Old Friends [Amalia]

[Balthier]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background: url(http://i52.tinypic.com/otj5sn.jpg); background-color: #FFB000; border-top-left-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 50px; border-top-right-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 50px; border-bottom-right-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 50px; padding: 10px, bTable] [style=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x48/strawberrysplash376/con_balthier01.jpg); opacity: 0.7; border-top-left-radius: 25px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 25px; height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [style=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x48/strawberrysplash376/con_balthier01.jpg); opacity: 0.8; height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [style=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x48/strawberrysplash376/con_balthier01.jpg); opacity: 0.9; height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [style=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x48/strawberrysplash376/con_balthier01.jpg); opacity: 1; border-top-right-radius: 25px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 25px; height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [style=background-color: #D1D1D1; color: #FFBB00; font-family: arial black; font-size: 30px; letter-spacing: -3px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; opacity: 1; width: 412px; line-height: 24px; margin-top: -3px; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 1px;] ( A PIRATE'S LIFE FOR ME ) [/style][style=background-color: #FFC000; color: #4a4a4a; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 7px; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: justify; opacity: 1; width: 262px; padding-left: 100px; padding-right: 50px;] ( this captain goes down with the ship, all hands on deck, stand hip-to-hip. i shout the orders, "shoot to kill!" i'm dressed to thrill, i'm dressed to thrill. and all my enemies, i want their eyes to see their captain walk the plank, destroy them, rank by rank )[/style] [style=background-color: #FFFFFF; color: #4a4a4a; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 11px; text-transform: none; text-align: justify; opacity: 1; width: 392px; margin-top: -12px; padding: 10px; border-top: 10px solid #D1D1D1;] What a place to wake up in. He only remembered recovering from crash landing the Sky Fortress Bahamut, though the memory a bit foggy. But he certainly wasn't here in his recovery state, not to mention also completely healed. He got up from the bed of the inn, not even slightly aware that he had actually paid for an inn, and found Fran was nowhere in sight. 'Funny. She never did leave like that.' Balthier thought to himself. Not only that, there was only one bed. He would know if he slept in the same bed as her, after all. Balthier shifted his weight to get up from the bed. He also didn't remember actually sleeping in his clothes as well. He straightened his cuffs before exiting the room, exiting the tavern to see if the lady who worked there said anything. She didn't. He must've paid for the room. Equally odd. Balthier took his surroundings and instantly knew where he was. 'What ill luck.' He thought to himself. The Imperial City of Archades...home to him. Home no more, anyhow. Balthier turned a corner, only to step back for what did he catch in the corner of his eye? Head Hunters. Lady Luck wasn't on his side, it seemed. 'You saw what in the aerodome?!' One of them shouted. Balthier didn't need the ears of a Viera to hear them; they were deafening as is. 'The Strahl is in the hanger!' Another one of them shouted, piping his interest. What was his ship doing there? Why did Vaan park the Strahl there...? 'So Balthier is somewhere in the royal city?! Get him!' Roared the apparent leader as the Head Hunters left, the only thing Balthier had to let him know Lady Luck still existed. 'Time for the hare to follow the fox.' He thought as he started to follow them. However, as he was, he stopped. Balthier wasn't one to stare, but when it happened to be Lady Ashe, one couldn't help it. "Fancy meeting you here." [/style][style=background-color: #FFBB00; color: #4a4a4a; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 11px; text-transform: none; text-align: justify; opacity: 1; width: 392px; margin-top: -12px; padding: 10px; border-top: 10px solid #D1D1D1; border-bottom-left-radius: 25px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 25px; border-bottom-right-radius: 25px; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 25px;] TAGS :: Amalia LYRICS :: rum is for drinking, not for burning by senses fail. NOTES :: Well hello there. [/style]

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[Yuffie Kisaragi]

It was very unusual to see Amalia within the Imperial City of Archades. You see she was a rebel, or as she liked to call it a member of the Resistance. Two years ago Archadia invaded her home land, killed both her husband and father. After taking all that she had, it lorded over it. To put it lightly Amalia had no love for Archadia. Yet her Resistance movement garnished love on her behalf from the Empire. She was an enemy to House Solidor and the entire Empire.

