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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.”
Post by Prompto Argentum on Jan 24, 2021 7:55:17 GMT -6
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This might be another short one. I am cursed lol
I'm gonna keep on keeping on the only way I know how
Prompto might have made a mistake.
Well, not the “saving a woman” part, but more the “rushing in without a plan part.” He was too used to having back-up, he guessed. Rushing in with a Lucian prince at your back really helped at that “not getting surrounded with guns trained on you” thing. But Prompto was alone. He’d never been alone before.
He tried to look brave, but it didn’t take a genius to see he hadn’t thought this through. He swallowed, straightening. ”So, uh. If you want some, come and get it!”
Yeah, that’d do it.
Prompto didn’t have to think of a plan, turned out. That was good because he didn’t have one, and he didn’t think he’d get one anytime soon. He was the type of guy to jump in first and figure out how to swim later, but he didn’t need to this time. Or, well, it wasn’t the guns he needed to worry about anyway.
It was the great big sphere of daemon magic that did that.
”Woh!” Prompto stumbled back, nearly falling over himself as the thing grew in terrible blacks and purples, making a hollow sucking sound that seemed to shudder across the air between them. For a moment, Prompto could only stare at it, eyes wide. Daemons. Were there daemons? He should have been up and fighting by now, but the shock hadn’t quite settled in as he watched the muggers scream, clutching at themselves as their strength was sapped away. Prompto’s mouth had gone dry.
”No way.” There were lights -- street lights everywhere -- and daemons didn’t just come prowling into a city with walls like this one. Yet the men were screaming and screaming and then they scrambled off, shrieking something about witches.
Prompto stared. For a long time, he just stared.
The woman straightened herself. She looked normal enough. She looked human that was without all the evil auras and oozing black eyes that daemons had. She wore a long coat which was a normal thing to do, but her legs were bare and so were her feet except for a couple of interlaced anklets. Her toes gray with ashen snow.
”I suppose thanks are in order.”
Her voice was cold and snapped Prompto’s attention back up in an instant. She stood carelessly, one hand in her pocket. The other grasped some kind of fancy stick. ”You distracted them for me. Little did they know I don’t have gil on me.” She smirked bitterly. Prompto shivered.
”Oh, uh. Right.”
This was wrong. His instincts blared it like a siren. Wrong, wrong, wrong. It dredged up murky memories he didn’t want to think about. Memories in metal hallways with taunting laughter playing over the intercom.
Her name was Yunalesca. She looked at him, and their eyes met. Hers were yellow. Yellow. Just like…
”Oh!” Prompto took another stumbling step back. His heart was pounding. Yellow. Daemon eyes. Well, not daemon eyes. Not normal daemons anyway. Ardyn eyes. Just like he’d looked at him when he shoved him off a train. Or when he’d cornered him and dragged him off and…
Was this woman like him?
”P-Prompto. That’s me.” Was it okay to tell her his name? Too late now. ”Er. Glad I could help. Though, uh. Guess you didn’t need it, huh?”
He needed to get away. He’d done a real good job on this one, hadn't he? Just another point in his great big pile of mistakes.
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?”
I'm gonna keep on keeping on the only way I know how
Alex seemed to agree that they had more important things to do than talk. That was a relief on one hand considering the course of their conversations, but the silence made Prompto itch. He couldn’t help but feel like he’d said something terribly, horribly wrong in a way that made his insides squirm. Maybe it was telling him that his Noctis wasn’t real? Prompto knew he’d get real mad about that, but then again, they were best buds and Alex was just…
Well, he didn’t know what Alex was to his Noctis. Wasn’t about to ask either.
After a long, long time, they finally reached the wall. Prompto stopped, leaning back to look up at it. ”Woh.” It was tall. Real tall, and the side of it didn’t look good for climbing. He wasn’t entirely sure that even Noctis could have warped up there. Warping meant his sword had to sink in something, after all, and he wasn’t seeing anything like that.
He looked over at Alex. He pulled out a whistle and blew it. It sounded to Prompto something like a chocobo whistle. But hadn’t Alex said his chocobo was outside the wall?
”So the weather,” Alex started. ”At least it’s not raining, right?”
