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[ Open ] This is What I Brought You
Who: Balthier ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
portolan and you
What: Tarot Reading, return from off-world, open post
When: Mid to late November
Where: Excelsior, his shop, around town
Content Warnings: None so far
OOC: As always, will match prose or brackets.
I. Sign of the Times
[ Business has been...odd...since the near world-ending, since everyone started leaving town, since the guilds have cracked down. It's all the more important he keep the shop safe, but he's that much more wary of people wandering in. So far, the normal folk don't seem to suspect the shop is anything more than a beautiful man with beautiful objects.
But he's been getting restless. So he puts a message out on Our Powers; stop by, guild discounts (either side) and also he's reading tarot.
There's an antique table and two comfortable antique chairs. There are a few decks to choose from. ]
You have a question in mind? You don't have to tell me, but you should think about it while you shuffle.
II. No Place Like Home
[ It's not like Balthier to be low or keep to himself. But between the world almost ending, and then his friends slowly moving our of Excelsior, the anti-meta sentiment threatening the safety of he and his loved ones. He honestly hadn't noticed it eroding his energy.
But after two weeks home, both relieved that his loved ones there are safe and buffeted by the pain of being away from them, he's trying to make a better effort.
So he's reached out, invited people over for tea or dinner, trying to keep this house full and warm as the need to just jump on a ship and go steadily increases. ]
You know this is the longest I've spent tied to one location. There's something enchanting about watching the weather change.
[ He sets out a tray of tea and snacks, all in beautiful antiques. Honestly, eleven months ago, he'd never have expected to get this much comfort out of being so domestic, but here he is. ]
III. Wildcard / Catch-All
[ All your Balthier needs ]
portolan and you What: Tarot Reading, return from off-world, open post
When: Mid to late November
Where: Excelsior, his shop, around town
Content Warnings: None so far
OOC: As always, will match prose or brackets.
I. Sign of the Times
[ Business has been...odd...since the near world-ending, since everyone started leaving town, since the guilds have cracked down. It's all the more important he keep the shop safe, but he's that much more wary of people wandering in. So far, the normal folk don't seem to suspect the shop is anything more than a beautiful man with beautiful objects.
But he's been getting restless. So he puts a message out on Our Powers; stop by, guild discounts (either side) and also he's reading tarot.
There's an antique table and two comfortable antique chairs. There are a few decks to choose from. ]
You have a question in mind? You don't have to tell me, but you should think about it while you shuffle.
II. No Place Like Home
[ It's not like Balthier to be low or keep to himself. But between the world almost ending, and then his friends slowly moving our of Excelsior, the anti-meta sentiment threatening the safety of he and his loved ones. He honestly hadn't noticed it eroding his energy.
But after two weeks home, both relieved that his loved ones there are safe and buffeted by the pain of being away from them, he's trying to make a better effort.
So he's reached out, invited people over for tea or dinner, trying to keep this house full and warm as the need to just jump on a ship and go steadily increases. ]
You know this is the longest I've spent tied to one location. There's something enchanting about watching the weather change.
[ He sets out a tray of tea and snacks, all in beautiful antiques. Honestly, eleven months ago, he'd never have expected to get this much comfort out of being so domestic, but here he is. ]
III. Wildcard / Catch-All
[ All your Balthier needs ]
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[ He gets up for a moment and comes back with an assortment of nondescript junk: a wallet, a boring looking ring, a keychain ]
They're illusion charms to make you unremarkable to anyone who doesn't know you but looks at you.
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You, uh, made this for me?
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[ Balthier isn't sure what they are, but he hopes Ripley knows by now he's generally watching out for him. Even if he needles. ]
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Though you're taking one of these regardless.
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If you're concerned, I gave them to Peter, Otto, and David, as well. Trade with one of them. It doesn't matter.
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Okay. I'll take one. Uh. Thanks.
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Keep it on you. It won't fool anyone who knows you, so there's no harm in having it.
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