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The sun was beginning to set in Provo, home of the Rising Stones. It was anything but homey, and he still had a lot of work to do. Dust and debris still littered the area after that scuffle. Well, at least Aerith had given him the name of one of those responsible. Sephiroth. Right. That... didn't help at all. Back in his world that name was so godsdamn common that even Momodi Modi had preempted it when they had first met, asking Alex if his name was Sephiroth or some variation of Sephiroth. So, he would have to rely on the appearance. Fortunately, that was at least a bit more unique. Hair that long as he heard it wasn't that common, even if silver dye was. The nodachi would stand out most of all, longer than the man himself. He'd never heard of anything like that, at least. Zantetsuken was the longest blade he'd known, and, well, there was a very good reason for that. Even then, it wasn't the longest he'd seen.
He looked at his outfit and sighed. If he hadn't kept spending gil on rebuilding his wardrobe, this place would've been repaired, now he needed to find a way to fix it. Oh, if he ever found those two... at least Sephiroth would get to keep some of his earnings, self defense and all. And Alex would at least make sure that the guy had a place to stay and food to eat. He could be sympathetic! But that other guy, the Prompto look-a-like, the one that just decided to be a huge jerk about it all. Oh, there was no profit there. He was going to hand over every single gil until this was all fixed. But uh, he had to find the guy first. Sephiroth, too, but, baby steps. Speaking of Prompto, "How're you holding up?" He asked as he took a cloth, and whipping it a couple times to get the dust out, began to wipe down one of the counters. This place was going to look nice when it was finalized.
Maybe hire Aerith for some decorations. Assuming she didn't kill them of course.
What kind of gardener needed the lifestream to bail them out?
He took the cloth and whipped it again. "I'm sure you've had a crazy week, must be nice to finally be able to sit down and take a breath." He continued onward. He did take a moment to scan the area; aside from debris he'd yet to clean up, it was empty, filled with crates and barrels, all empty, and quiet. The greeting lobby at least, where people could eat--if he had tables, he didn't, or meet up, was getting cleared out, but there was so much work still to do. He'd been making such good progress on it all, as well. But he didn't have a lot in the way of shelter, so this would have to make do for now.
Prompto, the fourth wall is there for a reason. Stop it.
I'm gonna keep on keeping on the only way I know how
It had been a long way from Sonora.
Prompto still didn’t know what was happening, really, but it had given him time to think. He’d spent a lot of that time trotting down snowy roads on a chocobo, shivering every now and then in his coat. At one point, he’d gotten lost and asked for directions from a bunch of bandits who’d lead him into an ambush. Oh boy had that not been fun. The border hadn’t been much better either.
’Where are you from?’
’Er...Lucis?’
Yeah, that’d gone over real well.
Still, he was glad to be out of the cold. Now he found himself mostly passing fields instead of mountains. It wasn’t great for the view, but Prompto didn’t care so long as the wind didn’t freeze him and the sun was out. Plus there weren’t too many farms in Lucis. That was kind of interesting.
I spy with my little eye...corn. Now wheat. Oh hey more corn.
His butt was sore. Everything was sore. The journey took over a week and still he wasn’t quite sure where he was going. He was glad he wasn’t alone. Ragnabawk knew how to be sassy when he wanted to be.
”What do you think? We close, boy?” Prompto patted the side of the chocobo’s head, and the bird gave an indignant squawk just like he always did whenever Prompto tried to pet him like that. Prompto sighed. ”Yeah, I get that. I really do.”
Turns out Prompto wasn’t too far off from the city after all. Maybe another six hours. Then they were in Provo, and Prompto didn’t know if it was all that time in the wilderness, but Prompto had never seen anything more beautiful.
”Woh…” Prompto stared at the festival artwork and the blooming trees and the canals lit in flickering lantern light. He slid off his chocobo and wandered down the road, leading him by the reigns as he looked around, starry-eyed. ”This really isn’t Lucis, huh?”
All that time, and he’d still somehow held out hope. That put a damper on things.
Now that they were in the city, Ragnabawk knew his own way home, and Prompto just had to follow. He didn’t know how he felt about meeting back up with Alex. He didn’t know how he felt about Alex period, but he had to admit that ducking out now felt like a bad move. He didn’t have anywhere else to go. It hadn’t been fun on his own sleeping on the hard ground without a tent. Maybe Alex could help with that.
If he didn’t use his strange magical powers to attack him first. Step one, save some kid from a gunfight in another country. Step two, lure him into a trap. Step three, profit.
