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[After having seen what he thought might be an airship from the Balamb Garden view looking down on Balamb Town, Vaan enters town, intent on finding the airship and examining it.]

[Unfortunately, Vaan only finds himself in front of the train station, with a man selling stupid trinkets to tourists, trying to make him buy fertility beads or a big turquoise fish head hat. A real best-seller.]

Nghh… this is going all wrong…

[Vaan sounds pitiful, his voice tinged with obvious disappointment. Sprawled out on the steps, he watches the daily happenings in front of him. He has maybe a hour or so before he needs to get back to the Garden.]

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[... He wasn't going to, but this is Vaan. Better put things straight since otherwise he might not get it.]

And I'm 22.

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Oh. That old?

[At ease? Yeah, not really. Vaan doesn't mention it, but it's clear from the way he quiets up, paying more attention to the ground.]

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... [Balthier's about to get back to that one but the silence makes him reconsider it. He clearly isn't the only one bothered by being made into a mercenary.]

[skyfugitive.livejournal.com]

The age limit is at 25.
[Aw, the heck. Going with the joke, but only this time. Being in a strange world is enough even without the whole mercenary stuff. Without Penelo around, he feels a bit responsible for Vaan. But only a bit.]

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You're pushing it.

[Vaan grins. The only thing he really has over Balthier right now is his youth. He seems happy enough to drop the other subject.]

What about Mjrn and Larsa? Did you see them?

[skyfugitive.livejournal.com]

Briefly. Her royal highness is present as well.