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            ❛ that’s not an excuse, gippal. exactly how long have you been standing there? ❜

   “I heard I might be able to find you here.”

   And it really hadn’t taken long; in fact, there was really only one place to go. With so many prying eyes around Spira these days, it was difficult for a select few to go anywhere unnoticed. It’d taken a great deal of convincing to venture so far away from Besaid unaccompanied; all of them with the best of intentions, but this...she needed to do alone. A few quirked eyebrows and side-eyes were given, though she could hardly blame them—one person in particular, and it even surprised herself.

   Yet here she stood and there he was, standing right outside Djose Temple—well...the headquarters to the Machine Faction, really.

She frowned and rolled her eyes at him. 

“Sweet mother of Bikanel.”

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"Oui yna dra sucd bekraytat, cdippunh, ehcy-" Her words stopped as soon as his lips touched hers. She tried not to revel in them, tried not to revel in him. Not when she was so upset at him. But she couldn’t help herself. His warmth brought back memories of their younger years. Years spent together trying to hide from her father.  Cid hadn't been to impressed with it all.

Faris groaned at the use of the commonly called “pirate accent” before responding. “You know, most pirates where I’m from don’t really talk like that anymore, we often try to separate ourselves from cliches like that.” Sure, cliches are cliches for a reason, but it does sometimes make them seem less intelligent than they actually are. 

“That said, treasure and adventure always do have their appeal, especially when the latter has some practical or historical significance.” More likely historical in this case, as the faction Gippal is said to be the leader of by the locals, they’re likely going to be digging up pieces of technology that has been lost to the ages, which presents to the Captain a means of learning more about this world, so a few of such cliches shouldn’t get on her nerves too much.

BCHAN, MASTER OF SWAG.

he nearly doubled-over laughing. and when his head raised, he had to blink, twice, before he seemed to find the man’s face and see the surprising seriousness with which he’d made such a request. well, he wasn’t sure he could help. he never thought he’d had much luck with women. auron had always drawn them in, back in bevelle, after all. still, it couldn’t hurt to try.