Oh well. Prompto had never been one for thinking things through. One way or another, he’d find out soon. All that was left was to squint his eyes closed, take a breath, and jump.
***
”How’re you holding up?”
”Huh?”
Prompto looked up from where he’d been studying some weapons lined up against the wall. There were all kinds of them -- swords, shields, spears, knives. He guessed that was normal for a hunter’s hideout. Or wait, mercenaries? Adventurers? That’s what Alex had called himself, right? Oh well. If he held out long enough, Alex was bound to say what it was again anyway. Until then, Prompto would just dance around the word so it looked like he’d been paying attention.
”Oh, uh. Fine! Yeah, I’m fine!” The place was kind of a dump. Not, like, the worst dump, but it looked like it’d been battered around by daemons or something. Some of the windows were still shattered. There were shelves that were half broken. He found some wood shards that had almost been swept up, but still lingered where the edge of a broom pan would have been. Had someone fought here?
Definitely didn’t help with the creepy vibes.
Alex didn’t seem like he was much for words. They’d greeted each other, and then Alex had gone about his business and left Prompto to his. He guessed Alex must have settled in because they appeared to be talking now. ”I’m sure you’ve had a crazy week,” he said, wiping dust from a countertop with an old towel. ”Must be nice to finally be able to sit down and take a breath.”
”Heheh.” Prompto rubbed the back of his neck. Should he be sitting? He was sore all over, but he just couldn’t keep still. ”Yeah. Way crazy. Don’t think I’ve had a good night’s sleep in...forever!”
Not since before Altissia. His stomach clenched.
”So uh. What’ve you been up to? Guess you got here before me.” Prompto hopped up onto one of the many crates cramping up the room and perched there. The wood was rough and splintery, but it held his weight. ”Thanks again, man. Really. Things would’ve got real ugly if you hadn’t come along.”
Like shootout ugly. Lots of people dead ugly. Prompto swallowed back a shudder.
”What is this place, anyway?” Prompto looked around, eyes wandering from the barrels to the dust to the unused furniture shoved into corners waiting to be pulled out when there was space. It looked like the guy had a lot of stuff and not much time to do anything with it. ”You said it was your, uh...guild?” Was that the right word? ”Super cool. Sounds like a gaming thing. You know, like rpgs?”
Alex smirked and gave a soft shrug when Prompto brought up how he got there before they did. He nodded, remarking, "Well, you got me." As he looked to his left at a map of the area. He looked at the routes, the possible ways to Provo, squinting a bit before he rolled it up and shoved it under the desk. "I'm good at what I do. Trying to clean this place up. Just glad I could get you out of there. Good timing, too, that had been my first trip to Sonora." That had been rather eventful for a first time trip. At least the city wasn't boring, he figured. Even if it hated his guts, hated the guts of anyone else who wasn't them, and hated anyone who looked too different. But, well, tragedy had been averted, at least, and there was something to be thankful for.
But Prompto had questions, which made sense, considering everything. Now that the boy had a chance to breathe, there was no doubt that the more logical parts of his mind would start working again. Kind of hard to do that when you'd been thrown into a new world for all of one week and then suddenly people were shooting at you and all that. It took him a bit to get adjusted here, too. "But this is, well, was, the Rising Stones. A shop I was setting up, and a guild, yes. Then it was turned into this by three assholes." It had been two, but the more he heard about it, the more there was this mention of a third guy helping the poor shmuck that got attacked out of nowhere. His face darkened for a moment at the mention of it. It still boiled his blood.
He clenched a fist. "But now I know who one of them is. Just you wait, Sephiroth."
There was no way Sephiroth could be as bad as Zenos.
Right, uh, back on track. "Sorry, I'm digressing; what're rpgs?" He was like a gaming thing? RPGs, honestly is Sonora was anything to go by, maybe it was some kind of weapon? That didn't make sense at all. But the idea of gaming in the tavern, now, perhaps that made sense. Maybe he'd allow some tavern games in here, some. He didn't want to clean up fingers or anything like that, nor did he want it used as a gambling ring or something horrible. ... Maybe Triple Triad though, he could always go for some Triple Triad. Shame that no one he met here was a player of that particular game, though.
What did I tell you about the fourth wall, Prompto?
I'm gonna keep on keeping on the only way I know how
”Great timing. Like. The best.” Prompto laughed nervously, leaning back where he was perched on the crate. ”Don’t know what I would’ve done without you. I mean, who else would help a guy like me? When they were calling me…” A terrorist. That felt weird. ”You know. Still don’t know why though. Maybe I look like someone else?”
