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Thread: [Final Fantasy XII] Dreams To Dream

Balthier tried to take no notice of the fighting going on in the next compartment, but he heard no calls for help. Pulling back on the controls the Strahl rose sharply, one soldier midway into rushing Fran fell backwards and grabbed onto the ramp as it took off. Balthier pulled another switch and the ramp began to close, crushing the man's hand before having to let go and falling the two-story drop. The Strahl continued up into the blue cloudy sky, it's wings disengaged from their curled in positions and spread out, ready for high-speed flight. Spread your wings... Balthier handled the throttle, focused ahead on the sky, they would flee to Dalmasca, certainly more hospitable and outside of Archaedes grasp. Balthier pushed the throttle forward hard, gunning the engines, and Fly! he exclaimed dramatically. The Strahl smoothly flew forth, en route to the neighboring kingdom of Dalmasca. The ground had become a blur. Balthier turned about in his chair, A fine job my accomplice. He complimented, smiling as he laid back into the headrest.
Thread: [Final Fantasy XII] Dreams To Dream

She kept her balance as the ship shuddered and then rippled through the air to begin their course, making her way to the front of the vessel. The borrowed weapon was laid back to rest within the bed of straw from which it came. You've planned the fates to play your story. Fran said to the man, impressed with the ship, the situation, and the uncertainty of everything. She ducked beneath the frame leading into the cockpit where he awaited her to spare her ears. Looking about the room and its controls from where she stood, Fran took only a step closer before leaning against one of its passenger seats to regard him. How quickly was I to play a part. A hand went up to smooth back a portion of her ivory tresses. Her formal attire would seem to be most suitable to the new profession she had rushed into. She would change to it at the next best opportunity. So quick were you to judge that I would not leave you to abandon. How? She inquired. He might have been an able warrior, too, but he had relied on her so completely that he might have been left utterly unguarded.
Thread: [Final Fantasy XII] Dreams To Dream

Balthier crossed his arms, taking into account each of Fran's questions. The Strahl sailed smoothly through the sky, well above the clouds now, away from danger. Luckily the Arcaedian task force had decided to come to the Aerodome on foot. He smiled at her regarding of his story, so she played along with his game. Perhaps... I had a good feeling about you. He swiveled in his chair, regarding the blue sky in the canopy as they sailed their way through it. I do have to test your competence somehow, and this ship has a few tricks of her own if my intuitions were not correct. He flipped a switch on the console, standing up and regarding Fran at full height. He smiled fully at her as he returned to the rear compartment, speaking to her over his shoulder as he went through the doorway, Besides, the leading man always has something to rely on at the last moment if all else fails. He patted the gun in its holster on his thigh, walking smoothly. The sky pirate regarded everything within the ship as he walked down the hall, past the boarding stairs. Truth be told, Balthier had dealt with the Viera before on his missions as a judge, mysterious folks they were, not quick to trust others. He could very well have been wrong about Fran, he may very well still be. There are more tests to come my friend. He called out to her across the ship as he made his way to the back lounge and fitting rooms. He went into the pantry and withdrew a piece of fruit, taking a bite of it, he weighed his next movements out. If you haven't figured it out already, the Archadian judges are after me and my ship... Dalmasca should make a good refuge, given we have clearance to land. He informed her of the essentials for now, chewing on the soft red fruit in his hand. I'm thinking about acquiring more vehicles... He said.
Thread: [Final Fantasy XII] Dreams To Dream

