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ell, it had been an interesting time in this new world so far. Rinoa had woke up in a field and met a guy with a pet dragon and a large mime that wanted to eat her dog. Then she got lost heading south and ended up wandering a forest where she met a wood sprite. After finally getting out of there, she got back on the path south and arrived in Torensten. Apparently there had been some kind of attack and people were throwing a big ball to get moral up. And while Rinoa had no idea how, she suddenly found herself with an invitation to said party. Well, it would certainly be rude NOT to go after someone went through the trouble of anonymously inviting her and Rinoa felt she couldn't disappoint.
The problem was a lack of funds though. Luckily, Rinoa managed to get a temporary job at a stand that was selling masks and accessories for the ball. This let her earn a bit of pocket money and buy a mask for the ball. No dress though, that was beyond her means of pretty much nothing. So she was just going in her usual outfit but wore a mask as it was needed. She wished she had her white dress on her to wear. Rinoa loved that dress. Angelo was still with her and she was also wearing a simple black domino mask. The dog was a bit fancier looking though, as Rinoa had also got a black bow tie for her to wear. She looked adorable. Hopefully enough so no one told her she couldn't bring her dog to the party.
Rinoa had two goals at this party. Both were of the utmost importance. Number one, get info about this place. She needed to figure out what was happening with this world and why she was here. And number two: Have fun. Because it's a party! Gotta remember to live, even during the darker times of your life. Rinoa spent some time just wandering and taking in the sites. The building was beautiful and everyone looked so fancy in their outfits. Rinoa was feeling a bit under-dressed but there wasn't much she could have done on short notice and shorter funds. Still, seeing everyone else was fun even if she didn't get to dress up herself. She saw a dance begin as people started waltzing. It brought a smile to her face as she remembered when she first met Squall. She wished he was here, she would love to ask him to dance.
And then bug him incessantly until he actually agreed.
He'd probably think this whole thing was a big waste of time, especially given her situation. For some reason, that just made Rinoa want to be here having fun all the more. She grinned and wandered around some more. Angelo got far more attention then she did by passers by. Everyone thought she was so cute in her little mask and bow tie. No one asked Rinoa to take her from the party yet either, maybe because she was so well behaved. Certainly a good conversation starter, but Rinoa was finding it difficult to talk about the things she needed to ask. How did you ask random strangers about people from other worlds? No one seemed to know anything, everyone was acting all normal. But someone had to have something she could go off of, right? She continued to walk around, Angelo obediently following close by, keeping an eye out.
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You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
The masquerade was a half an hour into swing, and Faris was supporting a wall.
He hadn’t planned to come. In fact, he’d tossed his invitation aside the moment he’d set eyes on it, calling it nonsense and a waste of time. Bartz, however, had been thrilled. No, thrilled wasn’t the right word for it. Ecstatic. He was already practicing his dance moves before Faris could tell him no, and by then even Faris knew it was too late. Bartz would be going whether Faris wanted him to or not -- and if it meant climbing out a window, he’d do it without a second thought.
Faris had complained. He’d argued, and then he’d swallowed his pride and bought a mask. This was the kind of place where Bartz was sure to find trouble. Trouble and whatever series of hijinks seemed to follow him around like a witch’s curse. Faris could either be there to back him up or he wouldn’t, and Faris was nothing if not a loyal friend.
”Aye, and a right friend he’s been lately.” Faris glowered at his champagne (it was horribly light and fizzy -- where could he get some decent liquor?) and listened to the cant of a violin. It too had the delicate touch of a royal ball.
A royal ball. Now that was a sour thought.
Faris dressed in the best he could manage. This time, he wasn’t a Warrior of Light or a princess, but a pirate and that suited him fine. His coat was pressed and embroidered. He wore a vest and a ruffled shirt beneath. His slacks were sturdy (he’d walk into the sea before he wore a dress again) with his best sailor’s boots below them. Bartz had dragged him along for masks, and Faris had sworn up and down he’d just grab the first one that didn’t sparkle when his eyes had landed on a golden butterfly.
The mask was deep emerald and had a porcelain sheen. It was sleek. Dignified, and yet nearly feminine in its own strange way. He’d turned it over in his hands, knowing he should have balked at the flowers and ivy and the wing off to one side, but he didn’t. He’d slipped the merchant money before Bartz could notice, and didn’t bring it out again until it was time to dress. Bartz hadn’t said a thing about it. In the thick of things, Faris couldn’t say he minded the look.