An evil clone. He was sure of it. More sure than he’d ever been of anything now that he’d had time to think about it. Were there MTs here? They’d die in the sunlight, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t do a lot of damage. Or that you couldn’t take off their masks and see…
Prompto swallowed. Nope. Not going there.
”You need some help? With, uh, cleaning or...Something else? I really owe you one, man.” That’s why he was here, right? That and he wanted a roof over his head.
And he wouldn’t be alone. He thought too much when he was alone.
Prompto looked around at the guild (still so cool!) and the wood shards and the dust and the broken furniture and the shattered glass. ”Was there a fight in here or something?” Three assholes was a lot of assholes to get in a fight. It sure looked like there’d been something like that. And that Alex really wasn’t good at cleaning it up.
Prompto wasn’t either, but Ignis had gotten on his case enough that he’d learned to do it okay. He didn’t like cleaning, but if it meant paying someone back, well. He’d do his best.
He kicked his legs from where they dangled off the crate. It was a tall crate and hopefully sturdy enough to hold his weight. It was also tall, and his feet couldn’t quite reach the ground. ”RPGs. You know, roleplay games? It’s videogames where you can, like, do whatever you want. Be a brave knight and go on quests! Or whatever. Just sounds kind of like that.” He shrugged. ”Guess this is real life though.”
In truth, he hadn't expected the help, but he wouldn't turn it down either. Yeah, he could tell from small things like that, that Prompto was a good kid. "I'd appreciate your help. Thank you, Prompto." He spoke warmly; make it clear that his efforts were appreciated. At the very least even if the efforts didn't amount to much, it was more than most people were willing to give him. "I wasn't here for it. Though I've been meaning to bring something up." He kept cleaning the table, but he should probably help. So he danced around the debris as best he could, grabbing another broom while he tried to sweep it out of the way. Odds and ends that he had missed. But it was a good chance to speak about things. Something friendly that wouldn't be too deep, like the matter of different... screw it, he would just go with Nocti for the plural usage of Noctis.
But, right! Back to the matter at hand. "One of the guys that attacked this town and wrecked my shop bore some resemblance to you. I think the officers in Sonora may have thought you were him. He was fighting that other guy, Sephiroth. Blonde, spiky hair, and a large sword on him." Aerith had been very helpful in that regard. Nice lady. But Sephiroth, well, wouldn't hurt to pass it on to Prompto as well. "Sephiroth has very long silver hair, and he's a pretty obvious Samurai. Now, in my world, silver-haired samurai aren't that uncommon, maybe they're common in Doma...." He muttered that last part quietly, it made him wonder. "Right, but his nodachi, I've never heard of anything even like it. I don't even know if another nodachi close to it exists." A weapon that long just made no sense to him. But if nothing else, it was an easy way to identify the guy if he ever ran into him.
He could probably snap it in the middle, now that he thought about it. Unless it was forged with some kind of unbreakable material with some kind of technique that he didn't know about.
That'd really suck.
But he blinked at the description of an RPG. In fact, he was just as lost as he was to begin with. "That's just kind of my life. Right down to the knight part. Dark Knight and all that." He scratched his head again, obviously confused. As there was one other question on his mind. "What's a videogame?" For a guy who knew how to drive a car in a medieval world, the rest of modern technology was kind of baffling to him.
I'm gonna keep on keeping on the only way I know how
”Oh. Uh. Hm.” They resembled him? It didn’t sound like the big sword guy resembled him too much. Except they were both blonde and liked hair gel. By that logic, Alex also resembled him, but Prompto didn’t think so too much. He tried to imagine what kind of fight would have wrecked the guild like this. It was probably something big and climactic and like something out of a cartoon. Or a videogame.
Or just Noct fighting anything. That’d always been cool to watch.
”Yeah, I don’t think it was because of that guy.” Prompto rubbed at his neck. He didn’t want to tell him any more, but it was probably a good thing to do. Partly because he owed him an explanation. Partly because if he ran into anything weird, he wanted Alex to have heard it from Prompto first. Just so he knew that Prompto hadn’t gone evil. That’d be bad. ”Er. There’s a ton of guys who look just like me turns out. Maybe one of them messed up?”
And went nuts in the city. Maybe they got confused and thought it was Niflheim? The daemon ooze did something to your head, he thought. It wasn’t like they’d been born the way they were. Or...created. Grown?
Prompto winced.
”But who knows!” Prompto tried to perk up, keeping the tightness out of his throat. His voice cracked. ”You know. It’s really hard to say.”
