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All the traveling had almost made all the camping last week seem not so bad; at least they were able to linger and enjoy themselves a little while waiting for transportation. Now, the transportation was fine, and the chocobros were dragging themselves all over Leide because of it. The drive had been a long stretch up north to the Hunter outpost, with the added difficulty of avoiding Imperial troops patrolling the way, and news of the dire attack on Insomnia and the presumed deaths it had cause pouring out of the radio.
"Across the land, sylleblossoms from Tenebrae can be seen displayed in memoriam. With no remains to mourn, throngs have gathered in Altissia to pay their respects, many offering prayers at a vigil held before the wedding dress Lady Lunafreya was to wear. While some hold out hope the Oracle still lives, a grim silence continues to linger."
( Once they reached the outpost... )
Noctis hung up the phone with a sigh, cocking his head back toward the outpost. "No rest for the exiled, apparently," he explained. "Looks like we've got a base to crash."
"After some rest," said Ignis, turning his eyes toward the darkening sky, "I should hope."
"Yeah," Prompto sighed, miserable, exhausted, glad to be out of the tunnels and the darkness but feeling every bit of that long, arduous search and the stress that had gone along with that fun little reminder that he was, in fact, very afraid of the dark and extremely claustrophobic. He wasn't even sure he had it in him to even try calling Liz again that evening. He just wanted to sleep and maybe, in the morning, once his head was clear again, he could try again. "I'm beat."
"I think we all are," Gladio agreed, and when Gladio agreed that it was time to turn it in, you listened, and the four of them dragged themselves back to the outpost, back to another night of camping, and the realization that this long, long trek to redemption was only just beginning.
[[ light one today! Still all the usual alphabet soup: NFB, NFI, TBC, OOC welcome, heavily cribbed from Final Fantasy XV Chapter 2: No Turning Back ]]
"Across the land, sylleblossoms from Tenebrae can be seen displayed in memoriam. With no remains to mourn, throngs have gathered in Altissia to pay their respects, many offering prayers at a vigil held before the wedding dress Lady Lunafreya was to wear. While some hold out hope the Oracle still lives, a grim silence continues to linger."
( Once they reached the outpost... )
Noctis hung up the phone with a sigh, cocking his head back toward the outpost. "No rest for the exiled, apparently," he explained. "Looks like we've got a base to crash."
"After some rest," said Ignis, turning his eyes toward the darkening sky, "I should hope."
"Yeah," Prompto sighed, miserable, exhausted, glad to be out of the tunnels and the darkness but feeling every bit of that long, arduous search and the stress that had gone along with that fun little reminder that he was, in fact, very afraid of the dark and extremely claustrophobic. He wasn't even sure he had it in him to even try calling Liz again that evening. He just wanted to sleep and maybe, in the morning, once his head was clear again, he could try again. "I'm beat."
"I think we all are," Gladio agreed, and when Gladio agreed that it was time to turn it in, you listened, and the four of them dragged themselves back to the outpost, back to another night of camping, and the realization that this long, long trek to redemption was only just beginning.
[[ light one today! Still all the usual alphabet soup: NFB, NFI, TBC, OOC welcome, heavily cribbed from Final Fantasy XV Chapter 2: No Turning Back ]]