So the Resistance Leader wasn't dressed lightly. A thick traveling cloak hid her only features. She bustled about the city, looking for information. Scouting out the streets, the paths the guards walked, their stations. She was planning for a full out assault. Recently her Resistance movement came across a few strong members, and Amalia was planning on taking the fight to Archadia herself. So here she was, scouting the streets of Archadia. Sure it wasn't much, but information was information. And the Resistance didn't have much of it.

Amalia felt safe as she walked into the hanger, safe enough to pull back the hood that obscured her face. The small carrier that would bring her to the Shiva rested only a few hundred feet away, and she felt safe even within the crowd. Yet only seconds after she took her hood off large shouts filled the halls of the hanger. The women gulped, and reached for her hood but a oddly familiar voice filled her ears.

With a spin, Amalia turned around to face Balthier. Her head tilted to the side. He was familiar, she knew him from somewhere... Ah yes, Balthier. He was a sky pirate, a famous one at that. Yet Amalia couldn't shake the feeling that she knew him. "It is a pleasure, Balthier," Amalia replied, a smile on her face. She may have never met the sky pirate before, probably, but she was never one to slack on her recruitment and a legendary sky pirate would be a wonderful feat.

[Balthier]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background: url(http://i52.tinypic.com/otj5sn.jpg); background-color: #FFB000; border-top-left-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 50px; border-top-right-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 50px; border-bottom-right-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 50px; padding: 10px, bTable] [style=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x48/strawberrysplash376/con_balthier01.jpg); opacity: 0.7; border-top-left-radius: 25px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 25px; height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [style=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x48/strawberrysplash376/con_balthier01.jpg); opacity: 0.8; height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [style=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x48/strawberrysplash376/con_balthier01.jpg); opacity: 0.9; height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [style=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x48/strawberrysplash376/con_balthier01.jpg); opacity: 1; border-top-right-radius: 25px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 25px; height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [style=background-color: #D1D1D1; color: #FFBB00; font-family: arial black; font-size: 30px; letter-spacing: -3px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; opacity: 1; width: 412px; line-height: 24px; margin-top: -3px; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 1px;] ( A PIRATE'S LIFE FOR ME ) [/style][style=background-color: #FFC000; color: #4a4a4a; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 7px; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: justify; opacity: 1; width: 262px; padding-left: 100px; padding-right: 50px;] ( this captain goes down with the ship, all hands on deck, stand hip-to-hip. i shout the orders, "shoot to kill!" i'm dressed to thrill, i'm dressed to thrill. and all my enemies, i want their eyes to see their captain walk the plank, destroy them, rank by rank )[/style] [style=background-color: #FFFFFF; color: #4a4a4a; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 11px; text-transform: none; text-align: justify; opacity: 1; width: 392px; margin-top: -12px; padding: 10px; border-top: 10px solid #D1D1D1;] Though smart, Balthier would have never guessed that the woman in front of him only remembered him by famous title. No matter how intelligent one could be, figuring out right now Ashe only knew herself as Amalia was nearly impossible. However, something did strike him as odd. Why was Ashe not seated in Rabanstre? In fact, her entire posture was wrong. He had...left in such a hurry, if he remembered correctly, in the Sky Fortress Bahamut. By her voice, she was stricken with panic. She would have been relieved to see him, yet she wasn't. Perhaps he should feel a little hurt. "I may be curt, but what is the LAdy Ashe doing back on these grounds?" Balthier could never imagine the reaction he would get from the Lady Ashe. When he did, her stance, her everything would immediately make sense. Lady Ashe was no longer the woman she knew - it was back to the Amalia, the resistance leader, and the enemy was Archades. Wouldn't the Emperor Larsa be completely shocked at that news? Amalia and Larsa were enemies. [/style][style=background-color: #FFBB00; color: #4a4a4a; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 11px; text-transform: none; text-align: justify; opacity: 1; width: 392px; margin-top: -12px; padding: 10px; border-top: 10px solid #D1D1D1; border-bottom-left-radius: 25px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 25px; border-bottom-right-radius: 25px; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 25px;] TAGS :: Amalia LYRICS :: rum is for drinking, not for burning by senses fail. NOTES :: He dropped the bomb. [/style]

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[Yuffie Kisaragi]

"I may be curt, but what is the Lady Ashe doing back on these grounds?"