She followed, though part of her attention had strayed to the view and the console they left behind. It was just as important to see the rest of what the ship had to offer. Besides, along the passage there would still be more time. More if she and he both chose to stay thereafter Dalmasca. The gun at his side was duly noted. Playing the lead role in his own fantasy might have very well lent him a sort of invulnerability to various dangers. Such a thing would have been unrealistic had there not been a good amount of credibility to his back up plans. She has been stolen from the hold of Archades, Fran spoke, stating the obvious as she ventured into the lounge. From everything she had gathered and the writing upon the ad, it made the most sense. There was still space and various places to be furnished. The decor and presentation of inside and out were modest. He did not appear to be a modest person. Recently, at that. Still he possessed intentions to take more. He was no ordinary thief. Her name? It was the way of people to breath life into valuable things. Everything, animate and inanimate, possessed a name and sometimes even a title, as if name's were not enough. Fran leaned against a counter surrounding the area of cupboards but she did not sit, setting her long nails clattering over the dark granite once. What is your plan there? What shall Dalmasca cling to? He was free to keep his secrets as surely as she, but there were other points of interest she had right to know. His plans or what he would decide to surprise her with next, for instance. The next trial will test and reward us both. That is the share of the accomplice you sought, is it not? He might have known of some treasure, or at least possessed some form of compensation, for the journey she had just rashly boarded upon. Fran was not to become easy prey to his thievery, but what he had planned, or not planned, might have been worth the adventure itself.
Thread: [Final Fantasy XII] Dreams To Dream

She is the Strahl. Balthier answered, coming also to the counter, he took a similar stance as he leaned against it, though he did not tap his nails against it. He looked her straight in her fair face testingly. She was indeed stolen recently. I once had free entrance to Archaedes. He knew she had no idea of his past, and he would not give that information up easily. As if anyone could make the connection between him and Doctor Cid, his father. Fran was an interesting creature to be sure, easy on the eyes, her facial expression rarely changed. You've got me wrong, Franny. He tried on the pet-name, still staring her in the eyes with a charm only he could master, I never said I had a plan. But I hear things in local taverns... His words lingered as he looked at her, trying to capture something in those eyes. It would be a closer proximity the Viera was not accustomed to to be sure, he took a last bite of the fruit, gnawed away to the core now. Balthier backed off, disposing of the finished food, he stalked about the room, straightening out his billowy white shirt and gold vest. There are rumors of a new vehicle, a hovering contraption, it would come in handy for heists. We'll investigate once we arrive. He informed her.
Thread: [Final Fantasy XII] Dreams To Dream

The Strahl. A good name for a good ship. They met at eye level from across the small island of space while he divulged just a glimpse what could very well have been his greatest treasure. It seemed that there would be more to come. Had he been an officer or guard or something more, there in Archaedes? If she stayed long enough to learn she may know. Now was not that time. Her nose wrinkled slightly at the strange name he used on her. Shame that the word Balthier could not be so easily manipulated. Her mind was not suited for devleoping clever little teases. Even if it was, she would be hard pressed to use them. What point was there in it? Despite the vague distaste she held for the nickname he addressed her by, Fran held her ground along with her gaze. Those amber eyes betrayed nothing more than her clarity upon the situation and the desire to see it through. Living in the moments this individual brought with him might very well prove more interesting within a day than the time spent alone in a month. It already had. A wealth of information often lies at the bottom of an empty pitcher. She was curious about this new machine mentioned now. Of all the new things in Ivalice she could experience, machines seemed to hold a special place. They could take to the skies. These ears may not hear the whispers of the Wood, but the chatter of men never cease. She made her way towards the screens along the fitting rooms with that pack she had brought to go behind them, excusing herself, A moment. It would be best to change now and be better ready for anything.
Thread: [Final Fantasy XII] Dreams To Dream

