Congratulations In Japanese

[Final Fantasy XII]

Series: FFXII .
Pairing: Balthier /?
Note 1: All for dhely , so that we can only pretend that you have written by itself!
Note2: Read through and says, pussy! O Seiji promises pain for Touma.

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Queen of Dalmasca sighed. He dismissed the servants, who departed silent. She looked in the mirror for the first time since she had sat. The perfectly combed hair and the loose falling on his face, the expression was unhappy, and rather than proven. The whole day had been difficult for her to take seriously any commitment. But above all, no news from him.

was often too busy to stop and think, but when it happened ... He was so free, so full of life, of adventure. If it were not for the fight against Vayne, how a sky pirate and a princess could communicate? Of course, then she thought again Rasler, but what he shared with Balthier could not remain in his heart.

Balthier who asked the ring as payment for his services, that ring so precious, so unique to her. And then he returned. Balthier who was told on the Phon Coast with her, revealing his secret. Of course, it was not easy to overcome that kind of do a little 'intrusive as it was allowed to tell her what to do? To judge? Who does he think he is? But in his own way, showed that he cared ...

The greatest act, however, was not returned the ring: he had been saved by the people of Rabanastre Bahamut rushing. As far as the Queen, nor be his deeply indebted? Balthier had found his honest nature, for its birth. Those who expected that a nobleman could do Archadia the sky pirate? Even if Balthier had its big party pain in the past.

Now, the future remained, and some crumbs of memory.

Or so it was not until he had returned.

from her one night. Of course, before his second marriage. He needed a favor to keep the Strahl safe. Or maybe it was just a pretext.

It was a long time since she had been with a man, and Balthier had totally upset. Since then, had happened some other time, in perfect secrecy. The last, just before his second marriage, a few months ago.

And now, she was sure that the child was in her womb. Initially, she thought to tell, but the silence dell'aviopirata had given time to reflect. It was better not.

was a love blossomed and withered in a hurry, but had left something important behind.

Something that would remind her of a man who certainly had no love like the first, but gave her a little 'joy.

Princess Ashelia got up, went to bed, not without, first, you've watched the night sky outside the window.

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Note3: So learn to say that I would write the Ashe / Balthier. , P
Note4: One day I will avenge you because I had to write this scempiagine!

What Kind Of Paint For Leather

Night Dreams [Final Fantasy XII] old, infamous knowledge ...

Series: FFXII .
Title: old, infamous knowledge ...
Rating: PG .
Prompt: 077. What? Disclaimers
: The characters do not belong to me, except for small Cid, which is original. This chapter is the second of three (the other two are 001.Inizio , and, next, 028. Sons, forthcoming), who wish to anticipate some of the fundamental things of life to Archades Basch. Chronologically, we are seven or eight years after the events of the game. Happy reading! Link to the table
: Basch von Rosenburg . Other useful links
: Profile of the characters and story, written by me, here.

the next day. afternoon.

"Ewan, let me bring all the files with the results, in the office. If I take a step tonight, and to preside over the new experiments to test tonight. "

" Yesterday Everything went well, and have restarted twice. I do not think we will need another run in, Ffamran. "

" I know it went well. But there is one section that still does not convince me completely. "

" After reviewing the analytical he did, I doubt there could be other problems. "

patient smile. Ewan was doing everything to make you psychologically to enjoy an afternoon of freedom, and that's it. The project was Ffamran, Ffamran had followed every step, every step, he had assembled near him, was present when a coincidence unexpected ("There is no contingency," he replied Dr. Ffamran), there was an overheating of the engine, had for the sake of science and precision parts redesigned, saw the new model, and already did some tests. For Ewan that was enough to patent it with absolute certainty that even ten years before the Doctor would have been able to improve it further.

Balthier smiled the same way in response.

