Honky Tonk Badonkadonk [Firion]

[Qun'mi Tru'e]

It was Qator’s fault, wasn’t it.

Qun’mi didn’t know what it was exactly that was Qator’s fault, but she was blaming him anyway. She was going to blame him for the fact that she seemed to be flat on her back and sore…why was her back sore? With a grunt, the female opened her eyes slowly, closing them just as quickly. Another groan escaped her lips. What… she had been out, but, this sure as hell didn’t seem like some nice, comfortable bed that she was on right now, and she couldn’t remember going to sleep eit-…”Oh shit,” she muttered out. That was right. She had been sucked through a portal. This time had been on Gran Pulse. Well damn, they had a battle to fight, she couldn’t be asleep on the job. And where had this portal taken her? Was she still on Gran Pulse? Opening her eyes for a second time, she lasted longer before they closed, and then a third time she tried. This time they opened all the way and she was left staring at a cloudy sky.

Well, she’d seen cloudy skies before, that wasn’t anything-…new. So groaning lightly again, Qun’mi went to roll over and get to her feet. While rolling over and then getting to her knees, Qun’mi froze, her gaze catching sight of something she’d never seen before. “What the…hell.” Where was she? Kneeling there, Qun’mi stared at the spectacle that came across her vision. Really…where the hell was this. Why was there so much green? And in odd shapes? What…she really needed to lay off the drinks. Or lay off the whatever it was that had caused her to get stoned or whatever she was right now. Qun’mi couldn’t remember doing drugs her entire life, but right now, she sure as hell felt high. She’d never seen anything like what she was seeing right now. The hallucinations, she must be having them.

Getting to her feet, Qun’mi glanced down at the very real feeling ground. No wonder her back hurt, this was plenty damn hard. Shaking her head, she lifted it then, glancing all around. The hell was this place anyway? Twisting to the side, Qun’mi heard the satisfying ‘crack’ of her back and rolled her shoulders back. Well that felt better anyway. So…what to do now? How had she gotten here? And how was she going to get the hell back away from here? Wherever ‘here’ was. Qun’mi had never claimed to know. So she started to walk. “Hello?”, she called out, picking up her pace until she was at a fairly decent clip. Hesitating a few minutes, she tried again, this time at a near shout. “HELLO!” Nothing. Well damn, here she was, in a place she didn’t have any idea where it was, and there wasn’t even anyone else here? Qun’mi needed to get back to her battle, not stay in some weird place she didn’t know where it even was.

And then she reached some sort of a throne. “Alright…the hell is this now?” Approaching the throne, Qun’mi once more tried to see if there was someone around. “Damn it, anyone out there?!” When she yet again received no answer, Qun’mi hauled off and kicked the throne with her foot in frustration. Well wasn’t this just the best day ever!

Had to be Qator's fault...

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Muse:; Great!
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Location:; Valhalla - Throne
Outfit:; Click!
Notes:; XD I pity him already
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[Firion]

Firion wasn't sure exactly how much he'd been able to help these people of Gran Pulse, but he sure felt good about it regardless.

He and Warrior had managed to do exactly what Lightning had asked of them - get Cosmos, their leader and guiding hand, through the swarms of Chaos-laden Valhalla and to the throne of a now-deceased death goddess. It had been like fighting the manikin swarms yet again, only with a few hundred creatures and some Chaos summons thrown into the mix to make the sledding more difficult than Firion believed he'd ever seen. If it hadn't been for the fight's progress outside of Valhalla, Firion doubted he and Warrior would have been able to push through and keep Cosmos protected as she'd so effectively dispersed the Chaos and cleared these timeless shores of all dangers. It turned out Lightning wasn't the only person from this planet that had a will bigger than Firion had ever seen. This place was full of them. Sometime, when things were better off than they were now, Firion would have to come back and get acquainted with some of them.

