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[Sept. 6] [Final Fantasy XII] Prefer the Icy Embrace
Title: Prefer the Icy Embrace
Day/Theme: Sept. 6, 2010 "the cold only kills"
Series: Final Fantasy XII
Character/Pairing: Vaan, Fran, Balthier, etc. (main party)
Rating: PG
"Brrrrr," Vaan's teeth chattered. He had donned a ragged cloak before their climb began up Mt. Bur-Omisace, but it provided insufficient protection from the cutting chill of the wind as it roared down the mountain. "How can anyone stand living here? The creatures might be dangerous, and you might fall through the ice on the river, but I bet this weather on does most of the killing out here on its own."
"Every region houses its own horrors," Ashe replied nonchalantly. She had once been innocent herself, but that was long ago. From a young age her life had been marred by the presence of death. Basch nodded, numbly agreeing with his monarch's words.
Vaan was no stranger to death himself. If they thought he was naive, then they were getting the wrong idea. He wasn't pure he just...was a bit quick to blurt out the first thing that popped into his mind. "Well, I mean, uh, better the devil you know, right? I'd rather die from the heat of the desert than this miserable cold."
"You sure about that, pup?" Balthier looked back at him and laughed. Vaan's pride stung at the charming bark of amusement. "A death from the heat- either stroke or dehydration- is quite painful. At least the cold will take you quietly. Neither's a fitting way for a hero to go, but if the choice were put to me, I would easily pick the grasp of winter. Better to slip away into a peaceful slumber, never to awaken. At least I could dream of heroics as I died."
"Further, the heat may confuse the mind ere it kills. A wanderer lost in the sands may stagger onward toward illusions of the mind, only marching, godforsaken, to death's dry embrace." Fran added. She spoke merely the facts. Vaan could only assume she agreed with her partner on this matter due to a lack of contradiction in her statement.
"Why do we engage in these morbid little conversations anyway?" Balthier went on. He sounded annoyed that he had been drawn into giving serious consideration to such an unpleasant tangent.
"Because Vaan wants to know everything these days. And because he doesn't know much, he's got to start somewhere," Penelo purposely sassed him.
She ducked and giggled wildly as Vaan hurled a snowball after her pigtailed head.
Day/Theme: Sept. 6, 2010 "the cold only kills"
Series: Final Fantasy XII
Character/Pairing: Vaan, Fran, Balthier, etc. (main party)
Rating: PG
"Brrrrr," Vaan's teeth chattered. He had donned a ragged cloak before their climb began up Mt. Bur-Omisace, but it provided insufficient protection from the cutting chill of the wind as it roared down the mountain. "How can anyone stand living here? The creatures might be dangerous, and you might fall through the ice on the river, but I bet this weather on does most of the killing out here on its own."
"Every region houses its own horrors," Ashe replied nonchalantly. She had once been innocent herself, but that was long ago. From a young age her life had been marred by the presence of death. Basch nodded, numbly agreeing with his monarch's words.
Vaan was no stranger to death himself. If they thought he was naive, then they were getting the wrong idea. He wasn't pure he just...was a bit quick to blurt out the first thing that popped into his mind. "Well, I mean, uh, better the devil you know, right? I'd rather die from the heat of the desert than this miserable cold."
"You sure about that, pup?" Balthier looked back at him and laughed. Vaan's pride stung at the charming bark of amusement. "A death from the heat- either stroke or dehydration- is quite painful. At least the cold will take you quietly. Neither's a fitting way for a hero to go, but if the choice were put to me, I would easily pick the grasp of winter. Better to slip away into a peaceful slumber, never to awaken. At least I could dream of heroics as I died."
"Further, the heat may confuse the mind ere it kills. A wanderer lost in the sands may stagger onward toward illusions of the mind, only marching, godforsaken, to death's dry embrace." Fran added. She spoke merely the facts. Vaan could only assume she agreed with her partner on this matter due to a lack of contradiction in her statement.
"Why do we engage in these morbid little conversations anyway?" Balthier went on. He sounded annoyed that he had been drawn into giving serious consideration to such an unpleasant tangent.
"Because Vaan wants to know everything these days. And because he doesn't know much, he's got to start somewhere," Penelo purposely sassed him.
She ducked and giggled wildly as Vaan hurled a snowball after her pigtailed head.