BALTHIER BUNANSA [done]bhujerbaJuly 27 2009, 16:14:57 UTC
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JOURNAL POST; Quite a fat lot of transfers this year, aren't there? But I suppose there's nothing wrong with a little fresh blood, anyway.
Well, anyway. Welcome, welcome, to all those new little freshies and all these out-of-nowhere transfers. For those who don't know me, my name is Balthier. For those who do--well. Sorry for drilling it into your head a bit more.
I suppose that I could be offering my "scholastic expertise" to the rest of you, but it seems I was beaten to the punch by several other students. Hopefully you won't judge me too much if I choose not to shoulder the "model, welcoming student" baggage, yes? Wonderful.
THIRD-PERSON SAMPLE;
Not exactly the cleanest of getaways, was this? the man thought--he thought as he sat down at the very bottom, at the lowest of low, rotting in the dungeons of the Nalbina fortress.
Of course, I wouldn't quite call it a getaway, seeing how we haven't outed ourselves quite yet.
Well, not exactly rotting, per se. There was still water. He still had some energy. He had only been there for, what, an hour? Barely any time had passed at all, and here he was. Complaining to himself in the middle of the Estersand. (Not that this was anything new, anyway.)
That bratty little street rat--Vaan, was it--lay unconscious in the middle of the room. But he was breathing, at least. It was a rather pressing (relief in itself) assurance that when he awoke, Balthier would have to lug him back over to Rabanastre once more. He wasn't exactly sure when he made the job change from free-for-all sky pirate to the resident nanny, but he couldn't exactly bring himself to care.
He leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms. The dungeon smelled of filth, of bangaa corpses and hume excrement (oh, yes. The people of the Nalbina dungeons were really the epitome of the life of party), but as he looked around, he couldn't help but notice. The people... in there. They were not... murderers. They were not "disrupters of order." They were... normal people. People who probably asked an Archadian soldier to pay before he started eating a farmer's produce, or people who did not bow fast enough when a Judge entered the room. Those were the kinds of people trapped in this place. Petty thieves, men who were one kids who scrounged about for food and money. They were the people trapped in the Nalbina dungeons.
To tell the truth, as Fran searched about for an exit and as Balthier kept watch over Vaan--he couldn't help but... feel a bit of remorse. Feel a little guilty that he was probably the most notorious criminal here--and yet he knew that in no time flat, he would be walking free.
Such a feeling was not suited to a man of aristocratic stature, was what the Archadians would have said.
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JOURNAL POST; Quite a fat lot of transfers this year, aren't there? But I suppose there's nothing wrong with a little fresh blood, anyway.
Well, anyway. Welcome, welcome, to all those new little freshies and all these out-of-nowhere transfers. For those who don't know me, my name is Balthier. For those who do--well. Sorry for drilling it into your head a bit more.
I suppose that I could be offering my "scholastic expertise" to the rest of you, but it seems I was beaten to the punch by several other students. Hopefully you won't judge me too much if I choose not to shoulder the "model, welcoming student" baggage, yes? Wonderful.
THIRD-PERSON SAMPLE;
Not exactly the cleanest of getaways, was this? the man thought--he thought as he sat down at the very bottom, at the lowest of low, rotting in the dungeons of the Nalbina fortress.
Of course, I wouldn't quite call it a getaway, seeing how we haven't outed ourselves quite yet.
Well, not exactly rotting, per se. There was still water. He still had some energy. He had only been there for, what, an hour? Barely any time had passed at all, and here he was. Complaining to himself in the middle of the Estersand. (Not that this was anything new, anyway.)
That bratty little street rat--Vaan, was it--lay unconscious in the middle of the room. But he was breathing, at least. It was a rather pressing (relief in itself) assurance that when he awoke, Balthier would have to lug him back over to Rabanastre once more. He wasn't exactly sure when he made the job change from free-for-all sky pirate to the resident nanny, but he couldn't exactly bring himself to care.
He leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms. The dungeon smelled of filth, of bangaa corpses and hume excrement (oh, yes. The people of the Nalbina dungeons were really the epitome of the life of party), but as he looked around, he couldn't help but notice. The people... in there. They were not... murderers. They were not "disrupters of order." They were... normal people. People who probably asked an Archadian soldier to pay before he started eating a farmer's produce, or people who did not bow fast enough when a Judge entered the room. Those were the kinds of people trapped in this place. Petty thieves, men who were one kids who scrounged about for food and money. They were the people trapped in the Nalbina dungeons.
To tell the truth, as Fran searched about for an exit and as Balthier kept watch over Vaan--he couldn't help but... feel a bit of remorse. Feel a little guilty that he was probably the most notorious criminal here--and yet he knew that in no time flat, he would be walking free.
Such a feeling was not suited to a man of aristocratic stature, was what the Archadians would have said.
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- Join paedeia, paedeiaooc, and paedeialogs with your character journal. You may join the OOC community with your regular journal, if you wish.
- Take a look at the scheduling page and fill in the independent study requirement.
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