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[April 2] [Breath of Fire IV] Ursula Pays Him
Title: Ursula Pays Him
Day/Theme: April 2, 2012 "the last collapse of primary color"
Series: Breath of Fire IV
Character/Pairing: Scias & Ursula (Scias->Ursula)
Rating: PG
Author's comment: Picking up from some BoFIV writing I did in December. So, some context: post-game, a new Chedo rises from the rubble. Ursula is running the city. Scias is involved in the rebuilding.
He came around to the general's headquarters, housed in a half-crumbled wing of the former royal palace, at an ambling pace and was ushered into her presence by a pair of humorless guards. They were no kinder now that they recognized him than they had been when he was merely yet another hired hand coming to the general for the pay that was due him for his efforts toward putting the capital back together one board and nail at a time.
"Enter," Ursula commanded as they announced him.
"Hello," he forgot all about the guards and their unpleasant nature in her presence, giving, for just a moment, the clever lady the full force of his ridiculous grin.
"I see that you're well," she replied, turning immediately to her books and scales, weighing out his appropriate pay while several sub-commanders and stuffy money lender-sorts looked on.
"Thank you," the zenny was heavy in his hand. It was a good feeling. He hadn't even needed to dirty his blade for it. He didn't know much of the details of building, but there were plenty of skilled craftsman around all too happy to claim a larger share of the pay for their efforts in not just working, but teaching and supervising the others.
"What are you planning on doing with it?" she quizzed him gently, her strong, warrior hands skipping about the abacus and marking him, with a single stroke of the brush, as paid. Scias knew where he was headed already and was not shy to intimate such. Ursula listened, but there were other men who needed paying, who needed answers, who wanted to argue. "I suppose I'll be seeing you again soon," she told him and even if that only meant when he was paid again in the week to follow, he would accept that as enough. ...But still, he was a man who had seen, over a short stretch of months, many amazing things, and such sorts of men are bound to dream.
He shuffled out of her office with a mixture of thoughts, both glad and disappointed. His meeting with the general was too short. But she paid him well and praised his handiwork with her unsmiling mouth and perfectly chosen words and pretty, painted eyes. He longed to linger in her presence. But she might have implied she would join him.
It was a drinking sort of mood.
When he had said he would away to The Grilled Dragon he had made a good choice. The food was as good as the drink there- a rarity among the joints he tended towards. Whether the evening would stretch out long or short now, only time, the possibility of company, and the quality of the drink involved could tell.
Jaeya herself met him at the door to The Grilled Dragon. The sun had only just begun to dip over the hills to set in the west. Chedo stopped looking white and blue and red and yellow, repainted by the shadows to gray and green and orange and gold.
[to be continued here on April 6th]
Day/Theme: April 2, 2012 "the last collapse of primary color"
Series: Breath of Fire IV
Character/Pairing: Scias & Ursula (Scias->Ursula)
Rating: PG
Author's comment: Picking up from some BoFIV writing I did in December. So, some context: post-game, a new Chedo rises from the rubble. Ursula is running the city. Scias is involved in the rebuilding.
He came around to the general's headquarters, housed in a half-crumbled wing of the former royal palace, at an ambling pace and was ushered into her presence by a pair of humorless guards. They were no kinder now that they recognized him than they had been when he was merely yet another hired hand coming to the general for the pay that was due him for his efforts toward putting the capital back together one board and nail at a time.
"Enter," Ursula commanded as they announced him.
"Hello," he forgot all about the guards and their unpleasant nature in her presence, giving, for just a moment, the clever lady the full force of his ridiculous grin.
"I see that you're well," she replied, turning immediately to her books and scales, weighing out his appropriate pay while several sub-commanders and stuffy money lender-sorts looked on.
"Thank you," the zenny was heavy in his hand. It was a good feeling. He hadn't even needed to dirty his blade for it. He didn't know much of the details of building, but there were plenty of skilled craftsman around all too happy to claim a larger share of the pay for their efforts in not just working, but teaching and supervising the others.
"What are you planning on doing with it?" she quizzed him gently, her strong, warrior hands skipping about the abacus and marking him, with a single stroke of the brush, as paid. Scias knew where he was headed already and was not shy to intimate such. Ursula listened, but there were other men who needed paying, who needed answers, who wanted to argue. "I suppose I'll be seeing you again soon," she told him and even if that only meant when he was paid again in the week to follow, he would accept that as enough. ...But still, he was a man who had seen, over a short stretch of months, many amazing things, and such sorts of men are bound to dream.
He shuffled out of her office with a mixture of thoughts, both glad and disappointed. His meeting with the general was too short. But she paid him well and praised his handiwork with her unsmiling mouth and perfectly chosen words and pretty, painted eyes. He longed to linger in her presence. But she might have implied she would join him.
It was a drinking sort of mood.
When he had said he would away to The Grilled Dragon he had made a good choice. The food was as good as the drink there- a rarity among the joints he tended towards. Whether the evening would stretch out long or short now, only time, the possibility of company, and the quality of the drink involved could tell.
Jaeya herself met him at the door to The Grilled Dragon. The sun had only just begun to dip over the hills to set in the west. Chedo stopped looking white and blue and red and yellow, repainted by the shadows to gray and green and orange and gold.
[to be continued here on April 6th]