Marco Dubois was a name that Light very much knew, from her perspective as Lumina. He'd been getting in her way for quite some time. To be foiled in some regards by a "kid" was not something he could take lightly. Try as she might have in passing, to explain she was older than she looked. After awhile, whilst it did seem Lumina had been aging, it didn't remove the perception of being young. Nor did it prevent Marco from using her youthful appearance to screw her on some deals. Yeah, this was a bit personal and getting him back seemed like a great idea. Especially now that she finally had the means to do so.

So how exactly was she going to settle her own debts with Marco Dubois? Well, it started with a sympathy letter and compensation for his stolen airship. Made certain by certain law enforcement that Fran's crime was compensated. What a generous benefactor Fran had earned. There was supposed to be a little dinner to celebrate two rivals putting aside their differences. Another way in which he could undermine Lumina and her youthful inexperience or so he thought! Reality was different, for Lumina had regained her true appearance sometime prior. Both sides of her heart had merged back together, resulting in a much older Claire Farron also existing in Torensten.

Using her change in appearance to her advantage, the ex-Saviour managed to get inside. Leaving the Airship proprietor to wait for a young lady that wasn't coming. Instead, whilst she couldn't claim to be the ever dashing Balthier, she was at least a bit dashing, surely? From the confident stride of her footsteps within the dungeon hallway. The black ankle boots slightly accentuated with hot pink, the form fitting black pants, the classy black corset, the long light pink hair and the amused sea blue eyes that now peered into the cell completed the look. Oh and there was also a Moogle floating to her right.

"Fran, I presume? Aren't you the ill-begotten prize." the woman remarks because first impressions were everything.

There she was, the leading lady of the hour, not at all who was expected to be here. "We don't have much time. Getting you out of here isn't an issue. Keeping you out of here, is going to be the real challenge. Has he fed you at all?" the Moogle by her side proceeded to look about, it was dark in this dungeon. Spare the torch lit segments to aid would be jailors and a certain owner from checking in on their captives, of course.

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