Honestly, Vincent was glad to see that some things remained the same. Moogles actually weren't creatures in a videogame, this world ran on crystals, he had to relearn all his hard-fought and trained for skills--but there were still chocobos.
His moogle, Ophelia, at least was aware enough at the moment to sense he was not in the mood for listening to her chatter. She'd already told him all the details about his new 'life', and his destiny! It was so poetic, according to her.
Vincent was more inclined to focus on the basics. Trekking out to the farm (and vaguely disappointed it wasn't the farm he knew), and... They didn't use greens? Crystals again? He took the purple 'lure' from the old man, and eyed it skeptically. Ophelia was chattering away again, going on about how he'd look so heroic on a chocobo. Especially if they could get a Red one! It'd be so dramatic with his hair and cape!
Vincent sighed, checked his gun and ammo, and headed out on foot. As they got closer to likely places, he hushed Ophelia. Warning her that no, they'd be likelier to GET a rare chocobo if she didn't scare them all away first. Her eyes had rounded, but she had gone quiet and activated his lure.
Airship Explorations!
Vincent missed the Highwind. Airships weren't new to him, but in a world that was both familiar and not, he missed the comfort of the familiar. He even missed Cid's language, which was a bit surprising. Still it was the best way to get to other major hubs of activity, and continue his exploration.
Ignoring how the wind whipped his hair around, and fanned out his cloak; he'd kind of missed the view.
Cue Battle Music (Random Encounter)
Vincent took careful aim, side-stepping and moving slightly back as one of the goblins as it feinted towards him. The sound of his gun echoed, driving it back and causing a chattering amongst the others. This was more annoying than anything else.
Apparently a small group of them had decided he looked like a good victim. They were finding out differently as he kept his distance from them while taking shots. They'd only managed to get part of his gil when one dared too close, and frankly he was hoping to scare them off soon.
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Honestly, Vincent was glad to see that some things remained the same. Moogles actually weren't creatures in a videogame, this world ran on crystals, he had to relearn all his hard-fought and trained for skills--but there were still chocobos.
His moogle, Ophelia, at least was aware enough at the moment to sense he was not in the mood for listening to her chatter. She'd already told him all the details about his new 'life', and his destiny! It was so poetic, according to her.
Vincent was more inclined to focus on the basics. Trekking out to the farm (and vaguely disappointed it wasn't the farm he knew), and... They didn't use greens? Crystals again? He took the purple 'lure' from the old man, and eyed it skeptically. Ophelia was chattering away again, going on about how he'd look so heroic on a chocobo. Especially if they could get a Red one! It'd be so dramatic with his hair and cape!
Vincent sighed, checked his gun and ammo, and headed out on foot. As they got closer to likely places, he hushed Ophelia. Warning her that no, they'd be likelier to GET a rare chocobo if she didn't scare them all away first. Her eyes had rounded, but she had gone quiet and activated his lure.
Airship Explorations!
Vincent missed the Highwind. Airships weren't new to him, but in a world that was both familiar and not, he missed the comfort of the familiar. He even missed Cid's language, which was a bit surprising. Still it was the best way to get to other major hubs of activity, and continue his exploration.
Ignoring how the wind whipped his hair around, and fanned out his cloak; he'd kind of missed the view.
Cue Battle Music (Random Encounter)
Vincent took careful aim, side-stepping and moving slightly back as one of the goblins as it feinted towards him. The sound of his gun echoed, driving it back and causing a chattering amongst the others. This was more annoying than anything else.
Apparently a small group of them had decided he looked like a good victim. They were finding out differently as he kept his distance from them while taking shots. They'd only managed to get part of his gil when one dared too close, and frankly he was hoping to scare them off soon.
Annoying.