[The first thing Prompto remarks when he opens his eyes is that he's not staring at the inside of the Keep. That's good, because he could have sworn he was still there.
No wait. They left hadn't they? It must have been a dream. He has a a feeling that will be a common occurrence. But, notably, he's not walking through Niflheim either. It's not unreasonably cold, and he's not in a tent.
Huh. Where is he then? He sits up and wraps his arms around his knees, looking around. This place is unfamiliar. He swallows. He's not kidnapped again is he? Vague wisps of memories, he was being saved from...something? It's not clear. At least, he's not bound in any way, and the bruises they hadn't had time to heal in the Keep are gone.
Nothing hurts.
What is this place? He gets up off the cot finally, smoothing down his shirt and peers around the corner to encounter someone unfamiliar? He steps back, all nerves suddenly ratcheting up to 100 in mere seconds, as though he's been burned.]
[B]
[Outside the Curti Center, he's looking a little lost. Sure, he's been given a map and all but it's hard to reference things without having actually explored the world and he sighs with annoyance. He's not really sure he wants to live here, being that he has a perfectly - well not good, but okay world that they're trying to save and it's been so rudely interrupted.]
...I'm not sure how to read this map.
[He's more talking to himself, but it's not as quiet as he probably should be if he doesn't want to attract attention. He certainly looks engrossed in it though, he'd be an easy target for a small fright.]
[C]
[They're in the sky. They're flying in the sky, very high up. What if the airship crashes?
Prompto is very steadfastly refusing to look out the window. The floor is fascinating and he's singing to himself under his breath.]
I miss the ground. The ground that's so very solid and flat. And you can't fall off of it.
Prompto Argentum | Final Fantasy XV
[The first thing Prompto remarks when he opens his eyes is that he's not staring at the inside of the Keep. That's good, because he could have sworn he was still there.
No wait. They left hadn't they? It must have been a dream. He has a a feeling that will be a common occurrence. But, notably, he's not walking through Niflheim either. It's not unreasonably cold, and he's not in a tent.
Huh. Where is he then? He sits up and wraps his arms around his knees, looking around. This place is unfamiliar. He swallows. He's not kidnapped again is he? Vague wisps of memories, he was being saved from...something? It's not clear. At least, he's not bound in any way, and the bruises they hadn't had time to heal in the Keep are gone.
Nothing hurts.
What is this place? He gets up off the cot finally, smoothing down his shirt and peers around the corner to encounter someone unfamiliar? He steps back, all nerves suddenly ratcheting up to 100 in mere seconds, as though he's been burned.]
[B]
[Outside the Curti Center, he's looking a little lost. Sure, he's been given a map and all but it's hard to reference things without having actually explored the world and he sighs with annoyance. He's not really sure he wants to live here, being that he has a perfectly - well not good, but okay world that they're trying to save and it's been so rudely interrupted.]
...I'm not sure how to read this map.
[He's more talking to himself, but it's not as quiet as he probably should be if he doesn't want to attract attention. He certainly looks engrossed in it though, he'd be an easy target for a small fright.]
[C]
[They're in the sky. They're flying in the sky, very high up. What if the airship crashes?
Prompto is very steadfastly refusing to look out the window. The floor is fascinating and he's singing to himself under his breath.]
I miss the ground.
The ground that's so very solid and flat.
And you can't fall off of it.
[He's having a small bout of acrophobia.]