Figaro clearly needs more Bears wandering about. [Action]

[hi-no-dansu.livejournal.com]

[Now that Sabin's ears had quit ringing from all that rumbling at the Earth Shrine, he was finally able to wander around the town located around Figaro Castle with ease. A lot of people merely lowered their heads at the sight of their Prince walking amongst the commoners while others bowed at his presence. It was an annoying motion but he didn't stop them from showing their respect. He nodded politely as was due his station before moving forward.

The Prince was on a mission. He was quite clearly looking for someone but can be stopped and spoken to by anyone in the area. Maybe he'll find some interesting little treasures of his own to bring back to the castle? Perhaps he'll spend a small fortune from Figaro's Treasury in the process? Figaro's Notorious Spendthrift is on the loose!]

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[danceawaypain.livejournal.com]

[Penelo happens to be out in the town, on her way back to the inn with a few ingredients for lunch. One of these days she'll find herself a house of some sort, if she can ever save up enough.

Still, she spots Sabin walking through the town and she waves, while holding her small basket of wares close to her chest with her other hand.]

Sabin! There you are!

[hi-no-dansu.livejournal.com]

[Well, there's a familiar voice that he's never heard in person before. Sabin looks in the direction of Penelo's voice and is thrilled to finally meet the Dancer in person.]

Hey, Penelo. I would've been out sooner but I guess I needed to sleep for a day or two.

[Then he's grinning at her.]

Enjoying Figaro so far?

[danceawaypain.livejournal.com]

I am. It reminds me a lot of home.

Good to see you made it back in one piece.

[hi-no-dansu.livejournal.com]

I did say I'd make it back in one piece, didn't I?

So you live in a desert then?

[danceawaypain.livejournal.com]

Yes, it's called Dalmasca. I'm from Rabanastre, although it's been a long time since I've seen it.

[hi-no-dansu.livejournal.com]

Dalmasca, huh? Well, hopefully Figaro is as nice as Rabanastre is.

Have you been settling in all right?

[danceawaypain.livejournal.com]

I have. I've found some small jobs and I've been minding Shain for Ashe and Prince Rasler. I'm hoping to save up enough to find a little house by the end of the year.

[hi-no-dansu.livejournal.com]

You know... If you're looking for a job, I know a merchant or two that owe me a favour.

[He may have helped out a couple of merchants here and there being harassed by some the more uppity guards charged with patrolling the town and "keeping the peace."]

[danceawaypain.livejournal.com]

That wouldn't be right. I'll be fine. I am a sky pirate. I'll figure something out.

[hi-no-dansu.livejournal.com]

A sky pirate? You don't look like the robbing and plundering type. Appearances can be deceiving I suppose though so, I'll leave you to it then.

[danceawaypain.livejournal.com]

Not quite that kind of pirate. [See how amused she looks.] Although Vaan has gotten a bounty put on our heads. It's more like the free flying, treasure hunting sort of career.

[hi-no-dansu.livejournal.com]

[Sabin will be laughing at himself now.] Sounds like you're more like Locke than a pirate. He calls himself a Treasure Hunter

[danceawaypain.livejournal.com]

Maybe a little. I'm more the navigator than a pirate. Someone's gotta keep Vaan on the straight and narrow.

[hi-no-dansu.livejournal.com]

Everybody needs a person like that.

[Sabin wanders over to a booth and starts inspecting the wares. People make charms for their sky phones apparently. He stares at them with a bemused look on his face.]

[danceawaypain.livejournal.com]

[Penelo looks equally bemused. It seems such a frivolous thing, but then, she wears combs and feathers in her hair for decoration. Why not a little charm?]

Did you find something?

[hi-no-dansu.livejournal.com]

[Sabin pulls up a charm in the shape of a red dragon.]

If I knew what it was...

[danceawaypain.livejournal.com]

[Always the practical one, Penelo hooks a finger under the charm and looks at it.]

Looks like a dragon.

-.- *fails at life for forgetting to tag this*

[hi-no-dansu.livejournal.com]

[Upon closer inspection, Sabin sees the Dragon.]

Ah, I see it now.

[danceawaypain.livejournal.com]

It's cute. I wonder what it's for. A hair ornament?

[hi-no-dansu.livejournal.com]

[Sabin gives Penelo that bemused look again. He remember's his mother's pins with much clarity.]

Wouldn't it have a pin instead of a strap?

[hi-no-dansu.livejournal.com]

[Sabin perks up at his name being called. He grins at the King from over his shoulder before walking toward Rasler.]

Rasler, what brings you out today?

[hi-no-dansu.livejournal.com]

I needed a little excitement in my life today before I got into another political debate with a member of Figaro's court that I really don't want to get into unless I absolutely have to.

[hi-no-dansu.livejournal.com]

And something that I'd rather leave up to people who have an interest in the topic.

[hi-no-dansu.livejournal.com]

Indeed. For some though, they are lucky to have been into it.

[Sabin smiles wryly at that comment.]

[hi-no-dansu.livejournal.com]

It's a sad notion, but truth nonetheless.

[Seems that Rasler could use a bit of distracting. Politics isn't exactly one of Sabin's strong suits either as he begins pointing back toward the market.]

Shall we see if we can find something of interest to bring back home with us? Maybe a toy for your son or something else?

[hi-no-dansu.livejournal.com]

I believe I seen some merchants selling items geared towards young children back this way. [Sabin points to the left.]

so they need the Figaro equivalent of a rubber duck. XD

[hi-no-dansu.livejournal.com]

Hmmm...

[Sabin ponders the notion. He's not entirely sure where to find a water toy but he's sure willing to give it a shot.]

I believe I saw a couple of merchants selling toys as well.

[hi-no-dansu.livejournal.com]

We shall!