[Ignis holds the pamphlet that was placed in his hands with a slackened grip. This piece of paper was just rubbish to him since he couldn't read a word on it. His face was set in a stony manner that made him seem unapproachable, but really he was trying to process everything that was happening to him at this very moment.
He had awakened...somewhere. The only thing he could recall was his name and he couldn't see a bloody thing. He was guided to...a place where there were many voices around him, but it seemed that there was the general consensus of confusion. He listened in on people muttering to themselves or whispering to others about "death" and "the far shore" to gather as much information aurally as he possibly could.
Now he was just sitting quietly at the sidelines of the borderline practice area, his eyes trained in front of him as he listened to people shout "LINE!" over and over again.
It looks like he may be staring at you, but he's doing no such thing.]
Rest and Refreshment
[After a time of getting his bearings of maneuverability which meant somehow getting his hand on a polearm and using it as a guiding stick. He followed the sounds of some man explaining the contents of a table which sounded like food and drink. He could certainly use some water to clear his head.
The word "water bottle" came to mind, but he couldn't recall what one looked like. The image of one was right there at the edge of his mind. He knew that he couldn't see for some reason, but he his brain was trying to reach images that weren't there.
Pushing that out of his mind, he spoke up finally.]
Excuse me, if someone could direct me to where the water bottles are, I would be grateful.
Ignis
[Ignis holds the pamphlet that was placed in his hands with a slackened grip. This piece of paper was just rubbish to him since he couldn't read a word on it. His face was set in a stony manner that made him seem unapproachable, but really he was trying to process everything that was happening to him at this very moment.
He had awakened...somewhere. The only thing he could recall was his name and he couldn't see a bloody thing. He was guided to...a place where there were many voices around him, but it seemed that there was the general consensus of confusion. He listened in on people muttering to themselves or whispering to others about "death" and "the far shore" to gather as much information aurally as he possibly could.
Now he was just sitting quietly at the sidelines of the borderline practice area, his eyes trained in front of him as he listened to people shout "LINE!" over and over again.
It looks like he may be staring at you, but he's doing no such thing.]
Rest and Refreshment
[After a time of getting his bearings of maneuverability which meant somehow getting his hand on a polearm and using it as a guiding stick. He followed the sounds of some man explaining the contents of a table which sounded like food and drink. He could certainly use some water to clear his head.
The word "water bottle" came to mind, but he couldn't recall what one looked like. The image of one was right there at the edge of his mind. He knew that he couldn't see for some reason, but he his brain was trying to reach images that weren't there.
Pushing that out of his mind, he spoke up finally.]
Excuse me, if someone could direct me to where the water bottles are, I would be grateful.