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[April 11] [Suikoden III/Fullmetal Alchemist] Second Choice
Title: Second Choice
Day/Theme: April 11, 2011 "I know who I want to take me home"
Series: crossover - Suikoden III x Fullmetal Alchemist
Character/Pairing: Sarah(->Luc) & Kimblee
Rating: PG
Author's comment: This takes place in the same universe as the "In Harmonia, a Man of Fire..." section of my A Ficathon Walks Into a Bar fic Runic/Alchemic.
"And, pray tell, who is it you're waiting for here?"
Sarah whirled around, skirt flowing out around her like a flower (a fantasy flower, if the man who was meeting her was inclined to describe his imaginings of it- a deep blue rose). "Oh, Mr. Kimblee." They had been spending enough time together lately, she should have recognized his slick voice. "I was hoping that Master Luc might disentangle himself from the grasp of his military colleagues and meet me here for the walk...home," she felt suddenly self-conscious calling their rented quarters at the inn home.
Kimblee checked his pocket watch. He did that, she thought, somewhat more than was strictly necessary. Perhaps he enjoyed flashing the rare piece of technology in public. Perhaps this was just another of his slightly obsessive qualities. Although Sarah did not understand it, she was not about to ask. She preferred to think these things over herself in the quiet of her alternately bored and busy mind. "How long are you planning on waiting?" the self-appointed "Crimson Lotus" asked her. "If you're simply hoping for a gentleman escort, I'd be happy to offer my services. If you don't want to be alone with Sir Yuber and Sir Silverburg, I can oblige in that regard as well."
That bit, at least, was amusing. Sarah did not laugh frequently, but she did smile. Was it obvious that she preferred the company of her fellow mage to that of Master Luc's other followers? "I don't have a precise moment I'm waiting for. Master Luc suggested that I stay until the bell that just rang, but I'm not exactly in a hurry. ...I'd like to give him a little more time."
"Then may I wait alongside you?" he put the watch away.
"If that would please you." Sarah would not admit that it suited her as well. She had had a rather rough day. Funds were running shorter than Master Luc cared to admit and Sarah was not unaware of this. She had invested some time in prowling about the marketplace, scoping out possible ways of making money on the Calerian streets, but the only options available to her had seemed questionable at best.
She had hoped that there would be a modest amount of zenny to be made taking in laundry and doing seamstress work, but there didn't seem to be any such jobs to be found. Some other men or women must have a monopoly on this work. Who did laundry for all the mercenaries coming and going here? She found it hard to believe the majority of them handled it themselves, and after meeting Elaine and Kimblee, among others, she knew for a fact that some of them did wash regularly. ...That was the answer to this question, if not her dilemma. She could ask Kimblee. "Mr. Kimblee, do you handle your own laundry, or is there someone in the area you frequent for such things?"
"There's a couple who I go to. A Le Buque woman and a Harmonian man- one who works for the inspectors on the side. They take in a lot of wash."
"Ah, I see."
"...How much longer?" he asked.
For a moment, Sarah was almost unable to grasp what he was inquiring about. Oh. Other people were not nearly as inclined to wait forever. "A little more."
"All night I think, it will be 'a little more.' Even if he never shows himself," Kimblee said. Sarah frowned. Was he teasing her or not? Either way she was not sure she cared for it. "Miss Sarah, please," he bowed, rose, and help out his tattooed palm, "Allow me to take you home."
"Fine," she relented. She could stay here all night, but there was no reason for Kimblee to do so as well. ...And if this was the only way to convince him to go...
[To be continued/finished over at No True Pair later this week. I apologize for any inconvenience this may have caused.]
Day/Theme: April 11, 2011 "I know who I want to take me home"
Series: crossover - Suikoden III x Fullmetal Alchemist
Character/Pairing: Sarah(->Luc) & Kimblee
Rating: PG
Author's comment: This takes place in the same universe as the "In Harmonia, a Man of Fire..." section of my A Ficathon Walks Into a Bar fic Runic/Alchemic.
"And, pray tell, who is it you're waiting for here?"
Sarah whirled around, skirt flowing out around her like a flower (a fantasy flower, if the man who was meeting her was inclined to describe his imaginings of it- a deep blue rose). "Oh, Mr. Kimblee." They had been spending enough time together lately, she should have recognized his slick voice. "I was hoping that Master Luc might disentangle himself from the grasp of his military colleagues and meet me here for the walk...home," she felt suddenly self-conscious calling their rented quarters at the inn home.
Kimblee checked his pocket watch. He did that, she thought, somewhat more than was strictly necessary. Perhaps he enjoyed flashing the rare piece of technology in public. Perhaps this was just another of his slightly obsessive qualities. Although Sarah did not understand it, she was not about to ask. She preferred to think these things over herself in the quiet of her alternately bored and busy mind. "How long are you planning on waiting?" the self-appointed "Crimson Lotus" asked her. "If you're simply hoping for a gentleman escort, I'd be happy to offer my services. If you don't want to be alone with Sir Yuber and Sir Silverburg, I can oblige in that regard as well."
That bit, at least, was amusing. Sarah did not laugh frequently, but she did smile. Was it obvious that she preferred the company of her fellow mage to that of Master Luc's other followers? "I don't have a precise moment I'm waiting for. Master Luc suggested that I stay until the bell that just rang, but I'm not exactly in a hurry. ...I'd like to give him a little more time."
"Then may I wait alongside you?" he put the watch away.
"If that would please you." Sarah would not admit that it suited her as well. She had had a rather rough day. Funds were running shorter than Master Luc cared to admit and Sarah was not unaware of this. She had invested some time in prowling about the marketplace, scoping out possible ways of making money on the Calerian streets, but the only options available to her had seemed questionable at best.
She had hoped that there would be a modest amount of zenny to be made taking in laundry and doing seamstress work, but there didn't seem to be any such jobs to be found. Some other men or women must have a monopoly on this work. Who did laundry for all the mercenaries coming and going here? She found it hard to believe the majority of them handled it themselves, and after meeting Elaine and Kimblee, among others, she knew for a fact that some of them did wash regularly. ...That was the answer to this question, if not her dilemma. She could ask Kimblee. "Mr. Kimblee, do you handle your own laundry, or is there someone in the area you frequent for such things?"
"There's a couple who I go to. A Le Buque woman and a Harmonian man- one who works for the inspectors on the side. They take in a lot of wash."
"Ah, I see."
"...How much longer?" he asked.
For a moment, Sarah was almost unable to grasp what he was inquiring about. Oh. Other people were not nearly as inclined to wait forever. "A little more."
"All night I think, it will be 'a little more.' Even if he never shows himself," Kimblee said. Sarah frowned. Was he teasing her or not? Either way she was not sure she cared for it. "Miss Sarah, please," he bowed, rose, and help out his tattooed palm, "Allow me to take you home."
"Fine," she relented. She could stay here all night, but there was no reason for Kimblee to do so as well. ...And if this was the only way to convince him to go...
[To be continued/finished over at No True Pair later this week. I apologize for any inconvenience this may have caused.]