Being informed that he would soon have to share a living space with strangers did not go over very well with Albel. No, the warrior was seething. He hadn't had to share... well, anything in a long, long time, and never with strangers. Even traveling with Fayt and his ragtag bunch, they spent some time in close quarters, but they weren't exactly strangers.
Ugh, at least he'd get his own room -- right?
So that's where he was now, stalking up to the door like a panther about to kill, fumbling with the keys and passing over the threshold...
4/
A domestic beast would surely be faster than walking everywhere, and Albel was unconvinced he had to stay here. "Heroes of Light?" That may be, but the fact that there was no other information on what that meant for such "heroes" did not inspire confidence. If no one could tell him how to get home, or what was required to do so, he'd go off and figure it out himself.
He just... didn't expect the weird, giant bird-things.
"People ride... those?" he asked, indignant as he stared. He was Albel Nox -- he rode dragons -- and they couldn't even supply him a proper horse?
13/
Albel didn't trust the weird, furry little thing that kept following him around, chirping advice and irritating "kupos." Like hell was he going to trust letter-writing to a creature, and one that could barely speak right. No, once he found out there was a public board in town, that's where he intended to go for information and to reach out to these other... "heroes."
The "moogle," as it was apparently called, continued to trot at his heels as he took long strides, offering letters and paper and other materials. It was rather insistent about doing its job. Albel snatched a piece of paper and one of the strange ink-sticks that the moogle offered and scrawled his own note.
Albel Nox // Star Ocean 3
"I have to what?"
Being informed that he would soon have to share a living space with strangers did not go over very well with Albel. No, the warrior was seething. He hadn't had to share... well, anything in a long, long time, and never with strangers. Even traveling with Fayt and his ragtag bunch, they spent some time in close quarters, but they weren't exactly strangers.
Ugh, at least he'd get his own room -- right?
So that's where he was now, stalking up to the door like a panther about to kill, fumbling with the keys and passing over the threshold...
4/
A domestic beast would surely be faster than walking everywhere, and Albel was unconvinced he had to stay here. "Heroes of Light?" That may be, but the fact that there was no other information on what that meant for such "heroes" did not inspire confidence. If no one could tell him how to get home, or what was required to do so, he'd go off and figure it out himself.
He just... didn't expect the weird, giant bird-things.
"People ride... those?" he asked, indignant as he stared. He was Albel Nox -- he rode dragons -- and they couldn't even supply him a proper horse?
13/
Albel didn't trust the weird, furry little thing that kept following him around, chirping advice and irritating "kupos." Like hell was he going to trust letter-writing to a creature, and one that could barely speak right. No, once he found out there was a public board in town, that's where he intended to go for information and to reach out to these other... "heroes."
The "moogle," as it was apparently called, continued to trot at his heels as he took long strides, offering letters and paper and other materials. It was rather insistent about doing its job. Albel snatched a piece of paper and one of the strange ink-sticks that the moogle offered and scrawled his own note.
Seeking the heroes of Airyglyph -- Albel Nox