08-01-2015, 04:46 PM
The crown of the figure’s helmet gleamed as he looked down upon Wakka and Eileen, from atop his mount. His armor looked new, still retaining its polish, fortunate enough to have never seen combat; it shined like futuristic metal.
“Ho there!” the man said in a hollow voice; the bliztballer presumed it was produced by the cage in front of his mouth. “Are you Primes? Arrived or reborn?”
“Eh?” Wakka furrowed a brow high enough to hide under his blue bandana.
He turned his head to look at his hunter accomplice. Whatever veiled Eileen’s visage guarded her emotions and thoughts well, but Wakka sensed she was just as mystified by the man’s words as he was.
The hunter replied to the armored man’s questions, answering them to the best of her knowledge. Wakka considered following up after her, but knew his response would have simply been a regurgitation of Eileen’s reply, minus her grace.
“Have thou seen any stormtroopers?” filtered through the man’s visor. His beast shot air from its nostrils and whipped its head, triggering Wakka to issue a snarl as his upper lip reared back.
“You all we seen so far,” the blitzballer was quick to answer. “This place pretty empty, ya?”
The figure did not respond immediately. He threw his head back—towards the direction he came from—and calmed his mount with a yank of his reins. The creature dipped its head and scraped its front legs against the ground, but ultimately ceded to its master’s order.
“Come to Camelot,” the figured said, turning head his back to the Primes. “If thou wish, thy could guide thee there.”
Wakka’s eyes drifted over to Eileen for an answer.
“Ho there!” the man said in a hollow voice; the bliztballer presumed it was produced by the cage in front of his mouth. “Are you Primes? Arrived or reborn?”
“Eh?” Wakka furrowed a brow high enough to hide under his blue bandana.
He turned his head to look at his hunter accomplice. Whatever veiled Eileen’s visage guarded her emotions and thoughts well, but Wakka sensed she was just as mystified by the man’s words as he was.
The hunter replied to the armored man’s questions, answering them to the best of her knowledge. Wakka considered following up after her, but knew his response would have simply been a regurgitation of Eileen’s reply, minus her grace.
“Have thou seen any stormtroopers?” filtered through the man’s visor. His beast shot air from its nostrils and whipped its head, triggering Wakka to issue a snarl as his upper lip reared back.
“You all we seen so far,” the blitzballer was quick to answer. “This place pretty empty, ya?”
The figure did not respond immediately. He threw his head back—towards the direction he came from—and calmed his mount with a yank of his reins. The creature dipped its head and scraped its front legs against the ground, but ultimately ceded to its master’s order.
“Come to Camelot,” the figured said, turning head his back to the Primes. “If thou wish, thy could guide thee there.”
Wakka’s eyes drifted over to Eileen for an answer.