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Characters: Zidane thespian_thief, Fran choosingexile
Progress: Incomplete
Summary: Zidane's off to do some more common good and gets an unexpected fringe benefit. So unexpected, in fact, that he's about to cause himself bodily harm. Let the good times roll~
Location: Lindblum → Treno
Date: January 15th, afternoon/evening.
Warnings: None, really. At least. There shouldn't be anything? :D;

After nabbing himself some lunch to go from Bobo's pub, Zidane stocked up on a couple potions and medical supplies just in case and then headed out the Hunter's Gate towards Pinnacle Rocks to where he remembered the gargant tunnels being. Summoning one didn't take long--Zidane knew what the greens the gargants liked to eat like the back of his hand by now, and as soon as he heard the telltale cry of the approaching insect he prepared to make his jump. Once on the buggy, Zidane kicked back and sprawled out on the entire seat on his side, folding his hands behind his head as he watched the weathered rock walls pass him by. He checked his phone once in a while to see if there were any updates from Lindblum, but besides Minister--wait, make that Regent--Artania's post there was nothing.

How little they knew about the light that had flooded over Gaia frustrated Zidane more than he liked to admit, and he imagined if he hadn't come across Fran's network post he'd have gone off hunting Grand Dragons for answers he, deep down, knew no one could give him. But he just couldn't stand not knowing. Dagger was missing, and with her so were Beatrix and Steiner. If Zidane only hadn't left Alexandria when he had--

But then again, with all her knights and Beatrix herself and admittedly even Rusty's skills had shaped up considerably over the years... And besides that, how did one fight against a light? Arg-- It just pissed him off, not being able to do squat but grasp at straws. And Eiko was missing too. Freya wasn't answering his calls, and none of Alexandria's kitchen staff had seen Quina. He couldn't get in touch with Amarant, but that didn't really surprise him so he didn't know if Amarant was missing too or if he was just being himself.

And then there was the whole losing contact to the Outer Continent, Zidane thought to himself as he absently unpacked his lunch and began shoveling it into his mouth. (Gracefully, we might add. Okay, fine, we're lying.) On about his sixth bite he discovered that he was eating some kind of Trick Sparrow stir fry, shrugged to himself, and went right on eating. What'd he been thinking about...? Oh yeah-- He hadn't been able to get a single thing through to Mikoto all day. As soon as he was done with Fran in Treno, he intended to go straight to Qu's Marsh to see if he could hitch a Gargant out there to see if the light had hit there too, and if there'd been any damage. And then go straight back to looking for his girls, of course, but both Eiko and Dagger had entire kingdoms looking for them as it was so they wouldn't miss him for a couple more hours. And Freya, well, Freya would probably be offended that he thought she needed looking after.

Yeah. Everything would be okay.

These thoughts occupied him until the gargant was pulling into the Treno station, and Zidane came to his senses just in time to tumble off the buggy before the gargant was gone again. Dusting himself off, Zidane took a moment to stretch his whole body after being stationary so long, giving a slight yawn. Got here without a single hitch. Not bad, not bad.

Wordlessly, he made his way to the ladder leading up to Dr. Tot's tower, scaling it nimbly as he hummed to himself in a content fashion, determined not to worry too much in front of his new acquaintance. Soon he was at the top, and with a great heave the hatch opened to give Zidane passage to the tower room itself.

"Hey, Fran!" he called out as he folded his arms against the floor of the tower, still halfway on the ladder with only his head poking out through the hatch. He greeted Fran with the friendliest close-eyed grin he could manage, tail swaying enthusiastically behind him. "Help has-- Uh--"

And then Zidane made the mistake of opening his eyes, which immediately went wide when he finally saw Fran.

Who, he might have thought to add at this point had his mind not come to a complete, reeling stop, he had not previously realized was a girl.

Or, uh--

Quite so--

...Fran?

From Zidane's point of view, all he was seeing were legs that seemed to go on forever and creamy, honeyed tan skin. And--

The next thing Zidane knew, he was losing his footing, and with a yelp he fell right back down the way he came. His tail wrapped around the ladder instinctively to stop his fall, but that unfortunately only caused him to swing down and strike his head on a lower rung.

"O-owww..." he whimpered to himself, gloved hand going to rub the sore spot on his head. Luckily, he thought to himself with an internal sigh, his skull was notoriously thick. Still.

'Smooth. So very smooth. At this rate, I'm going to die alone surrounded by Moguta's kids.'

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"Yeah, yeah, sit wherever," the barkeep grumbled, motioning to the few available seats in the cramped space. "I'll have Tina slap some sandwiches together or something--

"Tina! You hear me? Sandwiches for the lady and the punk!"

