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Is the stuff those guys in there said true? I mean it has to be true, I'm here and those guys weren't human, right? So this has gotta be a dream or am I dead? Would I know if I'm dead?

[The video had started with a distressed looking blond man and soon that blond was wincing in pain after he's pinched himself. The test to see if he was asleep, not dead. So he at least got proof that one of the two was wrong.

He's got the magi-cam (a name that made him twitch hard when he heard it, propped up on a wall so he can stand and use both of his hands. Hands that were gesturing as he spoke, and paced.]

And no gettin back, right? That's what they said. Some mess about time loops and, damn, I should have listened better.

[The kid has bags under his eyes, a few cuts and scrapes and bruises, and those are just what can be seen on his face. They'd tried to patch him up as well as could be before he'd gone and run out. He was quick on his feet.

He ran a dirty hand through his hair and then gave a nervous laugh before turning back to the camera.]

Don't suppose this'll get seen by people, huh? My people? Noct, Gladio? Iggy... [A shake of his head.] What am I doing? I mean to say, I'm Prompto! I got here a few hours ago and this place is crazy!

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I wouldn't cry! You don't know what I can do!

[He answered indignantly, huffing and immediately drinking from the glass that was just filled for him.

He was already feeling buzzed. Probably didn't help he couldn't remember the last time he'd eaten. Booze on an empty stomach and very little sleep was a bad idea, right?]

I'm a badass! Pew pew, I'm a crackshot! Cor said I had natural talent!

[Reno brought his hand down on Prompto's head.

And ruffled that hair.]

[His hair was already a mess, but that hand made it worse.

And worse than that... It reminded him painfully of of Gladio. Of Noct. Now that could have brought him to tears. Instead his head dropped. He didn't even have the will to bat at the hand like he would have the others.]

Quit it... I know.

[Now the kid looked depressed. Well, he kind of came that way to begin with. With one last nudge of Prompto's head he let his hand fall.]

Don't be like that. I am what I am for life, but I wouldn't recommend it. You have to be willing to hurt people even when you don't want to. You don't get to have a family. Even if you make normal friends they're still kind of scared of you. And you have to be willing to live with the fact that a lot of people very reasonably want you dead.

Not the type of thing most would aspire to be.

...We are incredibly cool, though.

[Prompto shook his head.]

Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful to you. I never said I wanted to be a bad guy though.

I just dunno who I am. That's all.

But... I guess I'm stuck here. So I've time to work it out now.

Can't really tell you for you. But you can probably stand to rest up and heal a bit before you figure it out.

Take it you haven't found anyone you know around here, though? [If he did they were kind of crap, leaving their buddy in this condition.]

Sleep sounds good...

Nah, least none replied to me yet. If they're here. [If they didn't hate him.

He sighed and leaned away from the bar to look down at himself. Yeah, sleep, a bath, he needed new clothes... He held out his hand and concentrated... and sighed again.]

Heh, figures... No Noct at least. Can't use my guns or camera. If he was here I'd be able to.

[He raised a brow at him.]

Why. He's got your stuff or something?

Sorta? He sorta had this ability... kinda like magic? He could store our weapons and stuff. And he can let people take a bit of that power? Share it? Okay, look, I used the thing and still don't get it.

[He wriggled his fingers.]

It let me just think and the thing was in my hand.

Magic weapon storing powers? Don't think we have a materia for that one.

Might be a bit of an issue, though, if using it means you can just lose your stuff.

So you were, or he was, carrying guns and a camera? Guess you could shoot with all of them.

What's a materia?

[Prompto cocked his head to the side and gave Reno a curious look. He grinned a bit then.]

Kinda had all my stuff. Our stuff. [And anything he'd had on him was taken off when he'd been strung up, save for his clothes. Thank god for that.]

Told ya. I'm a crackshot!

S'for for casting spells and stuff. Like 'Thunder'. I haven't heard anyone else mention them when they talk about magic.

And now you're here and you don't even have a gun. What do you think I should do with you?

Huh. Noct can do that too... I can't do that whole magic stuff. Iggy was better at it.