Balthier smiled a bit at her little metaphor, she was awkward, but wise. Indeed. He said, I'm sure those things will come in handy in the future. He came to the two fitting rooms of the Strahl as Fran occupied one of them, curious about what she wanted to change into. That casual wear she had didn't seem to fit his style at all, made her look quite simple aside from her extra extremities oversized nails and all. Balthier toyed with the idea of peeking over the screen as Fran changed, but immediately thought against it. Looking like some desperate jerk was not part of his story. He pursed his lips as he listened to the shuffling of clothes, putting one leg up and leaning against the opposite wall, he could see her brown-skinned heels beneath. Hrm... He mumbled thoughtfully despite himself, scratching behind his ear. The Strahl jerked suddenly, had the auto-pilot turned off? The jerk was followed by an alarm, proximity alarm. Something had closed in close to the ship. Can't be there already... Balthier remarked, stalking briskly out of the room and away from perverted thoughts. He took a seat at the driver's seat, looking about the canopy. Clear skies... Another thud issued throughout the Strahl . A great thunder of powerful wings was heard overhead even beyond the rushing air as the ship sped. Wyrms! We ran into a school! A single black wyrm flew above and screeched at the canopy angrily, the rest of the family not far behind no doubt. It was the equivalent of rattling a hornet's nest. Balthier took control of the ship, pushing the yoke forward and going into a dive. Hang on! He called out behind him.
Thread: [Final Fantasy XII] Dreams To Dream

He hovered nearby. She found it somewhat amusing that he would have nothing better to do or distract himself with on a ship so spacious than wait on her. Nonetheless, she took her time without too much concern for his prescence. He did not ire her with his eyes. The metal leatherette armor that she had been given and crafted from her time as a true Viera was still something special to her, knowing that it was the last of those gifts and that which truly belonged to her. It was a material thing, for she possessed her knowledge and skill sets, but there was some comfort in it. It was after she had pulled back the mane of white and begun to place her helm that the rock came over the body of the Strahl. Her hand braced against the mirror for balance and she sat to fix her heel support hurriedly. The switch in attire came not a moment too soon. Bursting out from the fitting room, feeling more herself than ever in the sudden situation, Fran quickly made her way back to the central area. It was not a simple task when the ground was fickle about which plane it chose to level at. Her hand caught the edge of the door frame as the nose began to point directly downwards, and she dropped to catch a seat and swing into the co-pilot's place. What are her defenses? Fran asked as her eyes scanned over the panel to find them herself, touching the things that she had seen before or bore some familiarity with comparing other models. A YPA design, with some modifications that made it one of a kind. The turrets? Her fingers were already flipping the more logical switches that might culminate to such an expenditure of energy, escape or offense.
Thread: [Final Fantasy XII] Dreams To Dream

Almost all of Balthier's attention was fixed upon keeping the Strahl stable through the sharp dive. He gritted his teeth, holding the shaking yoke. I... Haven't fixed her with weapons... Balthier admitted, still wrestling with it. He turned the ship into a spiral so as to confuse the rogue wyrm chasing them down. The shrill screeches of the rest of the creature's family could be heard, not far behind. The pilot did not dignify Fran with an explanation to a pirate ship not having any armaments, whether he was embarrassed or too caught up in keeping them from getting clipped out of the sky might have been hard to tell. The Strahl dove beneath the cloud line, dragon in hot pursuit, it's wings clipped to it's sides as it dove along with her. The rattling of the cockpit ceased if only for a moment as they came out from the clouds, wide plains sprawled beneath them, Dalmasca's cities off in the distance. I believe we should land... He said, biting his lip in determination he pulled back on the yoke, the ship slowly came out of it's dive, wyrms still hot on their table. Can't lose these ones.
Thread: [Final Fantasy XII] Dreams To Dream

No weapons? Fran echoed, admittedly a bit surprised at that fact. No wonder the signs had been coming back yellow. Escape it was. When that was not even feasible any longer, a more direct confrontation was inevitable. But against a school of Wyrms? We land, then what? Fran asked, sparing the pilot a wary glance from her panel. Mysterious and powerful though he might be, she was highly doubtful that even the best warrior would not fare well against a crowd of powerful dragons, or even a multitude of young ones. Unless he meant to leave the ship to the beasts while they made their own escape. That could not be an option. Go west, she began to suggest, There are obstacles along this desert that should aid us yet. An outcropping and network of towers, or the natural formations of rock that walled off various sections of one sandy plain to the next. A cradle of rocky labyrinth may hide a ship, provided we manuver well. Eyes darting along the rapidly progressing ground, trying to ignore the screeching howls of the creatures tailing them, Fran locked upon a prime location. There! She pointed to indicate its position, the darkness from a ravine among a rocky plateau evident. It was near impossible to spot from afar and at their level, but something had drawn her attention to it regardless. It looks just wide enough. It leads into a network of unknowns.
Thread: [Final Fantasy XII] Dreams To Dream