The Lady Ashe? Amalia certainly wasn't the late Princess Ashelia B'nargin Dalmasca. The precious heir to the Dalmascan throne took her own life two years ago. "How dare you?! Princess Ashelia took her own life!" The Resistance Leader exclaimed, the fury in the rebel's voice overpowered any other emotion that struggled to emerge. Yet her words were true, Ashe did take her own life and replace it with another. She raised her hand as if she was about to slap the man before her. His words were insulting, to compared her to the beautiful Desert Rose was unthinkable! A good strike would teach him a lesson.

Oh this man was frustrating, and it showed. Amalia's face was beat red with anger, the color was complimented by her scrunching her face up in rage. It was more cute or funny then intimidating, but that may just be the situation. Despite Amalia's anger, her raised hand wavered a bit. The name, Lady Ashe, it seemed to fit. Especially coming from a man like this. He was a sky pirate, yet Amalia felt like she could trust him. Like they were close friends. Her fist curled up into a small ball and fell to her side. "I would not except such rude behavior from the Leading Man." Even Balthier's nickname was odd to her. It had purpose, meaning yet she couldn't tell where it came from or how she even knew about it.

[Balthier]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background: url(http://i52.tinypic.com/otj5sn.jpg); background-color: #FFB000; border-top-left-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 50px; border-top-right-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 50px; border-bottom-right-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 50px; padding: 10px, bTable] [style=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x48/strawberrysplash376/con_balthier01.jpg); opacity: 0.7; border-top-left-radius: 25px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 25px; height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [style=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x48/strawberrysplash376/con_balthier01.jpg); opacity: 0.8; height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [style=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x48/strawberrysplash376/con_balthier01.jpg); opacity: 0.9; height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [style=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x48/strawberrysplash376/con_balthier01.jpg); opacity: 1; border-top-right-radius: 25px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 25px; height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [style=background-color: #D1D1D1; color: #FFBB00; font-family: arial black; font-size: 30px; letter-spacing: -3px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; opacity: 1; width: 412px; line-height: 24px; margin-top: -3px; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 1px;] ( A PIRATE'S LIFE FOR ME ) [/style][style=background-color: #FFC000; color: #4a4a4a; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 7px; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: justify; opacity: 1; width: 262px; padding-left: 100px; padding-right: 50px;] ( this captain goes down with the ship, all hands on deck, stand hip-to-hip. i shout the orders, "shoot to kill!" i'm dressed to thrill, i'm dressed to thrill. and all my enemies, i want their eyes to see their captain walk the plank, destroy them, rank by rank )[/style] [style=background-color: #FFFFFF; color: #4a4a4a; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 11px; text-transform: none; text-align: justify; opacity: 1; width: 392px; margin-top: -12px; padding: 10px; border-top: 10px solid #D1D1D1;] He never expected it. No wisdom in the world prepared him for this. Yet the man remained composed and allowed the Princess to speak while he thought of something. Still, this was troubling. She was about to strike, but something clicked in her mind. Perhaps he held some hope of having her regain her memories. But not right now... No, the situation was too delicate...even if she mentioned him being the leading man. He would've stated that she remembered, but she technically didn't. "Ah, my apologies. What were they saying about these distortions? Memory loss, perhaps? But now I remember. Indeed, the Lady Ashe had taken her life. Though a remarkable resemblance, it would be impossible for her to be you." His words rang true in a sense; this woman was no longer the Ashe he knew. Hmm, this was a tricky situation. "Then you are...Amalia, the leader of the Resistance?" He took a chance; he wanted to see where her memory laid before her. She obviously held knowledge of Rabanstre and Archades, so she hadn't lost her memory...but perhaps she...had an identity crisis. It was worth a shot. Balthier had taken a few slaps to the face before. Not that he'd like to. A Leading Man must always keep appearances, after all. [/style][style=background-color: #FFBB00; color: #4a4a4a; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 11px; text-transform: none; text-align: justify; opacity: 1; width: 392px; margin-top: -12px; padding: 10px; border-top: 10px solid #D1D1D1; border-bottom-left-radius: 25px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 25px; border-bottom-right-radius: 25px; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 25px;] TAGS :: Amalia LYRICS :: rum is for drinking, not for burning by senses fail. NOTES :: :'D YAY [/style]

