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[ There's a man standing who looks rather disoriented and out of place in the business district of Lindblum. He's leaning heavily on what appears to be a staff, and his gauntlet-ed hand is clutching a couple of gyshal pickles which he is eying oddly. He also seems to be either unaware or distinctly ignoring the smell that allowed for the large space around him. Or, that could simply be because he looks to be in pieces. He fiddles with a 'skyphone' device he'd received from the moogles. ]

[ It had been a couple of days since the moogles had found him near-dead. It was rather sad, Noah thought, that the only species he'd done nothing against were the little pompom'd people. Grateful, nonetheless, that they'd helped get him back on his feet, even if he couldn't remember everything that had happened before.]

[The video was zoomed up close on Gabranth's face face, and a small, dark-red spot was coagulating at the right-hand corner of his lip.  He seemed somewhat off, like he was hunched over, unusual in a man who'd always had perfect posture.  He'd taken a bite out of one of the pickles, and after a quick jolt for the kick, a relaxed expression flashed across his face in a blink-and-you'll-miss-it moment before his expression hardlined again.]

As I am to understand, I've been transported to a world known as 'Gaia'. I seem to have arrived here in Lindblum.

[ His face seemed to twitch a moment, as if the next thought that came to his head is rather revolting. It morphs into a small, self-deprecating smirk. ]

My most sincere apologizes to those among you who are disappointed. It appears that I get rather cheated out of everything, death included.

[ A drop of blood drips down from the corner of his mouth. ]

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Not wanting to see someone you care about die is hardly selfish, your lordship.

[There really is no arguing with Larsa, he can hardly do more than walk around as it is. He seeks out a nearby bench and leans back, taking apart his swords which he had been usig as a crutch.]

I am in the business district, near the old women selling gyshal pickles. I tend to get a wide berth from other people, so you should not have much trouble finding me if you insist on doing so. Please, be careful.

[video] Did you want action/log/handwave on this?

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I will be there as soon as I am able. I'm sure one of these moogles can give me directions to that area.

[video] we can switch to action when Larsa gets here, if you want. Or handwave it, if you'd rather

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Don't overtax yourself, Lord Larsa. I would not have you harmed while you were trying to seek me out. I suppose I will be seeing you shortly?

[action] Action works for me!

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[ Larsa does, indeed, get directions from a moogle. He - and the baby bird he's still carrying with him - move as quickly as he can manage without distressing the bird too much. He has his usual supply of potions, but he's uncertain as to whether that will be enough to help, or not. If it isn't, they'll have to find a healer.

The smell of the pickles isn't something Larsa thinks he likes, but he manages to keep his distaste mostly off of his face. ]

Ah, there you are. For a few moments, I wasn't sure I was going to find you after all. You look pale.

[action] action it is.

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[Larsa may try to hide it, but Noah knows him far too well.]

Yes, the pickles do smell rather strongly, but they are quite good. You truly ought to try one.

I have been a bit of a shut in, recently, and I have yet to regain my color. [Understatement. So maybe he'd been feverish and confined to bed for the past couple of days. Larsa doesn't need to know that.]

It is good to see you well. [He looks down at the small fuzzball residing in Larsa's hands. A chocobo. How utterly adorable. He carefully takes a gauntlet off one hand, setting his pickle to the side and gently strokes the top of the bird's head.]

And who is this little companion of yours?

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I am...not hungry, thank you.

[ Really, he has no idea how Gabranth can eat something that smells so terrible. It is no small wonder the people on the street are giving him a wide berth. ]

It is good to see you, also, though I wish you were well.

[ He sets the bird - gently! - down on the bench beside the (former?) Judge. She seems content to just sit there. ]

I found her shortly after arriving here. I don't know where she came from, as I couldn't find her nest, but I couldn't simply leave her there in the street, either.

