD COUNT ▷ 390... it felt longer. NOTES ▷ ignore the ramblin'.

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[Basch fon Ronsenburg]

Basch paused, turning slightly to take in the appearance of the young man who had accosted him. One eyebrow went up, and he shrugged. “That's the usual reaction when a supplier makes it across the desert in one piece. I am going to guess that means that particular shop was waiting on a shipment from one of the other cities. Or expecting someone they thought was dead with the upheaval.”

He shrugged again. “Not really my business. I have other things I have to worry about, though I'm trying not to worry about them tonight. This is one of my few chances to relax, and I intend to capitalize on it.”

Turning fully, he inclined his head. “Captain Basch fon Ronsenburg of the Knights of Dalmasca, and personal guard to Her Highness Princess Ashelia. Or at least, that's my full title. Tonight... tonight, I am just Basch.”

He looked the other male over again, and then extended a hand. “And whom might I have the pleasure of addressing?” he said.

[Gideon Uriela]

The western gate offered passage to a well groomed golden chocobo that went by the name of Oro. Walking at his side was a rather imposing figure a man who stood around 6'8. His youthful countenance given character by a light beard. One could tell by the way he carried himself and the gigantic sword slung over his shoulder he wasn't an ordinary traveler. He carried himself with the exuding traits of an experienced soldier. It was he first in Rabanastre in fact it was his first time in another big city outside of Midgar. Jaded optics looked around in a hidden astonishment of the moonlit city. He'd never seen anything quite like it, the truth of the matter was the cities technological advancement was far beyond anything he ever experienced. Moreover it was the first time he bore witness to people interacting with other intelligible species.

The first one that caught his eye were the lizard-like people, they sure looked for a lack of a better word different. By looking at them Gideon couldn't tell the difference from female and male but he quickly noticed four distinct color patterns. This was truly a different world, which had Gideon pondering about hanging around for a little while. Looking over to Oro a large hand affectionately stroked his head. A smooth guttural voice permeated his lips posing a question to his gold feathered companion "Hey boy you hungry?" Oro squawked excitedly as if he understood what had been asked of him, the pair a traveled a long ways in a single day without a break, they were in dire need of sustenance the growl of Gideon's belly a painful motivator to find a place to eat quickly.

People were eying him and the bird as much as they were eying them they were so alien to one another. A little girl with her mother approached Oro with a peaked curiosity, the small girl couldn't of been more than five or six nevertheless she was absolutely infatuated with the bird. The group pleasantly conversed for a little while and Gideon learned of the Sandsea and a place to log for the night. On Gideon's left past another one of the lizard men, this one seemed to be in a hurry he would of ran over one guy if he didn't manage to step out of its way."Guess what, since you did so good today I'll give you your favorite greens for dinner how does that sound?" Oro was easily excited by anything that his master said Oro was still young and a little stupid to say the least but boy could he run.

[Fayt Leingod]

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[atrb=style,padding: 0px 26px; border-top: 8px solid #3e2e31; border-bottom: 8px solid #3e2e31;] To his immense misfortune and slight irritation, Faire Virer had taken to (with some form of interest) "surreptitiously" following the bluenette on his mostly aimless walks around town. He supposed it was for some possibly good reason, having conceded that yes, the pegasus had every right to be cautious about Fayt's wellbeing after having scared the living daylights out of the both of them by his accidental almost-actions in Nel's presence... that being a fancy way of alluding to the incident without having to face the real implications. He really ought to stop being a wuss and fess up to the fact that he shouldn't be strolling around so brazenly, being that he was an immensely volatile bioweapon; volatile enough that he'd almost been set off by one of his friends, for Apris' sake. Not that he was a follower of Apris, but Elicoor's Sun God seemed to be a reasonable enough god to pray to for present reasons. But that was all immaterial - suffice it to say that he currently had a pegasus for a stalker, somewhere two streets away. Close enough to be able to interrupt if something went wrong, but far enough away to not be a neon signpost pointing to the bluenette; here's the guy, come arrest him. The man he had pulled aside answered his question with an obvious response, eliciting a mental self-kick and a well, duh. Desert city. Desert equaled dangerous. Desert equaled no supplies; no supplies equaled trans-desert trading. Now didn't he feel like an idiotic, nervous schoolgirl for getting worried over something as innocuous as that.. Your paranoia is not unfounded, Faire Virer argued in the back of his head, peering around the corner a few hundred yards ahead of him - and since when had he been over there? Ah, well. The bluenette resisted the urge to pull a face at the horse, half-listening to the man - until his name caught Fayt's attention, and he turned just slightly. Basch fon Ronsenburg. Basch... Larsa mentioned him, didn't he? Indeed he had, but little more than the name, by which one could figure that they weren't altogether close. This lessened his trepidation as he shook the taller man's hand, responding with an amiable "Fayt. Fayt Leingod." The pegasus had crept closer, a mere thirty or so yards away now and seemingly obscured to Basch by the man's turned back. Faire Virer almost seemed to glow in the semi-darkness broken up by Rabanastre's nighttime lighting, and loomed at a generous fifteen hands tall excluding his strong neck, and quite evidently drew the sparkle-eyed awe of any Rabanastrans walking the streets at night. Fayt, though - Fayt gritted his teeth. What are you doing? I aim to prevent a murder. The response was clipped, yet unusually gentle. Nevertheless, the bluenette's answer was venemous. I can take care of myself. My concern isn't for you. He chose not to answer that, but the subtle tightening of his jaw indicated his precise feelings about that jibe well enough. During the exchange he did not dare to meet the Arbiter's eyes, figuring that were he to so much as glance at the pegasus, Basch might follow his gaze - and those questions weren't ones he wanted to answer. So instead Fayt ignored Faire Virer's presence, and propped his left hand on his hip. Time for some well-intentioned asking around, he decided. "Has anything... weird been going on around here recently?" he asked. TAGGED ▷ Basch/Gideon/Open WORD COUNT ▷ 618! NOTES ▷ There, now Oro can have an "animal" buddy.

