Warning: There is sex in this scene. I'm supposed to tell people that sort of thing right? I would have snipped it out but this is significate.
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"Locke?" Iron is stupified by this turn of events. He'd thought that Locke would be out with Setzer a while longer, and now he's back at the castle. This could ruin a few things, such as his freedom to come and go as he pleases. "What are you doing back so soon?" He pushes the male back at arms length, ceasing the kisses being planted onto his neck.
"I got a letter from Sabin saying that he might have caught the guy breaking into the castle. I figured I'd come for back-up."
'Back-up?' He cocks a brow. "I don't need back-up, everything is under control."
Smirking, the treasure hunter resumes kissing his lovers neck and face all over. "What's with you?" He asks between smooches. "You act like you're not happy to see me."
"I am!" He piped up, realizing his cover would be blown if he pushed the male off. "I'm very happy to see you... it was just a surprise, that's all." Looking around as if he would be speaking about the very room they're inhabiting, Edgar asks. "Where's Setzer?"
Still in an amorous mood, Locke mutters around the bite of neck skin he has between his teeth. "I don't think he'd be into it... although if we pushed it enough..." He kisses the reddening portion of skin.
"No, I thought he'd of stayed here as well." He returns a kiss to the male.
"No. He's on his way to New Vector to drop off my maps."
Finally, Locke removed himself from Edgar's person to walk over to a coffee table. "I drew up a copy for you; all the islands are in the correct order. See?" He unfurls the rolled up map. "Not bad, huh?"
Iron beamed at the map with complete joy coursing through his veins. Part of the reason these war-hero's are still alive is that he had no idea how to get around beyond a few places that had been told to Edgar by the people living there. This map is the key to the beginning of a new world. "Locke... I love you for this." He wraps his arms around the male, kissing him deeply on the mouth.
"Mm." Locke hums before their lips part. "Now you're getting it." Heading toward the bedroom, he's stopped by a hold at his wrist.
"No. Let's use the couch." He backs up pulling the man along with him.
"O..kay. I thought that you hated it on the couch, though. You said it hindered your position."
"I say a lot of things, but, that's the beauty of the mind. You can change it all you like."
Turning the treasure hunter around so his back is facing him, Iron licks a wet trail from the start of the dip between Locke's shoulderblades, to the start of his hairline. Encouraged by the shiver he felt vibrate through his tongue, he actually lapped a nip of hair into his mouth, tugging it gently with his teeth. Locke released a hot breath; Iron's hands find a trail up the male's shirt, his fingers tracing gently, slowly, and tauntingly along Locke's muscles. The brunet leans his head back against the taller male's shoulder, his breathing starts into a light pant when one of those hands pokes up past the neck of his shirt cupping his shoulder, clawing him when it curled in. Cocking his head to allow Edgar to get better access to his jaw, Locke then sways his body back and forth so his hips rock against Edgar's bulge. That enticed the king's imposter to take it up a notch, and the fingers tweaking a pert nipple, descend beyond the treasure hunter's pants' waistband. Kneading the fleshy balls within his palm, he backs over to the couch, stopping when the backs of his legs felt the cushion.
A kiss ensues, heavy, and seeking; Locke's kisses turn to chomps, as its coaxed by the massaging motions going on below the belt. Undoing his own belt, he pulls his pants down just below his rear; kicking off his boots, he uses his feet to help remove his pants completely. A little tease of Edgar's tongue tasted its way into his mouth, before the blond pulled away all together. Lifting his tunic, he shoves his tights off, kicking them away. Edgar then removes Locke's shirt by tearing it open; unable to resist for very long the imposter wraps his arms around the treasure hunter's waist, pulling him down onto the couch with him; seeing to it that he's seated in the perfect place on his lap. Iron didn't bother with locating lubricant or anything, Locke will just have to get used to it; besides, he has a good amount of semen leaking from the head of his erection, that should be enough.
"Aah!" Locke cried out when his parted body was shoved down over the flesh covered rod.
