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001 || {Audio / Action}
[Groggy and disoriented, Hope awakens in the middle of the forest—just as he'd left it.
Or maybe not so much. The air is cold against his skin, and that's the first thing he notices as he lifts a hand to rub at his eyes. His clothes are gone entirely; there's nothing on his person but a simple pair of white pants, and in the chill of winter, they aren't much help.
Never mind the fact that Pulse wasn't this cold in the first place, by a long shot.
There's also a stiffness in his back, and when he folds his bare arms around himself for warmth, feeling the bumps raise on his skin—the ache in his shoulderblades is almost excruciating. Wincing in pain, the boy automatically lifts a hand to touch the afflicted area as his eyes dart around in search of his tiny companion, who had accompanied him on his food-gathering expedition.]
...Chocobo...?
[The confused question immediately catches on a gasp of surprise as his fingers brush against something decidedly feathery on his back. Hope immediately twists his head back to see just what the heck is wrong with him, finding a pair of wings there, of all things—wings with silken feathers the same pale silver as his hair.]
What—
[His heart begins to race in fear and uncertainty, though he attempts to will it down. If he allows himself to become too stressed, after all... Hope lifts his arm, staring at the marking on his wrist. The crimson eye, slowly on the edges of awakening, stares back—and he immediately squeezes his eyes shut, turning his face away. As he lowers his hand again, it brushes against something. He snatches the object up: it's a book.
It doesn't take Hope long at all to figure out the thing—he's a smart kid. Clearly, with the marked buttons and everything, it can be used to communicate with others. But where did it come from? This doesn't look like anything they have on Cocoon, even with its advanced technology... and Gran Pulse is so primitive in comparison. It doesn't make sense.
No matter. Finding the others is of the utmost importance, before it's too late. Pressing the button that would enable him to broadcast his voice, Hope attempts to send out a message to the other l'Cie, in hopes that maybe they were able to locate a similar device, or that perhaps it would transmit to some kind of central beacon.]
...um... guys...?
[His voice is thick from sleep, slightly slurred. He clears his throat.] Can anyone hear me? I... I think I got lost, and I can't find Chocobo either. Someone... or something... robbed me, too. As... as weird as that sounds. So... it doesn't look like we're alone here after all.
Um... I'm going to try to find my way back, but... [He trails off, biting his lip, feeling a little silly.] ...if I don't make it back... just... go on without me.
Or maybe not so much. The air is cold against his skin, and that's the first thing he notices as he lifts a hand to rub at his eyes. His clothes are gone entirely; there's nothing on his person but a simple pair of white pants, and in the chill of winter, they aren't much help.
Never mind the fact that Pulse wasn't this cold in the first place, by a long shot.
There's also a stiffness in his back, and when he folds his bare arms around himself for warmth, feeling the bumps raise on his skin—the ache in his shoulderblades is almost excruciating. Wincing in pain, the boy automatically lifts a hand to touch the afflicted area as his eyes dart around in search of his tiny companion, who had accompanied him on his food-gathering expedition.]
...Chocobo...?
[The confused question immediately catches on a gasp of surprise as his fingers brush against something decidedly feathery on his back. Hope immediately twists his head back to see just what the heck is wrong with him, finding a pair of wings there, of all things—wings with silken feathers the same pale silver as his hair.]
What—
[His heart begins to race in fear and uncertainty, though he attempts to will it down. If he allows himself to become too stressed, after all... Hope lifts his arm, staring at the marking on his wrist. The crimson eye, slowly on the edges of awakening, stares back—and he immediately squeezes his eyes shut, turning his face away. As he lowers his hand again, it brushes against something. He snatches the object up: it's a book.
It doesn't take Hope long at all to figure out the thing—he's a smart kid. Clearly, with the marked buttons and everything, it can be used to communicate with others. But where did it come from? This doesn't look like anything they have on Cocoon, even with its advanced technology... and Gran Pulse is so primitive in comparison. It doesn't make sense.
No matter. Finding the others is of the utmost importance, before it's too late. Pressing the button that would enable him to broadcast his voice, Hope attempts to send out a message to the other l'Cie, in hopes that maybe they were able to locate a similar device, or that perhaps it would transmit to some kind of central beacon.]
...um... guys...?
[His voice is thick from sleep, slightly slurred. He clears his throat.] Can anyone hear me? I... I think I got lost, and I can't find Chocobo either. Someone... or something... robbed me, too. As... as weird as that sounds. So... it doesn't look like we're alone here after all.
Um... I'm going to try to find my way back, but... [He trails off, biting his lip, feeling a little silly.] ...if I don't make it back... just... go on without me.
[action!]
He stands up straight, though, turning his gaze upon the door, and lifting a hand to shift the blanket on his shoulders again. The building they're at seems quite large, leaving him curious as to just how many people dwell within.]
[action!]
... Probably should have warned you about something. [ Buuut whatever it is goes unaddressed before she opens the door, leading into her apartment with its bed in the living room, high number of blankets, and... a very fuzzy black puppy on the loose, clearly just awakened but still quite eager to sprint his way to the door. ]
Light! Hooome!
[ ... That kind of something. ]
[action!]
What he wasn't prepared for, however, was the voice.
It almost seemed to come from where they were, but...
Hope lifts his head, brow furrowed in confusion as he glances about the apartment. Lightning would have mentioned another flatmate by now... wouldn't she? And besides, the place doesn't really look lived-in besides her.
He stares down at the dog again, reaching out to give its head a pat.] Is there someone else here...?
[action!]
Ah... no. [ Expression serious, she moves her hand and turns Baldr around- who fortunately isn't very discriminatory about petting at this age. His eyes are bright as he accepts Hope's hand, tail wagging. ] This is Hope. Say hi, Baldr.
Hi! [ It's the dog, Hope. It's the dog. ]
[action!]
[Immediately turning his gaze upon Lightning, he scratches his head.] So... animals can... talk here? [He'd only barely glanced at the guide, and it doesn't occur to him that everything can be understood—even animals, who technically already "speak"—just in a language of their own.]
This place is really weird. [Lifting a shoulder in a shrug, he gives Baldr another scratch.] N-nice to meet you... Baldr.
[action!]
... And come to think of it, this actually gives her a good opportunity. ] You're going to have to get used to some pretty weird things here, Hope. At least... until we figure out a way back.
[action!]
...and he doesn't have wings. But you're saying there's animals here that do? Ones that... shouldn't, normally, anyway.
[Hope rises then, standing up straight, and pulls the blanket from his shoulders—which has mostly fallen off him at that point anyway. Gingerly, he reaches up to touch one of his wings, trying not to aggravate the soreness.] What else do I have to get used to, then?
[action!]
One thing at a time...