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[Balthier]

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[Gideon Uriela]

Rabanastre appeared to be one of those bustling cities that never slept, even into the dusk many street vendors were out and about pushing their wares and bickering over who say the customer first. Unfortunately the large man stuck out like a T bone steak amongst a pack of hungry wolves. In an instant he was crowded by many merchants attempting to sell him miscellaneous items and services. "Hey, hey no I don't want any of this stuff. Get the hell out of my face damn it." It was evident that Gideon wasn't the most patient of men as he started to forcefully move the urchins out of his path. Meanwhile Oro found this as an opportunity to do a little exploring of his own. For a animal his size and hue miraculously he was quite adept at sneaking around.

Weaseling his way past the rambunctious cluster of oddities the golden feathered chick casually strolled up the street surveying people and things much the same way a human would. It's times like these that he appears far more intelligent than he usually lets on. Roaming up to food stand he squawked to get the attention of its proprietor who had their back turned. The stubby man began to greet what he thought was a customer as he turned around only to find a chocobo staring him dead in the face. The man found himself confused and a bit startled but greeted the big bird all the same softly petting his head. A jubilant Oro quickly snatched up a fair amount of food into his powerful beak at once whoofing it all down. in a matter of moments the man's confusion shifted to anger then hopelessly confused.

Absolutely livid he began to chide the bird for stealing the food while it cocked itself sideways lifting a wing while it shimmied for a moment dropping Gil onto the table from the pack on its back. The heated man glanced down at the money perplexed as the chocobo was on its way again trotting down the line. Quickly he passed a group of men that appeared to be standing around having a casual conversation although the blue haired one seemed to be a little out of place. Just up head something caught the attention of the golden curious George, was it another chocobo, it had wings, still it didn't look like any chocobo Oro had ever seen. SQUAWK?!? The child like bird strutted over to the Pegasus looking it over intently examining him like a man interested in buying him would.

Oro tilted his head while his rear tooted up into the air he began to circle once around the Pegasus sniffing at him. Face to face once more the excited yougin' flapped his was as if saying 'Hey I got wings too'. Elsewhere Gideon managed to fight through the crowd now realizing that Oro was gone, a irritated grunt denouncing his unsatisfaction "Where did he go? " The titan of a man began to stalk the night street in search of his pet calling out his name.

[Basch fon Ronsenburg]

Basch stepped sideways, getting out of the way of the crowds that were beginning to head in for the evening and enabling him to lean against a wall as he conversed. He glanced around, his eyes pausing for a moment as he thought he caught a flash of movement. But when nothing more seemed to move, he shook his head. "Depends on what you mean by weird," he said his voice soft.

When Balthier came up, however, his right hand tightened slightly at the pirate's initial comment, even as he gave a nod to the man. "Accused and acquitted, Balthier, and you know that. But this one," he said, his gaze locking to Fayt, growing slightly darker as he studied the boy anew. "Good it is for you that I trust Balthier. But I do agree. A pattern I don't much like seeing, not at all."

He shrugged, shaking his head. "But without evidence of these.... Loose Chocobo," he said, cutting himself off and stepping toward the bird, holding out a hand, making a low clicking noise with his tongue against his teeth. "C'mon, you. You can't be running around loose like this," he said softly, taking slow steps toward the chocobo.

