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moonsheenI think my main problem writing anything for this game is that I get plenty of weird little dialogues in my head but nothing large in which to really PUT them. This one of those.
The knight entered with at least five men at his back, five more were yet waiting in the room. The king’s eyes rose at the sound of his footsteps. He looked tired, yet not without some regal bearing left to him. He squinted at the man, the long discerning look of one whom had lived for perhaps a decade too long. He nodded in acknowledgement.
“Your Excellency,” said the Captain, young, strong, voice clear across the stones. “We have come for you.”
“So you have,” said Raminas softly. “And so I shall remain.”
Silence settled over the stones. The men shifted, uneasily, confused. The Captain for his part stared, his head cocking to one side, in a manner not unlike a hunting dog faced with a particularly perplexing circumstance.
“So you shall…?” he asked, at length.
Raminas spread a hand across the table. “This is as it must be, isn’t it?” He rested it back on his lap. It had a faint tremor; he had developed a terrible pain in it, over the last few months. It never stayed completely still anymore, and his fingers rested oddly, the middle slightly higher than the index. “So much death, we have seen…our sons, our wives, our Nabradian brothers. There has been enough of it on this day, we shall see no more.”
“Then you are saying that Dalmasca is lost.”
The king’s eyes flashed from under his wizened brows. “No, it is not. Dalmasca has survived greater storms. This one, too, we shall weather. Our history will not end with what is to be wrought on this day. The Empire has taken much from us. Their debt is a steep one. It shall be paid, time will see to it, as it does all things.
“So it must be,” murmured the Captain, placing a hand his blade’s hilt, “Then you have decided?”
“Yes.”
“So be it.”
“You may do as you see fit,” said Raminas. “I have but one question.”
“Your Excellency.”
There was not an ounce of weariness left in the old king’s voice: “Who are you, and what have you done with my Captain?”
“Your Excellency,” said Gabranth. He drew his sword. Twelve men had borne witness to this exchange. He would have to work quickly. He started with one.
The knight entered with at least five men at his back, five more were yet waiting in the room. The king’s eyes rose at the sound of his footsteps. He looked tired, yet not without some regal bearing left to him. He squinted at the man, the long discerning look of one whom had lived for perhaps a decade too long. He nodded in acknowledgement.
“Your Excellency,” said the Captain, young, strong, voice clear across the stones. “We have come for you.”
“So you have,” said Raminas softly. “And so I shall remain.”
Silence settled over the stones. The men shifted, uneasily, confused. The Captain for his part stared, his head cocking to one side, in a manner not unlike a hunting dog faced with a particularly perplexing circumstance.
“So you shall…?” he asked, at length.
Raminas spread a hand across the table. “This is as it must be, isn’t it?” He rested it back on his lap. It had a faint tremor; he had developed a terrible pain in it, over the last few months. It never stayed completely still anymore, and his fingers rested oddly, the middle slightly higher than the index. “So much death, we have seen…our sons, our wives, our Nabradian brothers. There has been enough of it on this day, we shall see no more.”
“Then you are saying that Dalmasca is lost.”
The king’s eyes flashed from under his wizened brows. “No, it is not. Dalmasca has survived greater storms. This one, too, we shall weather. Our history will not end with what is to be wrought on this day. The Empire has taken much from us. Their debt is a steep one. It shall be paid, time will see to it, as it does all things.
“So it must be,” murmured the Captain, placing a hand his blade’s hilt, “Then you have decided?”
“Yes.”
“So be it.”
“You may do as you see fit,” said Raminas. “I have but one question.”
“Your Excellency.”
There was not an ounce of weariness left in the old king’s voice: “Who are you, and what have you done with my Captain?”
“Your Excellency,” said Gabranth. He drew his sword. Twelve men had borne witness to this exchange. He would have to work quickly. He started with one.
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Date: 2006-12-28 12:10 am (UTC)That said, that the king was not fooled, that Gabranth still barreled out of there, and just ...the way you write them (all the FFXII crew) make my day.
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Date: 2006-12-28 02:13 am (UTC)Good. Job. <3
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Date: 2006-12-28 04:11 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-31 03:19 am (UTC)But they are two questions well asked.
Permission to friend?
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Date: 2006-12-31 03:22 am (UTC)And permission happily granted!
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Date: 2007-01-02 04:28 am (UTC)