02-04-2015, 02:27 AM
"Aha-! I was looking for a drink..."
Not too long following his return to the Vasty Deeps, Snow could be seen idly walking around the different streets of Costa del Sol, observing what there was to be found. Despite his slower walking rate, his tall strides were enough to keep the young man up to pace with the rest of the crowds. There was definitely plenty this island had to offer, and since he hadn't observed any official sort of tour (not that Snow saw himself getting along with the authority here anytime soon), the l'Cie would just make one up for himself.
In his encircling of the island, the white-coated man managed to take note of several famous looking shop chains for supply stores and restaurants, a several story building that seemed to be advertised as a hotel/resort, a small nature park (in addition/contrast to the plaza surrounding the island's Gate), and what appeared to be a casino. Typical enough for the stereotypes of a tropical island.
But the weather was another matter entirely. The sun (was it even really an actual sun, here?) beat down the island with relentless waves of heat, mixing with the sea air for a humid, almost stuffy environment. It was far different that Cocoon's regulated heat, but arguably more natural, Snow supposed.
Either way, in due time he had removed his longcoat and slung it over his shoulder to keep off the heat, leaving just his darker undershirt beneath. While the thought crossed his mind to conjure up a good drink with some Omnilium, the l'Cie was at the same time compelled to discover for himself what sort of tropical delicacies this place served its residents. And so, it wasn't very long at all before he happened upon one of the open-bar drink shops also typical of a resort island.
It brought a bit of nostalgia, actually. NORA had run such a bar in their off time to generate revenue to continue with their vigilante activities. Snow couldn't help but wonder if this was the place for the new start he may be looking for. Only one way to find out, he supposed...
Rather nonchalant and a tad ignorantly, Snow took one of the first seats on the bar he noted. This inadvertently landed himself next to a soldier-type man loaded up to the teeth in combat armor with about five different guns strapped to him. The l'Cie had to remember that anything was possible in the Omniverse, but that didn't stop him from getting a cautious eyeful of this guy. The particularly green color of his armor almost called back to Hammer in his same-ish colored jacket, but Snow dismissed any sort of connection.
As Snow had sat down, he overheard something the soldier-guy had been roughly saying: something about an asshole with taste. Willfully ignoring it to avoid any sort of misinterpretation, Snow sat plainly in wait for the bartender. Somewhere on the other side of the man, a younger, boyish voice spoke up, catching the hardier man's attention for a moment. As much as he wanted to deny eavesdropping, Snow allowed himself to overhear what they were saying.
Not too long following his return to the Vasty Deeps, Snow could be seen idly walking around the different streets of Costa del Sol, observing what there was to be found. Despite his slower walking rate, his tall strides were enough to keep the young man up to pace with the rest of the crowds. There was definitely plenty this island had to offer, and since he hadn't observed any official sort of tour (not that Snow saw himself getting along with the authority here anytime soon), the l'Cie would just make one up for himself.
In his encircling of the island, the white-coated man managed to take note of several famous looking shop chains for supply stores and restaurants, a several story building that seemed to be advertised as a hotel/resort, a small nature park (in addition/contrast to the plaza surrounding the island's Gate), and what appeared to be a casino. Typical enough for the stereotypes of a tropical island.
But the weather was another matter entirely. The sun (was it even really an actual sun, here?) beat down the island with relentless waves of heat, mixing with the sea air for a humid, almost stuffy environment. It was far different that Cocoon's regulated heat, but arguably more natural, Snow supposed.
Either way, in due time he had removed his longcoat and slung it over his shoulder to keep off the heat, leaving just his darker undershirt beneath. While the thought crossed his mind to conjure up a good drink with some Omnilium, the l'Cie was at the same time compelled to discover for himself what sort of tropical delicacies this place served its residents. And so, it wasn't very long at all before he happened upon one of the open-bar drink shops also typical of a resort island.
It brought a bit of nostalgia, actually. NORA had run such a bar in their off time to generate revenue to continue with their vigilante activities. Snow couldn't help but wonder if this was the place for the new start he may be looking for. Only one way to find out, he supposed...
Rather nonchalant and a tad ignorantly, Snow took one of the first seats on the bar he noted. This inadvertently landed himself next to a soldier-type man loaded up to the teeth in combat armor with about five different guns strapped to him. The l'Cie had to remember that anything was possible in the Omniverse, but that didn't stop him from getting a cautious eyeful of this guy. The particularly green color of his armor almost called back to Hammer in his same-ish colored jacket, but Snow dismissed any sort of connection.
As Snow had sat down, he overheard something the soldier-guy had been roughly saying: something about an asshole with taste. Willfully ignoring it to avoid any sort of misinterpretation, Snow sat plainly in wait for the bartender. Somewhere on the other side of the man, a younger, boyish voice spoke up, catching the hardier man's attention for a moment. As much as he wanted to deny eavesdropping, Snow allowed himself to overhear what they were saying.