Vincent listened to it all, clutching the red crystal close, but very carefully, in his gauntlet-covered hand. He didn't seem to be in any danger. If anything, he was surprised by the other life forms--and moogles. Moogles were real? Huh.
Taking stock of himself, noting the familiar presence of his firearm at his side, then standing. Ignoring his hair and cloak whipping in the wind, and moving inside. A smaller moogle wrapped in a red scarf fluttered behind him, murmuring quiet questions to herself. "It seems you didn't have a Job on arriving, Kupo. You're probably what we know as a Freelancer then."
Vincent made a non-committal noise in response.
"I can answer any questions you have though. My name is Ophelia, kupo!"
Trano Golsaucia
Any good strategist knew that intelligence and information were the keys to success. There honestly wasn't that much to find out, in the Temple of Wind, when he was still trying simply to adapt to this new world. Which meant Vincent, trailed by his moogle, had made his way to the largest nearby city.
LARGE might have been an understatement.
Trano Golsaucia, almost overwhelmed him with how familiar and not-familiar it was at the same time. Like the Gold Saucer, back on Gaia, it was an amusement center. Just a much more spread out and larger one.
It was easier to lose himself in the crowds, and observe. Listening to the chatter around him, learning about the people in this world. Ophelia would interject the occasional comment, but mostly seemed dazzled herself by the spectacles and attractions around him.
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Vincent listened to it all, clutching the red crystal close, but very carefully, in his gauntlet-covered hand. He didn't seem to be in any danger. If anything, he was surprised by the other life forms--and moogles. Moogles were real? Huh.
Taking stock of himself, noting the familiar presence of his firearm at his side, then standing. Ignoring his hair and cloak whipping in the wind, and moving inside. A smaller moogle wrapped in a red scarf fluttered behind him, murmuring quiet questions to herself. "It seems you didn't have a Job on arriving, Kupo. You're probably what we know as a Freelancer then."
Vincent made a non-committal noise in response.
"I can answer any questions you have though. My name is Ophelia, kupo!"
Trano Golsaucia
Any good strategist knew that intelligence and information were the keys to success. There honestly wasn't that much to find out, in the Temple of Wind, when he was still trying simply to adapt to this new world. Which meant Vincent, trailed by his moogle, had made his way to the largest nearby city.
LARGE might have been an understatement.
Trano Golsaucia, almost overwhelmed him with how familiar and not-familiar it was at the same time. Like the Gold Saucer, back on Gaia, it was an amusement center. Just a much more spread out and larger one.
It was easier to lose himself in the crowds, and observe. Listening to the chatter around him, learning about the people in this world. Ophelia would interject the occasional comment, but mostly seemed dazzled herself by the spectacles and attractions around him.