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🧙 WHO: Balthier & Tifa Lockhart
⚔️️ WHAT: Cult Classic quest!
🕒 WHEN: 9/05
🗺️ WHERE: Downtown Camelot.
⚠️ WARNINGS: None at present, will edit as necessary.

[Endlessly clever though Balthier believes himself to be, he's been known to admit on more than one occasion that even the greatest sky pirate needs a partner— and without his here to accompany him, he finds himself needing to find a substitute. For this particular job, the right person had come to mind almost immediately— as acquaintances went, she was still rather recent, but she had proven herself to have quite the nose for troublemakers. That was precisely the sort of assistance he was going to need, this time around.

He had asked Tifa to meet him outside a particular café in downtown Camelot. Fortunately, their quarry had given them a good lead through his or her previous actions, and while they apparently never looked the same twice— hence no one being able to identify them as of yet— each incident had been in this general area of town, and about this time of night. It was early enough that most people would be complacent about anyone who happened to approach them, but dark enough to allow the culprit cover as needed. Tricky, but quite clever, in his opinion.

Folding his arms comfortably across his chest, he lightly leans against the wall of the café, just around the corner from the front door. It would keep him out of the obvious line of sight of most casual passersby, but for his would-be partner, he would be easily spotted within a moment.]

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[There's applause and cheers from those that have stuck around to see the end, and Tifa joins in the chorus as she offers one to Balthier in return as he walks across to her. She couldn't have done this without him, and his showmanship with the sword was nothing short of impressive.]

Thanks. I've been practicing.

[Her smile pulls a little wider when a woman nearby waves at Balthier, trying to grab his attention. Ah, he has some fans!]

Yeah. Good idea, but make sure to at least take a bow before we go. I think some of the audience wants an encore.

[Wouldn't want the leading man to miss out on his much-deserved applause!]

Oh, heaven forbid I pass up the opportunity— but I'm not taking my bows all on my own.

[He smiles broadly; it had, after all, been a joint effort, and while the woman in the crowd continues to try and grab his attention, he instead reaches for Tifa's hand and lifts it high before taking a bow and gently tugging her hand to encourage her to do the same.

It wouldn't be much of a curtain call with just one of them, and it would seem that Tifa has her admirers, as well— there are a number of people who begin to clap even more enthusiastically as Balthier releases her hand and steps to one side, gesturing for her to take another bow on her own. It's only appropriate to give a leading lady her dues.]

I think they might even go so far as to demand an encore— a shame we don't have anything prepared.

[Ah, well— always leave them wanting more.]

[The man underneath them grumbles under the weight of their feet on his hands, but Tifa only digs it in further while she happily takes the bow with Balthier, and the cheers meant for her (Balthier, please!) have her cheeks turning a deep shade of pink, highlighted more by the lights shining on them.

Tucking a hair behind her ear, she turns her back to the crowd, her smile sheepish when she casts Balthier an embarrassed, sideways glance.]

Better we save it for next time.

[Not that there will be a next time for this guy. When he stirs again, Tifa hoists him up by the arm, and although he was their culprit for the evening, she's still careful not to wrench him too much—wouldn't want to dislocate his shoulder or something to make their job that much harder.]

I don't think the nearest station is too far from here, is it?

I think you're quite right.

[Time is, after all, of the essence— as the groaning of the man beneath them quickly serves to remind.

Balthier is quick to follow her lead, bending down on one knee to hook an arm beneath the masked man's before looking across to meet Tifa's gaze and nod in confirmation as he hoists upwards on his end. Between the two of them, the man won't pose much of a challenge.]

Just a few blocks down, I believe. We'll be there in no time— and our friend here can take his bows and spend the rest of the evening in his very own private cell.

[Balthier has spent enough time in prisons to know it will be anything but pleasant.

Well, that's what you get for letting yourself be caught.]

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wrapping it up! &hearts;