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[Dec. 14] [Breath of Fire IV] Anonymous Victories, Anonymous Failures
Title: Anonymous Victories, Anonymous Failures
Day/Theme: Dec. 14, 2011 "men without names and men without faces"
Series: Breath of Fire IV
Character/Pairing: Scias, Ursula
Rating: PG
Author's comment: A continuation from my story for Dec. 13th.
...Then again, in his case, that might be personal pride speaking. He was pretty much a worthless nobody. For years he hadn't cared about much more than where his next paycheck (and then his next drink it would be paying for) was coming from. But meeting Ryu and the princess had altered his priorities.
Working with Ursula meant they were staying that way.
He wasn't exactly on any special time table, so Scias assumed it would be all right to make a small detour through his favorite part of the market. There was a particularly high amount of second-hand weapons and armor in circulation these days, considering the high rates of both casualties and desertions the imperial army had faced in the days immediately following the God Emperor's return to Chedo. Most of it was the usual standard issue junk (and the majority of it wasn't in the best condition either), but sometimes a gem- some specially made sword or a helmet handed down for generations until there were were no heirs left to inherit it- would wind up for sale. On his luckiest days, that wonderful find would even be discovered on the discount table because the seller couldn't recognize the quality of his or her find.
Nothing stood out to him today, but perhaps that was because his thoughts were too divided, drifting lazily here and there between his upcoming visit with Ursula, the sights and sounds of Chedo that surrounded him (not to mention some of the smells, both off-putting and tantalizing), and contemplations of the nameless, faceless, selfish man he had been and the nameless, faceless, compassionate man he had become (though Nina believed that side of him had always existed within him and his turnabout atop the Tower of Wind was only him finally choosing to acknowledge it). Good or bad or something inbetween, he wasn't one of those people who would be remembered by history. Some things never changed.
Not that that meant he minded. He would only blush and stutter if he were pushed into the spotlight. He was the type of man who was meant to simply support his friends from behind. All he desired was to do that well enough to please them. ...And, well, he would like to keep up his small personal pleasures of collecting swords and drinking and napping if he could, but he could always return to those things when the unsteady world around him was standing more securely on two feet.
Day/Theme: Dec. 14, 2011 "men without names and men without faces"
Series: Breath of Fire IV
Character/Pairing: Scias, Ursula
Rating: PG
Author's comment: A continuation from my story for Dec. 13th.
...Then again, in his case, that might be personal pride speaking. He was pretty much a worthless nobody. For years he hadn't cared about much more than where his next paycheck (and then his next drink it would be paying for) was coming from. But meeting Ryu and the princess had altered his priorities.
Working with Ursula meant they were staying that way.
He wasn't exactly on any special time table, so Scias assumed it would be all right to make a small detour through his favorite part of the market. There was a particularly high amount of second-hand weapons and armor in circulation these days, considering the high rates of both casualties and desertions the imperial army had faced in the days immediately following the God Emperor's return to Chedo. Most of it was the usual standard issue junk (and the majority of it wasn't in the best condition either), but sometimes a gem- some specially made sword or a helmet handed down for generations until there were were no heirs left to inherit it- would wind up for sale. On his luckiest days, that wonderful find would even be discovered on the discount table because the seller couldn't recognize the quality of his or her find.
Nothing stood out to him today, but perhaps that was because his thoughts were too divided, drifting lazily here and there between his upcoming visit with Ursula, the sights and sounds of Chedo that surrounded him (not to mention some of the smells, both off-putting and tantalizing), and contemplations of the nameless, faceless, selfish man he had been and the nameless, faceless, compassionate man he had become (though Nina believed that side of him had always existed within him and his turnabout atop the Tower of Wind was only him finally choosing to acknowledge it). Good or bad or something inbetween, he wasn't one of those people who would be remembered by history. Some things never changed.
Not that that meant he minded. He would only blush and stutter if he were pushed into the spotlight. He was the type of man who was meant to simply support his friends from behind. All he desired was to do that well enough to please them. ...And, well, he would like to keep up his small personal pleasures of collecting swords and drinking and napping if he could, but he could always return to those things when the unsteady world around him was standing more securely on two feet.