It has been a strange few hours or days since Ramza disappeared from Aqures Ixen. And this had to be the strangest scenario he had found himself in.
Like the Construct 8, luckily, the machine that had been entrusted to Ramza seemed able to function mostly on its own, requiring only orders. Either that or one of the unfamiliar people with him inside of the machine were in more control than he was.
The cursing he hears from...from some unknown source is quite familiar. He turns left and right, but he only gets confirmation when he looks at the glass square embedded in the metal in front of him.
"MarKus? Is that you? What is happening?" he asks, baffled.
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Like the Construct 8, luckily, the machine that had been entrusted to Ramza seemed able to function mostly on its own, requiring only orders. Either that or one of the unfamiliar people with him inside of the machine were in more control than he was.
The cursing he hears from...from some unknown source is quite familiar. He turns left and right, but he only gets confirmation when he looks at the glass square embedded in the metal in front of him.
"MarKus? Is that you? What is happening?" he asks, baffled.