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Characters: Firion and Minwu.
Progress: Ongoing.
Summary: Meeting.
Location: Alexandria.
Date: Backdated!5th Feb. Because I am backdating like whoah. Screw you, rl- and I am so sorry, Ene.
Warnings: FF2 spoilers.

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Minwu was keeping one eye open. Though it appeared that he was perfectly oblivious, perfectly content to just read and hadn't a care in the world, he was actually primed. Yet not for Firion -- not quite. The wizard had simply remembered the growing dissatisfaction in Alexandria to the "sky people" and the culture of blame that had existed in regard to all of them. His free hand was curled around his stave - not to counter any possible altercation. Instead to leave.

Yet things had improved. The royal address to the citizenry had stopped attacks and general dissension yet it didn't stop him from being careful. It was characteristic of him, after all - care and due attention, to prepare against anything to come. Yet nothing came. Instead, the youth arrived. He raised his head from the paper lightly -- the same smile graced his features; icy eyes warming ever so at the sight of the youth that had saved his world, and seeing him oncemore.

"I have not been waiting long. There is no reason to worry." he responded evenly, allowing the other to take his time to sit, should he choose to. One could see by the fact the table was clear save for the newspaper that he indeed, hadn't. His eyes scanned the other's weapons, the number of them of course, and their detailing. The axes were rather reminiscent of Guy. The bow, Maria. The sword, Scott. Of course, Firion's own daggers were there - and the lance. Yes... hadn't Ricard used something very alike that, if not that very one?

And the shield. The most amused of chuckles came from the wizard, of course the kindest sort. No malice, least of all to him. He could only feel pride over what the other had made of himself. The smallest amount of regret admittedly at the fact the other hadn't lived the life he'd deserved thanks to his involvement in the rebellion, yet still. Firion would always surpass his expectation. This was no different.

"It appears you have trained well for Ultima... It is good to see you again."

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"Not quite. Though meeting you again and seeing how you constantly improve is as always, a pleasant surprise." he responded couteously, lifting his head as a hippowench came along to enquire as to what the pair wanted to drink. He elected for nothing. He never drank, not really - and even if he did order something, for the sake of not being asked to leave (since this was a pub), would likely pass it along to Firion.

He allowed the other to decide what he wanted and reclined in his chair, head turning toward the fireplace. He couldn't answer the question. Not really. After electing to fade, he had known nothing... just a silent calm. Not even aware of passage of time, he had little idea whether his soul had lingered, truly faded, whatever world he had been called into... not even any semblance of the passage of time.

"Well." he responded finally, eyes flicking back to the other. Well was about the only thing he could say. He felt well. He had not known what he truly felt back there, but it wasn't pain. It wasn't concience. Yet he was among the dead. He was no longer relevant, nor important. The living were the most important. Firion, Guy and Maria most of all.

"I would ask of your health, though you seem very well. Has this situation took a toll on you in other ways?" he asked. Obviously, Firion seemed just as healthy as he'd always been. Yet he couldn't help but be concerned over the youth- one who had endured a great amount of hardship and sacrifice, and lost a very good portion of his youth in combat, only to find his just reward swiped away before his very eyes with transportation to Gaia.