"Aw thanks, 'keep. I knew you cared," Zidane called out after the disgruntled man, who dismissed him with some more grumbling and a wave. Their food on the way, Zidane then pulled out a chair for Fran before he swung a chair around for himself. He sat down with his usual amount of poise and grace, straddling the back of the seat with some measure of enthusiasm.

"Now that that's settled," Zidane began as a way of conversation, trying to make small talk so that he was at least halfway decent company. "Anything on your mind? People tell me I'm a good listener."

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"Thank you," she said with a slight narrowing of the eyes as he called back to the woman who undoubtedly was fortunate enough to work for him. Though in a part of town that was lucky to get any currency rolling in it, that sentiment was probably not far from the truth. Fran nodded in thanks as Zidane pulled a chair out for her, and after unfastening the bow from her back, she sat down.

Her attention turned to the young man now across from her as he spoke, she carefully propping the large weapon up against her chair and the table at the same time. A rather talkative fellow indeed, she mused as she ran her long nails through a lock of her hair. Reclining a bit in the chair and neatly crossing her legs, Fran gave him a small smile.

"That is not a simple question," the woman said, dropping her hand into her lap. "It's a lot to take in at once. Never before have I encountered something such as this. It is unsettling." At the very least. "But I appreciate your hospitality."

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"Yeah, I bet. I guess if nothing else, it's an adventure, huh? It's okay to be unsettled when everything goes crazy on you like this, but don't worry too much, 'kay?" Grinning, Zidane kicked his legs a little and thumped himself on the chest, tilting his chin up confidently. "Because you've got Zidane Tribal on your side, and I won't let anything happen to you on my watch."

That proclamation made, Zidane fell into a brief, thoughtful silence. Then he folded his arms over the back of the chair and leaned his chin against his arms, casting his gaze up at the ceiling. It made him strangely uncomfortable to hear that Fran was unsettled. Not that it wasn't understandable or even surprising, but hearing it in those terms right off her own lips just didn't sit right with Zidane. He was never one to sit by when someone was in need, anyway. There was no way he'd go off and leave Fran alone all by herself on this continent whether she could handle it or not, and this pretty much settled it. Handling wasn't the same as being okay. So like Zidane had said, he could do his searching from pretty much anywhere, so there was no reason why he and Fran couldn't do their searching together.

"Hey, do you wanna hear a story? I've got a good one."

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Thick lashes narrowed around her eyes once again, but this time in a sense of amusement. And adventure it was, though not one she had signed up for. All ind all, she was rather involved with one back in her home world, and that was definitely enough. What bothered her more than waking up in a strange place full of strange smells and even stranger people was the fact that she knew her comrades were far away, their burden on one less pair of shoulders. The Stilshrine was not a place one would wish to stay for a prolonged visit. She only hoped they were all right.

"You offer that freely. Even to a complete stranger?" Naive, perhaps. Nothing seemed to dampen his parade. A sunny outlook was a pleasant way to go through life, but it was not one you could trust indefinitely. Fran much preferred the real, even if reality could be harsh.

But she was not one above throwing your alliances in for a common goal. It had turned out fruitful on many occasions, leading to one of her more prominent relationships, even. But when you had centuries, well, you had time to explore such things. The life of Humes was short. Perhaps that was why some of them preferred to look at things optimistically.

"I doubt I could deter you otherwise," she said, crossing her long arms casually, but she said it with a light air in her voice. "Please."

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"I happen to be a very good judge of character," Zidane defended with something of a pout, though in reality the truth of his statement had yet to be tested. The course of his life had hammered an eternal spring of optimism in the boy, and since his journeys with Dagger and company had begun a little over three, three and a half years ago that optimism had been tested a thousand times over. Each time, Zidane stubbornly endured and each time his determinedly hopeful outlook on life was that much stronger for it. By now, there was simply no stopping it. Zidane's optimism was a force of nature, and he wasn't holding back even in these arguably grim times.

"Since you asked so nicely, though, I'll tell you my story even though you might've just alluded to being one of those shady, dangerous strangers my family always warned me about~" That was a bit of a half truth--Tantalus was, as far as Zidane was concerned, his family. And, well. The group of them were usually the strangers other families warned their kids about, but. Ah well, a point was a point.

"Let's see... Okay, once upon a time there were two mice," Zidane began. "They spent all day in their little burrow under the kitchen cupboard, never venturing out because the owner of the house had a cat. One day, they were watching the house cat sleep like usual when a block of cheese fell down near the cat. Now the mice, see, they didn't get much to eat in their burrow and that cheese was looking real good. So the first mouse said to the second, 'We should go get that cheese.'