So maybe he needed to wait a bit longer, too bad. Raising his lover's legs over his shoulders, Iron's hands then hold onto Locke's buttocks a little too firmly in their desire to keep him good and spread while he's steered up and down his member. Locke's pained grunts and whimpers, mixed with sighs and pants, only kept the assault going at a steady pace.
"Edgar..." He whispered through breaths, his intention to say something but it wouldn't come out.
Iron bucked his hips up, moaning at the clenching and unclenching of Locke's inner walls.
"Gimme a minute to adjust." He's finally able to get out.
But Iron was lost in his own pleasure, too lost, to understand what Locke said beyond a panted breath. Figuring he'd just have to try to get around the pain, Locke shifts his hips throwing off the steady pile-driver rhythm that his lover had going. Edgar was moving into him as if to say, "you're weak and I'm strong, so be fucked that way". Shifting one more time, he can feel the pain lessening by thousands and his nerves relax a bit. What the hecks gotten into Edgar? He's never this rough. Even his kisses are boarding on painful. Maybe he really missed him. He did practically maul him the last time he'd came back to the castle.
Iron's hand pushed lightly against Locke's chest, laying him back against his thighs and knees to gain better view and access of the male's genitals, which he lavishes with strong strokes and powerful petting beneath the sticky shaft. Locke's body jerked and moved, desiring more of that touch, while also being glad that the thrusting had stopped during it. Last thing he wants is to see the doctor for bleeding up there. Sweaty blond bangs meet his raised thigh, before Edgar's kisses do; shivers rake the treasure hunter's body when the back of his knee is lightly nibbled.
Edgar's hips squirm to get in on things again, and in a thick voice he says. "Hold onto me."
Sitting up, he wraps his arms around his lover's neck, his ankles hooking behind the back of Edgar's head as well. He braced himself when he felt a hand cup his buttocks again, the other hand remained firmly wrapped around his erection. You'd think the two of them were being killed with the moans and groans that then filled the air; Iron was sure if there were a mirror in this room, he'd of actually died, because anytime he wasn't kissing the male, he's been watching the look of pleasure washing over his face. He'd have to make a mental note for fuck the male against the standing mirror in the bedroom next time, because right now... with the weight of it all, the pound of it all, the breaths caught between moans...
Both men cried out into one anothers' mouth; their convulsions hard and jerky before they melted into one anothers arms, Locke's legs sagging off to the couch. Spent, Iron lays them down onto the broad piece of furniture, arms still sturdy around the treasure hunter's lithe body. That was the first time he'd ever had sex, and it was incredible! No wonder Edgar whined like a baby whenever Locke left for too long. He'd have to take back all insult of his feeling lonely- though, he may have severely mistaken lonely for needy. Its understandable when you're as mixed up as Edgar is, after all, he's spent two years in this dump of a kingdom and the world is still a mess; a man can't manage what he can't see first hand. All that pety dribble he's concerned for needs to be trashed so that the real issues can be addressed.
'Rrr. Dammit, now look what you've got me thinking about!' He barks to Edgar, who has been silent all this time.
"Goddess that..." Locke felt himself being rolled onto his back and before he could protest for even a second; Edgar slid back into his aching body, on the lube of his own fluids which are leaking out of the treasure hunter. "Aah..." He groaned. He gave the larger man a push but it did no good. 'I wonder if I could sleep through this?' Locke felt his eyes close with the weight of exhaustion, but little moans slipped from his mouth as Edgar's moans fell in.
The man was nothing short of yawning by the time he and Edgar released again. Locke sort of felt left out on that one, but he didn't care, right now he just wanted a good rest and quickly passed out. Iron tapped the male on the leg receiving a mumble of incoherance. Perfect. Pulling out of the man, he grabs the torn shirt from the floor to wipe himself clean. Grabbing his own clothes he dressed then walked out the door, and down the hall in a hurry. This was going to make a world of difference to his cause and reach towards a new world. Guards saluted him as he passed through corridor after corridor, stopping when he'd reached the prison. Going past the guards at the door, he heads down the stairs and over to Darrien's cell.
