these good boys.... these puppies.... we will keep them in doggy daycare just in case you do want them back. also because i love them and i want to just, like, have them to look at.

prompto argentum and zack fair have been dropped for you.

orianna has grown quite used to the unexpected by now; it is the second time she’s found herself ushered into some strange new world at the behest of some power greater than herself, and she has to wonder what makes her so special.

ah, well. at the very least, the young lady has been allowed to keep her companion. the ball has its eye periscoped outward, surveying their new environment with quiet intrigue. entirely unbothered by the inherent oddity of the situation, orianna sets about exploring, excitement at the prospect of learning about yet another new place writing itself plain across her features.

something that seems to have followed her from her previous home, however, is that incessant rattle nestled between her mechanical lungs — a spot of irritation. terra, she finds, is more in line with the memories she has of valoran. magic abounds, and orianna hopes her chances of finding purveyors of components compatible with piltovan techmaturgy are thus improved.

a bit of asking around and a good deal of walking end up carrying her to a sprawling marketplace in the southern sector of the city. more polite inquiry toward outdoor vendors directs her to a shop tucked in an alleyway that is much larger inside than its facade would suggest. the walls are lined with shelving and displays for all manner of technology; some of it from the modernity she’d just left, and some of it less so. 

the man behind the counter perks up when she walks in, and tells her exactly where she can find the fine repair tools and tiny gears she seeks without her needing to say a word. the ball tilts in confusion, but orianna simply thanks him and locates the indicated shelf. there is another customer at the adjacent display — a young man, blond, currently very absorbed in looking at what appeared to be... lenses, she thinks. boxes with little lenses affixed to their fronts.

HELL YEAH YOU CAN

zack fair has been reserved for you until may 13th.

absolutely not, and how dare you ask me for anything. i will never forgive you.

just kidding. your reserve vincent valentine has been extended until may 11th. and we love you

And from the looks of the person next to him, he’s not the only one.

“Are you looking for something from where you’re from too? I was looking for a chocolate. It, uh. It’s something my daught--roommate likes.”

▖She had been chilling at that bench of Pearl Park for like twenty five minutes already, hadn’t she? Sporting a tracksuit and a lightly exhausted countenance, she had been staring at this young man have the time of his live photographing some of the landscape the trees offered. What a nice hobby though, her best friend was a hobbyist too and always seemed to preach about the “benefits of connecting with the environment around you that photography gives you” or something like that. Maybe she could like... record the sounds of nature? 

“I’m tellin’ ya, if you put a coin behind the spring... here, and lubricate the barrel a bit, bingo! Range increases!” He shoots the nerf gun with a satisfying thum! and it flies for the horizon. 

⁝ ▹ HUBERT is never a man to outwardly ask for help. He’s found other ways to get the information he needs, to press his ear to the wall and follow the trail of information. But he is lost here, he has to admit: that does not bode well for him.

He clenches his fists and looks straight ahead at the young man who seems to be enjoying life with a little too much enthusiasm. Hubert stands a little straighter, his brows set in a resting sort of glare, and he puts a hand on the other’s shoulder, lightly gripping.