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"Don't suppose the Crownsguard is still active," Gladio noted, as they headed back down the now all too familiar road to Hammerhead, leaving the blockade and the smoking wreckage of Insomnia behind them…for now.
"Wouldn't count on it," Ignis agreed. "Not with the Marshal out here."
( I…wonder how things are….in the city…. )
With the long, hard day they'd had slowly, finally coming to an end, and after having the location of the tombs, just beyond the Hunter's outpost far to the north, pointed out to them on the map by Cindy, it was clear that they couldn't make it there before nightfall. Battered, broken, and beaten, if not physically but in spirit, it was too dangerous to risk encountering daemons at night, and, besides, Imperial troops were everywhere, airdropping along the routes as another way to tighten their grip on Lucis and the surrounding areas.
So they headed, once again, out to make camp at a nearby Haven under the stars, a night filled with quiet brooding and reflection, and Prompto sitting there, out by the fire, hunched over his phone, trying and trying to just get anything through.
No service.
No service.
No service….
[[ and fin for the day. More dialogue swept heavily from Final Fantasy XV, but Chapter 2: No Turning Back this time! NFB, NFI, TBC, but of course OOC is love ]]
"Wouldn't count on it," Ignis agreed. "Not with the Marshal out here."
( I…wonder how things are….in the city…. )
With the long, hard day they'd had slowly, finally coming to an end, and after having the location of the tombs, just beyond the Hunter's outpost far to the north, pointed out to them on the map by Cindy, it was clear that they couldn't make it there before nightfall. Battered, broken, and beaten, if not physically but in spirit, it was too dangerous to risk encountering daemons at night, and, besides, Imperial troops were everywhere, airdropping along the routes as another way to tighten their grip on Lucis and the surrounding areas.
So they headed, once again, out to make camp at a nearby Haven under the stars, a night filled with quiet brooding and reflection, and Prompto sitting there, out by the fire, hunched over his phone, trying and trying to just get anything through.
No service.
No service.
No service….
[[ and fin for the day. More dialogue swept heavily from Final Fantasy XV, but Chapter 2: No Turning Back this time! NFB, NFI, TBC, but of course OOC is love ]]