Whispering, he says. "I've got a map of the world; Locke made it for Edgar and gave it to me, believing that I am the king."
Darrien could smell the scent of sex permeating off of his leader. It was actually pretty fun that Locke didn't know it wasn't the king he'd been sleeping with. He also thought it was kind of funny because he had no idea that Iron was gay. Taking the map, he stuffs it into his back pocket. "What do I do with it?"
"If anyone comes through the tunnel you hand it to them. I have to keep up appearances for right now, plus I need to make a trip."
"Where?"
"Is something wrong, your majesty? Is this creep giving you trouble?" Asks a guard sneaking up as if out of nowhere.
"No. Everything is fine... I was asking him whom he works for."
"I see. His excellency thinks that we should torture it out of him."
"The prin-... I mean, my brother doesn't have the most official say. I am the king eh..."
"Kieth."
"Kieth. So thank you for your worry, but its not neccesary." Grinning in an almost sneer, he says. "You may go back to your post."
"Sir." Saluting, he walks back to the doors.
"I'm going to check on Sonya- see if she's made any leeway with Terra."
"And the others?"
He shakes his head. "That's what the map is for. Cyan is handicapped now, he may not be able to make it to the costume ball and the hell knows where that dump Doma is located, which is what the map is for. Please see that you give it to him."
"I will."
"I have to go now. Hold in there."
"I will."
Iron slipped out of the prison and back into his chambers. Locke is still passed out on the couch; Sabin and Shadow are no doubt still fucking around. Leaving now would be the ideal thing to do, but he can't. He doesn't want to make any sudden trips out without knowing exactly where he needs to go. He'd memorized the map like a mental photograph, and with a boat and bird, he could navigate around the area easily. Looking back to the couch at the treasure hunter, Iron put on a dirty grin.
'I could just stay in the castle having sex- no, no! I can't get distracted by such things.' Locke's splayed out, naked body being one of them. 'Well I won't get anywhere looking at that. I need to do some work or people will get suspicious.' Walking out of the room, he exits the hall, heading then for the office.
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"I have to go," Shadow says. "I have..."
"Another job. I know." Chimes Sabin. Sitting himself on a slant with his elbow for support, he leans over kissing the man on the lips before sitting up completely. "You don't wanna take a bath first?"
Shadow cocked a brow at that question.
"Right. I should have known."
Grabbing his things, Shadow begins to dress in his ninja gi, covering up that familiar of Clyde. "Something's going on with your brother." Shadow mentions, feeling a pair of eyes upon his back.
"Like what?"
"He seemed off." Straightening up, he pulls the hood over his head. "Like he's got something to hide."
"I'll be sure to talk to him about it." Sabin comments, adding. "I should tell you, though, we sorta had a small fight before I left a while back. He could still be pissed about that, and he's keeping it in because of the break in thing."
"Mm." Shadow begged to differ, but he had no time to care about the matter. He has a job to do and needs to go now.
"Hey, are you coming back for the costume party at the end of the month?"
"No."
"Come on, you never come... this would be a good time to start a trend of change."
"In this world change doesn't come that easily."
Sabin laughed at that statement.
Rolling his eyes, knowing what it was that his lover is laughing about, he says. "I'll think about it."
"Excellent. See you around."
Shadow was gone before Sabin could finish the sentence. Nothing less could be expected of the assassin.
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Terra packs away her tent, tying it to her borrowed chocobo. Katarina lent it to her. Mounting the bird, she steers it forward at a slow pace. Last thing she needed in her condition is to be seated on a running bird, when the ride isn't exactly smooth. She could have been to Nikeah by now if this were not her situation, but then the view is nice so the slow pace isn't so bad.
Cherk! Cherk!
"Easy girl." She pets the birds cheek. "Do you sense something? I'm sensing something too." Looking over her shoulder, nothing looks out of the ordinary. She can't imagine what it might be that's got her on the alert, but its probably going on in New Mobliz. The further she gets from the town, the less she feels the weird sense that something is wrong. She's got four more days of travel before reaching the sea port village; her food supply will last that long as well. It was actually a relief to see Setzer's ship go by overhead; the man brings a strange comfort to her. Terra had to wonder if he'd seen her on the way by? He'll no doubt be going to Vector with Locke to drop off the maps, that the treasure hunter has been drawing out. Everything is going along wonderfully.