But the battle had been over for a time now, though how long Firion couldn't say, only guess an hour or so. Valhalla didn't exactly go by the clocks like other worlds. It was like Order's Sanctuary in that way. In fact, as Firion trotted through Valhalla's strange buildings that served as a perimeter to the throne, more and more memories from his time in the Dissidia cycles kept returning to him, for better or worse. With Warrior and Cosmos gone off for a while to see more of Valhalla and touch base with Lightning and the others they were aiding, Firion had volunteered to stay back and keep an eye on things at the throne. He was sure he was alone here, though. Not a single sign that any battle to the death had taken place here remained - the end of the Chaos had dissolved all the creatures and beings they'd slayed, too, leaving the city without taint. It was an attractive place, really, aside from its gray skies and somewhat lonely nature. Firion was glad Cosmos would have Warrior with her as she dwelt in this realm. It seemed like the walls could start closing in a little too quickly. Firion was all fine with it, though, knowing he'd only be here a while longer. He'd have a portal opened to him and head back to his own world before long. Right now, it was completely quiet patrol dut-

"HELLO!"

The voice had Firion whipping around and his hand reaching for his quickest weapon, his axe. The word hadn't belonged to any kind of creature that had suddenly returned, though. It was a woman's voice. Cosmos? No, no...way too rough of a tone for it to be Cosmos. She had a softer way about her. Lightning's voice was raspier. So...who, then? Firion let his arms drop back to his side and knit his eyebrows in confusion and determination he'd solve this little riddle that had been presented to him. Random people appearing in Valhalla...it wasn't something he had expected to happen, but if the creature that had spoken aloud wasn't human he was starting to have some really bad hearing...

The voice sounded like it was coming from near the throne, so Firion broke off in a light jog towards the location that he and Warrior had been gunning for a short time before, having to move around a few corners until it came into his sight. Then, he saw her. And heard her, no doubt, still yelling out in that same tone that made her sound like she was angry at the world. His eyes were set on her as he slowed to a stop. She was simply...a blond woman, average height, common clothing. She didn't much fit in with the surroundings, both because she looked fairly unspectacular among the odd architecture of Valhalla and because inside of all this peace of quiet, she was making a fuss and kicking the throne.

This hadn't been what Firion had been expecting to defend from when he'd volunteered to keep watch...

She was actually more fearsome than even another one of those Chaos Bahamuts would have been... What in the world was he supposed to even say to her? "Is...there a problem?", he spoke up loud enough for her to hear, shifting his weight. Yeah, that was a great way to start a conversation with a woman who just happened to be in Valhalla for no reason Firion could imagine. It served its purpose well enough, he supposed...

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[Qun'mi Tru'e]

As soon as she kicked the throne Qun’mi regretted it. Cussing under her breath, she bent over to press against her boot, feeling the throbbing of her toes from the impact of kicking the very, very solid throne. Cussing turned to muttering as she wiggled her toes around to try and numb the painful feeling. This was why she should be wearing steel toed boots right about now. Unfortunately, she hated how heavy those got, and would rather wear the lighter leather boots. And because of that, she was paying right now, or maybe it was just because of her anger issues. Either way! Muttering to herself, Qun’mi finally shook her leg slightly and then peered at the throne. Where the hell was she? She had a war to fight, not some odd place like this to be at! Yeah…it had to be Qator’s fault, everything was lately. The brands, being l’cie, the stupid Fal’cie fights. She blamed it all on him. Everything. All of it! And-…well you got the idea.

With a huff, Qun’mi plopped into the throne herself, propping one leg over her knee and taking in a deep breath, eyes scanning the surrounding area. Really, what was this place? She hadn’t seen anything like it before. And it seemed pretty much void of all life. That was eerie. Too eerie. In fact, she had no idea what to make of it. Calling out a few times, she determined that there must be no one in this damned place. And if they were here, they sure weren’t by this stupid throne. Drumming her hands on the arm rest, she then propped her chin on her fist, looking around herself again. Of course she’d managed to get teleported to some random place where no one even lived. That was a serious problem. At least the last time she had been portaled near someone, so she could realize where she was and just what she was dealing with. Here she didn’t have tha-

Woah, a person?!

Lifting her eyes, Qun’mi took in the man that was standing there. Eh, not bad. A bit young, but he was tall and nicely shaped. Tapping her fingers for another moment while blatantly studying him up and down, she finally stood up, brushed her shirt off and placed her hands on her hips. “A problem? Well I don’t know. Let’s see,” she mentioned, placing her finger on her lips and pretended to ponder greatly on that. “I got teleported away from my life and dumped into this wasteland where there seemed to be absolutely no evidence of life anywhere until you popped up. What do you think? Just an ity bity problem?”, she said in a somewhat mocking voice.

