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Characters: Vayne and OPEN to everyone who went to Wutai
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: With Kefka already vanished and a small army of would be defenders present, Vayne extends his hospitality by hosting them all.
Location: Wutai
Date: January, 1804
Warnings: Probably political schmoozing out the nose. Beyond that, nothing comes to mind.
Other: Feel free to treat this like you would a party event. There's a lot of us in Wutai, so go ahead and start subthreads to interact with each other as well as Vayne. My inbox can handle it. RAWR!

To put it blunty, Vayne was pissed. Gabranth had dawdled in returning to Wutai, leaving it shorthanded on defenders. Larsa had arrived, prepared to battle, and without the mercenaries paid to guard him. Ondore was off blathering about Ivalice politics in the the thinly veiled guise of fiction. All of these irritations were matters that he would normally treat as a challenge to be overcome, but that madman Kefka had to go and torch the place.  Not that he particularly cared in the slightest, but the village was a means to an end. Still, the Solidor was already calculating how to turn this to his benefit.  In fact, in objective reasoning, while it hindered one aspect of his planning, it served to far advance others strategies he had not counted on being able to employ. Yes, this would be beneficial in the end. Yet he was angered, even if his stoic demeanor did not reveal it.

And Vayne Solidor angered was a dangerous force indeed.

Still, there was a small army of defenders who had presented themselves to face off with the false god in facepaint. With a good portion of the town smoldering and in ashes, it was necessary and prudent that he accomodate them all within his own residence. Fortunately, that had been spared. So he put on the facade of the deeply concerned and caring leader, suffering the harm to his protectorate as a personal blow, and invited them all to stay with him, as thanks for their efforts. Now the task before him was to win over them all, whilst coordinating and delegating others to find shelter for the newly homeless and to begin the repair efforts.

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"I asked for philosophical reasons. It occurred to me after your assurances that Gabranth has indeed redeemed himself to you." Vayne puffed out a breath, into the wintery chill, still frowning at the devastation. "Also because I have been asked by Marquis Ondore to refrain from skewering Kekfa with a sword that he might be brought to trial."

Larsa was no fool and had seen quite well what the man was capable of. The Marquis, however, was a fool, speaking out of turn and with no experience whatsoever.

"No matter, this is no time for a philosophical debate, there are weighty enough matters at hand. Perhaps happier tidings would be a better topic for conversation."

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At least the Solidors were united on the front of the madman.

Vayne grew weary of discussing Gabranth, and the topic of guilt and shame was equally frustrating. Why wallow in something that was past? Better to continue on, shaping a different future. Those thoughts of course, put him in mind of having that conversation with Garnet.

He continued on in silence, listening to their boots crunch on the dried and brown grasses underfoot. "I wonder if it is right for a man to wallow in shame, or if it is better for him to take action to forge a new future." He paused, letting that sink in for Larsa's benefit, more than his own. "On the mention of new futures, I have news to share with you. I have asked Garnet to be my wife."

And if Larsa was an adept student of his brother's shades of mannerism, he would note that both the name and word 'wife' were nearly caressed verbally, and for a fleeting moment, a glimmer of who he once was in years past shone through on his face.

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"She has asked for time to consider my proposal." The words were not laced with a bitter tone, but there was a noticeable hue of regret. That was promptly banished, and easily justified as a man's response to having not received a reply in the affirmative. "I do not fault her for this. She has her country to consider, as well as the possibilities which lie in whatever powers brought us here."

He stopped alongside Larsa, looking off into the distance. "I shall not desist for seeking a way to return us all to whence we belong. Yet I consider that if I am slated to meet my death, then I would lead my life so that it matters, while I have the time to grasp hold of it. And that perhaps, I might find when that day comes, I belong here, by her side, rather in a grave."

Unfortunately, he still was not sold that he could not find a way to outfox this supposed death that was coming and put down Ondore once and for all. Forewarned was forearmed, after all. Still, it would not do to have Larsa suspicious, and there was a great quantity of truth in what he said. His voice dropped, into tones only for his brother's ears. "There is no other I have or ever will know, who I will ever come to care for as I do her."