"Aa!" She cried out from start. Holding tightly to the reign in her hand, Terra covers the back of her head with her hand, as if to protect her head from oncoming evil. But whatever it was had come and gone in a flash. "Who on earth was that?" She looks ahead to where a chocobo just sped to.
Sonya had to get to Nikeah, that was likely where Terra had gone to. She asked the people in the village but they were a tight lipped bunch. Its not as if she looks like a threat or anything. Her family often spoke highly of her, back when they were alive before the blast shook their village and killed them in their own home; she had been at a neighbors house at the time. Her straight brown mop and big green eyes always did the trick with smoothing over any conflicts, she'd just put on the sad dog eyes. Others were suckers for her freckles. But not these people; some of them went as far as telling her that Terra doesn't even live in the village anymore. Must be nice to be given such blind loyalty. Her knuckles whiten as her grip strengthens; Terra is a wreched woman, undeserving of the things handed to her as she chooses to live in solitude due to a crowd complex. How narcissistic can a person get? Not only does she wish to be alone, she chooses Mobliz as if to say, I'll find solitude in this run down dump of town. Its population is 30 for Goddess' sake!
Looking back over her shoulder, she wonders who that person was she'd passed. It was hard to tell if the traveler were male or female, and if female, whether or not she had green hair. The chocobo was moving much too quickly, and the traveler has a hood up over their head. She would have turned around but she's making good time, and Terra isn't the only on her hit list. She had to pay a visit to a Setzer Gabbiani as well. Setzer wouldn't be a challange; Iron had told her that he adores the company of women and would no doubt take her to bed with him, if she'd flirted in the right ways; and once he took the bait, she will remove a dagger from its wait beneath the pillow in her room at the Inn. His throat will be slit before he can even unbutton.
Kicking her heels into the bird's side, she urges it on. She'll be in Nikeah in two more days.
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Locke groaned inwardly and outwardly. He's barely conscious from sleep but, he can feel a heavy and painful pulse in his lower region and rolling over to sit or stand didn't seem like the best plan of action, so he remains laying on the broad seat of the couch. Throwing an arm over his face, he sighs. Images of himself and Edgar run through his mind. The king's gone mad. He chuckled. 'The people would love hearing that.' He joked with himself.
The groan of the door opening caught his attention. Opening his heavy lids, he turns his head. "If we do it again, would you mind taking it orally, I'm still really recovering from the last time."
Snickering, Sabin slaps Locke on the thigh to scoot him over so that he can sit down.
Noticing whom he'd just spoken to, he laughs. "Right face, wrong brother."
"Hey! None of that now..." He pokes the male in the stomach. "I don't look that much like Ed' when it comes down to it."
"Yeah you do. A twin wouldn't think so, but when you've got your hair out," As if to emphasize this statement, he brushes his fingers along the tail end of Sabin's loosened hair. "and take off that tough guy demeanor, you're the spitting image of each other."
Sabin shrugs, still in disagree of the comment. Leaning over, he grabs Locke's pants from the floor handing them to the stark naked male. "Is Edgar in the bath?"
"No... wait... I have no idea, I went to sleep half way." Yawning, he sits up. Face wincing in pain with each move he made, but it didn't stop him from covering up. Who really cared if Sabin sees him naked, he and the other guys have skinny dipped with each other before, but it would be kind of embarrassing if a guard or a maid walked in.
Watching the slow movement of an inch by inch undoing-striptease, Sabin cocks his head. "You alright? Want me to get a potion for you or something?"
"Would you?" He hisses once his pants are over his nether region, and he sits back down. "I doubt I could make it without a days labor."
"Sure. I'll check the bathroom first." Getting up from the couch, he walks across the sitting room into his brother's bedroom.
