Collapsing due to exhaustion and injury, possibly dying and everything going black, Vaan thought he would at least end up home and Penelo would be waking him up and healing him. Or at least getting him to someone who can. Instead, while he distinctly felt no pain (what happened to his injuries?) at the time... well, landing on the cold ground was definitely a rude and painful wake up call. He grimaced as he slowly blinked his eyes open, vision swimming as he tried to figure out just what happened. Did he... make it home?
Suddenly, there was a Moogle in his face. "Are you alright, kupo?"
He groaned, no, he wasn't really alright. Even if all the cuts and bruises from their last stand were gone, he still felt sore. And incredibly tired. Vaan groaned again and finally pushed himself up, "Where... Where am I?"
"You're in Aqures Ixen, kupo. And you, my friend, are the Hero of Light." The Moogle was so calm. Wait, was it a Moogle? It had the pom-pom, but it certainly didn't look like the ones in Rabanastre. Whoa, he actually remembered! His memory was coming back!
"Wait. Hero of Light? Uh, I met a Warrior of Light and that certainly wasn't me."
"Hero, not Warrior."
"Same difference."
The moogle sighed and shook his head, deciding to move on and delve into the explanation that every moogle had to give. By the time he was done, Vaan's head hurt more now. Memories returning, new information. And he still couldn't go home?
"From one conflict to another, I guess..." He sighed.
Vaan | Final Fantasy XII + Dissidia Duodecim
Collapsing due to exhaustion and injury, possibly dying and everything going black, Vaan thought he would at least end up home and Penelo would be waking him up and healing him. Or at least getting him to someone who can. Instead, while he distinctly felt no pain (what happened to his injuries?) at the time... well, landing on the cold ground was definitely a rude and painful wake up call. He grimaced as he slowly blinked his eyes open, vision swimming as he tried to figure out just what happened. Did he... make it home?
Suddenly, there was a Moogle in his face. "Are you alright, kupo?"
He groaned, no, he wasn't really alright. Even if all the cuts and bruises from their last stand were gone, he still felt sore. And incredibly tired. Vaan groaned again and finally pushed himself up, "Where... Where am I?"
"You're in Aqures Ixen, kupo. And you, my friend, are the Hero of Light." The Moogle was so calm. Wait, was it a Moogle? It had the pom-pom, but it certainly didn't look like the ones in Rabanastre. Whoa, he actually remembered! His memory was coming back!
"Wait. Hero of Light? Uh, I met a Warrior of Light and that certainly wasn't me."
"Hero, not Warrior."
"Same difference."
The moogle sighed and shook his head, deciding to move on and delve into the explanation that every moogle had to give. By the time he was done, Vaan's head hurt more now. Memories returning, new information. And he still couldn't go home?
"From one conflict to another, I guess..." He sighed.