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Characters: Balthier, Fran and Al-Cid
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: Al-Cid needs a ride
Location: Wutai
Date: January, 1804
Warnings: Too much sparkle in one place?


He couldn't say he was amused with Fran for simply making an accord with Al-Cid to pick him up without clearing it with him first (he was the Captain and the pilot, after all) but Balthier had complied with her word and taken wing to the sky, set for Wutai.

The trip had been long but Balthier was quite accustomed to flying for extensive periods without much of a break. As the aircraft landed in Wutai, Balthier scanned the area, seeing all the damage that had been caused by Kefka. It was becoming tedious to see such damage and he was getting rather tired of even hearing his name. Everything seemed to be about this pathetic little clown. Although, he was glad that the lack of his presence meant Dr. Cid wouldn't be getting into a battle anytime soon.

Killing the engines, Balthier looked to Fran. "Let's find the Rozarrian and leave before that damnable fool tries my patience. And I do not mean Kefka."

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Nodding to Balthier, Al-Cid chuckled a bit before looking back to Fran. "I shall leave you to your work. I daresay I, too, have had enough of heat. Thank you once more, Fran."

Gently taking her hand, Al-Cid kissed it once. He wasn't attempting to seduce her or anything of the like, simply expressing his gratitude to a beautiful woman. "I shall attempt to remove myself from the smell of the madman's carnage for now." Turning, he stepped away toward the ship's bathroom, quite ready to get all the ash off of him.

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Rolling his eyes both at Fran's words and the actions of Al-Cid, Balthier began work on sorting out the fuel for the airship. He didn't need Fran to help him with anything. He was the one who'd get up in the middle of the night to deal with fuel or sort out anything that could be going wrong. While she was indeed the Strahl's main mechanic (well, Nono was but the two of them worked together), Balthier knew a considerable amount more about this airship.

He spent ages examining the engine. He hated the damn thing, but he knew exactly how it ran.

Putting in more fuel, he sighed heavily. He was exhausted from the flight but knew they had an equally as long a flight back and while Fran was able to fly airships, he was posessive over what was his.

Still, he'd pass it up in seconds for the Strahl.

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Fran gave the softest of laughs as Al-Cid kissed her hand. It seemed even one as stoic as her wasn't immune to the man's charm. She turned away and entered the engine room, leaning back against the wall, holding out a clean cloth to Balthier. "How is she running?"

She would never admit it out loud but she did feel rather... unnecessary when it came to the running of this new ship.