The last thing Satoru recalled was falling asleep beside Saki within their makeshift igloo before they headed out to face the village leaders once more and report the "death" of their friends. But when he woke up it wasn't too a solid ice floor but rocks, the sun shining brightly down upon his face. And rather than feeling the heat of his friend curled up beside him he felt a small pressure against his chest. He opens his eyes slowly, only to shut them as the sun blinds him. He groans loudly and turns suddenly, the thing on his chest letting out a loud shout.
"....Huh?"
He blinks, his hand shielding his sensitive eyes from the evil sun as he glances down to examine what had been apparently been sitting on him as he slept. "...What the-" Okay he's seen plenty of weird things, and sure he probably hasn't seen it all, but not once has he ever heard of a creature like the thing currently rolling over and attempting to get up.
"kuuuupooo" It whines and the 14 year old can't help but blush a bit. Oh man, it's really cute for a...thing. It seems to notice him staring at it and instantly it's on its feet, the ball on top of his head standing on end. That would be how Satoru met the male moogle, Yuki. He listened closely as Yuki explained this world and his purpose in it. At first he tries to explain how this just couldn't be. He wasn't a hero, he was just a kid from a really messed up community. But he couldn't deny the proof in his hand, a rather extraordinary bow.
The conversation ended after Satoru demanded to know the location of whoever sent them here and was answered with a pitiful Kupo and a bunch of excuses that held no point. He sighs and scratches the back of his head. Now that he had nothing to distract himself with he couldn't help but notice something was strange about him. As a archer he still had incredible eyesight, perhaps even better than before, but...His eyes lower and he looks around until he finds a pebble and attempts to use his power to lift it in the air and toss it over the Moogle.
But it doesn't move, because his power was gone again. His heart skips a beat, his face slowly contorting from that of concentration to shock and then to mild horror. Yuki notices and places a small paw on his leg and he turns to the fluffy white creature, snapping him out of his daze. For a moment there he had been sent back, back to a time he would rather forget. He gets up, picking the bow up with him and holstering it as instructed against his back. At least he wasn't left with only his wit and a couple of haythatcher eggs this time.
He starts to move, exploring the local world as well as the people in it and some of the other creatures that littered the land. But he was also curious about his new power. The outfit he had woken up in was a little weird, and didn't appear to give him much protection, but he felt like that was fine. The next odd thing he noticed was just how easy he found using the bow. He's never shot an arrow before, but the knowledge on and stance to perform the act came almost as second nature. It was all highly interesting, and he would continue to target a deserted wall, moving back further and further as he did so until his back hit a wall. Once that was done he moved forward to retrieve the arrows.
Leaving the backstreets, Yuki on his shoulder now as if he was a cat, he considered heading towards their apparent living arrangements. But as he turned he came face to face with....who...
....
His eyes lower in confusion, he knew this person, but how and from where? His eye begins to twitch and he brings up a hand to rub it. Weird, that only happened whenever he thought about....about... and before his mind could catch up his body was already reacting the sight of the man he loved...the man he lost.
"Kupo? Master, why are you crying?" Satoru glances over at the moogle and gently lifts him up to put him on the ground, a distraction as his mind desperately tries to figure things out. "Don't worry." He whispers, gently petting the moogle on the head but being careful of that antenna. With a slow sigh he turns back to the other boy...the oh so familiar boy.
"What's your name?" He chokes out, his voice getting stuck in his throat. But then suddenly he's moving forward and grabbing him. "Are you...Shun?" Aonuma Shun, his best friend, his lover, and the one person that he would have done anything to see again. He couldn't even be sure if these tears still streaming down his face was from the sorrow of having lost him or from pure joy at seeing him again. Suddenly all their shared memories come flooding back, the false one's eradicated in the process.
Re: Shun Aonuma | From the New World
"....Huh?"
He blinks, his hand shielding his sensitive eyes from the evil sun as he glances down to examine what had been apparently been sitting on him as he slept. "...What the-" Okay he's seen plenty of weird things, and sure he probably hasn't seen it all, but not once has he ever heard of a creature like the thing currently rolling over and attempting to get up.
"kuuuupooo" It whines and the 14 year old can't help but blush a bit. Oh man, it's really cute for a...thing. It seems to notice him staring at it and instantly it's on its feet, the ball on top of his head standing on end. That would be how Satoru met the male moogle, Yuki. He listened closely as Yuki explained this world and his purpose in it. At first he tries to explain how this just couldn't be. He wasn't a hero, he was just a kid from a really messed up community. But he couldn't deny the proof in his hand, a rather extraordinary bow.
The conversation ended after Satoru demanded to know the location of whoever sent them here and was answered with a pitiful Kupo and a bunch of excuses that held no point. He sighs and scratches the back of his head. Now that he had nothing to distract himself with he couldn't help but notice something was strange about him. As a archer he still had incredible eyesight, perhaps even better than before, but...His eyes lower and he looks around until he finds a pebble and attempts to use his power to lift it in the air and toss it over the Moogle.
But it doesn't move, because his power was gone again. His heart skips a beat, his face slowly contorting from that of concentration to shock and then to mild horror. Yuki notices and places a small paw on his leg and he turns to the fluffy white creature, snapping him out of his daze. For a moment there he had been sent back, back to a time he would rather forget. He gets up, picking the bow up with him and holstering it as instructed against his back. At least he wasn't left with only his wit and a couple of haythatcher eggs this time.
He starts to move, exploring the local world as well as the people in it and some of the other creatures that littered the land. But he was also curious about his new power. The outfit he had woken up in was a little weird, and didn't appear to give him much protection, but he felt like that was fine. The next odd thing he noticed was just how easy he found using the bow. He's never shot an arrow before, but the knowledge on and stance to perform the act came almost as second nature. It was all highly interesting, and he would continue to target a deserted wall, moving back further and further as he did so until his back hit a wall. Once that was done he moved forward to retrieve the arrows.
Leaving the backstreets, Yuki on his shoulder now as if he was a cat, he considered heading towards their apparent living arrangements. But as he turned he came face to face with....who...
....
His eyes lower in confusion, he knew this person, but how and from where? His eye begins to twitch and he brings up a hand to rub it. Weird, that only happened whenever he thought about....about... and before his mind could catch up his body was already reacting the sight of the man he loved...the man he lost.
"Kupo? Master, why are you crying?" Satoru glances over at the moogle and gently lifts him up to put him on the ground, a distraction as his mind desperately tries to figure things out. "Don't worry." He whispers, gently petting the moogle on the head but being careful of that antenna. With a slow sigh he turns back to the other boy...the oh so familiar boy.
"What's your name?" He chokes out, his voice getting stuck in his throat. But then suddenly he's moving forward and grabbing him. "Are you...Shun?" Aonuma Shun, his best friend, his lover, and the one person that he would have done anything to see again. He couldn't even be sure if these tears still streaming down his face was from the sorrow of having lost him or from pure joy at seeing him again. Suddenly all their shared memories come flooding back, the false one's eradicated in the process.