He hadn't been sure what to think, upon waking. Really, he would have thought he was dreaming...if not for the pain he felt in his right arm. Rubbing the indention left by the sharp rock, the teenager's brow tensed at the small creature that seemed obviously relieved. According to it, they had been waiting for him to wake up. The hint of a wry smirk appeared on his lips. Under any other circumstance, he might entertain the thought of, right, how silly of him to remain unconscious...
Right in that moment, however, he was more concerned with the fact that nothing felt right about that place (also, what was with the different clothing?). Standing slowly, green eyes widened as he took in his surroundings. Fortunately, it seemed the small creature was eager to give him a thorough explanation. So, arms folded over his chest, Shun took in each and every word. While his expression remained calm, that was not the case, internally. The once telekinetic just happened to be that good at forcing himself into being calm; practice at keeping himself calm, cantus threatening to destroy everything around him...
Well, it had given him adequate practice, regarding self-control, obviously.
When he was prompted for questions, he had very few to ask (he'd rather just hear what she had to say, first). The creature introduced itself as Michiko. According to the female...moogle (as she'd referred to herself), all of his former abilities were gone. She hadn't needed to tell him that, however. Shun had already noticed how considerably different he felt. If he were to have to describe it via example, it was almost as though he'd been thrust back in time, by two years. In that moment, his thoughts turned to ones filled with an air of bitter irony.
To think...it took him waking in a strange, unidentifiable place to be saved.
After receiving what information Michiko could provide, the young man thanked her with a soft smile- something which he felt like doing anything but. With a faint tensing of his brow, he finally braved a question regarding his friends. Was it just him, there? The fact that the female creature was unable to answer didn't, exactly, provide him with a feeling of reassurance. Ignoring the pain in his chest -- and blocking out the mental images of a certain pair of face -- Shun began walking.
~*~
Hours later, he was exploring the area. According to Michiko, he had been "granted" the skills of a...Blacksmith. Well, he wasn't sure how to feel about that. Nevertheless, he felt stronger. When he thought about a sword, he somehow knew what he needed to do to craft it. The same could be said about any type of armor -- which, he was somehow able to form a mental list of different types of.
With that, he continued his exploration. He made sure to take the time to speak to various people, asking them whatever questions they'd allow him to. This would continue until nighttime, when he'd make his way to the place he was, apparently, going to be living throughout the duration of his stay (how kind of his kidnapper to give him a place to live).
Shun Aonuma | From the New World
He hadn't been sure what to think, upon waking. Really, he would have thought he was dreaming...if not for the pain he felt in his right arm. Rubbing the indention left by the sharp rock, the teenager's brow tensed at the small creature that seemed obviously relieved. According to it, they had been waiting for him to wake up. The hint of a wry smirk appeared on his lips. Under any other circumstance, he might entertain the thought of, right, how silly of him to remain unconscious...
Right in that moment, however, he was more concerned with the fact that nothing felt right about that place
(also, what was with the different clothing?). Standing slowly, green eyes widened as he took in his surroundings. Fortunately, it seemed the small creature was eager to give him a thorough explanation. So, arms folded over his chest, Shun took in each and every word. While his expression remained calm, that was not the case, internally. The once telekinetic just happened to be that good at forcing himself into being calm; practice at keeping himself calm, cantus threatening to destroy everything around him...Well, it had given him adequate practice, regarding self-control, obviously.
When he was prompted for questions, he had very few to ask (he'd rather just hear what she had to say, first). The creature introduced itself as Michiko. According to the female...moogle (as she'd referred to herself), all of his former abilities were gone. She hadn't needed to tell him that, however. Shun had already noticed how considerably different he felt. If he were to have to describe it via example, it was almost as though he'd been thrust back in time, by two years. In that moment, his thoughts turned to ones filled with an air of bitter irony.
To think...it took him waking in a strange, unidentifiable place to be saved.
After receiving what information Michiko could provide, the young man thanked her with a soft smile- something which he felt like doing anything but. With a faint tensing of his brow, he finally braved a question regarding his friends. Was it just him, there? The fact that the female creature was unable to answer didn't, exactly, provide him with a feeling of reassurance. Ignoring the pain in his chest -- and blocking out the mental images of a certain pair of face -- Shun began walking.
~*~
Hours later, he was exploring the area. According to Michiko, he had been "granted" the skills of a...Blacksmith. Well, he wasn't sure how to feel about that. Nevertheless, he felt stronger. When he thought about a sword, he somehow knew what he needed to do to craft it. The same could be said about any type of armor -- which, he was somehow able to form a mental list of different types of.
With that, he continued his exploration. He made sure to take the time to speak to various people, asking them whatever questions they'd allow him to. This would continue until nighttime, when he'd make his way to the place he was, apparently, going to be living throughout the duration of his stay (how kind of his kidnapper to give him a place to live).