No, it was everything else he minded.
”I’ll need something stronger before the night’s through.” Faris scanned the crowd in all its formal, straight-backed flair and pushed off the wall. He downed the last of his champagne in one gulp and started across the floor, intent to find a bar somewhere in this maze. Instead, he found a dog.
It was a fluffy thing, dark and built like a border collie. Faris stopped at the sight of it, trotting along at its owner’s heels and for the first time since he’d arrived he couldn’t help but smile. The dog stuck out like a sore thumb among all the pomp and pretense. Faris wondered how it had even got in, and admired the gall of anyone who thought to do it. That someone, as it turned out, was a rather bright looking girl. There were no dresses here -- just a pair of sturdy boots, some unassuming shorts, and a duster. Only her mask indicated she belonged. Black lace.
”That’s a fine beast you have.” Faris nodded to it as he approached, arms crossed. ”It’s a sight for sore eyes that's for sure -- surrounded by these swell-headed louts anyway.” Faris shot her a wry smile before he dropped to a knee and held out a hand, hoping the dog would take a liking to him. ”That was a shady note, aye? Calling us all here in rhymes.” Faris smirked to himself. ”I’ve of half a mind we’ll be blind-sided.”
andering around was proving unhelpful. Apparently not knowing anyone made it hard to get into real conversations with these people. They came around interested in Angelo, but cared little for talking with her. It was like they considered Angelo an actual guest and Rinoa was just her handler. Apparently she should have found a bow tie for herself, maybe then people would talk to her for longer than to say how adorable Angelo was before dismissing Rinoa herself. Bunch of pompous meanies, the lot of them!
But then came a long haired gentleman in a dark green mask. He struck Rinoa as 'princely', as much as one from a storybook her mother read her when she was young starring romanticized depictions of princes rescuing princesses, putting their lives on the line for the one they loved. Squall didn't look the part of a prince, but he certainly acted like one (at least when he wasn't being a grumpypants). This guy looked the part, however. Whether he actually acted like one at all remained to be seen, though as he turned his gaze toward her he was the first person who didn't look down on her like some peasant. He even directed proper conversation toward her. Sure, he went for the dog first as everyone did (and Rinoa didn't blame them as Angelo was super adorable looking right now), but as her dog reached out a paw for the offered shake, the man turned his attention to Rinoa herself.
"Thanks! Her name's Angelo." Rinoa replied. Then the man took a shot at the other party goers. Rinoa stifled her laughter as best she could with lips and hand. She hadn't expected that! "Tell me about it! I had as much of this kind of attitude as I can take for a lifetime back home." she said. The Galbadian politicians she saw her dad dealing with were pretty much the same. Same superiority complex as these people. It seemed it didn't matter where you went, people were still people. At least that meant you could still find nicer ones. Then he brought up the invites.
"Oh god, right!? I only just got into town too. I found it in my pocket, which means some creeper stuck it there while I was sleeping. It's super weird! How they even got passed Angelo, I have no idea..." she said. Yeah, it was pretty freaky. Why she was even invited at all remained a mystery too, but maybe she'd learn that at some point through the night. She could worry about that later though. Right now she had someone talking to her and maybe he knew some things about this strange world. He certainly seemed to be from around these parts from Rinoa's perspective. And if he was a prince, he was bound to know a few things about his kingdom.
When you referred to a kingdom from the perspective of a prince was it than called a princedom? Hmm.
"I'm Rinoa, by the way." Rinoa greeted with a grin.
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
Faris grinned. He’d always liked animals whether it was a dog or a dragon or a beast of the sea so worrisome that lesser sailors shrieked and turned course. Angelo was no exception, and as she reached out a paw for him, Faris couldn’t help but to nod at her respectfully and give it a hard shake.
”Angelo? Aye, it’s an honor to meet her. That’ll be Faris on my end. Captain Faris Scherwiz.” The name came on instinct and left his lips sour. Could he really call himself a captain without a ship to helm? He hadn’t been a captain since he’d found himself tossed head over heels into strange waters.
Again.
”You meet a lot of money where you’re from then? They tried to chain a title to me, but it did as much good as trying to knot a bow-tie on a wind drake. I’d rather have jumped in the sea.” Faris straightened and cast her a sly smile. If she’d had enough of the whole of nobility then she was the right kind for him.