And that was exactly as much thought as Prompto was willing to give it.
”Sucks about your shop though. Sounds like it was a real bad fight.” Course it was. Making that kind of impression. ”So what’ve you got for me?” Prompto swung his legs and hopped off the crate, standing at attention with a joking hand over his heart. ”Prompto, reporting for cleaning duty!”
Yeah. That’d do it.
”I’ve got a friend who’s real neat. Like, cleaning neat. He’s always trying to get us to help out so I know what I’m doing. Iggy approved!” Not that Alex would know Ignis’ name. Or would he? Creepy.
”Videogames are…” Prompto started then froze. ”Wait, a dark knight? Seriously?” Oh man. That was cool. So cool. ”Like. Like a disgraced blood knight? Living part shadow, part light? Is that where you got your crazy powers from? Seriously?”
Man, this really was like a videogame! Thankfully, his whole career of videogames and cartoons in high school had prepared him for this. Take that, mom!
”So you’re a dark knight in an adventurer’s guild taking quests? Do you get xp? Grind out dungeons and raids?” Prompto made a longing noise. ”So. Freaking. Cool!”
Really? Prompto didn't buy into that? Huh, well, that was odd, but, what he followed up with. Alex had to admit that it wasn't completely impossible at least. Tons of people who looked like him? Well, okay, maybe that kind of made sense. "Oh, yeah, you're pretty young, aren't you? Probably part of some fashion trend." Kids these days, always chasing one fad to another. Being as old as he was, the young'uns had long since passed him by. Goodness, even back in his world you had gunblades and nouliths as all the rage. Him? He was quite happy to stick to a regular sword and a Star Globe, thank you very much. It's only when Prompto asked what was going on that Alex finally spoke up again. "Well, if you could sweep some glass shards out, I'd appreciate it. After that, if you're looking for work that actually pays, I can set you up." Everyone in this world needed gil.
He does perk up again at the mention of an 'Iggy.' Prompto's right, Alex doesn't know for sure who that is. Granted, he has a very good idea off of what Noctis told him. "Iggy? That a nickname for--" But he stops himself mid sentence. Right, different worlds, not his Noctis, all that. He knows of Ignis, knows that he's supposedly the greatest chef to ever live. Granted, Cassandra would probably take those as fighting words. "Nevermind." He simply dismisses it. No need to make things more difficult for them, especially when Prompto moved on to the next topic. Alex, for his part, simply continued to clean. This guy could go a mile a minute, couldn't he? Just hopping from topic to topic. Well, at least he seemed to think Dark Knights were cool. And that, of course, was when Fray spoke up inside his head.
'Should we show him?'
Alex shook his head. Revealing Fray to Prompto? Somehow I feel like that'd be a bad idea. But he tried to take it in stride, and to keep up with the gunslinger's inquisitie nature. He stopped his cleaning for a moment as he scratched his head. Ah, how to explain Dark Knights. "Dark Knights are... well, we're like vigilantes. It's not as fun as it sounds. While we have the shadow and blood aesthetic, our power is directly proportional to how much negativity we carry." Needless to say, Alexander Sorel was a frightening Dark Knight when he had to be, even if it meant reliving through all the trauma he'd experienced.
But there were misconceptions. "What you saw though is more, well, I'm also called a Red Mage. That's a bit more acrobatic." That was the mixture of black and white, though he'd admit Cassandra had him beat in black magic. "I gotta be honest, I have no idea what any of those terms mean. I'm guessing you have something similar in your world though? Tell me about it." Maybe getting Prompto to think of hearth and home would get him to slow down a little. Maybe.
I'm gonna keep on keeping on the only way I know how
”Oh, uh.” Some kind of fashion trend? Yeah. Yeah, he was so not correcting that. ”Sure! Lots of guys...looking like me! Heh.” He rubbed the back of his neck.
Please, please don’t ask about it.
”Sweeping? Yeah, sure, I can do that.” Prompto grinned. Or he tried to. He’d probably have groaned if it was Ignis suggesting he spend the afternoon cleaning a place like this, but right now? He was just happy to be in a place like this. So he’d try to keep a positive attitude.
It was pretty hard to get excited about sweeping though.
”You don’t have to worry about paying. I mean, I need the gil and all, but it’s fiiiine.” He shifted his weight. ”I just want to help out, you know? Though I guess I could use the jobs. If you know anywhere that gives out hunts, that’d be great.” Hunting monsters? By himself? It sounded both scary and really, really cool. Maybe he’d earn himself some kind of nickname. He was partial to ‘Quick Silver’ himself.
