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tushanshu_ooc2016-01-17 10:17 pm
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"The Rozarrians played their part well. Instead of an outright attack, they fanned the flames in the resistance, driving them to action and forcing Vayne's hand. Not that Vayne wasn't already chomping at the bit for a fight."
Those military minded sorts, amirite? Balthier waved down an employee, ordering drinks and food.
"The battleground was to be the airspace above Rabanastre. And the Bahamut would be taking her maiden flight."
For a moment, Balthier's expression was something genuine. His brow furrowed and his mouth turned down at the corners. He didn't say anything about the Bahamut's creator - it had been a few months for him, but some wounds remained raw.
"We met you again aboard the ship. You and your brother had another little tiff about honour and whatnot and you know how these things go - six against one, it was hardly a contest." That was a bit of a lie - Gabranth could fight like a man possessed. Sometimes Balthier suspected that he was.
"Still, beaten as you were, you survived. It was the confrontation with Vayne that left you mortally wounded."
Balthier gave Gabranth one of his stares. For all the pirate seemed relaxed, his gaze could be very cold and very calculating.
"Whatever your shortcomings, your dedication to the little lordling was admirable."
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Still, it somewhat pales in comparison to what other failures he's endured as of late. It pales even further against the knowledge that he'd confronted Vayne — even if only in another life, another time, and even if it resulted in his own death — that he was able to exact some form of recompense against him.
(But is it truly another life, or is it a fate to which he's bound to return someday? In the Drabwurld he'd been told that time stood still in each shardbearer's home world, set only to flow again upon their return. But what if one never returned at all? What would become of his Ivalice if he continued to drift on like this, from one world to the next?)
When Balthier gives him his stare, Gabranth's own gaze is fixed downwards, a scowl writ clear on his face as he turns these thoughts over in his mind. At what he says next, however — at the word lordling — Gabranth's attention snaps back to him at once.
"Lord Larsa?"
Lord Larsa, who had likewise been summoned to fight for the Seelie cause; Larsa Solidor, whose shard had been found lifeless and dull, the last remnant of a shardbearer cast into the abyss between worlds... Gabranth's head swims.
"What's become of him?" He doesn't yet dare to let himself hope, but there is an urgency in his tone that cannot be missed.
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"Larsa yet lives. You entrusted his safety and your identity to your brother on your deathbed."
The stare returned.
"To be honest, I can't tell if it was an act of forgiveness or a last ditch effort at vengeance. Whatever the case, Basch Fon Ronsenburg is a dead man, as far as most of Ivalice is concerned. Well played, your honour."
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"I had thought..."
The words slip past his lips before he can think to stop them. He cuts himself short, furrowing his brow again, and sighs deeply.
"So I am dead, and Basch yet lives." Try as he might, he can't quite keep his lip from curling at the thought. "And Vayne lies fallen... I suppose, then, it was worth it in the end."
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He shrugged, reclining again in his seat. "What was it you had thought?" The little slip hadn't gotten by the pirate. He felt some sympathy for the Judge - he wasn't completely heartless. But Balthier's sympathies could only go so far to a man had dug much of his own hole.
Though don't we all? was the unwanted thought that intruded so neatly into his brain. Balthier shoved it back. He'd mastered the art of repression a long time ago.
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"I suppose it already has."
Does that make it meaningless to find solace in the knowledge that Larsa is safe, and Vayne is dead? If that only holds true for one version of them... He doesn't know what to think.
He doesn't know how best to answer Balthier's question, either. There's so much to explain, and just the thought of it makes him feel wearier than he has in weeks.
"Almost a full two years on from my arrival in the Drabwurld..." Gabranth trails off for just a moment, pressing his lips into a thin line before he continues. "Lord Larsa arrived there as well, snared by the same forces which had taken me from Ridorana."
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He sobered quickly, however. No sense in getting Gabranth worked up. The man's fuse was shorter than a gnats pubic hair.
"Still, you haven't gone into much detail about this 'Drabwurld'. And what of the Lord Larsa brought to you there? Did he reveal nothing or was he brought from a similar timeframe as your good self?"
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Nevertheless, the scowl is still on his face as he answers, "He made no mention of my death, if that is your meaning. Beyond that... I do not know."
It wouldn't surprise him, after all, if Larsa were to lie to him about such a thing...so perhaps it's meaningless, in the end. Gabranth takes a deep breath before he speaks further.
"In ages past, a great war was fought in the Drabwurld over a gem of incredible power — the Uaine Cridhe. But the gem shattered, and its shards were flung to distant worlds... Ivalice among them." Without thinking, his hand goes to his breast, and his voice gains a bitter edge. "One of these shards rests within me — within Lord Larsa — and it was for this reason that we were taken, to fight a war for the fey rulers of the Drabwurld."
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He listened now, more intently. Either Gabranth had lost his mind which, all things considered, was a great possibility, or this was something that had actually happened. Considering Balthier was now trying to make himself at home on the back of a giant turtle with his soul stuck in an admittedly rather fantastic looking ring, he was inclined to believe the latter. He doubted Gabranth was lying, at least. He knew the man didn't have the imagination.
"I don't need to tell you just what this Uaine Cridhe reminds me of. Have you suffered any unusual side effects from its presence? ....Aside from being dragged to another world."
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"The shards themselves held a great power," he says quietly. "Some learned to harness that power for their own, but even those who did not... The natives of that world, fey and hume alike, could see such power at a glance. There was nary a corner of the Drabwurld where shardholders were not feared for their power, or respected for it, or reviled, oft in equal terms."
He speaks in the past tense, for now that he's found himself in this world... Does his shard yet remain within him? The pull that had ached so strongly he feared his breast might be torn in two is entirely gone; had it returned to the Uaine Cridhe after all? And if it had, what does that mean for him — or Ivalice?
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"Have any of your abilities returned to you yet? It was a good week before I could even pull off a simple vanishing spell."