She stood still a moment, waiting to see if he would actually get it, before shaking her head lightly. “To answer that, yes, there’s a problem. And since you seem to be the only damned thing moving around here, mind telling me exactly where ‘here’ is? Because it sure doesn’t seem like a place where anyone should be. And yet here you are, and looking quite healthy if I might add.” It was just an observation, but it sure didn’t seem like he was lacking in the food or water area, since he seemed fit.

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Location:; Valhalla
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[Firion]

Firion wasn't entirely sure what he was watching happening before him. The woman, whom he still hadn't gotten the best of looks at aside from the back of her head, had apparently hurt her foot with the effort to kick the throne, as if it was a surprise to her that it wasn't going to give way... As was the normal reaction for him, he was almost tempted to jump forward and make sure she hadn't hurt the foot too badly, but...then he reminded himself he was witnessing the actions of a woman in a city where he'd only a short time before fought with an entity the likes of which he'd never seen. He had started to move towards her, but stopped halfway through his step, still uncertain. Still, he felt compelled to help her in some way. She couldn't have been particularly harmful, could she? She wore no armor, he'd easily discern, and carried no weapon (though he knew well enough that many could summon their weapons to themselves). She just seemed...frustrated by something. What, Firion couldn't tell.

Of all things to do, she decided to sit down on the throne itself. That...didn't seem safe. This was a goddesses' throne, right? Wouldn't there be some kind of repercussions for a normal human be- well, that didn't matter, because he didn't know if she really was a normal human being despite how normal she looked in terms of attire and stature. And considering how comfortable she made herself in the throne...nothing bad was going to happen to her for taking the seat anyway. Firion's arms drooped slightly in relief before tensing up again, knowing he had to speak to her and find out exactly how she'd come to be in this odd city. So he opted for a question...one that wouldn't spook her...only make her aware he was here to help if need be. No harm for her to find in such an action, right?

Finally, she turned to face him. She was...pretty, and Firion thought if he looked at her from the right angle, he could maybe see a bit of Cosmos or perhaps even Hilda in her features. Or maybe it was just the blond hair that made him think that. She didn't have the same kind of...soft look about her as the other two blondes he knew, though, and the way she shamelessly scrutinized him was...noticeable. Firion fidgeted with one of his sheathes as she stood. She did the whole hands on the hips thing...leading Firion to hand on every word she spoke once she finally did.

Well, if he knew anything, he knew what he was hearing was sarcasm. Yes, definitely not like Cosmos or the queen. He quirked an eyebrow slightly at her. Okay, so she'd been teleported here? "You were teleported? Through one of the portals?" Firion hoped Cosmos could fix those, or events like this one would just keep happening and more people would end up in their own corner of the universe, kicking things in frustration as this woman had just kicked the throne. Nonetheless, he completely ignored the fact she was clearly making a little fun of him in favor of casting a concerned look on her and deciding she wasn't actually done with what she had to say. Whatever had happened to her, she certainly wasn't too happy about it...but all things considered, at least she was still composed enough to be sarcastic? And she didn't seem all that dangerous...only...harsh, maybe.

With that in mind, Firion took a few short steps towards her as she continued speaking and expressing her disgust. He stopped to blink, though, at her last few words. "...Healthy?" And...complimenting him...strangely. Okay then... Clearing his throat, he brought a hand up to the city behind him, a little sheepishly, and diverted his eyes away. "You're actually right," he began. "Humans aren't supposed to be here. You're in Valhalla, it's...a world between worlds." With that said to her, he had composed himself enough from her words to look back and motion his head at the throne. "What you were just sitting in is a goddess' throne. Not that it...matters, but I thought I'd let you know." He was still kind of wary of anyone sitting in it, but still, she seemed no worse for wear...

Just a little snippier than most people he knew.