Balthier twisted the controls hard as a firey breath issued from above, attempting to cut off the ship in it's flight path. Balthier put on a calmer expression, We land, then work from there. He replied vaguely, pulling a lever, he retracted the wings to their original positions, the Strahl was now more maneuverable. He smiled as she put a marker down on the HUD, showing the plausible hiding spot, Excellent work... but why was it so dark? Another screech from the pursuing wyrms shook him from that thought. Time to act. Balthier piloted the ship, dodging and weaving amidst the flapping wings and hulking bodies, all after the same target. He dove low just before the plateau, aiming to cut into the canyon, Just wide enough is fine with me... He remarked cooly, but pulled up at the last second, leveling out above the canyon. His assumptions were right, that was mist down there. SOmething of a rarity. But it might just save them. He jerked the Strahl hard to the right, engines moaning as they sped along just above the rocks. A dragon circled around, coming directly at the Strahl. Bloody- No time for second thoughts, he pushed downwards, the Strahl dipped down into the dark mist... He cut the engines down to nothing hard, coming to a landing on the ground beneath the haze. The dragons circled above. Balthier was breathing visibly, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead with his sleeve. Well, that was interesting. The angered screeches could be heard above, the wyrms mad they did not get their revenge.
Thread: [Final Fantasy XII] Dreams To Dream

By the time she realized exactly why she knew and was drawn to note and discover the area she had indicated, they were already over it and with no other option. Mist! She could feel the fine hairs at the back of her neck and her tail standing on end before they had even plunged headlong into it. There is a way through these caverns and out again. There must be. Fran murmured to herself as her fingers danced over a screen she had pulled up along a portion of the console, the camera attempting to scan and zoom into the dark crevices and outlines before them to find or forge a path. For her, the danger was not passed. If anything, she had just begun to become urgent. The metal carapace that sheilded them from the outside could only ward off so much of the Mist. Its aura, presence, and scent, was everywhere. And in such heavy concentration. The hatch, Balthier. She told him, her voice tight and as restrained, composed, as she could muster. Too much longer, the length of time it would take to wait out the dragons circling overhead, and she would not be so controlled. I go to fight the Wyrms alone. I must get out. Attempting to focus, her hands clenched and unclenched as she looked down on them, the red haze beginning to affect her vision.
Thread: [Final Fantasy XII] Dreams To Dream

Fran...? Are you alright? He questioned her, but complied instantly. The urgency in her voice was unquestionable. Are you reacting to the mist? I don't think we can take off quite yet. Balthier weighed his options again, the Viera looked as if she might explode. The hatch hissed open at his command. He got up very slowly as she got worse. He backed up from the cockpit, pulling the gun from his holster. Could he shoot her? The unmistakably eery feeling of the mist roiled in the now open hatch. What could they do now? Balthier waited there, waiting for Fran's next action.
Thread: [Final Fantasy XII] Dreams To Dream