Do you think that potions would help you? I...do not know the extent of your wounds, at present. [ He's not exactly a trained healer, after all. ] If I cannot provide adequate attention, there must be somewhere we can go, in a city this size. Hopefully not too fair, so you do not have to strain yourself...

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Suit yourself, Lord Larsa.

[He gently picks up the little chocobo and cuddles here against his cheek. It had been so long since he'd had the time or been in the position to play with the cute little things.]

I am doing fine, the moogles have taken good care of me. Healing simply takes time, your lordship. There is little you can change about that.

[He smiles gently, how like his young lord to worry over everybody and everything. Though perhaps doing something would make him feel better.]

Though a potion might do my aches good.

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[ Larsa watches him for a moment, unable to keep from smiling. He is used to Gabranth as Judge Magister, and less as just a man. That is regrettable, he knows, but perhaps now he will have a chance to change that. ]

As long as you are going to get better, and not decline on me, I suppose I will be content enough to wait.

[ He does brighten a little at Gabranth's agreement to accept his help, however. He pulls out a potion and hands it to the man. ]

Luckily, I still have several of these, then.

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He sets the chick down gently and takes the proffered potion with a nod and a quiet thank-you before downing it and letting the cool green tingle relax some of his aches. The bleeding from his mouth has now stopped.]


Excellent, Lord Larsa, you've been practicing. It has done me good, thank you sincerely.

[He scoops the little chick back up and smiles gently at it, stroking the soft downy feathers of it's head.]

So, my lord, what do you plan on doing with this gal?

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[ Larsa smiles, glad to be able to do something. He contemplates the bird for a moment. ]

I'm not certain, yet. I'd like to keep her until she's well enough to do all right on her own, but I'm not sure what to do with her.

Oh! I am expected soon at the fountain in the Business District, to meet with Penelo and Mjrn. They have offered their assistance in this matter.

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The matter of... The chocobo. [He just needs a little bit of clarification. Penelo said she was on her way and he'd only vaguely remembers the name Mjrn, which leads him to believe the adorable fluffball in his hands is the one in question. He'll be sad to see the cute thing go. If he didnt know that he'd have no way of caring for it he would take her as his own.]

I'm sure you will find her a good home. [That's not a disappointed face, not at all. He makes a move to stand, sheathing his swords, even as he winces in pain.]

If you have a meeting, we should get going, your lordship. It's rude and unprofessional to be late.

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[ He nods once in affirmation. ]

Yes, precisely. I do intend to keep her, you know. When you are well, if you...

[ He has no idea how to say it, and he hasn't spoken to Basch at any great length, either. As far as he is concerned, either or both are welcome at his side. And he is aware that he should not stay entire alone for terribly long, anyway. Who knows what dangers there are in a strange world, such as this one?

He changes the subject to avoid voicing anything else too terribly emotional. ]

I think it best you stay here and rest. Your presence might make one of the people I'm meeting a bit uncomfortable, considering past circumstances, though I am sorry to say it so.

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[Larsa may try to be polite and pussyfoot around the issue, but Noah has a decent idea of whom he is talking about.]

As you wish, your lordship. Go meet with your friends in peace, without my looming spectre casting gloomy shadows over you all.

[His tone is very light, making it clear he tales no offense as well as attempting to get the boy to not be so serious and on to lighter matters. He leans back into the benchin a semi-sprawled posture of rest.]

I shall be seeing you again soon, I hope?

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[ Larsa nods. ]

I should certainly hope so, yes. Please do take care of yourself.

[ He tries to sound stern, or scolding, but doesn't quite manage. Seeing Gabranth alive, if not quite yet well, is no small relief to him, even after so long a time. He picks up the bird and turns to go keep his appointment with his friends. ]

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[strays-pride.livejournal.com]

Of course, Lord Larsa, I shall be most careful. You should be careful as to your well-being as well. [And to the chocobo] Take care, little one.

[Noah suppresses a sigh when the little chocobo is picked up by Larsa, though he doesn't grudge the boy a little friend.]