[ARRIVAL:] The large, imposing looking man with the scars and the dark cloak was doing his very, very best to NOT look as large and imposing as he approached a group of children to ask them questions about their town. With no adults around, aside from the elders, the kids seemed the best option to gather information. No one paid attention to them, and kids listened to everything...
He opened his mouth to speak... and between one step and the next, the children had gone and he was... somewhere else. A... beach? The scent of the sea wafted toward him on a warm breeze and as much as he would have liked to indulge, he was immediately on his guard. A large sword began to materialise in his hand...
What had the damn train done this time?
Except, when he looked around, expecting a threat, all he saw were people like him, looking confused. People NOT from the train... He sent the sword back and turned around fully. "What in Eos is going on here...?"
He pulled the hood back from his cloak, his hair had been pulled back into a half-pony tail. And then, to his surprise, someone spoke. A man... Had he been there before? He was pretty sure not. He called names... He called his name. The hell?
Gladio stepped forward and took the envelop... and the strangely warm box with it, and stepped to the side to examine the contents. Strange money, and keys... A map, note and leaflet. The Shield sighed heavily. "... Not again."
[BEACH BREEZE:] The weather was warm, so warm that Gladio had peeled off his cloak and tunic and half unbuttoned the white shirt he wore.
He set the clothes down on the stool beside himself and leaned against the counter of the 'Beach Breeze'. Gladio ordered some shaved ice. Something to cool him down in the hot weather, before he went and sat down to think about how and why he was there.
[HOME (Closed to Prompto):] Gladio approached the gates to the building slowly, his eyes widening.
"Impossible..." He said in a hushed whisper. He had Prompto at his side and he reached for his hand. "Prom... You're seeing what I'm seeing, right?" Because that building should have been rubble. That home... was gone. It'd been destroyed when Insomnia fell.
"... That's my home..." There was an ache in his voice as he looked at that manor, old and beautiful, generations of Amicitia's had lived in that house. Everything was the same, right down to the ivy that grew up the sides. Gladio was shaking a little. How... how was his home here? How was this even possible?
Gladiolus Amicitia | Final Fantasy XV | CRAU Voidtrecker - OTA
He opened his mouth to speak... and between one step and the next, the children had gone and he was... somewhere else. A... beach? The scent of the sea wafted toward him on a warm breeze and as much as he would have liked to indulge, he was immediately on his guard. A large sword began to materialise in his hand...
What had the damn train done this time?
Except, when he looked around, expecting a threat, all he saw were people like him, looking confused. People NOT from the train... He sent the sword back and turned around fully. "What in Eos is going on here...?"
He pulled the hood back from his cloak, his hair had been pulled back into a half-pony tail. And then, to his surprise, someone spoke. A man... Had he been there before? He was pretty sure not. He called names... He called his name. The hell?
Gladio stepped forward and took the envelop... and the strangely warm box with it, and stepped to the side to examine the contents. Strange money, and keys... A map, note and leaflet. The Shield sighed heavily. "... Not again."
[BEACH BREEZE:] The weather was warm, so warm that Gladio had peeled off his cloak and tunic and half unbuttoned the white shirt he wore.
He set the clothes down on the stool beside himself and leaned against the counter of the 'Beach Breeze'. Gladio ordered some shaved ice. Something to cool him down in the hot weather, before he went and sat down to think about how and why he was there.
[HOME (Closed to Prompto):] Gladio approached the gates to the building slowly, his eyes widening.
"Impossible..." He said in a hushed whisper. He had Prompto at his side and he reached for his hand. "Prom... You're seeing what I'm seeing, right?" Because that building should have been rubble. That home... was gone. It'd been destroyed when Insomnia fell.
"... That's my home..." There was an ache in his voice as he looked at that manor, old and beautiful, generations of Amicitia's had lived in that house. Everything was the same, right down to the ivy that grew up the sides. Gladio was shaking a little. How... how was his home here? How was this even possible?