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[Qun'mi Tru'e]

He had a nice body, but she wasn’t so sure that he had any brains up in his head. Qun’mi cocked a brow while she studied him blatantly, from the tips of his toes to the top of his head, and then back down. Yes, he was a very fine specimen, but that didn’t mean that he had anything rattling around in that head of his. From the way he stupidly asked if she had been teleported by a portal, she just thought that her idea was reiterated in her mind. Shaking her head, Qun’mi answered him with the sarcasm that dominated her life. “No, boy, I got teleported through a flower that your mother planted in the back yard. Of course I got teleported through a portal.”, she scoffed, quickly getting frustrated with him, but battled that down and simply raised her eyes heavenward, as if asking for patience to deal with this simpleton. He should meet Qator, they would get along smashingly.

She also wondered if he was simply ignoring the sarcasm or if he truly didn’t get it. That would be only mildly pathetic if he didn’t realize that she was here poking fun at him. Hell, she had to get her kicks and giggles in at some point, and Qator could only provide a portion of that entertainment. Still, some of this man’s comments just made her wonder if he had a clue in his day to day life, or if he just took himself so seriously that he didn’t allow anything to get in the way of his oh so sacred duty of being in this wasteland where there appeared to be no life. Well damn, that was a boring way to live your life, cooped up in this whatever the hell it was land.

And he also seemed to be having a hard time believing anything that she was saying, and seemed to have to repeat absolutely everything. “You know, Mr. Whatever your name is, you seem to be having a hard time understanding everything I say. Yes, I did say healthy, and that was what I meant.” ’He needs to learn some ability to comprehend’, she thought with a huff. She was getting damned sick of him repeating absolutely everything she had said in a question format. Hell, give her Qator any day, she could handle that man easily, and knew what to expect with him.

A world between worlds? “The hell does that mean?”, she burst out, before propping her hands up on her hips. “Of all the miserable luck. I couldn’t get sent to a world, world, oh no, that would be by far too difficult. Instead I get sent to some god forsaken nowhere land that people don’t even live on. Well that’s just too damned rich.” Whoever had set up this whole portal mess must have a sense of humor, she had to admit that. And whoever it was, was probably laughing his backside off. Oh ho, a goddess’ chair, eh? Turning around, Qun’mi plopped herself back on the throne in a show of brazen disrespect, tapping her foot against the floor. “Oh you don’t say, a goddess’ throne. So where is this so called goddess?”, she challenged.

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Muse:; Great!
Tagged:; Firion
Location:; Valhalla
Outfit:; What I linked
Notes:; I pity Firion, really I do >:]
Listening To:;[/color] F.S.O.S - The Exies

[Firion]

Why...was this woman so determined to look at him like he was a slab of meat hanging on a rack in a butcher's shop? Firion cut his eyes at her again, knowing that if he hadn't been determined to help her with whatever her problem was, it would be a high time for him to leave. His inclination was to study her back as closely as she was studying him, but wow, would that lead to more awkwardness. And awkwardness was not something that'd help him to help her.

Nor was her apparent penchant for sarcasm.

If Firion had been a man prone to taking offense, he would have probably had something to say about the mother comment. Instead, though, he was altogether more bothered by the fact that she wasn't taking his question seriously when he genuinely needed to know to be able to help her. He was starting to wonder if she wanted help despite all her yelling from earlier. Firion didn't address her directly, since it wouldn't matter what he said anyway, but he did look off to the side and mumble to himself. "With what I've seen today, that wouldn't be much of a stretch..." A small part of him wanted to tell her that she should be glad she hadn't arrived a few hours earlier, but he refrained. Treat her courteously, he told himself, and maybe she'd stop with all of her sass.

Or not.

"Firion," he interjected, in the middle of her ramblings. All in all, her attitude kind of confused him. She was the one who had apparently been lost enough that she was kicking things and hurting her own foot...yet someone showed up who could help her and she was treating him as if she was the one who knew everything and was far more intelligent. And besides, who told another person that they were healthy? If anyone was asking Firion - and there was no one around to do so - he would have said she was the one who acted like she didn't understand anything. But...again...he was going to be nice here. He was a representative of Cosmos at the moment, after all, so he needed to treat this woman like Cosmos would treat her. He simply rested crossed arms against his chest, trying to look displeased but still willing to listen.

