Have One..Will Travel[Open]

He remembered darkness and sleep. He remembered floating in the embrace of these two for many hours until finally he was woken up by something cool against his head and body. Frowning slightly in his sleep, he would struggle to open heavy eyelids and focus his eyes that were unaccustomed to light. He had to close them several times and try again to finally focus clearly on the strange ceiling above. Its form was unfamiliar. He would turn his eyes to either side of him. The furnishing….the scents… All of it was unfamiliar. Had he been knocked unconscious again and taken elsewhere? He thought he was in a strange prison before... Or was that place something he dreamed up? What was going on and what on earth was pressed against him that was so cool?

A shaky and heavy hand would reach up to touch the thing on his head. It was a damp towel...and apparently not the only one. He had some on his arms and the exposed skin on his legs and even on his exposed chest, but why…? And who…? The questions whirled in his head as he forced his head to move to the side as he eyed the table where a vial of medicine and a needle were. Had he been sick or something then? He tried to remember, but just couldn’t.

All he knew right now was that he wanted to get up even though his body was fighting him. It was a struggle, but in time the young man would sit up and after pausing for a bit to clear his head of fog, he would swing his feet out of bed. Getting to his feet, he would sway a bit stumbling about to rebalance himself as he found his shoes and fixed up his clothing so that he was properly dressed once more. After doing that, the young man headed towards the door pausing though as the room trembled as some loud noise filled the area. It almost sounded like something heavy crashing. Curious, he’d exit the room he was in and found himself in an empty shop full of strange things and floating orbs he had never seen. While this brought up many questions, he’d put them on hold as he stumbled to the entrance of the place and upon peeking out he found people outside talking loudly and pointing.

Following their direction, he would narrow his eyes seeing what appeared to be a person in the distance waving their hands and behind them a crashed ship of sorts? This was all a bit confusing and too much to take in after just waking up, so for the moment he stayed by the door watching it all.

Meanwhile the shop owner and a few people that were out there saw the wave from the girl and in turned waved back as one of the men in the group moved forward a bit before cupping his hands and shouting.

“Hello there! You alright?” Though how effective that would be in this wide open expanse of grass was beyond the young man holding on the door frame for a bit of support watching the interaction unfold for now.

As the man that had called to the approaching figure and the rest of the group moved away from the shop to meet up with whoever they were, the dark haired young man would keep his silence and watch as he remained leaned against the door frame listening. From what he could hear the figure - a woman to be precise- was having ship troubles....or to better put it, crashed her ship here. Meaning she had a way of traveling though the means seemed pretty odd. The ship or whatever it was looked very strange and oddly colored. Maybe she just liked a colorful and an odd style for her vehicle and he was just being judgmental. Still if that thing could fly maybe there would be a means to travel and seek out his friends. Though the problem with that was the girl....he was pretty sure he couldn't just ask for a ride without something to offer in turn. Besides, even if she did seem friendly from a distance, who was to say she wasn't hostile underneath?

All the questions came and went and boy did they make him feel a bit sick to the stomach as they agitated the light headache there. He suppose after sleeping or whatever the hell he was doing all this time, thinking too much right off the bat wasn't good and yet he couldn't afford to be weak and out of it. Not like this. No. Somehow managing to keep standing, the young man would take a chance to look at the woman when she turned away to watch the group go towards her ship. He'd size the woman up before blinking as he shifted a bit to stand without holding the door frame.

"Is that sort of thing normal anywhere?" he would ask in a calm and serious tone as the woman turned to him and began sizing him up. Standing tall and confident enough, he let her do as she wanted. As long as she didn't attack, he wouldn't harm her, so there was that. Regardless of what sort of answer, he got he'd eventually shift his weight to go back in drifting over to one of the chairs in the shop and sitting down around the time the other asked him a question of her own. His body was tired and it would take him a few moments to settle and in turn answer her. He'd start by shaking his head.

"Nope. New here myself," he would say with a light sigh as he leaned back in the chair looking at the ceiling for moment before frowning slightly as the word 'world' sunk into his head. Blinking a bit he looked back at the other. "Wait...what do you mean by 'world'?" Was she suggesting that this was a different place on Eos that he just didn't know about that was odd? Or did she literally mean a whole other world? And if it was the latter...He wasn't sure he wanted to think what that could imply...

“You figured that I what?” the dark haired male would ask as he did his best to focus on what she was saying...though the broken way she spoke did make that hard to do. Even so, he remained patient and calm through it all. Well as calm as he could with a headache and fatigue still hanging about him. Pushing his discomfort aside, he would snort softly as he gave her a very faint smile.

