[It's peaceful on this beach. Quiet. The waves roll in and out. Clouds scud by overhead. Someone groans. The breeze is gentle.
Uh.
A young man lies sprawled out face-down a few feet above the shoreline, dressed in black, a gun in his hand. He lifts his face lethargically, goes pfft to try to get the grit off his face, and then just lets his head thunk back down into the sand.]
Uggghhh...
[Well. Maybe it's naptime?]
[3]
Aw, man!
[Prompto, with an armful of damp crystals gathered in the crook of his arm, looks out in dismay at the risen tide.]
This is a disaster. Come on, guys, where are you...?
[He sighs and sits on what rocky land remains outside the mouth of the small cave he's been exploring and examines the weird, definitely magic crystals. For reasons unknown, he can't seem to access Noct's Armiger, so Prompto's had to resort to carrying his gun as well as the crystals around manually, like a plebe. But it's better than not having it at all. He can't put things in, but he can't take them out, either, and he feels better armed than not.
But he'd feel even better if he knew where the guys were. Or, better yet, where he is in relation to them.
He pulls his phone out of his pocket once more and dials, bringing it back to his ear. Hope springs eternal! Or something.]
Prompto Argentum | FFXV
[It's peaceful on this beach. Quiet. The waves roll in and out. Clouds scud by overhead. Someone groans. The breeze is gentle.
Uh.
A young man lies sprawled out face-down a few feet above the shoreline, dressed in black, a gun in his hand. He lifts his face lethargically, goes pfft to try to get the grit off his face, and then just lets his head thunk back down into the sand.]
Uggghhh...
[Well. Maybe it's naptime?]
[3]
Aw, man!
[Prompto, with an armful of damp crystals gathered in the crook of his arm, looks out in dismay at the risen tide.]
This is a disaster. Come on, guys, where are you...?
[He sighs and sits on what rocky land remains outside the mouth of the small cave he's been exploring and examines the weird, definitely magic crystals. For reasons unknown, he can't seem to access Noct's Armiger, so Prompto's had to resort to carrying his gun as well as the crystals around manually, like a plebe. But it's better than not having it at all. He can't put things in, but he can't take them out, either, and he feels better armed than not.
But he'd feel even better if he knew where the guys were. Or, better yet, where he is in relation to them.
He pulls his phone out of his pocket once more and dials, bringing it back to his ear. Hope springs eternal! Or something.]
Seriously... Pick up, pick up, pick up...