Fortune Favors the Bold
| Fortune Favors the Bold | |
|---|---|
| Date of Cutscene: | 25 November 2012 |
| Location: | Fluorgis |
| Synopsis: | Ivo's lucky day gets just a little luckier. |
| Cast of Characters: | Avira, Morrighan Alazne, Ivo Galvan, Baigan |
His cloak rippling behind him, Ivo hums quietly to himself as he tosses a rather plump coin purse up into the air and catches it, stowing it by his belt and keeping his hand on his hip as he exits Fluorgis's City Hall, the familiar pleasant burble of the desert city's fountains only broadening the amiable smile which has upturned his lips. Despite a few unsettling moments in his recent history, luck has been favoring him over the last couple days. A few jobs have sent him to all manner of delightful corners of the world, proving to be most diverting. Though the sun is beginning to set, and fatigue has ensued, the young swordsman feels a faint regret that he should end his adventure so early, even if headquarters is only a plaza away.
But then, it's hard to imagine his life getting any more interesting.
"Oof!"
Typically, the knight-errant is more perceptive, but gazing contemplatively off into the distance as he is, the distracted woman approaching him isn't noticed until it is too late. She collides directly with him and falls on her butt, immediately looking up at him with haughty indignation as the satchel she is totting falls from her grasp, some of its contents spilling out. "You there, peasant!" she exclaims. "Watch where you're going!"
"How clusmy of me," Ivo, who had been standing still, murmurs, reaching out with one gloved hand. "Please, allow me." He glances at the lady as she reluctantly accepts his aid: a dark elf, clad in white. "Ah, your purse..." He kneels down, attempting to gather some of its contents.
"Yes, well, hurry up!" Morrighan huffs, looking around distractedly again. "I have no time to waste! Captain! Oh, Captain!? Where did you go this time!? It's almost as though you're /trying/ to avoid me!?" The very moment that Ivo places the last object he can see into the woman's satchel, she seizes it and rushes off without a word of thanks. "Captain!!"
Ivo, calm-eyed and vaguely entertained, silently watches her go, until a sparkle in the gutter catches his eye: a memory sphere, which must have rolled from her purse. Blinking, he rises and takes it up, without hesitation activating it to view its contents... and the image which is projected causes it almost to fall from his grasp.
"Is that... but... how...?"
As soon as Ivo is able to shut his dropped jaw, he sloooowly looks over to where Morrighan ran off, then back at the sphere-- and then sloooowly begins to grin, until impish delight overtakes his entire face. It doesn't matter how. It doesn't matter why.
He knows what he must do.
And he promptly turns toward the nearest tavern, grin unfading, as he begins to toss the sphere up and down just as he had been toying with the coin purse before.
His lucky day isn't over quite yet.
A minute later, Baigan, Vanguard of Baron, slowly peers out from an alleyway.
"...Is she gone...?"
