Badfic Manor

[This whole mess had Balthier of two minds. As a Sky Pirate, his main concern of getting involved was: what's in it for me?. However as an ex-Archadian Judge, he still felt the supposed morals they had, keeping people safe, what was right and wrong. Things he claimed he cast aside. Whilst he was proud of the way he could play his roles well, Fran had known him too long to be fooled by this mummer's farce. Just as Agent Misora had instructed he'd boarded up the ventilation ducts, kept the door locked when they were in or out of the room, and generally avoided going anywhere public. Yes, he could handle himself, but as soon as the perpetrator started using underhanded methods like drugging his victims, something just struck the sky pirate as depraved.  There was only so long that he could force himself to last something like this out until not doing anything began to give him (in his eyes) a bad name.

That Tris girl, was it? She mentioned something about creating a protected room with a magicks barrier of sorts. He respected Fran, and knew she could handle herself better than he himself, but. This was a different kind of warfare. Chemicals vs magicks. Somehow he didn't think that a simple Esuna would fix a paralysing drug. It set him ill at ease, and was beginning to make him twitchy. Different worlds, different methods. The Author could make anything happen as she saw fit. Perhaps she'd allow their magicks to triumph over the science of the killer's world, perhaps not. But it wasn't something he'd risk. He didn't want to risk either of their lives if he could help it.

So.
He'd do exactly what he was used to doing. Running.]