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[Yuffie Kisaragi]

The pirate's words seemed to soothe the anger that boiled inside of her. Apologies went a long way with this woman, perhaps too far. She simply nodded at firts, giving a slight mummer or agreement as Balthier spoke about the similarities between herself and the late Princess. Of course Amalia didn't see it, but this was not the first time she was mistake for the Desert Rose... In fact it happened almost every time she spoke with someone from Ivalice. Odd

She gave a slight nod when Balthier spoke her name. "Yes, I am known as Amalia." She paused as her weary eyes shifted from side to side, a cautious move. For a brief few moments while she looked around, Amalia's racked her brains. Trying to remember where she met Balthier. For a while it did not come to her, she was barely able to suppress the triumphant cry of joy. They met in the Garamscythe Waterway. A long time ago, when she was trying to over throw Vayne... Yes that had to be a while ago. Lord Vayne died quite some time ago. A mysterious death at that.

"However I would prefer my true goals to be kept secret in such a place like this." She finally said once she was sure no one of importance was around. The only people she could see was the occasional Bangaa. Although their weapons could only be described as unruly with the bloodstains, and occasional tints of rust, the Resistance Leader could tell they were simple head hunters. And she doubted that Archadia knew of her plans... For now.

"And what brings you to Archadia Balthier? It is a long way from the sewers of Dalmasca. Which if I remember correctly you love to wander around." She said with a slight sparkle in her eye. It was surprisingly amusing to mock the man, in a friendly manner of course. Amalia did not know why but she had a feeling she could trust this pirate. Which was saying a lot due to his trade.

[Balthier]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background: url(http://i52.tinypic.com/otj5sn.jpg); background-color: #FFB000; border-top-left-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 50px; border-top-right-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 50px; border-bottom-right-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 50px; padding: 10px, bTable] [style=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x48/strawberrysplash376/con_balthier01.jpg); opacity: 0.7; border-top-left-radius: 25px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 25px; height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [style=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x48/strawberrysplash376/con_balthier01.jpg); opacity: 0.8; height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [style=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x48/strawberrysplash376/con_balthier01.jpg); opacity: 0.9; height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [style=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x48/strawberrysplash376/con_balthier01.jpg); opacity: 1; border-top-right-radius: 25px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 25px; height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [style=background-color: #D1D1D1; color: #FFBB00; font-family: arial black; font-size: 30px; letter-spacing: -3px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; opacity: 1; width: 412px; line-height: 24px; margin-top: -3px; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 1px;] ( A PIRATE'S LIFE FOR ME ) [/style][style=background-color: #FFC000; color: #4a4a4a; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 7px; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: justify; opacity: 1; width: 262px; padding-left: 100px; padding-right: 50px;] ( this captain goes down with the ship, all hands on deck, stand hip-to-hip. i shout the orders, "shoot to kill!" i'm dressed to thrill, i'm dressed to thrill. and all my enemies, i want their eyes to see their captain walk the plank, destroy them, rank by rank )[/style] [style=background-color: #FFFFFF; color: #4a4a4a; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 11px; text-transform: none; text-align: justify; opacity: 1; width: 392px; margin-top: -12px; padding: 10px; border-top: 10px solid #D1D1D1;] His charms saved him, it seemed. Oh, it seemed like she 'remembered' something...though Balthier feared, by the look on her face, she was remembering something...but somewhat differently. He had met her under the guise of Amalia in those waterways, but she had known her real identity. Especially when she spoke next. Wonderful. Now he had to play along. If he didn't...Amalia would just push away the truth. "Indeed." He spoke simply. She was right, after all; talking about the resistance against Archades was, well, stupid within the said capitol itself. Especially worse in public. Balthier had also been watching. He was a known face, after all. He'd hate to run into nasty Head Hunters. Amalia spoke again and Balthier was a mix of amusement and somewhat irritation. "Wander? I prefer the term 'free'. As for that, I'm simply here to pick up something Vaan dropped off for me. Do you remember him? He was the little mouse that went along for the ride, hoping to have a part of the cheese, only to be caught by the trap." He was referring to when Archades caught them within the waterways. He assumed it was a safe route to go. "My ship has been docked here, it seems. How she got here I have not the slightest of ideas, but now she is within the protection of quite a number of those curs." Curs, of course, was referring to the head hunters. "I should ask you the same. What brings you here?" He was curious. [/style][style=background-color: #FFBB00; color: #4a4a4a; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 11px; text-transform: none; text-align: justify; opacity: 1; width: 392px; margin-top: -12px; padding: 10px; border-top: 10px solid #D1D1D1; border-bottom-left-radius: 25px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 25px; border-bottom-right-radius: 25px; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 25px;] TAGS :: Amalia LYRICS :: rum is for drinking, not for burning by senses fail. NOTES :: Does he ever say curs? Idek. [/style]