"Okay." Dropping his weight onto the back of the couch, he watches Sabin's retreating back.
Looking about the room visually, when he doesn't see his brother he just assumes that he's in his office working. Checking the medicine cabinet in the bathroom, he locates a purple tonic that should do the trick. "Here you go." Handing it over, he sits down in an arm chair.
Taking a gulp of the tonic, he wipes the corner of his mouth where a droplet strayed. "How come you're looking for Edgar? Is it about the prisoner you brought in?" He sets the tonic down on the table. "Who was that guy anyway?"
Sabin shakes his head to the question. "No. Shadow thinks something is up with Edgar, and if Shadow notices something off, you have to consider it because he doesn't normally get mixed up in things like that."
"You know its funny, Setzer said something similar like that to me."
"Really?"
"Yeah." Locke shakes his head. "He chalked it up to boredom. He said if he were confined longer than need be, he'd start to lose it."
"Lose it?"
"More or less." He shrugs.
"I don't think Edgar is losing it, he seems a little off balance, but who wouldn't be with some creep breaking in every ten or so days." Shifting in the seat he leans forward. "Speaking of which; that guy I brought in, says he's working for someone who is definitely out to get us. Imopssible as it is, that guy could have just been gauging me, and the real threat has yet to be unleashed." Rubbing his forearm, he adds. "That little hot-head could have burned me pretty badly if Shadow hadn't showed up. In the end I wound up losing Duncan's house. I was taking too long getting the little punk to stop attacking me and..." He trails off.
"I'm sorry... I know how much your master meant to you."
"Yeah. I'd like to.." He punches his fist into his palm. "beat that little fucker into a new life for this. But, I'm not gonna let it keep me down. I'll rebuild it just as soon as I can. Until then, I'll stay at home here."
Locke chuckles. "Don't make it sound like you're coming home to mommy and daddy."
"That's what it feels like." He teases along.
"Ed might be in the office right now." Locke looks at the door. "...Sabin... would you mind?"
"No. I'll tell cook to bring you something, you just rest your cute little butt right there."
"Thank you." He grins laying back down.
"Uh-huh." Waving a hand, he leaves the room.
Sabin travels down the hall and out into the upper courtyard, down a set of stairs he goes into the next wing where the kitchen is located. The cooks are cleaning up from dinner, all eyes turn to him when the door opens and they stop what they're doing to salute.
"Your excellency."
Waving it off as he usually does, Sabin enters the kitchen. "Can you prepare something for Locke, he's in Edgar's room and can't move around too much."
"Of course." Cook replies, bowing his head. Turning to his helpers he starts giving orders to them.
Exiting the kitchen, Sabin then makes his way to Edgar's office. He should probably tell Edgar about his plans for taking over the Doma region, he'd probably really appreciate it right now. It'll cheer him up from all that's been going on.
Knocking on the door, he can hear shuffling from the other side. "Edgar, you in there?"
"Yes, open the door Sabin."
Pushing down on the handle, he walks into the room. Seeing papers first and the top of his brother's head second, a cold chill runs through him. Could he really do something like this? Maybe he could work outside. Walking closer to the desk, he pulls over an accent chair that's been set into the corner of the room. "Hey, I've been looking for you."
"Really? Why?"
"Just thought we could talk. I haven't seen you since the last time I came home." He shrugs as if its no big deal. "I should tell you, I'm gonna be staying here for a while."
"Oh? Why? Your house burn down or something?" He laughs merrily at his joke, but seeing that Sabin didn't laugh along he quiets down. "What? Don't tell me there really has been some sort of accident?"
"It was no accident. The guy I brought in, set the forest around master Duncan's house on fire... a branch must have fallen on the roof or something, but the whole place was in ashes by the time I got back there."
"Good Gods, are you alright?" He asked with full sincerety in his tone, but his mind was laughing hysterically. It serves the lazy, deserter right. Sabin is the worst of the bunch. He couldn't wait to run free from the castle when his and Edgar's parents died, and then to go on and not visit- appauling! Edgar may have rigged the game in Sabin's favor, but the bastard could at least appreciate his sacrafice a little more- maybe even a lot more.
