[The buildings and street fade up from white blankness like a staticky connection--at first in black and white, then in colour, then with sound. It's not the place he meant to be. Nowhere near. Wait, what is this? Is this real or some trick of the sorceress?
[No, she's dead, they beat her.]
Sefie!
[Irvine's heart pounds as he scans the area, walking long-legged down the street with his coat flapping behind him and his hat shading his face. Most of the people on the street are humanoid, but some of them have ... things, scales and wings and horns. Monsters? Some new ... junction? Is this the sorceress's endgame, in case she lost, just shoving them into some space filled with monsters crossed with people, as if that would stop them from fighting back?
[One of them comes at him and Irvine's shotgun jerks up, and they back away instead. Yeah, you stay back. He'll damn well shoot if you get too close, mutant freakazoid.]
Quisty! Zell! Squall--Rinoa?
[The crowd's faces blend together as he walks, calling out every now and then, jerking away from anyone who gets too close. His wrist is practically spring-loaded with the way his shotgun keeps jerking up defensively. His knees are shaking. Damn it. How long has he been walking? He can't tell. He managed to heal himself, but he's been on a hair-trigger for days. They all have.
[Hours. It could have been hours, and he hasn't even found the other end of this place. And none of the others have answered.]
Irvine Kinneas; Final Fantasy 8;
[The buildings and street fade up from white blankness like a staticky connection--at first in black and white, then in colour, then with sound. It's not the place he meant to be. Nowhere near. Wait, what is this? Is this real or some trick of the sorceress?
[No, she's dead, they beat her.]
Sefie!
[Irvine's heart pounds as he scans the area, walking long-legged down the street with his coat flapping behind him and his hat shading his face. Most of the people on the street are humanoid, but some of them have ... things, scales and wings and horns. Monsters? Some new ... junction? Is this the sorceress's endgame, in case she lost, just shoving them into some space filled with monsters crossed with people, as if that would stop them from fighting back?
[One of them comes at him and Irvine's shotgun jerks up, and they back away instead. Yeah, you stay back. He'll damn well shoot if you get too close, mutant freakazoid.]
Quisty! Zell! Squall--Rinoa?
[The crowd's faces blend together as he walks, calling out every now and then, jerking away from anyone who gets too close. His wrist is practically spring-loaded with the way his shotgun keeps jerking up defensively. His knees are shaking. Damn it. How long has he been walking? He can't tell. He managed to heal himself, but he's been on a hair-trigger for days. They all have.
[Hours. It could have been hours, and he hasn't even found the other end of this place. And none of the others have answered.]
SEFIE!