She could no longer muster the tolerance it took to apologize. That would have to wait until later. If he had not decided that she was too much of a risk to be abandoned by then. As the Mist rolled into the ship, her breathing grew heavier, ragged. Finally she jolted up and bolted out with a growl, hurtling past the Hume and desperately searching for the exit she knew of in her better mind before it was lost completely. So much Mist. She had never experienced such a heavy concentration of it, all at once, everywhere, from the very bottom of the ravine and filling towards the very top, overflowing and penetrating every corner and crevice of everything. A heavy spear had found its way into her hand before she rushed out, headlong into the bottom of the midst. From that point there was no place to escape it but up, so up she flew, her armor lending her the greatest agility that her lithe body was so capable of. She vaulted from ship to rock to rock, through the densest cloud of it all before escaping into the bright desert sun and air. And into its swarm of giant wyrm. It could have been suicide. It was. Had it not been for the empowering Mist that had driven her berserk. With a roar, the wyrm dived after the Viera, the spear finding home within any point that it could without discretion for thick hide or soft underbelly. Certain points allowed her to throw herself upward and onto the very back of the beast itself, a triple fold, Mist enchanced Magick unleashed and consuming the giant corpse before she escaped with a powerful leap to the next. The Mist wound and poisoned those that were knocked down into the ravine had they not been finished before the fall. Spells from the wyrm hurdled against and hurt her, singeing the tips of her hair or burning her skin, but she could not feel the pain and the signals to stop. Where the sky over the Strahl had once been dense with a ring of wyrm ravens, only two more remained. One fell and brought the spear down with it, implanted within its eye and penetrating into its skull. The other collided with the Viera head on, throwing her up into the air. Her descent brought with it a heavy blow downwards on the wyrm. Jumping back to brace herself for another blow, Fran's vision blurred and left a black void in its place, collaspsing after the forced bout.
Thread: [Final Fantasy XII] Dreams To Dream

As Fran collapsed, the Strahl came up from the mist, rotating about to the formation of dead dragon bodies littering the plateau. Balthier had almost missed the lithe form of his new recruit. The Strahl slowly lowered down, with the engines still running, Balthier leapt from the hatch to retrieve her... Fran would later find herself at an inn in Rabanastre of Dalmasca. A fire was going in the hearth. The mist has some significant properties... Perhaps I should have known better... Balthier wrang out a piece of cloth of cold water, feeling over her burn wounds. Nothing totally severe, but she would feel the worst of it after waking up no doubt. The blind rage he saw in her eyes was something he would learn to be fearful of, surely. He sat at a chair at her side on the bed, soaking over her burnt skin with the cool cloth.
Thread: [Final Fantasy XII] Dreams To Dream

A sleep of fatigue to shed the effects of the Mist upon her psyche was likely the only option for recovering herself. In any other circumstance the ability to unleash a certain expenditure of power may have been enough. In such cases channeling the Mist from her form through some sort of exertion was enough. The desert ravine being filled with the culmination, saturating everything and every escape, was another story. The first note that Fran became aware of before rousing was the scent of the firewood. It was sweet and aromatic. The ache from her burns, be it from the wyrm or her own spells, was next. Along with the cool cloth. Her armor, deceptive though it was in its cover and weight, had managed to ward off most of the damages. The sleeves to her attire had been removed in order to access the burn at her left shoulder which had penetrated through the material, and a portion of her slender legs had been afflicted along a small area of her calf and upper thigh. A groan accompanied the clearing of her head as she breathed in and opened her eyes. The injuries were nothing a good cure spell would not fix, provided she was feeling apt enough to execute them. Balthier.. Fran raised herself up to her elbows upon the bed she had been set upon with a wince, trying to sit up and somewhat disoriented. Had he remained with her after witnessing how the Mist ailed her? What of the wyrm horde? They had not needed to wait out the rest of their lives, challenging their patience with that of the group that had followed them, but at what cost? I did not.. attack you? She ventured, looking him over to be certain.
Thread: Lost and unknown (Treena and Krad_Nogard)

img Mint was walking along when she came upon a strange site. Curious she walks over to find a human man unconsious. She had heard stories about people from off world but never seen any before. She sniffed him and then began to touch his head. He definately was not from here. She poked him to see if he would wake up. Hello. was all she could muster. What was this creature doing here and why did he appear here in her favorite field to be alone. She waited for him to wake.
Thread: Lost and unknown (Treena and Krad_Nogard)

His eyes fluttered open slowly. He had medium length straight dark hair and pale skin. He looked up at her, but couldn't really see. Every muscle ached and he could hardly move. His throat was also shot, and unable to make any sound.