Sadly, he wasn't Cosmos, and it seemed that all the strange woman could do was complain about where she'd ended up and go so far as to blatantly ignore everything he was saying. Seeing her plop down into the throne, he didn't even want to bother answering her question. She wouldn't appreciate his answer anyway. Firion studied her for a few seconds, trying to decide what to say to her, before taking in a calming breath. "You seem comfortable, so I'll leave you be," he said, starting to turn and walk back out of the throne area. "If you decide you do want any help getting back to your world, Cosmos and Warrior should be back in a few hours...or by tomorrow. I may be gone by then..." As he trailed off, he sighed a little to himself. Why did a small part of him have to hope Cosmos and Warrior were late if she was stubborn enough to let him leave?

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[Qun'mi Tru'e]

Qun’mi’s face fell a little bit flat when he took her sarcasm about where she would have teleported from and actually ran with it. What was this guy anyway? Some sort of joke? He might look fit, but she was severely doubting that he had anything rattling around up in that head of his, as he seemed to not get things quite so well as he should. Perhaps being up here with no other company besides himself had baked his brain. It was a possibility that held merit, though he didn’t look like he had any severe mental retardation or anything, so maybe he was just a bit dim-witted. Well…whatever the case, she felt like slapping her forehead with her palm and walking away, even if he did have a nice body. “I wonder about what this place does to your sanity,” she said with a sigh.

And she’d finally gotten a name, though she’d practically had to pry it out of him. Raising her brow at this…Firion, Qun’mi shrugged and placed her hands on her hips. “The name is Qun’mi, Firion.” Firion? What kind of a name was that anyway? Names were really all relative anyway, since he probably thought her name was odd. Well anyway, she had gotten a name from Mr. high and mighty, though she wasn’t sure if that would help in this situation at all, since she might have to start speaking in old ‘Me Qun’mi. Me biggum unhappy-um. Me wantum to go-um, away-um’ type language for him to understand. Like cavemen and women. Though so far his addled brain didn’t seem to have affected his ability to talk, just to be able to keep the right thoughts up there in his noggin where they should be-…oh ho, and now he was trying to look even more haughty, was he? She simply returned that look with a grin, not caring if he was giving her a displeased look. Hell, she was displeased too, he could just get over it.

Finally she got sick of it and plopped down onto the throne. Perhaps she shouldn’t have gone and pissed him off about his sweet, dear little goddess girl, but damn it, she didn’t want to be here, and he was just running around in circles instead of giving her the answers she wanted. And that finally seemed to get some reaction out of him. Tapping her chin with her fingers, Qun’mi asked him what his goddess was going to do if she was caught in the chair. It was obvious that he wasn’t pleased about her doing that, but she didn’t really give a damn about that.

Until he left. Raising a brow, Qun’mi stood up, crossing her arms over her chest. She wasn’t going to bend onto a knee and beg him to help her, that was for damned sure. So if he wanted to go, than he could go. She was going to have to rip this place apart to find a way back home? She would start with the throne, maybe something from that would give her a clue. “I’ll be sure to tell this goddess how oh so big of a help you were.”, she mentioned in that same sarcastic voice. Waiting a few more steps, she finally sighed loudly. “Alright, damn it, what do you want? To tell you sorry for sitting in your blasted throne? Because I’m not, but I’d rather not have some angry goddess coming back when I’m ripping her home apart to look for a way back home.”

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Listening To:;[/color] My own brain melting slightly...or Shania Twain

[Firion]

Firion was surprised she even gave him a name sensibly without going off into another rude rant or whatever else she would claim to be doing. It was probably a good thing he could never understand people such as Qun'mi standing here before him. Seemed like a ringing compliment to all the people he knew who acted like civilized human beings to each other. Yes, he'd dealt with rather miserable people before on numerous occasions, but when he did, the encounter tended to be at the end of a sword or staff or whatever else was being carried. He'd never had a desire to help the person in a time of clear need, making his current situation even more annoying than if he'd come here and ended up in a fight with the blond woman now sassing him at every opportunity when all he was trying to do was get the information he needed to help her. Well, he was in another world...maybe some people around this place that was supposedly a strange part of the same world that Lightning was from were too proud to have another person help them. Unfair as it might have been, considering Lightning had grown into a friend he greatly respected, he still had to judge by what he could see and hear from the people who were placed before him. So far, he couldn't color himself all that impressed...but he was really trying.