”Uh…” Prompto tried to wrap his head around the tone shift. And the plan. And everything else. ”Yeah, sure thing. If you like a lot of freezing snow. And I mean freezing snow.” Prompto wrapped his arms around himself, shivering. He had his coat on which was good, but it was still cold. He didn’t have any good associations with the cold.
Not thinking about it.
There was a squawk and Prompto jerked upright, looking around for the source. ”A chocobo?” He knew that sound. He knew it real well, but they were on a roof pressed against a wall, and that didn’t make sense. Finally, his eyes landed on the air and he stumbled backwards in surprise.
There it was. Clear as day. A chocobo, fluttering down from the sky on stubby wings, its long legs dangling beneath it. His eyes went wide. ”No. Way.” The sight failed to compute. ”You weren’t kidding!” he said. ”That’s a flying chocobo! A flying chocobo!” He couldn’t help himself. Despite everything, he felt a delighted laugh burst out of his mouth.
A real, serious, totally not imaginary flying chocobo!
”Ah man! I want to ride it! Can I ride it?” He turned on Alex like an excitable kid, hands balled out in front of him and eyes gleaming. Alex gave the word, and Prompto let out another round of wooping laughter.
”Al-right!” He pumped his fist in the air and scrambled on, grinning. ”Provo, Rising Stones, wait outside the city. Got it.” He wasn’t sure he did, but he probably got it well enough. Well enough to ask people on the road, at least. Besides, there weren’t ever any unfriendly people on the road, right?
”Course I’ll feed him!” Prompto ruffled the feathers on the back of Ragnabawk’s head. ”Cause he’s a good boy. Isn't he?”
Ragnabawk was. He totally was.
”See ya!” Prompto waved as Alex started off. Once they were alone, Prompto patted the chocobos neck then came to an uncertain stop. ”So uh. Let’s fly now! What am I supposed to say? Er. Giddy-yup?”
As though on command (though probably not), Ragnabawk gave a great ’kweh!’, throwing out his wings and squawking to the sky. Then he took off. Prompto squealed and scrambled to grab hold of his neck. ”Oh man oh man oh man oh-!”
Then they were off the ground and the chocobo was struggling over the wall and Prompto saw the great space beneath them on the other side. ”Wow…”
The snowy horizon seemed to go on forever, spreading out to the mountains far in the distance. He watched it, eyes wide, as the beauty of the sight overtook him and he could only stare at it in awe. Then the moment passed and his heart picked up on adrenaline.
”Woo-hoo!” Prompto threw up a hand, laughing. ”This is awesome!”
The chocobo fluttered down, and took off doing the snowy road, its feet pressing lightly against the heavily packed snow. Prompto took the reigns as they made their escape, grinning all the while.
In the last few hours, he’d been mistaken for a terrorist, hunted down, dragged out a window, and he hadn’t understood a single second of it. But he’d also had the chance to ride a flying chocobo. So it wasn’t all bad, right?
I'm gonna keep on keeping on the only way I know how
Alex thought about that. He was quiet while he thought, and Prompto shifted uncomfortably. Had he said too much? He didn’t think he’d been that forceful, but then again, he’d kind of accused him of stalking them. Kind of. He didn’t know what he’d accused him of, but it hadn’t sounded good. Still, he just couldn’t focus when he heard talk like that. It didn’t sit right with him.
It had been the right thing to do. Probably. He hoped.
After a moment, Alex came to his conclusion and apologized. That was good. Prompto was about to tell him it was all cool, really, when Alex continued. ’Let him know when there’s an issue sooner?’ Prompto’s mouth opened and then closed.
”I...But...Huh?”
Sooner? Like how much sooner? It had only been a few minutes! He thought. And they’d spent most of that time running. Prompto had been a little too busy being pulled out windows and leaping over the heads of soldiers to stop for a chat. How was that ’letting it fester?’
Prompto didn’t have time to bring it up before Alex was thinking out loud. Noctis didn’t remember him. Right. Prompto hadn’t really thought about what he’d meant by ’his Noctis’ but he guessed it had meant something. Particularly for someone whose friends couldn’t remember him.
Ouch. That was rough.
