Long Goodbye

[love_and_donuts]

...Miles...

((Vash got yelled at for making several mistakes at work, anybody else who works as a Farmhand! Feel free to notice. He's also walking around like a zombie and wearing his eyeglasses everywhere, hiding his eyes because of the glare they provide. He's missed two mornings of exercising, Ranulf! Got up too late and all. He dropped $80 at

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[leadsneverdie]

*after drink number too-many*

Don't suppose your liver would like you to call it a night?

[love_and_donuts]

*hiccup*

...No, it's totally fine.

*swigs*

Wha's yer name.

[leadsneverdie]

At the moment, I'd like to call myself the Voice of Reason.

As it stands, I'm simply Balthier.

[love_and_donuts]

Balthier...

Do you live in the'partments? Nice place. *goofy and, because his eyes are obscured by his glasses, kinda creepy grin* I live there.

'll by m'self.

[leadsneverdie]

Naturally. The machine fellow over there is my roommate.

Yourself, hm.

[love_and_donuts]

That's really nice.

Roommates are.

They're nice.

[leadsneverdie]

[He orders a drink, then turns around with his back to the bar.]

Well. Half the populace of this island mope because some people disappeared. I come in for a drink and find someone who looks three seconds from the floor. I'd call that less than a coincidence.

Accurate assessment so far?

[love_and_donuts]

...

...Heh... You're a smart guy, Balthier. *for some reason, part of Vash's slur is gone - does he just act drunk, or is he actually drunk? a mystery for the ages*

[leadsneverdie]

And suddenly you're not drunk. *sip* Will wonders never cease.

[love_and_donuts]

Oh, I'm full of wonders.

That's why I wear this coat here. My body, see. Covered in scars, it is. *sip*

...I don't tell many people that.

[leadsneverdie]

Keeping such things to yourself, hm? Can't say I blame you. Sounds like far too many questions to me.

[love_and_donuts]

*makes a sound like a "humph" and a chuckle at the same time*

...I have enough of those inside my head, that's for sure. But the more I question, the more I wonder if I'm better off just not knowing.

*cringes slightly, out of the blue*

*thinks* It feels...like I'm TALKING to him, right now...

*takes another swig to hide that little episode*

[leadsneverdie]

Can't say I've got anything to beat that. So many scars, yet their stories remain silent.

*he takes another few drinks*

Closest I have is the story of how I got here. Haven't a clue, but I certainly wasn't walking in here.

*thinks*And there's something I hadn't mentioned since I got here.

[love_and_donuts]

*genuinely curious* What do you mean, you weren't walking?

[leadsneverdie]

*takes another few swigs to finish off the glass before he starts*

Well, everyone who shows up here seems to wander in from the woods. I had the good fortune to appear bleeding and broken and likely half an hour from greeting Zalera myself. Hardly a fitting entrance for the leading man.

Of course, I was told this in retrospect; someone found me and brought me to the church. I was here maybe a week or two before many knew I was ever here.

Missed what I heard was a good festival, too. The gods enjoy toying with me, it seems.

[love_and_donuts]

*listens to the whole tale*

*a small smile* ...I enjoyed it. I think there might be more in the future, so you'll see one, I'm sure of it.

Still, I'll have to agree with you on the whole gods not liking you...thing. I'm not sure which of us is in more conflict with the memories we may regain and the answers we're going to find.