Prompto probably could have come up with like five more names if Alex hadn’t started talking about Dark Knights. Which were vigilantes. Of shadow and blood. Prompto gaped at him.
Okay, no matter how many hunts he took, he could never be as cool as that.
”That’s awesome!” Prompto laughed, spinning around because he couldn’t keep still. ”Seriously? That’s like. Some kind of superhero!” Fighting crime at night. Adventuring in the day! ”Is there anything you can’t do?”
It was just like Prompto to surround himself with interesting people. People more interesting than him, anyway, who could do a lot more. He’d probably think about that later. He hoped he wouldn’t.
”We don’t have anything like that! Not in real life anyway. That’s why we play games about it. You know, like pretending? I do hunts though, you know, after daemons and monsters? I’ve got my guns. Noctis lets me keep them on me like this.” He flicked his wrists and brought his guns to his hands in a sparkling flash of light. Then he flicked them again and got rid of them. ”He’s the prince of Lucis which means he has all kinds of crazy powers. He can use magic which is not a thing for anyone else back home. Oh, and he can warp! You know. Like teleporting?” Prompto leaned back on his heel, hands in his pockets. ”It’s pretty legit.”
Okay so maybe his life wasn’t uncool.
”So yeah. I’m good at guns. And tech. And, uh…” Prompto cast out his mind for other things and then suddenly perked up. ”Dude! How could I forget?” He grinned and pulled out his camera. ”I haven’t taken one of these since I got here! But I guess you get the honors, being my first new friend and all.”
Prompto turned it on, flipping through the settings until he found just the right one. Then he held it up to his eye and let the lens focus. ”Say cheese!”
He snapped it then took another one for good measure. He liked candid shots the best, but posed ones were good too. It was the thought that counted. He liked capturing every moment in film and pixels. That way none of them could pass him by.
”Perfect!” Prompto lowered the camera and flipped through his library to take a look.
He scrolled too far.
There, right before the picture of Alex, was a gloomy scene set in a low green light. Prompto didn’t let himself look at it too closely. He swallowed.
”H-hey. Um.” His voice was low now. He didn’t like it. ”I’ve, uh. Got an idea. Could you look at this for a sec?” He brought his album out of gallery mode so that he could flip through them faster, the thumbnails too small to see properly. He scrolled back until he found one before Altissia. Before everything had gone wrong.
Prompto went over to Alex and held out the camera for him, showing him the screen. It was a picture of Gladio and Ignis, standing together outside of what looked like Lestallum. Gladio had his arms crossed, grinning. Ignis was adjusting his glasses in that cool way of his. It was a scene frozen in time. He’d never forget it.
”This is Gladio. And that’s Ignis.” Prompto glanced at Alex, looking for any sign of recognition. ”If you see them around, could you go after them for me? Tell them Prompto’s looking for them. They’ll understand.”
And try to find him, probably. They had to, right?
He pulled the camera back, hanging it around his neck. ”So, uh. Cleaning! You got a broom or something?”
He'd let Prompto finish first. In their very brief time together, it was very apparent that Prompto was a chatterbox and that it was usually best to let him get out what he wanted to say first. He knew a guilt attempt when he saw it, he had to deal with it from both Cassandra and Ryne when he was with them. It was just... Prompto was really bad at it. Either that or he didn't know he was doing it and that was also just part of why he was bad at attempting a guilt trip. But hey, at least he got something out that managed to catch Alex off guard! ”Is there anything you can’t do?” Right, so, that sentence. Yeah. He hadn't been expecting a question like that, probably should have been. Alex paused for the briefest of moments.
An attack from the back, a spear of light hurtling towards him. He readies himself, but hears a call to look out. A knight, silver haired and garbed in chainmail, rushes forward to intercept the blow with his shield. He's pierced. It's fatal, and his knowledge of the stars is not enough to reverse it.
Oh do not look at me so. A smile better suits a hero.
The knight dies.
Back in reality, Alex blinked at Prompto before quickly and simply adding. "Mmm, no, I'm pretty great. Once I put my mind to something, it gets done." Right, just... project the confidence, the smoothness. Don't let any of it show. As long as Prompto didn't catch any of the bad memory vault expression, then it was all good. Which mercifully, the lad brought up his capabilities. Daemons? Really? He had experience hunting Voidsent? He sure wouldn't have looked it. Then again, when one thought Warrior of Light, Alex wasn't the first image most people came up with. No, most people expected flowing locks of luscious hair, sterling blue eyes, and glimmering plate mail with a shining cape. Needless to say, that was not Alexander. In fact, a reaction he'd gotten more than once when meeting the fabled Warrior of Light was often something to the effect of "I thought you'd be taller."