"I'm fine, thanks to Shadow." Sabin adjust himself in the seat. "I'll have to rebuild the cabin from the ground up, nothing was spared."
"A shame."
"But never mind that, how are you holding up."
'I'd like to stab you in the face with this pen.' Iron thinks with a hidden smile. "I'm alright. Why?"
Sabin shrugs. "I worry about you, Locke is worried too. He thinks something may be wrong- we all do."
"No. Nothing is wrong. I'm swamped as you can see, but other than that everything is just fine." He puts on his best smile.
Sabin grimaced. It looked like his brother ate some bad fish.
"I'm actually thinking about taking a trip to Kohlingen and the South."
"Why?"
"I've gotten many complaints from those areas, and I wanted to see if a more personal touch could calm the towns fears."
"Should you do that? I mean, that kid said that he was working for someone, that may be the guy who's sneaking in and out of the castle- after all, this place is huge. Four wings, someone could live here for a year and go unnoticed."
"Sabin, there is nothing to discuss. The problem has been solved."
"It has?"
"Yes. Which is why I'm going out for a while."
"But how? How has it been solved? Because of one guy?" He stands just as his brother has. "That seems a bit hasty. Did he tell you anything? Is their base in one of those towns- I can come with you."
"Sabin, it is not necessary." Touching his brother on the shoulder, he says softly. "You enjoy your stay, its..." He almost spit saying the rest of the sentence, but he gets it out. "good to have you home."
"Th-.. thanks." He watches his brother leave the room.
"I'm going to take a bath. If you need me for anything, I'll be around until morning."
"Right..." His brows furrow in wonder. What just happened here?
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Iron was probably leaving foot prints in the floor, he'd been walking so hard; up and down the corridors until he reaches his bedroom. He'd expected Locke to still be asleep but the treasure hunter is sitting up eating from a plate filled with sandwiches. He smiles at the his lover when he appears in the doorway.
"Hey!" He greets, holding out a triangle, he asks. "Hungry?"
"Ow! Edgar... dammit, I said I need a rest!"
Locke has been stripped naked of the only thing he'd put on, and is now gripping the frame of the long mirror in order to avoid having himself shoved through it. Edgar is holding him particularly firm at his hips, his nails leaving indentations behind. The king seems to be enjoying himself, though, Locke's voice not even phasing him. Something is definitely wrong, Edgar's never been deliberately rough with him. He seems almost bent on hurting him, and its not exactly easy to throw the man off of you, regardless their spars and training sessions together. Edgar could always best him when it came to wrestling around. It doesn't even feel slightly good; its more of an unpleasent poking through a ride that's already been wrecked halfway down. Locke found himself gritting his lover's reflection out, but it went ignored by the utter lust and pleasure Edgar seemed lost in. By the time he was done; Locke had shrank down to his knees, left panting and pained on the floor while Edgar took a bath and said that he was leaving by morning for somewhere. Locke could care less, if Edgar was going to act like an ass to him the whole time he was here then let him go. Good riddance.
55555
Setzer left the new capital with an armful of rolled up maps. Since trouble has detered Locke from doing the task himself, Setzer plans to drop the maps off at each village for the man. He actually can't wait to get back to the center island. He's going to pop in on Terra and surprise her with a little romance, not his usual stuff either; for this occasion it has to be extra special. All this activity he's completely forgotten about Sabin's odd thought of him getting a home. A good solid foundation would be a huge switch for him. He's lived aboard a ship since it was designed for him. From his first baby the Black Jack, to the Falcon, and now his newly made Black Jack II. Sure when the world had gone to ruin he stayed at Inns, camping most of the time since he'd no longer had any money, but once he'd made a few pieces it was a room at an Inn.