”Hey, I don’t know about that.” Prompto leaned back on his heel, rubbing at his neck awkwardly. ”Maybe somebody remembers you! You’ve just gotta keep looking, right?”
Weird. All of it was real weird.
And awkward. There was some more silence after that. Prompto’d always hated silence.
When Alex finally spoke, it was all back to business. Prompto swallowed and nodded. ”Yeah. Let’s go.” They’d barely made it a few steps before Alex stopped again, dropping another bombshell that turned Prompto’s world upside down. ”You can, uh. Heal?”
Nope. Nope, nope. Not questioning it. This was all too much already.
”Er. Yeah sure, man. Doing good now though!” He laughed nervously and shot Alex a pair of finger guns. Smooth, Prompto.”So uh. Let’s keep going, yeah? We can talk after all the...dramatic escape stuff.”
Prompto is not about stalkers. Been there. Done that.
I'm gonna keep on keeping on the only way I know how
There were only a few things that Prompto knew about Alex. He knew he had a chocobo, that he had some crazy magic, and that he liked to help strangers with guns on the street. Prompto also knew that he was a pro at jumping between rooftops. Or he did now.
”H-hey! Wait up!”
Prompto took a breath, readied himself, and charged towards the gap between buildings with his fits tightly clenched. For a weightless moment, he hurtled over empty space, then the ground hit and he stumbled to a stop, arms waving out at his sides. It wasn’t that he was bad at this. In fact, he thought he was pretty good. You couldn’t hang out with Noctis for so long and still have a real fear of heights. Still, he had to be careful. This was dangerous, and the dizzying fall below him wouldn’t let him forget it.
He was starting to wonder if Alex didn’t have a little royal blood in him after all. Or maybe where he was from didn’t have roads? All they did was jump between rooftops all day. Some people fell and died, but that was a sacrifice they had to make. For all the roof jumping.
Man, his mind all over the place, wasn’t it?
Alex was talking to him. Prompto didn’t have enough extra breath to say much back. Just a lot of 'oh's and 'hm's and all other kinds of noises that sounded like he was listening when he was really just trying not to splatter on the pavement. He heard something about mechanics and magic and how really magic was pretty common wherever Alex was from. Weird stuff, that, but it wasn’t something Prompto wanted to think about just yet.
Prompto winced as his shoulder hit the hard roof tile, and he rolled clumsily back to his feet. If Alex had felt the same, rolling like that, he didn’t show it.
”So uh…” Alex stood around like it was the most natural thing in the world. ”The Regalia. Is that sort of thing common in your world?”
Prompto’s mouth fell open and he stared at him in disbelief. ”You know our car?” Okay, this had definitely passed the line from “weird” to “creepy.” He remembered with a shudder how Ardyn had been that second time they’d met. It was outside of Lestallum over by the binoculars, and Ardyn had been waiting for them, ready to spout some creepy rhyme about Noctis on his knees. Then he’d offered them a ride.
’Oh, but Ignis always drives!’
Creepy. Way creepy. Prompto should’ve listened to those vibes.
”Okay, man, so I wasn’t gonna say it, but this is all a lot.” Prompto brushed himself off nervously. Snow scattered from his coat like dust. ”Like. You saying you know us. And you’ve met Noctis. Look, I saw Noctis like a week before I got here and…” And the last he’d seen of him was his back as he sprinted to an elevator to get ahead of them. Prompto had done his best to take out the daemons quickly -- to be reunited with Noctis again. He’d been too late. Damn it.
”I’m gonna trust you. Cause you saved me. But I don’t like when it sounds like someone’s been watching us. Kinda a sore spot, you know?” Maybe he didn’t. Didn’t matter. ”So maybe just lay off all that? I don’t know you, and you don’t know me. And you don’t know Noct. Not my Noct.” Prompto felt his stomach clench. ”There’s no way.”
I'm gonna keep on keeping on the only way I know how
What Alex was saying didn’t make sense. His world? Two years ago? Even with everything Prompto had been through in the last few weeks (and he’d been through a lot), that was still too much. It sounded kind of like something out of a cartoon. Or like one of those really weird video games. Still, none of that mattered. Not right now. Not when Noctis was in danger and Ardyn could be around any corner.