[Fayt Leingod]

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[atrb=style,padding: 0px 26px; border-top: 8px solid #3e2e31; border-bottom: 8px solid #3e2e31;] Fayt merely blinked as the man melted back out of the shadows, musical words spilling forth as he approached... odd that he hadn't by now begun to be able to sense people lurking in obscure places, given the number of times he'd been similarly ambushed. But he was a friend of Basch's, and his manner brought a not-so-distant memory to mind... an incident involving a guarded airship, a voice morpher, and a young Archadian emperor. This guy must be Balthier, then, he thought quietly, shifting only to rest his left hand on his hip out of naught but sheer habit as he, swallowing his irritation, met Faire Virer's eyes some distance away and gave a minuscule nod. They're both friends of Larsa's. I think we can trust them. The pegasus stood up a little straighter, one back hoof clacking lightly against the cobble as he changed position. But he gave no response. Two-thirds of the way into an amiable nod in the direction of the new conversationalist, Balthier spoke again, and at that, he froze. A perfect, ten points' worth of deer-in-the-headlights and a familiar tingling at his right temple, as if the lambent power was giving a monstrous yawn and stretch. Calm yourself, Faire Virer cut in immediately, and Fayt's fingers twitched as he took in a deep breath, forcing the sudden influx of symbological force back down. Basch answered the man in kind, then turned to regard Fayt with steelier eyes, directing a statement to him that made the bluenette oddly thankful for the sky pirate's presence. Situations like that could have ended a lot worse than it had... not that he was out of the woods yet. "Framed. We were framed." He said this with very careful detachment, only now realizing that he was at least a few inches shorter than the other two men, as he looked to each in turn, before settling on Balthier. "You said 'accused' - do you know something, maybe? I have to find out who..." The bluenette trailed off as he looked once - no, twice - at the yellow chocobo currently harassing his Arbiter. Faire Virer shuffled his hooves awkwardly as he shied away from the creature's curious beak, resisting the urge to flick the oversized bird with one wing, half-furled against his body. Once the excitable avian circled the horse a single time, and showed off his own flight-enabling appendages, Faire Virer leaned forward with his neck extended, aiming to nudge the bird on the beak with his nose and letting out an irritable snort, as if to say Shoo. It reminded him more of a way an uncle would treat his nephew than anything else, and Fayt smiled at that. It was heartwarming. "Mangy creature," the pegasus complained loudly, and to the ears of whoever happened to be listening, stamping one forehoof as he shifted petulantly. Slowly the horse picked his way around the group in a large arc, watching the efforts to tame the chocobo as he joined Fayt at his right side. Nothing needed to be said - simply, their eyes met, and the bluenette tentatively extended one hand to rest on Faire Virer's ivory mane... but the horse's muzzle collided with the side of his head and pushed, nearly knocking his charge over with the force. "What do you call it... babysitting?" "Hey," the Earthling cut back indignantly, brushing himself off and pointedly ignoring any looks he may have garnered from his impromptu companions, but there was nothing that he felt like protesting to. Not really. He had a point, after all. TAGGED ▷ Basch/Balthier/Gideon/Oro - ANYONE ELSE? WORD COUNT ▷ (experiment) 626 NOTES ▷ They're so adorable together.

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[Gideon Uriela]

Oro, giddy and dense took the nudge from the pegasus as a playful gesture and returned it kind with a ecstatic squawk, unfurling his wings in a halfhearted flap. The impressionable young soul mimed the actions of his new acquaintance producing an irritable squeak then stamping his talons against the stone with bearish mannerisms copying the mere to the tee. For a moment he followed after the pegasus tracing his steps till his attention was drawn by a clicking sound. Oro craned his neck spotting the origin of the curious sound finding it to one of men from the small group. Cautiously he stooped his head and ambled towards the mans outstretched hand at first sniffing it and brushing his beak against it as if testing it for danger. Finding everything to be in order the naive bird licked the hand of the friendly man then brushed up against him.

Elsewhere Gideon was finally closing in on the pow wow, tipping down the lane all around the many store fronts began to close shop for the day, street lights glowing, passing like the haunting memories of Midgar. Though the city may change he couldn't escape those memories. Just up ahead he spotted Oro with a group of people and called out to him."Oro, get over here." One could feel the cut of his sharp tone and the chocobo immediately responded in shame, he knew what he had done wrong but attempted to make amends for it with his big blue eyes gazing so pathetically at his owner begging for forgiveness. Slowly he shuffled to Gideon's side sneaking his head under Gideon's hand as he often does when he wants his way.

Turning his attention from Oro he looked to the group that hosted him briefly and offered a curt nod"Apologies if my friend here bothered you, he don't listen too well. " He felt inclined to say for his chocobo's misbehavior. The scrutinizing eyes of the newest member to the circle wandered from person to person, what an interesting group they appeared to be. The youngest of the men had a companion as well."Gideon." He spoke his name with no formal introduction but the way he carried himself was eerily militant.