Nightmares haunted him practically every night. The wind whipping around them all, tornados kicking up in the oceans, the ground splitting... and before he knew it, they were all being snatched away. One by one terrified screams picked up around him... For a moment he'd thought he was hearing the screams of the people down below, but this was not the case; it was when his ship split that he could no longer try to bring them to ground level. He spotted Terra trying to hang on, let go of the wheel and rushed to her aid... He still bares three scars on his wrist from her nails cutting into his skin, just before her hands slipped free from his grip as if someone had torn them apart, and then he simply toppled forward and down to the earth. He was up a tree when he'd regained consciousness about four months later he'd discovered. How he'd survived he did not know... but he was grateful... that is, he was grateful until he realized what had happened. Everything he owned was gone. Everyone he had come to know... ripped away from him again. The situations may have been different, but the after affect was quite the same.
That's what put it there. That love for Terra; it wasn't that she was the last face that he had seen, but what she had said to him before they were pulled apart... she said: "I'm not letting go." It was strange to him when she'd said it. He hadn't a clue what she'd meant, but then it hit him one drunkin day in a pub that she'd meant that she was letting go, but not by her choice. She believed that he could hold onto her... she believed in him, and its been a long time since he'd truly felt something like that. He became the thrill seeker, and the lover, the gambling free spirit of the skies... but deep down he questioned if it were truly himself or not. Being reunited with his friends he found that this man really is who he is, only now he truly feels it. When Celes had walked into that bar with Sabin, he knew that if two survived than more had. The world wasn't going to fall completely into darkness, and it was not an empty planet as he had believed, and for the restoration of it, he had to live.
These maps will do the trick for sure. Locke is a very smart man indeed. Its a shame really, that it took the two years for all of this to go underway. But they had to make their own lives before starting to repair others'. Boarding the ship, he thought about going to Mobliz first, but then decided that it would be better to start with Tzen and Albrook since he's already in the area, then he'll move to Thomasa, and so on and so on.
"Speed it up man, we have quite a few destinations to get to in just today." He says over his shoulder to a man whose volunteered to help him with carting the many maps about.
"I'm coming as fast as I can, maybe you should slow down." He chided while picking up his pace.
Setzer only laughed to that, pulling down the door to enter the ship. Stepping onto the flying vessel, he waits for the assistant to enter before pulling the door closed and locking it. They went through the hall and up four stairs into a living room area.
Pointing Setzer says. "Just set them down, I'll be on deck. Make yourself comfortable."
The man looks around, marveling at the ship. He's always seen it going by overhead but has never once been on board. Its incredible. Everything is beautifully decorated, lavishly thick and comfortable, polished and shiny. Not a scuff on the wooden floor. He could really like living in a place like this. Setting the maps down on a couch, he takes the opposite seat from them, holding onto the arm rest tightly when feeling the weight shift beneath him. Maybe he'd have to rethink living in a place like this, his stomach if going to upturn for sure. Thankfully the ship straightened out before his dinner could escape. Looking about, he spots a cabinet filled with bottles of wine. He wondered if "make himself comfortable" meant by any means. Stepping over to the cabinet, he opens the glass door; lifting a bottle out, his eyes widen as if approving of the brand.
"That one-.." The man yelped through his words. "is already in the decanter. Help yourself."
Stammered, he nods. "Th- thanks. Uum... who's flying the ship?" He could have sworn the man worked alone.
"Autopilot."
"And you trust it?" He hated this modern steampunk world that existed around them. He'd never once taken a train, and yet he lives in the new Capital, just as he'd lived in the former Capital and the place founded the use of steam, making its larger profit from the king's of Doma and Figaro kingdoms. But atomatic pilots... amazing.
Pouring himself a drink, the man takes a seat. "So have you heard?" He says to break the intense silence brewing.
"About?"
"The mysterious deaths that have been going on in South Figaro?"
Setzer shakes his head.
"Its bad, I hear an entire family was slaughtered, not to mention some men in the north region by Narshe."
"That matter was at least sorted out. The prince caught the culprit, he's been jailed."
Letting out a sigh of relief the man says. "Good. I'd hate to think of what would happen to this world if it thought another threat were coming."
Something about that chilled the gambler, and he decided to return to deck to fly his ship...