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[And with one simple video, Celes' world has turned upside down again and she's not sure what to think. Gaia is messing with her now. Time was, she'd have rushed straight over to see him, but now... that's just what she needs: time. So she does the natural thing and high-tails it out of Figaro on foot in the middle of the night.

She doesn't leave without shooting off a couple of locked text feeds first, though.

Edgar:
Something's come up. I'm leaving for a few days. Don't try to find me. I won't be gone long.

and Terra:
I'm not in Figaro right now, but can we talk? Text, voice, or in person, I don't care. 

After that, she flicks on her Sky Phone to announce her departure to the rest of Gaia via voice post.]



If anyone needs me, I'm leaving Figaro for a few days. Call it cabin fever. I won't be gone long.


[For the early hours of the morning, she will be getting herself beaten up in the Sunleth Waterscape, as per her usual coping mechanisms. Once the sun starts peeking out, she'll head off somewhere else where she won't be found as easily, tucking herself among shelves of books and actually reading to pass the time.

After a while, she gets up the nerve to text Balthier.
We need to talk. Phone or in person, it doesn't matter.
]

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Date: 2011-05-23 02:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] theleadingman.livejournal.com
[He accepts the book with genuine interest, pulling at it so that it rests between them on the table, rather than directly in front of either one of them. He examines the open page, eyebrow quirked.]

Fascinating. I'll be honest, I hadn't taken the time to visit this place until now. Seems a shame. I could easily spend days here.

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Date: 2011-05-23 03:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] theleadingman.livejournal.com
[He smiles, making an effort to appear enigmatic for effect.]

I was quite a lot of things before I became a sky pirate. A science person, as well as an avid book person.
Edited Date: 2011-05-23 03:25 am (UTC)

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Date: 2011-05-23 03:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] theleadingman.livejournal.com
That night was about you. I thought it might not be the best time to share all the details of my colorful history. [He wasn't quite prepared to talk about it openly yet, either, but he leaves that much unsaid.]

I don't mean to sound conceited, but I was considered quite the prodigy in Archades. My father wanted me to follow in his footsteps. I rather wanted the same, until he went mad.

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Date: 2011-05-23 04:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] theleadingman.livejournal.com
As did I. [He pauses, carefully considering his next words.] And Dr. Cid made sure I stayed deep within the Archadian Empire every step of the way.

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Date: 2011-05-23 04:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] theleadingman.livejournal.com
That was part of what made him so dangerous. He was mad, to be sure... but he had enough control to continue to pursue his lust for nethicite with a single-mindedness that was... truly frightening. [He frowns.]

He sold me into military servitude to gain himself leverage; had me made a Judge. I was sixteen.

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Date: 2011-05-23 03:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] theleadingman.livejournal.com
[He shakes his head.]

I couldn't stay there. I had watched his steady descent into madness over a matter of years. It was the last straw. I abandoned the Judges less than a year later and stole the prototype of a ship I had helped design when I had worked in aeronautics. Redesigned the ship so it wouldn't be recognizable, changed my name and took to piracy instead. It was about as far from being the star of Draklor Laboratory as I could get.

[There's another long pause as he questions whether or not to go further.]

I didn't see him again for four years or so. Not until I found myself a part of Princess Ashelia's struggle to reclaim Dalmasca from the Empire. He had fallen even father than I had expected, willing to go to any lengths to...

[He frowns again, discreetly fussing with his shirtcuffs.] We were forced to confront him more than once. In the end, I put him down.

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Date: 2011-05-23 04:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] theleadingman.livejournal.com
I cannot recall anything else so difficult. [He offers a small nod, agreeing. The past can be difficult to talk about, and he thinks it's clear enough that this isn't particularly easy for either of them.] I've not spoken of it so plainly before.

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Date: 2011-05-23 10:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] theleadingman.livejournal.com
I'm sorry. [Though he knows better than most that the words can never be enough to ease that particular pain. Only time will do the trick, if anything at all.]

... perhaps we have more in common than we initially thought. [That was saying something, to say the least.]

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Date: 2011-05-25 10:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] theleadingman.livejournal.com
[His sentiments echo her own.]

While I must admit that it's nice to be able to talk about such things without worrying whether or not the other person will understand, it's unfortunate that we both had to suffer in order to reach such a point.

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Date: 2011-05-27 08:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] theleadingman.livejournal.com
[He frowns as he slowly rises to his feet. While he certainly doesn't feel unwelcome, he feels as though his extended presence may only make things more difficult at this point, especially with his own newfound difficulties with keeping things from getting too personal. Being so sharing was a very recent development, and one he had a feeling he might come to regret before long. He hoped not.]

It seems as though Gaia is full of surprises. I think perhaps I should take my leave.

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Date: 2011-05-29 05:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] theleadingman.livejournal.com
Truth be told, I don't want to... but I believe that may be precisely why I should, if that makes any sense. [He shakes his head briefly.]

Of course I understand.

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Date: 2011-06-01 06:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] theleadingman.livejournal.com
[He takes a few steps forward, closing the distance between them.]

One thing before I go, if I may?

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Date: 2011-06-01 10:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] theleadingman.livejournal.com
[Without further preamble, he takes the hand nearest to him and leans forward to seal parted lips over hers. In the event that she chooses to remain with Locke, he would hate to have this regret hanging over his head.]

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