”In your pocket?” Faris recoiled and then placed his hands on his hips, looking her over carefully. ”If that isn’t the wildest story I’ve heard.” It wasn’t. His life had been nothing but a whirlwind of danger, crime, and since he’d met Bartz the kind of hijinks he’d have rather pinned on some bizarre dream. Still, waking up with a letter in your pocket was notable at least. ”Aye, they’ll be wanting you alright. That goes for the both of us.”
For some reason. Had he finally met the end of his rope as a pirate? Or were they after his crystal? Neither of them fit quite right with this girl. He hummed.
”A pleasure to meet you, lass. You haven’t got some power, have you? Something they could steal for themselves? You don’t seem the type to rub a man the wrong way.”
e seemed the friendly sort, which was good. Rinoa could do with some friendly. It had seemed like forever ago she had woke up in a field and met a nice man and... whatever Quina was. Still nice though, even despite wanting to eat Angelo. The man, Faris, called himself a captain which Rinoa found intriguing. Captain of what, exactly? He didn't seem like a military type. While there was a refined aspect to him in some ways, in others he gave off that bad boy vibe that made her think he wasn't a part of something so orderly. While he didn't do the bad boy thing as well as Squall, it was certainly there. Something in the way he spoke. Like he'd rather be showing these nobles a thing or two rather than hanging out with them. It was something Rinoa vibed with. He also remarked that he'd almost had a title forced on him too.
"So, you're like a runaway prince or something!?" Rinoa exclaimed, bouncing on the spot excitedly with a little clap of her hands, "I'm about as close to a princess as you can get where I'm from, though the title only exists in fairy tales. My father's the head general of the Galbadian army and my mother was a famous singer. Instant celebrity status." Rinoa rattled on with a roll of her eyes.
"My dad was the one that forced me to go to parties like this." she put on a mock deep voice, "'Wear that dress, mind your manners, don't laugh at the wrong times, always smile' blah blah blah. I hate putting on airs, I just wanna be me, you know?" Rinoa said. Based on what he had said, she got the feeling Faris got it. Then he was properly aghast at learning how Rinoa came to be invited. It was all super weird. The man gave his theory as to maybe why and the clearly easily chatty girl was suddenly quiet a moment. Was that why she had been invited? Because she was the Sorceress? But how would anyone here know that?
"Hmm, maaaybe." she replied, not sure if she was willing to trust this man that much yet. Then again, that title should be completely meaningless to the people of this world, shouldn't it? "But I don't know about me not being the type to rub people the wrong way. I get on a lot of people's nerves!" she joked. In her mind she pictured Squall glaring at her. So pretty.
"The biggest example would be after my home nation of Galbadia invaded a smaller nation called Timber. They occupied it and oppressed them, so I ran away from home and joined the Timber Liberation front. That ruffled a few feathers, including my dad's." Rinoa said proudly. Granted they were only a very minor nuisances that didn't get much done until she'd hired SeeD members, but that was besides the point. The president had deemed given them enough consideration to send out a decoy after all, that had to count for something!
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
"So, you're like a runaway prince or something!?"
Faris laughed. Close. So close.
”Turns out my papa was the king of Tycoon. A nasty shock for me. I helmed a ship of pirates, and only found out when I took his daughter for ransom. An awkward time if I’ve ever seen one.” Faris shook his head. Maybe under different circumstances, that would have been a cannon ball to drop on a stranger, but here he didn’t much mind. What did it matter when the girl couldn’t tell Tycoon from Bal? ”That’d be a load of pressure for you. I couldn’t stand it for a day. Thank the gods I had a sister to take the throne.”
Faris shuddered. By birthright, he should have been queen. What an end that would have been.
’I just want to be me, you know?’
Faris laughed loudly. ”Aye, now that’s the truth. I only had one party like this, and I ran out on it. It’s leagues better when no one’s staring.” Faris glanced at her, grinning. He never thought he’d hear someone who related to that odd sense of entrapment -- like a beast chained by money and status. He didn’t mind the company.
”A rebel, eh?” Faris crossed his arms, head tilted. He could see it. With her spirit, he had no doubts that she’d have broken her chain with her teeth if she had to. ”Conquest -- now that’s an ugly thing. You’ve got guts standing against your blood. You’d make a good pirate, I think.” If she had the heart for it. Faris wasn’t exactly fighting for the good of the common people.
”I’ve had more trouble than I could shake a stick at. I half expect to be ambushed.” Faris glanced at Rinoa and smiled dryly. ”Maybe your kingdom’s back to bite you?”
o he was a prince turned pirate? Now that was quite the story. If Rinoa had heard it second hand she probably would have thought it a fairy tale. But Faris didn't seem like he was making it up as far as she could tell. And she trusted her instincts.
