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Lightning knew better than to ask anyone why they fought, because it tended to be a deeply personal question. But now she was curious. King had to have been quite young ten years ago. What sort of life must he have lived? "I see."
He crossed his arms again, looking at her cautiously. Though his first impression of her had made him cast off wariness, he couldn't help but wonder why she cared so much to ask all those questions. "What's it to you?"
"Oh my..." The princess placed a hand gently against her chest by the sudden appearance of those before her. "Might I ask what it is you need...?"
"Don't you think you've had enough, kupo?"
Snow barely even heard the moogle.
"Ugh...heroes never have enough..."
"Whatever you say, kupo..."
The hero had downed his fifth drink of the evening and it wasn't looking to be slowing any time soon.
Between the liquor and his tears, this night was going to be hell.
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"Have we met?" she asked. It was the only thing she could think of saying. It sounded stupid, because it probably was. But at least it would hopefully spark a conversation one way or the other.
When the other spoke her question, the young prince shook a head. Despite her sharing similar features to Serah, he did not recognize this woman -- at least, he thought he didn't. He was very cognizant and observative, his memory keen and detailed, there was something about this stranger's eyes that seemed almost recognizable as if at one point the two did in fact meet.
" -- I'm sorry," he began, his voice low, "I don't believe we have," he confessed, though the authenticity of his words were arguable, "Noctis," he then greeted, extending a hand forward, "And who do I owe this pleasure?"
"And you have to use them?" He seemed to know /how/ to use them, and correctly at that. What sort of place was this Orience? "How long have you had them?"
"Of course I have to use them," he said, looking even more puzzled now. Who walked around with guns if they weren't going to use them? He tilted his head slightly, trying to remember how hold he was when he had started to learn how to use weapons. "Close to ten years now, I think."
She'd never heard of Orience, but that unfamiliarity was hardly new to her. He had to be from another world, or something of that sort. "I see," she replied, and was lost in thought for a moment. "What's with the gun?"
What was with the question? He frowned, lifting his chin slightly as a hand came up to feel one of his guns almost instinctively. For a moment, he wondered if no one needed to wield any sort of weapon--it was a reality he couldn't imagine. "They're my weapons."
"Lightning," she replied. "Are you from around here?" Anyone would be able to see that she'd only just arrived at Moogletown; she hardly had an idea of where to go or what to do. It seemed like a safe enough place to stay.
King shook his head. Even if he'd been in Moogletown a few times, and for some time, he didn't know the place well yet. Usually, he just stayed in the Peristylium as much as he could--there was already enough there going on that he needed to do. "I'm from a place called Orience."
He found speaking of Orience as a whole rather odd; he'd always defined himself as being an inhabitant of Suzaku, but he knew he had to start to get used to people who knew nothing of where he came from.
She looked the young man over. There was something strange about him, but she couldn't even begin to say what it was. She was a little hesitant to introduce herself, so she merely inclined her head to him and left it at that.
Luminous and effulgent sapphire eyes found their way to a distant figure who's head was adorned with a familiar shade of a pink. Serah? He asked himself, his steps slowly making their way towards the other through the bodies of the crowded streets. As the space between the two shortened and his vision became clear. The stranger was not his girlfriend but someone else strangely similar.
She carried a strong aura entires her entirety, her face held strong features and her stance confident. Who was this woman?
Inclining his head, he nodded in acknowledgement, still remaining silent.