He's 6'0 as it is, cut him some slack.
Alex had already stopped cleaning and reached back for the table, bringing out a book and a quill. Right, if Prompto could hunt daemons, definitely someone who would be good for the guild. Really most anyone would be. Not having to always fight could be great. Orders for materials that could just be gathered or crafted. He was already saving a few fishing gigs to bribe Noctis with. It was good timing that Prompto called him to say something, which unfortunately was not cheese. Instead, it was a startled "Huh--wha--?" Great. Lovely first impression. Could've struck some kind of badass pose. Instead, he was caught digging out items with a deer in headlights stare on his face. What in the world was that supposed to be?
Turned out he would soon know, following Prompto's instructions as he was shown a picture of two other guys. Were these...? Prompto confirmed it at least. But unfortunately there was no sign of recognition. He knew of Ignis and Gladio, Noctis had told him some about his group of friends, but well, Noctis was the only one he'd ever met. Running off and dying would make that awkward. Still, he couldn't help but crack a smile. "Huh. Noctis didn't tell me you guys traveled with a hairless bear. Still, good to know there's someone more my age at least." Gladio had to be at like ten years older than Noctis and Prompto. Look at him. There was just no way he wasn't. "I'll see if I can't find them." Their clothes looked Sonoran. Maybe he should talk to Aerith? Or maybe this time go to an actual information broker.
Still though, that device... What a wondrous device. Alex was immediately enraptured with it. Maybe he had a spare? "So this thing," He remarked, pointing at the camera around Prompto's neck. "Just makes like... an instant painting of whatever you point it at?" Yeah, yeah that was pretty amazing. "... I love it." He confessed, eyes narrowing in wonder, looking at the small box. "Tell me more of this magical device." He implored, while also holding out the book and the quill. He didn't have a complete one track mind, you know! He could stay on the priority! "Also, just sign your name in this book and I can get you started. You're getting paid." He wouldn't let his guild die, not yet.
Don't get Prompto started if you're not ready to listen for half an hour
I'm gonna keep on keeping on the only way I know how
”Huh? My camera?” Prompto looked down at it, still hanging from his neck. He’d never really thought about it like that. Not like ’making an instant painting’ or whatever. That told him two things. One, that he really was in some kind of fantasy adventure. Two, that he probably wouldn’t find somewhere to get the pictures developed anytime soon.
Bummer.
”Well, it’s not magic,” he said before he slowed down, thinking about what Alex had really said. ”Wait, you want to hear about it? Really?” This was the time when Ignis or Gladio or even Noctis would have told Alex that that was a bad idea. They’d have told him that once Prompto got started, there was no stopping him. But his friends weren’t there, and the question had been asked, and Prompto instantly straightened up, beaming like a sunflower.
”Sure! If you really want to know!” He held up his camera again and explained every function of it in length. He went on about how the light would hit the lens, how the glass would redirect it for clarity, and how the sensor read it as data. He talked about old cameras, how they would burn the image into film, but how he didn’t need that anymore with computers and all.
”You know about computers, right?” he asked then gave a nervous laugh. ”Well they’re, um. You know. They read data and show it on a screen. They can store all kinds of information and do stuff with it. Anyway.”
He showed him all the specific functions of his own camera. He focused and unfocused it, letting Alex hold it only if he promised to be very, very careful. He even let Alex snap a few and then showed him what he got. ”Very nice!” Prompto said with a grin. ”You’re a natural!”
Man, cameras were the best.
With that done, Prompto settled back on his heel, letting his camera hang from his neck again. Now that he was on a roll, he didn’t know when he’d need it again. He was inspired.
”You’re sure you want to pay me?” he asked. ”I mean, you’re letting me stay here. I kind of owe you.” For that and a lot more. If Alex hadn’t shown him, he’d either have ended up in prison or with a lot of blood on his hands. Prompto didn’t know which one was worse. ”But I guess if you insist.” Prompto looked over the book and then reached for the pen only to find that it was one of those old-timey things that used a feather. He laughed.
”Wow, this really is old fashioned, huh?” He signed his name with a little extra flourish that made it look like a third grader trying to seem fancy. ”Alright, boss! Reporting and ready for duty!” Prompto grinned. ”Broom, please!”
