Prompto's reading and re-reading the pamphlet they gave him, last three fingers drumming nervously against the back of the paper. He's been waiting, but it doesn't say how long he has to wait, or who this 'god' is going to be, or what they'll be like. It also doesn't say who he is. All he has is a name and the knowledge that whatever he used to be, that's all over now. In a way, it's almost a relief--but actually, mostly it just makes him feel lost and anxious. He rocks on his feet, watching visitors come and go, other ghosts like him finding the gods they're going to serve.
It's warm enough that he's set his jacket aside, and the character on the inside of his wrist--just opposite the other mark, the one that's so disquieting to look at--tingles a little as he hears a voice.
Prompto looks, and it's a girl.
He blinks, dumbfounded for a moment, and then looks at the brochure again, as if looking for some kind of confirmation one way or the other that She Is the One. Finally, he gulps, shoves the brochure in his back pocket, picks up his jacket and makes himself approach her.]
Hay gurl
Prompto's reading and re-reading the pamphlet they gave him, last three fingers drumming nervously against the back of the paper. He's been waiting, but it doesn't say how long he has to wait, or who this 'god' is going to be, or what they'll be like. It also doesn't say who he is. All he has is a name and the knowledge that whatever he used to be, that's all over now. In a way, it's almost a relief--but actually, mostly it just makes him feel lost and anxious. He rocks on his feet, watching visitors come and go, other ghosts like him finding the gods they're going to serve.
It's warm enough that he's set his jacket aside, and the character on the inside of his wrist--just opposite the other mark, the one that's so disquieting to look at--tingles a little as he hears a voice.
Prompto looks, and it's a girl.
He blinks, dumbfounded for a moment, and then looks at the brochure again, as if looking for some kind of confirmation one way or the other that She Is the One. Finally, he gulps, shoves the brochure in his back pocket, picks up his jacket and makes himself approach her.]
Hey--um. Aaare you looking for someone?