[Chrom's Moogle is infinitely more tech-savvy than he is. It's why he asked Kulevi to keep an eye out for the appearance of newcomers on the lab machines and let him know when someone pops up in a place threatened by danger. Which is almost everywhere these days, unfortunately. Sure enough, she zipped straight to Chrom, letting him know someone had just arrived several miles out from Aqures Ixen, and the companion Moogle had already been dispatched to assist.]
[This leaves Chrom with few options. A chocobo is definitely the best way of getting to the newcomer quickly, as he doesn't have access to an airship, and it would take him too long on foot. He sends Kulevi to the Chocobo Farm with a pouch of gil to rent a chocobo and join him on the plains.]
[And this means he has to ride Crackers.]
[Thus, Takumi is soon joined by an armored man atop a chocobo with eyes that are turned out just a little too far apart, more like a fish than a bird. Its head moves in quick, shaky jerks, and a bubbled warble is thick in its feathered throat.]
Hail there! My name is--
[Crackers bends its head back and clamps the lord's forearm in its beak. It doesn't bite down, it just sort of. Holds on. For no reason.]
--Chrom. Er... Have you been informed of the current situation?
[He ignores his mount for now. He's learned that's the best approach, to wait it out and just let the chocobo do its own thing.]
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[This leaves Chrom with few options. A chocobo is definitely the best way of getting to the newcomer quickly, as he doesn't have access to an airship, and it would take him too long on foot. He sends Kulevi to the Chocobo Farm with a pouch of gil to rent a chocobo and join him on the plains.]
[And this means he has to ride Crackers.]
[Thus, Takumi is soon joined by an armored man atop a chocobo with eyes that are turned out just a little too far apart, more like a fish than a bird. Its head moves in quick, shaky jerks, and a bubbled warble is thick in its feathered throat.]
Hail there! My name is--
[Crackers bends its head back and clamps the lord's forearm in its beak. It doesn't bite down, it just sort of. Holds on. For no reason.]
--Chrom. Er... Have you been informed of the current situation?
[He ignores his mount for now. He's learned that's the best approach, to wait it out and just let the chocobo do its own thing.]