No matter his intentions, Firion didn't feel like he'd be hearing anything from the woman but more complaints and sarcasm, so he figured that she'd be just as content if he left her alone to figure this out on her own. Besides, Cosmos knew more about Valhalla than Firion himself did, as he was essentially only tagging along as a bodyguard for her along with Warrior. He didn't necessarily need to understand all of this madness just yet. But, yeah, he'd let her sit there on the throne of Etro, enraging whatever bit of Etro was left around, if she wished to do so. So he walked, trying to be indifferent but listening in for her to do or say anything that might have actually opened the door for him to truly help her instead of having her give him all these wildly sarcastic answers. He did hear her move, he thought, but didn't look back, instead focusing on a building deeper in the city and heading in the direction of it, feeling very much like he was putting a child in timeout.

Finally, he could hear Qun'mi sighing, and finally what sounded marginally like an admittance that she might have actually needed help from him instead of doing everything she could to seem as if she didn't. Firion slowed to a stop, smiling ever-so-slightly to himself before he turned a serious look on the woman now behind him. Okay, second attempt. Where to start with trying to get back to what he was asking before, though? Firion took a few steps back towards her, easily meeting her gaze this time around. It turned out annoyance emboldened him a little. "Wise choice," he began, addressing her comment about an angry goddess. Cosmos would be immensely patient with Qun'mi or anyone at all, yes, but Warrior would likely feel the same as Firion on the subject. Who knew what might happen if the goddess who originally belonged here happened to return to find some random blond woman disregarding the sanctity of her shrine.

"What I need you to tell me so I can help you, if you'll give me a straight answer this time, is where you came from, when you were pulled through the portal and if there was anything called a fal'Cie involved." Please let her actually provide him with something worthwhile this time around.

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[Qun'mi Tru'e]

No matter how fit and how appealing a body this man had to look at, Qun’mi was already a bit fed up with his attitude. Did NO ONE have any sense of humor anymore? It seemed like everyone took everything seriously nowadays. She was pretty much sick of people lately, especially those that got on their high horse, as this one seemed to be good at. Tch, she could be fine on her own, but she didn’t really want to run around here on her own. Why do that when you could have a guide around the place? This stupid, void of life, full of pricks place. WONDERFUL. Just peachy. She’d rather be back with Qator. At least she could understand him slightly. And he decided to leave. This guy really did seem to have a large object stuck up his backside. There was no real other explanation for this, now was there.

Qun’mi had just decided that she would probably be better off if he did leave her, when he turned back toward her. She even managed to cut off the groan that had worked its way up to her lips. She would really rather not deal with him anymore, she had figured, but now it would seem like she was stuck attempting to be nice to him. From his look, he seemed like the type to just be all too happy to have someone bend over and kiss his feet. Well he could look somewhere else for someone to satisfy that desire, because she sure as hell wasn’t. She crossed her arms to show her distaste for his upturned nose type attitude, and felt extremely uncomfortable not to be on top of this situation. (>.> That didn’t mean to come out like that.) She was going to have to put up with him, she realized, since he was the one with more knowledge of the area.

That just ate at her a little bit inside.

And here he was, wanting to know everything again. She didn’t honestly see what difference how exactly she got here made. She was here now, and that was that. Though she had a smart remark on the tip of her tongue, she managed to hold it back and actually give him an answer that he seemed to want. “Yes mommy.”, she said softly, her voice dripping with sweetness. “I come from a world called Oriens, from the empire of Byakko, Major Sergeant of the Milites army.” When had she been pulled through? Did it look like she had been here long? “I just got here,” she snapped in exasperation, before she turned her eyes to the sky and took in a breath to tame down her annoyance. She was getting really sick of this twenty questions that he seemed to want to play, but he was trying to help her, or so he claimed, so she supposed she could humor him for a bit longer.

“I’m a l’cie,” she commented after he’d asked if a fal’cie was involved. “Branded about three weeks ago, but this particular time, no, a fal’cie wasn’t involved. I was supposed to be checking out some things in the empire boarding ours, or so I remember, and really, the next thing I knew-…I was here, wondering why the hell I was on my back and out cold.” Quirking a brow at him, she had to try and tone down her smirk. “And not in a good way, you know what I mean?” Probably not…he didn’t seem like the type. Probably some prude of a man that strived for the virtue of every woman and thought them all some delicate flower. Well way to go Firion man she supposed.

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