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· WHO: Balthier (andliesiweave) and Fran (nottheonlyend)
· WHAT: Balthier complains about the attacking to Fran, and then they go poking around.
· WHERE: ALL OVER. Starts in Room 17, Fran & Ashe's room (where Balthier happens to be staying to get away from River, who also attacked him once.)
· WHEN: [Backdated] November 22nd, Morning, after Vaan attacks him. (Real date: February 23rd)
· HOW: On-going, closed.
This was starting to get ridiculous, with these attacks. This was, what, the third time he'd been attacked since he'd gotten here? He was starting to doubt the notion that it was really a clone. He had been rather wary of that "truth-teller" of Vaan's when he had first acquired it, yet he pushed those thoughts out of his head.
Balthier had never put much faith in such things, and perhaps it was the personal bias which had steered his thoughts so quickly to it. But now, more than ever, he had been contemplating it.
What was the goal, in any of it? It didn't make sense.
Angry, confused, and also hurt, Balthier stalked off to the room he was staying with Fran. Everything that had happened - alright, almost everything - since he had gotten to this place had been completely terrible. He wanted to go back to treasure hunting in Rozarria where the worst that could have happened was an occasional fiend or guardian. Those he could deal with, but the notion that one of his friends was attacking him was harder to grasp, and more than he wanted to deal with.
"Fran," He called once he got there, a complaining note to his voice, "I am sick of being here."
· WHAT: Balthier complains about the attacking to Fran, and then they go poking around.
· WHERE: ALL OVER. Starts in Room 17, Fran & Ashe's room (where Balthier happens to be staying to get away from River, who also attacked him once.)
· WHEN: [Backdated] November 22nd, Morning, after Vaan attacks him. (Real date: February 23rd)
· HOW: On-going, closed.
This was starting to get ridiculous, with these attacks. This was, what, the third time he'd been attacked since he'd gotten here? He was starting to doubt the notion that it was really a clone. He had been rather wary of that "truth-teller" of Vaan's when he had first acquired it, yet he pushed those thoughts out of his head.
Balthier had never put much faith in such things, and perhaps it was the personal bias which had steered his thoughts so quickly to it. But now, more than ever, he had been contemplating it.
What was the goal, in any of it? It didn't make sense.
Angry, confused, and also hurt, Balthier stalked off to the room he was staying with Fran. Everything that had happened - alright, almost everything - since he had gotten to this place had been completely terrible. He wanted to go back to treasure hunting in Rozarria where the worst that could have happened was an occasional fiend or guardian. Those he could deal with, but the notion that one of his friends was attacking him was harder to grasp, and more than he wanted to deal with.
"Fran," He called once he got there, a complaining note to his voice, "I am sick of being here."