His most faithful collaborator went on: "Doctor, if there will be no need of you, or there will be news, I will call the pager immediately. But if everything goes smoothly, and I know, and you too, let me bring you in building a copy of the files. See you tomorrow. "

" You're dismissing? "

Ewan smiled, nodding his head a little bow," With all due respect I am capable of, Doctor. "

Balthier's response was blocked in the bud by the trill of the telephone office. He said the keyword number and the speakerphone is automatically activated, "Doctor, there is a man named Jules who asks to see it. Says he knows, and is very insistent. I let it go? "

Balthier had approached slowly, he placed his fingertips on the desk, a gesture, without noise, the expression colorless. Ewan frowned who could never be upset Ffamran for that?

"I'll be right."

"Yes Doctor."

A conversation closed, Ffamran turned back toward him, and was an almost rigid movement, those who had only at the end of superhuman work days: "Here, the files, and all the results of testing today. If I did not before nine at the palace, I come in person, and you need to argue that the extras are all dependent on your testardagine. "

Ewan settled his glasses on his face, not at all upset:" The checks will be done at half past eight smoothly, I hope to have a quarter to nine already had dinner, Doctor, to read the results immediately ... "

The Doctor's trickle out a last serious look. But he said nothing, as expected Ewan, of witty or intelligent, in his typical way of playing with words.

Jules. It was a piece of the past, a splinter escaped the general ruin. It was blackened, bore the sign of evil that had oppressed the lives of Ffamran at that time.

Jules worked as an informant for the Judge of the Fifth District, was Ffamran two years at the Academy, and as a matter of principle and honor the man was protected by the jealousy of Vayne. We had never gone to bed, no one had ever attracted. It was a mistake of youth, he and his frequent turns. In fact, Jules save his skin had not looked for more, and Ffamran had not missed. They had reviewed only the day had come to Archades Balthier, the underground palace of Sochen ... Archades left the team in the old, the highest and lowest low of the city to go to obtain the magnetic cards with the black feather, the only way to access the third level, the one with the beautiful shops and revenue smaller laboratories.

had entrusted to Jules those damn cards, and of course Jules had brought them to his companions. Even though he knew what he had paid for the care ... He was so devastated that it was almost angry at the bad practical joke by Jules, and had had no ear for the chatter of Vaan what had been fun to walk to the second level, trade news, know people. No, it was in his room and came out only in the morning.

A cool head, Jules knew that Balthier could afford that theft. Bunansa had a debt with the young, it was true, but if he wanted to sell the information to the return of Balthier in the city, was covered with gold by Vayne, sponsored by Gabranth and spent a life of luxury and comfort for the rest of his age. It was a story like no other: when Ffamran had escaped, had not been made any particular notice, nor by Dr. Cid, Vayne, or by or Gabranth with which to open a hunt. A silence that he knew condemnation had surrounded his memory, and no one spoke his name anymore. But giving to

Gabranth, was another matter.

Knowing that it was in the city ... There was no informer who would kill, to bring Pellacchia Ffamran of the judge .. Even so, over the years were rumors of fabulous rewards for those who had captured and brought to Archades. Of course, nothing official, but it was clear that astonishing figures, such as those that circulated among the bounty hunters, few people could afford them. And the conditions were that it was handed to Judge Gabranth, and uninjured, which made it very clear the source of that news.

Balthier knew this.

could consider each and every benefit of the whole debt paid off.

Jules was waiting in the vast lobby of the lower floors. Ordinary clothes, the usual unkempt appearance and apparently distracted, looking a little 'ambiguous.

"Ffamran, wears glasses"

The usual sharp tongue. The glasses do not wear them, but she had marks on his nose.

Balthier looked annoyed, although he could not feel real anger. Jules was able to disassemble the rage.

"Jules, always the same charm, complimented "

" Oh thank you! You're the one changed. I never would have said. Ever thought of writing about your life? Blow the most gory, is down a best seller all over the continent. "

" I do not think it pains me to hear excludes. "

shrugged, starting to walk toward the exit. "Next I was joking! What do you want to try one against an ordinary mortal like you? Anyway, congratulations for Laboratories. "

" You only came to me compliments, or you have something more interesting? "

set foot in the street, Jules beckoned to follow him, and met with an amused smile on his face.

"I do not know how interesting. You know me, do not waste time, and I do not lose. I also have my things to do. I have information that is hot. "

Balthier rolled his eyes.