What mattered was that they got moving.
”Woh! Hey! No more pulling!” Prompto took a step back, waving his hands back and forth over each other in a universal gesture of ’no way.’”I can jump. Jumping’s no problem. S’long as it’s not like. A really, really big gap.” Then he’d have to be pulled again. Nope, nope, nope. He didn’t think his stomach could take it.
”So we’re going out the city, right? There’s a real big wall though. Not sure how we’ll get through it. But then, you’ve got all kinds of crazy powers, don’t you? Was that magic? It was way cool.”
There he went blabbering again. He knew nobody wanted to hear it, but he couldn’t stop. He was a jumble of nerves, and those nerves were a force of pure energy which fueled his mouth like a steam train.
”Back where I’m from, only the kings of Lucis have magic. Like Noct, you know? Or, uh. Anyone he gives it to, I guess. Not me though. I’ve got guns. Big tech guy, me.” He gave a strained laugh and ruffled his hair, rubbing at the side of his head. ”Anyway, guess you’ve got a plan, right? I’ll follow along. I’m good at that.”
Why was he still talking?
”So uh. Lead the way!” He straightened in a kind of mock salute. ”My life. Is in your hands.”
I'm gonna keep on keeping on the only way I know how
-for Noctis!
Prompto gasped as he hit the roof tiling, knowing enough to roll on impact as he tumbled to a stop flat on his back where he groaned, breathing hard. He was bruised. Definitely bruised. And scraped, he thought, across his cheek. The shingles were like sandpaper under him, and for a moment, he let himself just lay there, watching the stars until they stopped spinning. Then he closed his eyes, swallowed, and tried to force himself upright.
”Piece of cake.” Prompto smiled unsteadily as he got to his feet, swaying slightly. The man, Alex, was watching him with his arms crossed, playing it totally cool and like they hadn’t just hurdled over certain doom. Prompto guessed he was like Noctis in that way. He could fight in the air, and he was way, way used to it.
Speaking of Noctis.
”A friend?” Prompto tilted his head, eyebrows furrowed. ”So did you meet here or…?” It sounded like he did, but also like he didn’t. ”Your...world. And back to Luna?” Now that didn’t make sense at all, and it didn’t make sense in a way that twisted around in his stomach. Luna was dead. Noctis knew that. So why…?
”No offense, but I’m around Noct like. All the time. And I’ve never seen you before.” Prompto crossed his arms and sighed. ”But if you say it’s Noct then it’s Noct. And I’ve got to find him.”
He wasn’t worried about that whole ’not remembering’ thing. It was Noctis. Of course he’d remember him! They were best bros, after all, and nothing would change that. Not crystals or worlds or…
Ardyn.
”Wait. Wait, wait, wait. Ardyn’s here?” Prompto stared at him, momentarily struck out of his thoughts. ”No. No way. He’s supposed to be back-!” Back where they were all supposed to be. His throat tightened. ”No way. Nuh-uh. This isn’t happening!” Prompto took a few steps back, rubbed at the side of his head, and tried to keep his breaths steady. Ardyn could be anywhere. In fact, he could have been watching them right now. That sounded like him. Prompto swallowed and looked at Alex with a renewed urgency.
”We have to find Noct. Now. He’s not safe, and I-!”Have to protect him. Prompto bit his tongue. ”I’ll tell you all about it. Really. Everything you want to know. But first we need to get out of here. He could be anywhere. He could be watching, and if he finds Noct, he’ll-!”
He couldn’t finish. Instead, he cut off into a kind of whimpering groan. ”Come on. Please. We need to go like. Right now.”
I'm gonna keep on keeping on the only way I know how
Prompto gave his name. It was a simple name, he thought, the kind that you don’t think too much about. Apparently he’d been wrong about that because as soon as he’d said it, the man was squinting at him. After a moment’s thought, the man asked the question that turned his whole world on its head.
”You, uh. You know a Noctis by any chance?”
”You know Noct?” Prompto didn’t even wait to hear the rest. He couldn’t. The words burst out of him the second he heard that name. That glorious, wonderful name! Noctis was here! Was this where he had gone when he’d disappeared into after the crystal? Was this where Ardyn had sent him?
