Around Duscae, Eos; Tuesday [05/31 FT].
May. 31st, 2022 04:47 am"I still can't believe it," said Prompto, rubbing his eyes after another long night of picking at the communicator followed by a too-early, too bright morning, still with no news of the Regalia. "I mean, shouldn't the car have turned up by now?
"We should wait until Cindy's done asking around the local garages before we despair," Ignis offered, all but sighing into his can of Ebony.
"Let's not fool ourselves," Gladio shook his head. "The Empire has it."
"So where does that leave us?" Prompto asked, brow furrowed, because there they stood. No car. No way to contact anyone outside of Eos. Not a lot of money. No home. Blockades everywhere….
"Stranded," Ignis confirmed succinctly. "Awaiting word from Hammerhead."
"In the meantime," said Gladio, "we'll just have to hoof it. Maybe we should head south; see how the roads are on the way to the Cape, if we'll have a lot of Imperial interference or not.""
"Not much else we can do," Noctis muttered, in quiet, almost complaining, definitely exhausted consent.
( But just as he said it, something caught Prompto's eye with a burst of excitement. )
"Don't worry about it," Noctis assured her, his eyes following the fading form of the Imperial ship's massive size diminishing with distance. "We'll take care of it."
"You sure about that?"
"Yeah. Thanks for the heads up. Later." Noctis ended the call, slipping his phone back into his pocket, and turned ot the others. "I think I know what that flying fortress might be heading towards. If we don't move quick, there's a good chance it might be taking the Regalia all the way over to Niflheim."
"Well, then," said Ignis, "we'd best not waste any more time. Infiltrating an Imperial base and liberating a purloined vehicle? After all we've been through already...how hard can it be?"
[[ today's adventures TBC; it's a looooong day for the boyos! NFB. NFI except for the most failed of attempts to reach them, and ooc notes written in notebooks delivered by magical dogs welcome. Very heavily swiped and parsed down from Final Fantasy XV Chapter 5 - Dark Clouds ]]
"We should wait until Cindy's done asking around the local garages before we despair," Ignis offered, all but sighing into his can of Ebony.
"Let's not fool ourselves," Gladio shook his head. "The Empire has it."
"So where does that leave us?" Prompto asked, brow furrowed, because there they stood. No car. No way to contact anyone outside of Eos. Not a lot of money. No home. Blockades everywhere….
"Stranded," Ignis confirmed succinctly. "Awaiting word from Hammerhead."
"In the meantime," said Gladio, "we'll just have to hoof it. Maybe we should head south; see how the roads are on the way to the Cape, if we'll have a lot of Imperial interference or not.""
"Not much else we can do," Noctis muttered, in quiet, almost complaining, definitely exhausted consent.
( But just as he said it, something caught Prompto's eye with a burst of excitement. )
"Don't worry about it," Noctis assured her, his eyes following the fading form of the Imperial ship's massive size diminishing with distance. "We'll take care of it."
"You sure about that?"
"Yeah. Thanks for the heads up. Later." Noctis ended the call, slipping his phone back into his pocket, and turned ot the others. "I think I know what that flying fortress might be heading towards. If we don't move quick, there's a good chance it might be taking the Regalia all the way over to Niflheim."
"Well, then," said Ignis, "we'd best not waste any more time. Infiltrating an Imperial base and liberating a purloined vehicle? After all we've been through already...how hard can it be?"
[[ today's adventures TBC; it's a looooong day for the boyos! NFB. NFI except for the most failed of attempts to reach them, and ooc notes written in notebooks delivered by magical dogs welcome. Very heavily swiped and parsed down from Final Fantasy XV Chapter 5 - Dark Clouds ]]