03-11-2015, 10:13 PM
Neku went to the clinic that the Stormtrooper had marked on the map for him, realizing that he'd never given the man his name. When he walked in the door, the staff picked him out immediately, and it wasn't hard to see why. Someone with orange hair and purple clothes might not stand out in Shibuya, but Coruscant seemed to operate on a much more subdued color scheme. The doctor's visit was uneventful; a nurse cleaned his cuts and bandaged them properly, and sent him on his way with a brief "That's really all that needs doing, they weren't that deep and you should heal without any complications now. You are a Prime, after all."
Neku didn't quite understand what Prime meant, except that he was one and a lot of residents weren't. He pulled out his phone out of habit, and he almost dropped it when it did something that hadn't happened in weeks.
It rang.
Not the short notification tone of an incoming text message, or the abrupt beep that missions caused. It was ringing. Tentatively, Neku answered the call. "Hello?"
Neku didn't quite understand what Prime meant, except that he was one and a lot of residents weren't. He pulled out his phone out of habit, and he almost dropped it when it did something that hadn't happened in weeks.
It rang.
Not the short notification tone of an incoming text message, or the abrupt beep that missions caused. It was ringing. Tentatively, Neku answered the call. "Hello?"