[Thread: Ongoing.]

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Who: Balthier, Fran, Basch and Snow. Briefly Ashe.
What: Setting off on a journey
Where: Rabanastre onwards...
When: Morning
Rating: TBA

NOTE: Let's do the order Balthier/Fran/Ashe/Snow/Basch when we get into it and when things progress we'll do Balthier/Snow/Basch/Fran?


He wasn't impressed. It'd taken a lot of convincing and Ashe had had to pay him a considerable amount before he agreed to it. Yet, in the end, he'd allowed the two men passage on his airship, for that substantial fee, and a promise of more upon their return. It was enough to support himself, Fran and their children for a good few years to come, really. Standing in the doorway of his airship, dressed in tight leather pants, a white shirt with the sleeves rolled back and boots, Balthier had his arms crossed over his chest and a disinterested expression on his face.

Carting their supplies onboard, Basch glanced Balthier over. "Try to look anymore laidback and you'll find yourself falling over," he murmured, smirking at the younger Hume. He had a new sword, since he'd leant his to Snow, but he was more than content with the weapon. It was large enough. Besides, he also had a bow, and he was quite certainly adept with that. Basch was dressed in his brothers armour but he had on his own clothing beneath it. He planned to remove the armour later on, when he was able to. Still, even without the helmet, no one would mistake him for himself. He was Noah Gabranth, after all. Not Basch fon Ronsenburg.

Ashelia was pottering about nervously outside the airship, surrounded by guards. "You'd better keep him safe. All of you. I shall not forgive his death." Her tone was hard but her face showed just how nervous she was. Her pale pink dress swept the floor as she moved, but she seemed to appeal to Fran more than anyone else as she stepped towards the motherly Viera, giving an awkward smile. "I know you are the only one mature enough to take charge on this journey, simply for your gender and birthright. Please, Fran... watch over him?"

However, all in all, it looked to be a pretty safe journey, especially with Balthier at the helm. The sky was clear, the course was set and nothing seemed particularly threatening, just yet. Things should run smoothly. Right?

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He reluctantly handed Nyxx over. Balthier wasn't worried for his safety or some such thing... he just prefered having the boy near. Almost like a comfort mechanism, even if he was cocky, self-assured and pretty well put together. Nyxx and Krja were like his comfort zone.

"Fran? Well, of course she will teach our King-to-be how to dance. I'd do it myself but I prefer my male partners to be smaller. A lot smaller." Perhaps it was a slight dig at Snow's height but it was a little bit of a private joke to Fran, too, concerning Squall's height. Or lack there of.

When Basch exited and Snow likely followed, however, Balthier remained inside with his wife and children. "Am I the only one with a desire to open wing?" A wicked smirk came to his face as he returned to his captain's seat, swiping Nyxx back on the way.

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Snow gathered himself, and leaped out after Basch, landing in a skidding crouch and catching himself before he slid off the wing. He straightened up, and smirked to Balthier, "Ah, well, I would be more the student than the partner, Balthier. You've got a lovely partner already." a gentlemanly nod to the Viera, and he turned his attention to Basch. Snow was light on his feet, and agile despite his size, so it was easy to balance, though the way he drew his sword was abyssmal and would likely have gotten him run through quickly in a real fight.

"How's this?" he looked to Basch for immediate correction, raising his brows.

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"I pity any man taught to dance by you, Pirate," he joked to Balthier before turning away to watch Snow.

Practically grimacing at Snow's draw, he cleared his throat. "Dreadful, if I am entire honest, My Lord." He stood at Snow's side, rather than across from him, and drew his weapon in a clean, swift motion. As he did, it gave a ringing sound against the sheath.

"If you draw your weapon like that in battle, you will be easily disarmed and run through by your enemy."

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Fran sat down in her own seat beside Balthier's captain's seat, cradling Krja across her lap. "While it may entertain boredom for a short while, I do not much fancy the task of explaining to the Queen why her future husband and Knight have perished."

She glanced at Balthier for a moment. "Best behaviour, please?"

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His finger hovered over that control for a brief second before Fran suggested best behaviour. Sighing, with a slight pout, he settled back in his seat, kicking his feet up and nestling Nyxx against his thighs, watching the boy wiggle and his bald ears twitch.

"Honestly, if it was anyone but Basch on the wings, I would open them. Best behaviour has never been a thing of mine. You know that well." Still, he'd been pretty damn well behaved recently, especially concerning his bedding habits.