[He sighed and shrugged. What to do with him? Who knows. He didn't know what to do with himself.]

I dunno, man. Point me at those free rooms I heard about? I can find a bed and lick my wounds.

I'm not familiar with all of them, but I can show you the ones around where I'm staying.

It's too bad you missed the dick festival they were having. I would've given you the tour.

[He took a big gulp of his own drink.] Let me know when you're done and I'll take you there. Just don't drink yourself six feet under. I'm not getting a shovel.

... Dick festival? [Prompto didn't know whether to take him seriously or not, but in the end he just laughed and began to slide off of his stool.

He was done now.

Except when he stood up he stumbled and had to grab the bar for support. He laughed again, more of a giggle... Oh damn, was he drunk? He hadn't had that many, had he?]

I'm find, I'm fine. Just... [He made himself straighten up, took a deep breath and started walking. He still had that limp.] Really wanna lie down now.

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Maybe I really should walk with you so you don't end up as a speed bump.

[He pushed his empty mug to the inside of the counter and got up, eying Prompto over. Kid was a lightweight, obviously. Maybe he would have slowed him down some if he realized, but the damage was done. Hopefully he'd make it to a home in one piece.]

Alright, come with me.

[He started walking, keeping an eye on him.]

I'll be fine... Just point me in whatever direction...

[But Reno was already right there beside him and Prompto just sighed. Short of pushing the guy away, he couldn't really stop him. He didn't have the energy nor the strength to do anything like that.]

... Can't stop you I guess.

Way to make a guy feel welcome.

[Not that he was offended. He was a Turk. He was used to people wanting to keep their distance from him.]

Besides, I'll feel bad if I find your body tomorrow.

[With that he shoved his hands in his pockets and hoped that Prompto actually made it to the apartments. It was a good walk, and the kid was beat up and wasted.]

[It wasn't that he wanted to keep his distance, he just didn't want to be a burden. Prompto wanted to be able to stand up on his own too feet, to show people he was stronger than they gave him credit for! It... didn't always work out that way though. But his not wanting to be a burden was something he would never get over.

And he was feeling like a burden to Reno.

The poor guy hadn't signed up to babysit him and didn't look like he really wanted to be doing it now.]

I'll be fine. Least it's not snowing.

[He shot Reno a quick look.]

... But thanks.

I think I'll be the judge of that.

[Prompto didn't look like he was in any place to be judging his 'fineness', even if he wasn't now drunk.]

Weather isn't too bad here, but be careful with their experimental teleporters, or you might end up somewhere pretty cold.

[And he walked. Slowly, to make sure Prompto was keeping up with him. That suited his leisurely, lazy gait just fine, though.]

[Prompto just nodded his understanding. He probably could have walked faster if he'd wanted, but the slow pace was good as well.

He wouldn't touch the teleporters if they'd take him somewhere cold. He'd spent days in the cold and that was good enough for him to know he didn't ever want to do that again.]

[It probably seemed like a pretty long walk. Normally it wasn't that bad. Reno was used to patrolling city streets, so wandering around never bothered him much, but the distance was all the more obvious when he was concerned how many steps his companion had left in him. Maybe urging him to drink hadn't been the right idea.

Of course, that probably got him to open up a lot more, too. There was a good reason people like him utilized bars a lot.]

You ever been out drinking before?

[Nah, it was the right idea. His brain was too fuzzy to dwell on the fact he should have been in pain or the crap he'd had to suffer through not too long ago. And it had made him a new friend. Maybe?]

Out drinking? Nah, no... In drinking? Sure!

[Had he ever been drunk before? That was a whole other question.]

Snuck some drinks at home?

[That was his best guess. He'd never had much of a family life. There was a reason he was a Turk.]

Guess that's probably pretty normal when you're a teen. I'm pretty sure I had a drink or two in me before I was old enough. So you know how to deal with a hangover then?

Kinda...?

[And the few beers that he'd had with Gladio while they were out on the road.]

... Suffer?

[That was usually how Gladio dealt with his. Or he'd go for a run. The guy was a beast.]

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