"No problem," he said, shrugging his shoulders. "This way."
He indicated the direction, the only direction at this point, with a jerk of the head and started walking. Still relatively new to the city, Axel didn't know all of the ins and outs of it, but he had a fairly good head for directions and had memorised the routes to the main areas quickly. The backstreets and Lowtown were another story, but they weren't important at the moment.
"You came across the desert on that thing?" He asked, sounding bemused at the thought.
The kid didn't look very old, a few years younger than him, maybe. Nevertheless, he was out on his own, on a gigantic motorcycle, in the middle of nowhere. Rabanastre was an oasis city, which meant a lot in the largely desert-covered country of Dalmasca. No matter where he'd come from, he'd travelled a long way to get there. It was possible that he'd come from Rush Valley, of course, but something told Axel that wasn't likely. Might have been the silver hair.
The weird thing was, was that Axel couldn't place where he might have come from. Originally, or recently. He wasn't good enough at the general geography of the continent to throw out anything but a guess. The kid's eyes made him think of Midgar, but for one thing his accent didn't match up to what he knew about it and for another... well, Midgar wasn't there any more. It was possible that he'd got out before everything went down, or that he was from a city near to there, like ... what was it? Palompolum, or something? But it would have been a weird coincidence. Especially since he'd come from the opposite direction.
In the end, it didn't matter. He was just making idle conversation.
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Date: 2014-01-30 09:04 pm (UTC)He indicated the direction, the only direction at this point, with a jerk of the head and started walking. Still relatively new to the city, Axel didn't know all of the ins and outs of it, but he had a fairly good head for directions and had memorised the routes to the main areas quickly. The backstreets and Lowtown were another story, but they weren't important at the moment.
"You came across the desert on that thing?" He asked, sounding bemused at the thought.
The kid didn't look very old, a few years younger than him, maybe. Nevertheless, he was out on his own, on a gigantic motorcycle, in the middle of nowhere. Rabanastre was an oasis city, which meant a lot in the largely desert-covered country of Dalmasca. No matter where he'd come from, he'd travelled a long way to get there. It was possible that he'd come from Rush Valley, of course, but something told Axel that wasn't likely. Might have been the silver hair.
The weird thing was, was that Axel couldn't place where he might have come from. Originally, or recently. He wasn't good enough at the general geography of the continent to throw out anything but a guess. The kid's eyes made him think of Midgar, but for one thing his accent didn't match up to what he knew about it and for another... well, Midgar wasn't there any more. It was possible that he'd got out before everything went down, or that he was from a city near to there, like ... what was it? Palompolum, or something? But it would have been a weird coincidence. Especially since he'd come from the opposite direction.
In the end, it didn't matter. He was just making idle conversation.