The Strahl [closed RP between Slight and Toxic34]

[SlightPhobia]

It had been an exhausting week, to say the least. His own strides toward improving his own airship had been... Meagre was too kind of a word for it. He'd been selling pelts and skins, Vermin teeth and sap of all kinds to try and make a little money. The shops weren't even looking at his rat pelts any more-- apparently he'd flooded the market. Just about the only thing they were taking was cactus fruit... and half the time Vaan wound up trying to EAT it anyhow. Lugging a bound bundle of rat pelts that he couldn't hock to anyone-- not even for two gil a piece! -- he wound up zeroing in on the one ship in the port he knew would have at least a little something for him. The Strahl was a prize just to look at! Hot-footing it to the splendid ship, he stopped short of the main door, looking around to see if its master was anywhere to be seen. He knew how to get aboard, sure enough... but Sneaking aboard with the owner around wasn't wise. "Uuuh...." he hummed aloud, scratching his cheek awkwardly. He couldn't exactly go around screaming the Sky Pirate's name, could he? Balthier had quite the bounty on his head... Then again, Vaan also had a small bounty. "HEY BALTHIER!!!" He shouted, arching a brow as he walked around the tethers of the ship. "You in? ...Hello?" His voice echoed near obnoxiously... the rat pelts smelled pretty... awful.

[toxic34]

"Yes, Vaan?" Balthier said with a sigh. He had just gotten back from Ashe's birthday party, and Rasler had pulled pout all the stops in celebrating. He hadn't wanted to go, but Fran had really been pushing him hard to do so. When he emerged from the cockpit, he flashed his trademark leading man smile. "What reason could you have calling on me this time? Did your trip go well?"

(In case you don't recall, here, Rasler survived throughout. But he and Ashe will only make sporadic appearances)