[Balthier's been keeping the forge on for the live news feed, propped up behind him as he snipes things from the rooftop.]

These 'fairytales'...  I may not have had the pleasure of reading one, but I take it they usually don't come this... monstrous?  The City is all but overrun with them.

Ah, now there's a familiar face.

[That familiar face happens ( Read more... )

I suppose Anatole could hardly let a week go by without some bloodshed. I'd fear for the population, but it seems able enough.

What news from our faithful patrol? I doubt recent events have escaped your notice.

If this is someone's idea of a joke, it's done in poor taste. I like my ale as much as the next sky pirate, but I hadn't a drop in me when I saw more than one of the same little girl last night ( Read more... )

[And here's a Balthier, having left his Forge on and apparently on a ruined marble column. For anyone who's been curious, apparently, Balthier hasn't been going to the ruins this much for nothing. What you see may not be much-- mostly large bits of scrap metal and one very large ring made out of dull metal, but it's clear he's working on creating a ( Read more... )

[The Forge clatters down to the floor, presenting a worm's eye view of leather trousers-- leading to a cursing Balthier clutching his left arm. There's a lot of red in that previously white linen sleeve. Unaware of the video feed, he simply sits on the bed. He's tied off his upper arm with what appears to be a spare belt, like a tourniquet.]

Of all ( Read more... )

"Faatherrr," a childish voice exclaims. There's a view of expensive burgundy brocade then tilting up to see a scholarly face.

"Not now, Ffamran." A large hand descending, ruffling short hair.

"But--"

"I'll take you to the theatre, next week, if you behave for the rest of this one."  A hand dips into a pocket, producing a tiny model of an airship, ( Read more... )

[Balthier will just be tossing this watch up in the air and catching it one-handed- it was liberated from a passing rich man, really. He'd finally gotten the hang of these odd new powers he'd gotten and turning his hand immaterial at will has been passably fruitful.]

Odd...

[Balthier picks up a book and watches it fall straight through his hand and to the floor with a thump, simply picking it back up again. His quarters appear less than lived in, though he's acquired a great variety of metal parts from somewhere, it seems.  After ascertaining that his hand is indeed incorporeal at the moment, he turns and ( Read more... )

[Looks like Balthier is outdoors, this time, possibly at the outskirts of the ruins, in fact.]Vampires and wolves that aren't. Exploring the ruins seems to get livelier each week. Could do with fewer bonus Marks, certainly. I suppose acquiring more firepower is only prudent. To that end, if you're interested in the company, I usually set out for ( Read more... )

[The lighting is poor, but that definitely seems to be Balthier, possibly in his room, and a worktable full of various clockwork parts and trinkets-- not all of which may have been sold to him ( Read more... )