"'No way!' replied the second mouse. 'What if the cat wakes up and eats us?'

"'And what he doesn't? Maybe he's real tired. Or maybe he's not sleeping at all. Maybe he's dead. You don't know that he isn't,' argued the first mouse. 'I'm going.' And then he darted out while the second mouse stayed behind. Now what do you think happens...?"

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Perhaps she was a bit too logical, but despite her decades of acquiring knowledge and wisdom as she saw fit, Fran could not make a connection with their conversation to the story he was telling. Not for the life of her. Humes could certainly be curious creatures, that was something she had realized not long after she left the Wood for good. Yet even with all the years she had spent living among them, Fran knew she would never fully understand them. This one was of those cases, though perhaps the ending would let it all make sense.

Her face hardened a bit at his question, giving it thought. She was definitely not one of the most expressive individuals out there, but if you could real the small changes her lips or eyes would make, you could read her emotions relatively well. Few could.

"If nature were to take it's course," Fran said, cautious, "then the first mouse would most likely meet its end if the cat were to wake." But that was obvious. Somehow she doubted that was the ending Zidane would go through the course of telling the story for.

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Zidane pondered her answer for a moment, glancing up at the ceiling once more before he grinned broadly and looked back over at her, nodding his head in acknowledgment.

"You know what? Probably exactly that. Maybe the first mouse does get eaten by the cat, and maybe he gets away with the cheese. The story doesn't say," he answered without missing a beat, seeming almost proud of this development in their conversation. Mostly people would just say something along the lines of 'I dunno'. He certainly had the first time he'd heard the story all those years ago. "Because the story isn't about the course of nature. It's about choices, because all we do know is that the mouse that stayed in the hole wound up starving to death without doing anything at all.

"See, it doesn't really matter how history remembers the first mouse. Whether he lived or died, whether he was foolish or brave. What matters is that he took a chance and didn't let the 'what ifs' wear him down. He just... went," Zidane pounded his fist against the table for emphasis. "And that's the part that matters. So I'm gonna be friends with you, and if the cat wakes up then that's that. At least I won't ever starve to death."

Zidane paused to give Fran a chance to take the story in, smiling encouragingly at her.

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Well, that was certainly not what she was expecting. Fran's confusion at first was clear by the way her light brows furrowed together, trying to catch the joke in all of this. But he was serious, if not determined in his conviction, and the crease in her forehead smoothed out as he went on explaining. No happy endings, of course, but no guarantee of a sad ending, either. A metaphor, something Balthier would have surely enjoyed twisting his own way if he had been there to listen to it. Blind optimism? But not without some backing, it appeared.

Yes, even after fifty years, Humes could still surprise you.

It was not something unrelatable to Fran, either. It had been that very sentiment of staying where you were, not taking that risk that caused her to forsake her heritage and her people to justify her own means. Some days she missed the wind as it blew between the leaves. Once she had spent hours just listening to the forest speak, but she had always been the more lively of her sisters. Soon the boughs of their forest village could no longer hold her interest. The Humes had a saying that "home was where the heart is". Her heart did not lay there, not at rest. She itched to leave, to experience the world, to "live" - another nuance from Humes - and so she had. He was right, it was better than starving to death, even if that was an outcome that you could depend on.

"Without risk," she began, tilting her head lightly to the side, "life loses it's taste, does it not?" If her profession could say anything about that. The past few years on the Strahl had certainly been some of the most exciting. Fran did not elaborate, however, wanting Zidane to draw his own conclusions.

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Zidane fell briefly silent once more, giving Fran's words the due consideration they deserved. His smile became more subdued, expression sobering to show her that he took this seriously. Not gravely seriously, but it was genuinely what he believed in and how he saw the world. And, for better or for worse, it was how he lived his life. Through it, he'd gained and he'd lost, he'd done right and he'd done wrong. It wasn't perfect, just like Zidane knew he was far from perfect, but it was the best way he knew how to live.

"Hmm..." he mused aloud, tail thumping dully against a chair leg out of force of habit as he gave serious thought to his next words, trying to string them together in a way that made the most sense. "I don't think it's the risk, per se. More like... The mystery. Like the story I just told you'll never be quite as gripping again, because you already know the end. When you know where something is going, following through on it becomes... going through the motions, y'know? But diving into the unknown'll never stop being thrilling no matter how many times you do it. Change is scary though, I think. For everyone. Not having the future planned too. So the risk is definitely part of it, but I'm someone who chases mystery."