"It concerns me?" Almost had to crawl the vowels.

"It's about Judge Gabranth. Therefore you too. "

passed under the arches of bronze, the road tilted downward. In that direction there were only muster to pass the first level.

"How do you want? Where are we going? "

" Ffamran, I have an old debt to be paid. A big debt. "

" They are old things. "

Jules turned to look at:" Not for me. Vayne had a heavy hand, if I remember correctly. You saved my life. And I, today, I paid off. - Balthier did not understand, but went along with Jules sull'aereotaxi. - Taxi Driver, districts below the average Archades. "

said, handing him a card authorization access to the middle part, where the locals took their second-level waste for disposal. It was a bad place.

"Where are you going to drag me," was not a question., Was an alleged response

The aereotaxi already floated in the air, entering the large bridges where the light came in bands, stolen from the great palaces dell'Archades noblest, and the average Archades bridges. Other vehicles used for transporting waste from the premises further away, slipped neatly, but with some haste.

"Not here," Jules said, pointing with eyes to the taxi driver.

came down and Balthier. He was surrounded by open spaces, wide avenues that branched, busy people in transport and incinerators were on the left, down a road. There was filth and stench, but also the dirtiest neighborhood, for Archades, had a certain decorum.

curiosity for the story, and the desire to see clearly, made him momentarily put aside the idea of giving up and going by Jules Basch and Cid.

"So, what's so important?"

Jules fell after saying something to the driver. Him motioned to follow him again: "The aereotaxi ahead. But you took it, I have to see a person incinerators. - Took a small flight of stairs, entered a side street - and have a little 'patience. It's an important thing, you'll see that you'll thank me. I do not know how you intend to address this issue, none of my business, so before you go to a higher court to forward the news to you ... But I knew that I'd received. "

" What concerns Gabranth, in this place? "

snorted: "A quarter of people who work with low Archades waste to earn the soup should not deal with someone like a judge, right? Well, sometimes things are different. Here is everything: men of the lower city, evicted the poor who manage to sneak in the night to come and rummage in bags not yet ordered, risking their necks. Criminals, informers. A picturesque neighborhood, is not it? "

went out in the sunshine, in a small square, disturbing a small flock of pigeons intent and rummage through the stone floor. They flew an airship service about ten feet, gliding slow, to go to land nearby. Later, someone threw from the top of rubbish which fell on a mound of bags blacks. A woman rummaging in the shadows, aided by an indefinable age daughter, and a dog.

Jules continued, distracting Balthier: "We are almost there, if you do not want to waste time searching in vain through the narrow streets that are under the inn, and, incidentally, since the Emperor Larsa has made them close so as not to the stench rise to the gates of the back, you have to have guts to get in ... "

He stopped, seeing the man they sought. He had the uniform of the street sweeper, watching two boys who threw the bags in the truck service.

"Oh, Jules!"

He waved his hand, waving. Noting the man with Jules, he became circumspect. Gave a more formal and polite greeting as he could imagine.

Balthier replied with perfunctory courtesy.

Jules wasted no time: "Glad to see you in good shape, I hope that your wife has recovered! Well, I told you that those herbs would be great! Look, the usual please: did you see today? "

A quick glance at the noble. Then he settled his hat with his cap on his head: it had to be a hot thing! Maybe an organ trafficking ...

"Sure, I know ... I keep an eye - a hand stretched out, stained with grease, to a gallery - The K 12, shot in the third corridor is open to right, go down the stairs ramps, when you read the plate B9, should be the second income. The industry is not very big, plus it's time to pause, there is only a few or some hungry tramp. But Jules, remember that ... "he shook.

Jules smiled, clapping her hands: "Do not worry, I brought my friend on purpose!"

The sweeper said what, then, was to be a private agent. It did not seem very strong, but who knows .. Anyway, it did not take a fighter, to resolve the matter. A blow and go.

He took off his hat, with a nod.

"What that keeps an eye on, "asked Ffamran, at his side.

Jules dropped words like coins on a table: "The son of Judge Gabranth."

gaze Ffamran was priceless.