jacktheironknife:

Adventurous.

carrionkings:

Fight to the Death | Hitoshi Sakimoto

stealing-your-rhythm:

“Eruyt Village” || Final Fantasy XII OST

mortevatem:

   _{Me? “No, thanks.“ He quickly wanted to scurry back to his dorm. His canaries were waiting on their dinner, after all.}

          _{…Isn’t that the guy who ran into that girl, anyway?}

 _{…Isn’t that the formal-jogger again? He looked anxious to run off again. Sitting up from the dorm couches, Vaan held out a controller to him, regardless.}

_{“C’mon! One game never hurt anyone.”}

indritjis:

  ✠ “Sounds dangerous," he commented, thumbing his chin thoughtfully. Then again, Vaan clearly wasn’t from this area, so right now, anything to him might be ‘too far off to tell’. Ingus looked back at him and nodded, a reassuring smile plastered on his face. “Let’s just keep our guards up, aye?”

  The young knight opened his satchel and began to sift through the contents, mumbling an audible ‘excuse me’ at the young Dalmascan. When he had failed to find what he was looking for, he looked up at Vaan, eyes knit in disappointment. “I’m afraid I’ve no spare maps with me…”

        _{Dangerous… it was a substantial size, but even if it had been the size of a hare, supposed he should hold some caution, at least more than usual, for the  sake of his own newness with the area. Watching Ingus rummage through his bag’s contents, his mind wandered to the temptation of what value the loot from it could hold in his own land.}

_{“That’s a shame…”}

                             _{Which it was.}

       _{Only, he had already made up his mind to pursue the creature. Vaan let out a laugh before flashing a smile at the other, “I’ll just have to use my sense of direction then.”}

rosannean:

  Clearly, the words that the noble spoke had rung
  true — for he severely doubted if the other would
  react in a manner such as this, were he truly as
  innocent as he attempted to claim. he was blund-
  ering, uncertain of how to defend himself against
  a claim that been, more or less, a bullseye. Lips
  would purse, and Virion’s gaze would quickly flit
  downwards, so as to take in the rest of the other
  male’s appearance. He wasn’t dressed like any
  of the other citizens currently occupying the busy
  market — moreover, he did not look like a denizen
  of Valm at all. Perhaps that would explain it, then?
  He was stranded, and thus stooped as low as
  thievery to earn attention — or money?

  It was a bit of a stretch, to say the least; but the
  elder had nothing else to go off of at the moment.

        ” ᴛʜᴇ time for excuses has long since passed,
             I fear — ᴀɴᴅ I’d have vastly preferred to hear
           the truth fall from your lips, anyway. ”

  With that, the grip he had upon the others’ wrist is
  diminished, and the offending hand is released. A
  bold move, to be sure — almost as though he was
  certain the boy-thief would not immediately run.

  Even if he did, Virion would likely catch him.

     ” sᴏ, speak the truth to me. ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ not of Rosanne,
      are you, boy? sᴜʀᴇʟʏ you did not travel here solely
        to attempt to pick a Duke’s pockets —. ”

                     _{Did he say Duke? The day had frankly gone from
                     bad to worse in all of a few moments. Perhaps the
                     obviously wealthy had not been the best targets.}

                                          _{A bit of shock left Vaan as the nobility had released
                                          his arm. He used one hand to clasp the other’s wrist
                                          defensively and took a step back. Had he truly been
                                          that trusting of him not to flee? Or perhaps, he wasn’t   
                                          interested in turning him in, after all? Regardless, his
                                          prying  about  Vaan’s  general  intentions  seemed to
                                          demand  an  answer.  One  which  actually,  after the
                                          other’s protests, might be better given truthfully. He
                                          had  seen  through  Vaan’s  poor  attempts  before,
                                          anyways. No use in attempting to hide his intentions.}

                _{“The truth is that I’m on my way to look
                into some rumors of a valuable west of
                here. I  was  just  passing  through and
                needed  something  to  get  by.”}

                                _{Thinking about it, that did sound rather awful to hear aloud.}

                                                        _{“Just to get to the next town, I mean.
                                                         My  loot  from  hunting  hasn’t  been
                                                         that  great  out  here,  and  ya  know
                                                         how  it  can  be…”}

        _{Reminding himself of the other’s position,
        however,  Vaan  considered  the  chance
        that the other didn’t know. The thief could
        only  hope  once  again,  but  certain  past
        encounters with officials left him doubtful.}

                        _{“Not that it changes things for you, I guess.
                          Being  a  D u k e,  aren’t  ya  gonna  have
                          someone arrest me or something?”}

mortevatem:

   _{”Rebel against the fate that descends.”}

          _{Peering over to view the other’s book, seemingly one supportive of romantic ideals, Vaan responded, “You can try, but if it’s really fate, is it even possible to rebel against it?"}  

send me a “☁” and i will put my itunes on shuffle, pick my favorite line from the first song that comes up and use it for a starter.

_{“Bust out the Contra, Let’s play Nintendo.”}

       _{It was raining again, like that was all this damn city did while the group of them had come on vacation, which did not help the fact that Vaan had seemingly lost everyone in – what was either Queen Anne or the Lantern District according to the map on his cell…}

     _{The glow of neon lettering in foreign characters and general décor around him, however, would insinuate the latter. His general frustration was building. Giving up on GPS, the tourist finally let go of his pride to ask a near passerby, “Hey, would you mind tellin’ me which way the Space Needle is?”}