Title: Rumors
Game: Suikoden 2
Characters: Viktor, Flik
Pairings: None
Summary: Viktor and Flik discuss rumors about the upcoming war.
A/N: Set somewhere in the beginning of suikoden 2 and felt like writing a bar scene for some reason hm.
The bottle crashed on the counter making a few people jump nearby. It was silent in the bar as everyone in the establishment turned and looked at the noise. A dark haired man glared around for a moment and all eyes turned away quickly. Know one wanted a fight especially with such a brute with a giant sword next to him.
The dark haired man nodded in satisfaction before motioning the barkeep over. “Another drink my good man.”
The barkeep gulped nervously. “Don’t you think you have had enough?”
“No dammit.” He slammed his hand on the counter making a few cups shake on the bar. Brushing his shaggy hair back he glared at the terrified barkeep. “Bring me another.”
Nodding the barkeep poured the man another drink and watched him toss it back. He couldn’t help but noticing the big sword next to him and wondered if he was a wandering mercenary. He didn’t think there was much work for any mercenary since the Toran Liberation Army had defeated the Scarlet Moon Empire ages ago. Without them they might still be at war and it was all thanks to them that there was peace. A noise at the front caught his attention and he watched as a man with blond hair stride in. The man was dressed in all blue and had a commanding figure. Sliding onto the stool the man motioned for a drink and the barkeep poured him some liqueur.
The blond haired man tossed back his drink and said, “Well Viktor I figured I would find you here.”
Viktor turned sideways and smirked. “Why yes Flik this would be an easy place to find me since this is the only bar in town.”
An amused chuckle escaped Flik and he sipped his next drink slowly. It was true this was the only bar in town and it wasn’t a very big town. The place they had stopped at to rest reminded him more of a ghost town. Not too many people lived out in this backwater place or had never returned since the war years ago. He wondered if this town would ever be alive again.
“Did you get the information you wanted Flik?”
Flik nodded slowly and let out a tired sigh. He looked at his friend in sadness. “Yes it appears that our hard earned peace may end soon my friend.”
Viktor tossed back another shot and grimaced at the harsh burn. He mulled over his friend’s words and felt a sudden dread. It looks likes they were coming out of temporary retirement again. Rumors had been circulating that the Highland Army was on the move and it wasn’t good. The rumor that had been going around was that the Unicorn Brigade had been massacred by the Jowston Army. Many were skeptical about this rumor but those who had been in the war long ago were not. Rumors always had a hint of truth and he feared this current one about the war may come true.
“Dammit!” Slamming his drink on the counter again Viktor turned to his friend in frustration. “Don’t people ever understand that wars solve nothing? Its just causes more death and senseless violence.”
“People never do learn Viktor. Its human nature to make mistakes and sometimes they never learn from it.”
“That’s just stupid.”
“True.” Flick mused quietly, but then he smiled. “But that’s the only way us mercenaries get paid.”
Viktor blinked and then suddenly chuckled. A fond twinkle appeared in his eyes. “Hm it has been a while since we were last paid well and wars do bring in the money. Guess its better then farming the land or becoming bounty hunters.”
Flik smiled and stood up. Tossing back the rest of his drink, he placed some money on the bar and looked at his friend. “Shall we go and find out if there is any truth to the rumors my friend?”
“Sure why not.” Viktor stood up and picked up his huge sword. “Better then sitting around here doing nothing.
The two friends walked out of the bar and out on the quiet road. Not a lot of people were out during this time of night and they headed for there inn. Once they reached there rooms Viktor stopped and tapped Flik on the shoulder. When the blond haired man looked at him he smiled.
“So where are we going in the morning?”
“Why to see Anabelle of course and find out if this rumor is true.” Flik opened his door and stepped inside. “After all she is the leader of the Jowston Army.”
“Of course she is. How does the man find this out?” Viktor grumbled good naturedly as he stepped in his own room. “Must be that devilish charm of his.”
The two friends prepared for bed and knowing they would need an early start in the morning. Jowston was several weeks away and it would take them time to get there. Soon enough they knew there services would be needed and a war would break out once again.