"Aw, you shouldn't kidnap people! I've been kidnapped like four times and it's not fun. Lots of stress for my knight too." she said with light chiding. Kidnapping seemed almost a contrast in character for this gentleman, but not everything was completely as it seemed. She wouldn't go running off because of one simple thing, but she was a little more glad she had withheld the information that she was the Sorceress. Whether that meant something here or not, her unique status could make her a target for a hungry pirate. And if she was kidnapped here, she didn't have Squall or anyone else to come save her.
"Yeah, it is a bit better when I don't feel like a trophy daughter." Rinoa replied. That much was true. Despite being one of those parties, she wasn't part of the social circles. There were no restrictions or expectations on her. The only problem was she wasn't really interested in talking to many of these people. At least she had found one interesting person to chat with.
"Ha! I probably could be!" Rinoa said confidently, "Though I'm not so big on the whole kidnapping and plundering, or whatever it is you guys do. Sailing around on a pirate ship could be fun though. I've only sailed around in a school building. Not really the same." she said. The taste she'd gotten from sailing on the Garden was nice, but the building was still super comfortable. Couldn't possibly be the same as a boat. A more rugged ride, no doubt. Maybe that's why Faris liked it, it was pretty much the opposite of princely living. Next Faris suggested her enenmies might be out to get her. Rinoa thought for a moment.
"I doubt it. All the big monsters orchestrating things are dead. President Delling was killed by Ultimicia and my friends and I beat her. We also took out Adel along the way." she said seemingly to list it out for herself as much as it was for Faris, "My dad took over control of Galbadia after that. I may not like him very much, but he's not an evil dictator. He pulled their forces back and let places like Timber be free again. He wouldn't set up an ambush for me like this. And if he did, he wouldn't make it a fancy party because he knows full well how I feel about them!" she said with a grin. Who else was there? NORG? Nah, he didn't have any friends. Except those weird garden staff guys with the funny hats. Not to mention the whole different planet thing. Nah, this was too much for anyone she knew. She shrugged.
"If someone is trying to trap me here, I don't think we've met." she said, "What about you? Rob any fancy party loving nobles recently?" she asked with her own smile.
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
”Aw, you shouldn't kidnap people! I've been kidnapped like four times and it's not fun. Lots of stress for my knight too."
Faris blinked and then laughed. Loudly. Was it such a casual thing? ’Looks like it’s the first of the month. Time for another hostage trade.’
”We don’t make a habit of it!” Faris grinned, arms crossed. ”She tried to stowaway on my ship if you can believe it. The brass on them! Sneaking aboard a ship full of pirates!” Faris shook his head. ”When we heard who she was, well, what kind of brigands would we be if we turned a blind eye?”
”Your knight sounds like he’s got his work cut out for him,” he went on. ”You must be a whirlwind of trouble.”
He imagined her in her kingdom, sneaking out of the castle walls on a whim. Of course, she was only a general’s daughter, but it was all the same when it came to nobility. She’d be a sitting duck on her own. Faris knew that better than anyone.
”Sailing around in a school?” Faris gave her an incredulous look, hands at his hips and leaning forward. He imagined a whole schoolhouse with its shuttered windows and its wooden walls floating along at sea. He imagined bearded scholars manning the sails of a ship-sized library. He laughed. ”Now that’s the daftest thing I’ve ever heard. You’d think they’d teach you on land. The air would eat the books straight through!”
He should know. Bound paper didn’t make good loot after all. There was a reason he’d been taught his letters on a slate rather than parchment.
”So you are a princess! If your dad rules the kingdom, I mean. That sounds like a king to me.” Faris recrossed his arms, head tilted. ”It seems you’ve had a time. Taking out assassins and freeing nations and all that. That’s the kind of work that turns heads. I wouldn’t discount that you’ve got enemies lurking somewhere in the shadows. With all your fighting, I’d think you could give them a run for their gil.”
Faris smirked. ”Rob some nobles? Aye -- with a child and an airhead to look after, I haven’t had much choice. Tried to go straight when I landed here, but hired swords aren't steady in gil.” He rubbed the side of his head. ”In my experience, a noble's got more than he needs anyhow. I’ll give him a good fright and be on my way. He'll hardly feel the difference.”
neaking aboard a ship of pirates to get away sounded exactly like the kind of thing Rinoa would do to get away too. She wouldn't mind meeting this sister of his too, sounded like they had some things in common. What was it about letting a girl have a little freedom that bothered fathers in power exactly? Rinoa thought guys might get it a bit easier, but apparently not.
