12-03-2014, 03:00 AM
Snow blinked a couple of times, looking back aside to the newcomer at their bench. At the man's contemplative confusion, the l'Cie returned a similar expression. "What, this not hero enough for ya?" Snow gestured to his whole self in saying, following with, "Or is there something on my face?"
The militant figure straightened up, regaining a more friendly and casual guise. "Oh, no, nothing like that - I just mistook you for someone else," He was quick to explain, dismissing any idea of displeasure at Snow and Video. "I just heard some guy in a white coat went and punched out a giant crab, so I thought I'd go check if that guy was still around."
Snow managed to weakly, but still confidently hold up smile. Raising and then pumping a limp arm in mock triumph, he said, "Yep, that's me." His arm fell back in place, and Snow tried to sit up a little straighter in spite of his aching self. "...I think. It ran off, right? I kinda got spiked there..." The l'Cie tried to confirm, his grin fading as he tried to piece together what happened in his absence. Pulse be damned, he hurt all over; had he broken something? Hope not.
"Hah!" The man laughed out again heartily, gone from a tad doubtful to pleased in a pinch. "You're clearly more than ya look like. You must be one of those Primes I hear about so much; am I right?" He folded his arms, figuring his question to be a rhetorical one. Of course he was a Prime, if he was still alive after getting knocked down by a giant crustacean and still managing to get it to run off. He was starting to like this kid already.
Snow seemed to ponder for a split-moment, but then nodded, not looking up from his thoughts. "Yeah, guess that's what they call me..." Primes, huh? Clearly that meant something important, from the sound of it. Was it anything like a l'Cie, with Primes being agents of Omni? That was something to be doubtful of... "...Name's Snow, by the way."
"Snow, huh?" The man huffed once, registering the name, then said, "Call me Hammer. I run a shop in the southeast side. Just ask around, you'll find it. Ain't hard to miss."
The militant figure straightened up, regaining a more friendly and casual guise. "Oh, no, nothing like that - I just mistook you for someone else," He was quick to explain, dismissing any idea of displeasure at Snow and Video. "I just heard some guy in a white coat went and punched out a giant crab, so I thought I'd go check if that guy was still around."
Snow managed to weakly, but still confidently hold up smile. Raising and then pumping a limp arm in mock triumph, he said, "Yep, that's me." His arm fell back in place, and Snow tried to sit up a little straighter in spite of his aching self. "...I think. It ran off, right? I kinda got spiked there..." The l'Cie tried to confirm, his grin fading as he tried to piece together what happened in his absence. Pulse be damned, he hurt all over; had he broken something? Hope not.
"Hah!" The man laughed out again heartily, gone from a tad doubtful to pleased in a pinch. "You're clearly more than ya look like. You must be one of those Primes I hear about so much; am I right?" He folded his arms, figuring his question to be a rhetorical one. Of course he was a Prime, if he was still alive after getting knocked down by a giant crustacean and still managing to get it to run off. He was starting to like this kid already.
Snow seemed to ponder for a split-moment, but then nodded, not looking up from his thoughts. "Yeah, guess that's what they call me..." Primes, huh? Clearly that meant something important, from the sound of it. Was it anything like a l'Cie, with Primes being agents of Omni? That was something to be doubtful of... "...Name's Snow, by the way."
"Snow, huh?" The man huffed once, registering the name, then said, "Call me Hammer. I run a shop in the southeast side. Just ask around, you'll find it. Ain't hard to miss."