When he'd seen the void, Albel had begun to believe they'd failed. Everything they'd done, the lengths they'd all gone to, for nothing. The Eternal Sphere was gone.
Apparently, he was half right. For whatever reason, the Eternal Sphere was gone -- or, rather, he was gone from it. Transported to whatever this world was, told he was some "Hero of Light." Was this some other universe, like 4D space? Was he supposed to save this place now, too? It was all so much to take in. He sat on his cot, massaging his temples as his "moogle" yammered on, trying not to snap at her.
"So -- I'm a hero?" He scoffed slightly to himself. "That I believe. But some of these other fools?" He glanced around doubtfully.
B. Trano Golsaucia
Apparently, the only way out of this place wasn't to Elicoor but to some other city with some other weird name. And the only way there was by "airship." Albel assumed it was some kind of vehicle akin to Maria's, which was... not ideal, but tolerable. At least it wouldn't be as strange as his first time. (Or so he thought). In any case, he decided to walk down to the city proper to explore a bit while he waited for one of the ships to pull in. Another four hours...
It didn't seem like it would be so bad, would give him time to look around, talk to people. He could fill up four hours if he really had to. That was, of course, before he stepped out into the snow.
Snow. Albel hated snow. He shivered and hugged himself roughly, his new clothes feeling weird and foreign, before walking down toward the bright lights and calliope music, muttering to himself all the way.
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When he'd seen the void, Albel had begun to believe they'd failed. Everything they'd done, the lengths they'd all gone to, for nothing. The Eternal Sphere was gone.
Apparently, he was half right. For whatever reason, the Eternal Sphere was gone -- or, rather, he was gone from it. Transported to whatever this world was, told he was some "Hero of Light." Was this some other universe, like 4D space? Was he supposed to save this place now, too? It was all so much to take in. He sat on his cot, massaging his temples as his "moogle" yammered on, trying not to snap at her.
"So -- I'm a hero?" He scoffed slightly to himself. "That I believe. But some of these other fools?" He glanced around doubtfully.
B. Trano Golsaucia
Apparently, the only way out of this place wasn't to Elicoor but to some other city with some other weird name. And the only way there was by "airship." Albel assumed it was some kind of vehicle akin to Maria's, which was... not ideal, but tolerable. At least it wouldn't be as strange as his first time. (Or so he thought). In any case, he decided to walk down to the city proper to explore a bit while he waited for one of the ships to pull in. Another four hours...
It didn't seem like it would be so bad, would give him time to look around, talk to people. He could fill up four hours if he really had to. That was, of course, before he stepped out into the snow.
Snow. Albel hated snow. He shivered and hugged himself roughly, his new clothes feeling weird and foreign, before walking down toward the bright lights and calliope music, muttering to himself all the way.