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[Yuffie Kisaragi]

Vaan... He was that boy? The blonde one... Yes, he was. The one with the vest. He had a brother, part of the Dalmasca army. Mind you the boy was a Dalmasca too, true blood. Fought for his own nation, although not in the most regal of ways. He resorted to the same means as Balthier and his ilk, thieves running among the sewers. Yet the very name brought back a surge of memories. Of tall towers with glowing crysts atop, dreams of being a sky pirate, of Bhujebera and claims of being the infamous Captain Basch fon Ronsenburg. Yet she didn't want to believe these memories were real. They scarred her. They weren't her own, they didn't belong to Amalia.

No they belonged to someone else. The primordial essence that lurked beneath the rash shell of Amalia. And it terrified Amalia so much to know that she was a shell, a pile of poorly altered memories created by magicks beyond either her or Ashe's understanding. So instead Amalia ignored it, pushed it under the carpet if you will. She didn't want to know that she wasn't real, nor did she want to face the fact that she would slowly wither away and rejoin her true place within Ashe's own personality. No one wanted to die. So she played the fool, more so to fool her self then Balthier. "Vaan, was he not that boy in the sewers with you and that Viera?' Amalia inquired, unwilling to accept her own memories. Maybe it was best to move on the conversation. Yes... It was a brilliant idea, after all no one truly cared for Vaan.

"Not that it matters, he was only an apprentice." It was her poor attempt at changing the conversation, and a potentially disastrous one at that. It could lead to corrections, ones that could spark more memories. So she rushed to her next point, eager to leave thoughts of Vaan behind her. "I come here in search of information, the kind that I doubt sky pirates could assist me with." Her eyes glanced once again to the head hunters. So these were the men hunting Balthier. She could see five of the Bangaa's in total, but there was no telling how many of them lurked in the shadows, waiting for Balthier to make a mistake.

Foolish they were, he would give them the slip and it would be a result of their own mistake. There was no doubt of that in Amalia's mind. She held the pirate in very high regards. It was not derived from his bounty, which was large enough to fund Amalia's own resistance. It was something deeper, stronger. Like a friendship that endured the trials of a war between the gods themselves. As oddly specific it may be, Amalia wanted to help this man. For what most would call old times sake, except for Amalia she barely remembered their own alliance before hand.

A little smile spread on her face. "If you wish, I think I may be able to assist you in retrieving the Strahl." The Resistance Leader said, her eyes still on the Head Hunters. Amalia was unpredictable. It might as well have been a violent urge to kill them all, or something as simple as a white rabbit to lead them away. In this state of torn personalities she was more unstable then a psychopath with a gun, one that was in desperate need of medications.