Was this where Ardyn had sent them all?
That wasn’t a good thought, but Prompto didn’t even care. If Noctis was here then Prompto could find him. He could save him and then they could…
Well, he didn’t know what they could do from there, but it didn’t matter. They could be together. That was all Prompto cared about.
”I’ve been looking everywhere for him! I thought-!” Prompto swallowed and rubbed at his eye. ”Where is he? Can you take me to him?”
The ground rumbled and then roared as hard stone burst from the escalators in a kind of uneven wall. Prompto yelped, throwing up his hands on instinct. Right. They were in a fight. Get out first. Find Noct second.
Ask questions about how his new friend could do any of this never.
”Alex. Okay.” Prompto tried for a smile. ”Adventurer. That’s cool.”
Deep breaths. Noctis needs you.
Didn’t matter that Alex was shooting jagged stone from nowhere, shattering the window like it was nothing. Didn’t matter that Prompto had to shield his eyes from the glass dust and his stomach was turning as he caught onto what Alex was about to do. Didn’t matter that they were three stories above hard concrete. Nope didn’t matter at all. He’d get rid of his guns with a flick of his wrist, put his hands to the side, and edge towards the gaping hole that had once been a window even though he really, really didn’t want to.
He looked down and felt his head spin. ”Heheh. Isn’t there another way? I don’t know about-”
Alex grappling shot himself out the window. Then the rope bound itself around Prompto’s chest. Prompto barely had a second for the horrible realization to hit before he was yanked out with the force of a train and all he could do was scream. And he did. A lot. He heard his own wailing echo over the rooftops as he wished he had his arms free but couldn’t do a single thing and he closed his eyes, forcing back the bile that wanted out of his throat and wouldn’t take no for an answer.
Ah man. Love writing myself into a "how do they escape now" corner
I'm gonna keep on keeping on the only way I know how
”Cool, cool!” Prompto backed up, one gun stabilized on top of his wrist as he trained it on the soldiers that were quickly charging up the escalators straight to his third floor position. He felt his mouth go dry. ”You uh. Think you could do it again? Fast?”
Prompto didn’t want to shoot. He really, really didn’t. The man was right. Killing somebody would have made everything so much worse, and that aside, he didn’t want to because he just didn’t want to. Simple as that.
His new friend seemed to have the same idea because he was already rushing into range. Prompto didn’t know what he was talking about (Spells? Was he a kingsglaive?) but whatever he did worked. There was a sudden gust of wind like a mini tornado, and Prompto held up a hand so he could keep his eyes squinted open.
”Woh!” There was something weird on the wind. Something that made his head fuzzy, but he wasn’t in the worst of it. The soldiers were, and once again, they dropped. ”Heh.” Prompto lowered his guns as soon as he saw they were clear. ”Bro, can I stay with you forever?”
He didn’t mean it. He had people to find. But for now, that sounded about as good as it could get.
And the deal was sweetened even more by what he said next.
”Wait, you’ve got a chocobo? And it can fly?” Prompto felt his mouth drop open. He tried to imagine it -- the bird’s stubby wings thrusting it off the ground -- but couldn’t really. ”Dude, that’s awesome!”
He wanted to see it. He wanted to so, so bad. But that’d have to wait. He saw that some of the soldiers down on the second floor -- the first ones to take the weird wind -- were starting to stir. He guessed it didn’t last forever.
”Oh! Uh. Prompto. Nice to meet’cha.” Prompto gave a nervous little laugh. ”What about you? So I don’t have to call you dad.” He was starting to suspect that the man really was as young as he looked. And totally not dad aged. Not Prompto’s dad aged.
”Okay. Get out of the building then get to the chocobo.” Prompto nodded. ”Sounds like a plan. Nice and easy.” Except it wasn’t. There were still more soldiers. They were calling in back-up. And here they were, stuck on the third-floor with nothing but glass windows leading to the outside. Why couldn’t he warp?
”I’ve got guns,” he said, showing them off. ”But that’s not gonna help with the whole ’nobody gets hurt’ thing. Think the place’s been evacuated yet?” Then he could feel a little better about a firefight. Not much, but a little.
