[So there's a part of town that looks like a small explosion went off. In fact, you might've actually heard said explosion, or seen the giant pillar of light that went up into the sky. Or both.
The cause of said explosion is currently leaning on a nearby house, looking decidedly unimpressed with everything]
Why...am I still here?
[He's not really expecting an answer to that question. Sync doesn't want one particularly either. There is no answer that he'd find satisfactory. To think that something would make him still be alive, and in a place where there was seemingly no people...tch. The universe hates him. That's the only reason this is still going on. So he's going to fume for awhile. Maybe someone should tell him that he's not actually alone...if they dare to approach the clearly peeved teenager]
Dusk
[The temperature rising was the first problem. Sync always hated heat, ever since Zaleho. But the temperature on its own wouldn't have been an issue. It's the fire that makes this situation an issue.
He's frozen for precious moments, staring at the blaze that's erupting. The flames, the heat...it's not lava, but it's close enough to be bad. And it's enough to trigger the panic in him, his usually good fight-or-flight response going to freeze. He can't move for the memories, the screams that only he can hear]
No...not this...
[He might eventually snap out of it in time, but then again, a helping hand might be a good thing Sync could use right now]
Night
[However he ends up underground, made it down there he has. And now all he wants to do...well. He actually doesn't know what he wants to do. Or what to do.
Sync sits in one of the stations, leaning against a wall with one leg drawn up to his chest and his arms folded on top of his knee. It's as at rest as he can ever get in a place like this. He's still on guard, head snapping up whenever he hears a noise. He's not wanting to be surprised here. But when he's not tracking sounds, he's thinking and trying to understand what he should be doing here...]
None of this makes any sense.
[...and also complaining about it, because really. None of it does, and he hates not understanding stuff]
Sync the Tempest / Tales of the Abyss
[So there's a part of town that looks like a small explosion went off. In fact, you might've actually heard said explosion, or seen the giant pillar of light that went up into the sky. Or both.
The cause of said explosion is currently leaning on a nearby house, looking decidedly unimpressed with everything]
Why...am I still here?
[He's not really expecting an answer to that question. Sync doesn't want one particularly either. There is no answer that he'd find satisfactory. To think that something would make him still be alive, and in a place where there was seemingly no people...tch. The universe hates him. That's the only reason this is still going on. So he's going to fume for awhile. Maybe someone should tell him that he's not actually alone...if they dare to approach the clearly peeved teenager]
Dusk
[The temperature rising was the first problem. Sync always hated heat, ever since Zaleho. But the temperature on its own wouldn't have been an issue. It's the fire that makes this situation an issue.
He's frozen for precious moments, staring at the blaze that's erupting. The flames, the heat...it's not lava, but it's close enough to be bad. And it's enough to trigger the panic in him, his usually good fight-or-flight response going to freeze. He can't move for the memories, the screams that only he can hear]
No...not this...
[He might eventually snap out of it in time, but then again, a helping hand might be a good thing Sync could use right now]
Night
[However he ends up underground, made it down there he has. And now all he wants to do...well. He actually doesn't know what he wants to do. Or what to do.
Sync sits in one of the stations, leaning against a wall with one leg drawn up to his chest and his arms folded on top of his knee. It's as at rest as he can ever get in a place like this. He's still on guard, head snapping up whenever he hears a noise. He's not wanting to be surprised here. But when he's not tracking sounds, he's thinking and trying to understand what he should be doing here...]
None of this makes any sense.
[...and also complaining about it, because really. None of it does, and he hates not understanding stuff]
What am I supposed to do here?