Thread, Closed
Characters: Balthier and Ashe
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: Balthier and Ashe meet up for the first time.
Location: Alexandria
Date: April 1803
Warnings: None, as of yet, but it is Balthier...
Hearing a familiar voice had certainly been a blessing. Of course it was nice that he had Fran with him, but that went without saying, and whilst seeing Penelo and Mjrn was wonderful, it was always good to know you were not the only one stuck in a boat you didn't wish to be sat in. Balthier had acquired himself a new shirt and a pair of boots, thanks to a good few gil he'd earnt, and felt rather comfortable in this place known as Alexandria. Which partially concerned him.
Getting comfortable will only lead to me becoming part of this Hell, he mused inwardly as he strode down the street, towards the inn Ashe had claimed she'd be at. Dressed in but a white shirt that was buttoned only by the two central buttons, his tight leather pants and those boots he'd gotten, his gun was strapped to his back. It was good to be able to seek out a friend in a sea of unfamiliar faces, yet his mind often wandered to Ivalice and her skies.
As he came near the inn, Balthier slid his hands through his perfectly styled hair, perhaps making it look better, if that was even possible, and smirked as he realised he was coming up behind the young royal. Reaching out his bare hands, which were quite on display with his sleeves pushed up to his elbows, he covered the woman's eyes from behind, leaning to her ear.
"Consider yourself kidnapped, Princess," he jested in whisper by her ear, chuckling a moment later as he released her, resting one hand on his hip and looking down to the girl, smiling.
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: Balthier and Ashe meet up for the first time.
Location: Alexandria
Date: April 1803
Warnings: None, as of yet, but it is Balthier...
Hearing a familiar voice had certainly been a blessing. Of course it was nice that he had Fran with him, but that went without saying, and whilst seeing Penelo and Mjrn was wonderful, it was always good to know you were not the only one stuck in a boat you didn't wish to be sat in. Balthier had acquired himself a new shirt and a pair of boots, thanks to a good few gil he'd earnt, and felt rather comfortable in this place known as Alexandria. Which partially concerned him.
Getting comfortable will only lead to me becoming part of this Hell, he mused inwardly as he strode down the street, towards the inn Ashe had claimed she'd be at. Dressed in but a white shirt that was buttoned only by the two central buttons, his tight leather pants and those boots he'd gotten, his gun was strapped to his back. It was good to be able to seek out a friend in a sea of unfamiliar faces, yet his mind often wandered to Ivalice and her skies.
As he came near the inn, Balthier slid his hands through his perfectly styled hair, perhaps making it look better, if that was even possible, and smirked as he realised he was coming up behind the young royal. Reaching out his bare hands, which were quite on display with his sleeves pushed up to his elbows, he covered the woman's eyes from behind, leaning to her ear.
"Consider yourself kidnapped, Princess," he jested in whisper by her ear, chuckling a moment later as he released her, resting one hand on his hip and looking down to the girl, smiling.