"Oh, yes. I imagine I'm his greatest source of frustration. But he's still always there for me when I need him..." she replied, her tone started cheerfully but then faltered a bit at the end, becoming more wistful. He wasn't here with her. If she got in trouble again, he wouldn't be there to help. Her feelings of loneliness washed over her again, and she instinctively gripped the ring on her necklace seeking comfort. She did her best to push the feeling away and distract herself with the conversation.
"Heh, well the building was on land. It's just capable of hovering over land and sea and we used that to move it before it was blown up." Rinoa explained with a nod. Then she considered a moment. "...I'm just creating more questions than answers, aren't I? Sorry! It's kind of a long story." she added bashfully. Faris then declared that she must be a princess for real if her father was ruling a country. She couldn't argue his logic, she was pretty much a princess just without the fancy title. And it wasn't like she would take over one day or anything like that either. They would just elect a new president one day, no doubt. Hopefully they renamed the city too, no one needed to remember that tyrant.
"And I've got Angelo. She can put up a hell of a fight too!" Rinoa said. Angelo barked in agreement. Then as to the robbing of nobles, "Weeeellll, maybe if it was a really bad noble, I'd be fine with it. If they're like, corrupt or something? Then they'd deserve it, yeah." she said. Yeah, like she would have been fine robbing President Deling blind back in the day. That would have been really hard to pull off though.
"So a child and an airhead? That like your family or something?" she asked. Her first thought was wife and kid and she pictured one of those socialite girls her dad used to make her hang out with. They would qualify as 'airheads' in her opinion. But if it was his wife, why would he call her that? And that was like the exact opposite of the kind of girl he would be into based on their conversation so far. Rinoa suddenly pictured a busty red-head with an eye patch and a cutlass swinging on a rope. Yeah, more like that. And why was she a busty red-head? Who knew. Actually, now that she thought about it she might have seen this character on the cover of one of Zone's magazines. Zone was a bit of an odd duck sometimes but she missed him and Watts too.
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
Hovering over land? Faris gave her the kind of look usually reserved for geniuses and madmen. It seemed that she’d gone a tad too far into the future for his tastes. Schools flying. Sailing the seas like ships. It was enough to make his head spin. He supposed that was what happened when he was dropped between such a diverse lot. There were wanderers from places of war and discord, of honor and gunfire. Now that had been a nasty shock. Cannons small enough to hold in your hand? It was all he could do to take it in stride.
”I don’t mind a long story,” he said. ”It sounds like quite the tale. I’ve heard of flying ships, but whole schools? I can hardly get a picture of it.”
He couldn’t get a handle on her either if he was telling the truth. She was a spitfire, he thought, but she had a good heart and a streak of childish innocence that didn’t quite match her rebel’s fire. If she hadn’t told him, he’d never have guessed she’d fought against nations. He wouldn’t have guessed the same of her dog either.
He laughed. ”It seems he’s in agreement,” he said and ruffled the dog’s fur. Angelo looked a tad perturbed before he shook his head and barked again. He was a friendly beast that was for sure. Faris beamed back at him.
”I’m sure he’d take on the world with you,” he said. ”No matter the storm. That’s how you know he’s a real friend. I’d count you lucky.”
Lucky to not be alone. Faris would have given anything to see Syldra’s face again. She had a certain gleam to her eye as she breached the waves and called for Faris to stroke her snout. They’d been like sisters. He’d lost two of those now.
”My family?” Faris paused. Krile and Bartz? He’d never thought of it that way, really. They were friends. Good friends he’d have trusted with his life and then some. Krile...aye, he would call her his sister in a heartbeat. But Bartz…
”That airhead’s lost just about every thought of me. It’s something to do with the wind here, I think. I’ve met a few that can’t so much as recall their names.” He sighed. ”We’re lucky in that regard. Aye, he’s got everything about himself. All up until he met me.”
Something throbbed in his chest. He shook his head.
”But I’ll be looking out for him whether he cares for me or not. I made a promise once. It’s not one I’m keen on breaking.”
He looked at Rinoa and shifted his weight. It was best to turn to other matters. ”What of you?” he asked. ”You must’ve had a crew of your own, taking on nations like that. Any luck in finding them?”
