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[I will get this blog up and running, hopefully brimming with drafts even though thats a sort of bad thing. I'm getting into Fran's character more than my other's now.]

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Balthier:

♔ in character.

He’d note the fading smile but not take it personally, knowing that the woman wasn’t much of an emotional one. A shame [as it made her hard to read], but it made her who she was— who knows, were she an emotional mess, he may come to resent rather than respect her.

  And that just wouldn’t do at all(!), seeing that they’d formed such a tight-knit alliance over the years.

❝Not here, eh? What a shame.❞

 One paying his way of speaking any close mind would hear a sort of sarcasm dripping heavily from his voice like mercury dripping out of a cracked thermometer— both were lethal and should probably just remain within their enclosement.

  Too bad Balthier so easily let this venom slip.

❝I suppose that gives us more time to catch up, then… Whoever ‘he’ was, surely he could not have been so important that he not be here now?❞

▲ ☾▲ Armour-clad arms took hold of each other as there was another movement of her head; the movement meant the opposite to what she had done before.

 ❝He fears for his life.❞ Her voice remained montone, though it had a sharp end to it. 

This wouldn't have been the case if the man had showed up to the previous promised rendezvous. Crimson shifted away from the serpentine irises.

❝You are going help me?❞ His help would be appreciated, of course, though she doubted that he would get any personal gain from this.

 ❝He is slippery, but not slippery enough. He will be caught soon, like a rat running to a mouse-trap.❞

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Balthier:

♔ in character.

  Noting the smile, he snorted, arms crossing [in that smug “i-know-everything-you-don’t” kind of way]. ❝Is my business here intriguing?❞ he repeated in a purr, hiding his being hurt by not being immediately recognised.

   The smile would extend slightly as he shook his head. ❝No, no; I was just running about town, hoping to find some fools to cheat of their riches [alas, I found none]… but you should tell me what you’re doing. Are you looking for somebody?❞

  「 We haven’t seen each other in so long that it only seems fitting to worry about your doings and findings(!) Must you be so stoic? 」

▲ ☾▲ The sky pirate's activites were no different than before.

It was to be expected. After all, the reason for being such a profession is not just for freedom that they sought in the skies, there is also wealth and infamous reputations to obtain. The duo has all of these. Though one stands out most than the others.

The Viera simply nodded to Balthier's question, her little smile soon melting away and returning to it's normal state; a straight line.

❝I'm afraid he is not here.❞

That somebody's debt was quite overdue, and somehow they must've slipped out of this town without her knowing. Well she had a lot of time on her hands, a few games of cat and mouse won't trouble her much.

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Balthier:

♔ in character.

 An olivine gaze returned her own as the pirate lifted an eye, huge grin [well, huge for him, at least] spreading across his face as a look of recognition brushed over his face. ❝Fran—!❞ he exclaimed, raising a brow at the Viera.

❝Fancy seeing your rabbit-ass around these parts… What brings you here?❞ Really, seeing her brought to him some…. undescribable emotion, like jubilation and recognition, all tangled in a big mess.

  So many questions, so little time. Would she recognise him, too? It was up to fate to decide.

▲ ☾▲ A small movement with the corners of the Viera's lips formed a subtle and somewhat amused smile. The voice was all too familiar and she recognised it almost fairly quickly as it spoke her name. Though it was very odd for her to not recognise the sky pirate's unique sense of fashion at first. 

❝Balthier,❞ she was, as you call it, excited, to see the man again, but her tones of speech mainly consisted of not much expression, ❝It is nice to see you, again. My business here is not very interesting, if I was to tell you.❞ The Viera was far used to his act of sass.

❝Is your business here intriguing?❞

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▲ ☾▲ The Viera seemed to move smoothly with her long strides, despite the limited space that her surroundings offered her, as she weaved through masses of moving, rushing bodies. 

Her structure, being taller than most, allowed her to gaze atop people's heads and see what catches her interest. It also lessened the struggle on spotting the person she was looking for somewhat.

An armoured-clad arm roughly pushed against one of the passer-by's, and a crimson glance was given to the unfortunate being that she had came into contact with.

❝Sorry.❞ Was the word she spoke softly. She was not the one to exchange small talk, even if it was a mere apology.