“Well, I suppose there isn’t much of a direct answer to that one,” he would say quite amused that she had even tried to answer the question that he had honestly thrown out there as a rhetoric one to emphasis the ludicrous nature of crashing ships being normal outside of a war zone….or at least that is what his logic was telling him. Speaking of logic though, it seemed the woman would try to explain what she meant by "world" her way of speaking almost as if she was talking to a kid. Did he mind this? No. Did her explanation make things clearer? Well that depended on what one defined as clear.

Furrowing his eyebrows, he would process the information given before speaking. “So you are saying that this place is one of many worlds out there that can be accessed via space and a ship.” He’d pause a bit to think a bit more before shaking his head. “Honestly lady that sounds like something straight out of a science fiction novel; however, seeing as this is not my home I suppose I cannot doubt you either.” Though that still didn’t explain why he was here. He wasn’t on a ship. He was dead...and well explaining that to someone would just be insanity on its own. The dead coming back to life...surely that didn’t happen daily right? Or did it?

He didn’t know and honestly didn’t want to think about it as he got up from his seat with a faint grunt and walked over to join the girl, blue eyes looking towards the ship the people were huddled around. He stayed quiet as he watched the exchange of yells and yelps when the woman tried to warn the people of the ship being hot. Observing the scene, he’d wait until there was a break in speech to ask a question.

“That ship.... If it gets back up and running you can leave here right?” he would begin watching the injured tend to his hand a bit before hopping right back to helping again. Shifting his eyes a bit from the scene, he would look over at the woman from the corner of his eye. “When that happens, would you mind taking me along for the ride?” he would ask calmly though inwardly he kind of hated doing this. Even so, if a ship was the way of travel, he would not be able to get off this...world without one so what choice did he have in this situation? Besides he had people he needed to find out there somewhere....

Well whatever happened from that, he’d find himself a bit surprised when the other reached out to him and introduced herself. He’d hesitate a second before smirking slightly as he shook his head finding it funny that in all this he had forgotten his own manners. “The pleasure is mine Ms. Lockhart,” he would say as he shifted to grasp her hand and shake it. “My name is Noctis.” He would finish intentionally leaving off the rest of his name. Friendly or not, he didn’t know or trust this woman yet and while he was pretty sure he had nothing to fear after what had happened, he still decided to play cautious for now. Even so he spoke his words in a friendly and easy tones, so yay there?

Hm?

The young man would shake his head at the question. “No. To be frank, outside of the people out there you are the first person I’ve seen since waking up here,” he would say seeing no reason to hide that fact anymore. That aside…”Is this man a friend of yours?” he would ask curious about the matter. Though his attention was drawn from her back to the ship as there was an unexpected groan and crunch.

He would watch as the huddle group scattered a bit as the ship decided to lay completely flat on its stomach now. That didn't look good.

“Hmm...I wonder if they can actually fix it. The material seems odd to me. What is it made out of?” he would ask as he watched the group go back to the ship cautiously probably fearing what else it might do.

He would see the smile the woman had and while he sensed no malice from it, he had to wonder just what was going through her mind as she looked away towards the ship. Was she perhaps thinking of folks she missed or something else? He would let the thought pass by, his brows furrowing as he heard the name of the material the ship was made out of.

“Gummi blocks?” He’d repeat as he scratched the back of his head. “That sounds like some kind of candy.” And now he had the image of candy being used for ships stuck in his head. Amusing, but probably not the reality of what was going on here. Still the name was very strange and made him wonder even more about the strange material though for now he would put questions on the backburner as his eyes drifted to the wide expanse of land before him for the moment.

“That would be much appreciated and well I can give you more details about that once the ship is back up. Maybe along the way we can find your friend too.” He would add the last part, kind of sensing there was something hidden behind the smile the woman wore. She hadn’t answered his question about the guy, but maybe that was because she was either worried about him or simply didn’t want to give out that information. Either way, he wouldn’t pry or make any comments outside of what had already had said.

That matter aside, his mind would shift to focusing on the situation at hand as the woman spoke about getting started on finding this strange thing called a gummi block or something similar. The young man would nod at that one seeing helping her find the material as a way of paying her back for the promised ride..though even if he didn’t need a ride he would’ve helped anyway. He didn’t like to leave people helpless after all.

“Alright let’s go. Can you tell me exactly what these gummi pieces look like or what could be used as a replacement for them?” Might as well know exactly what to look for right? Or rather that would’ve been good information to know if the people by the ship hadn’t started hauling ass back towards them like the devil himself was chasing them.

A bit perplexed at first, blue orbs would find the source of the problem just as the girl called out and started making her way towards the creature that was looking to have a bit of fun with their way out of this place. Acting on an instinct to protect the people rather than the ship, Noctis forgot the whole concern he had of why he was back among the living as his hand went out to his side and the familiar wieght of his sword fell right into his hand as he closed his fist around the hilt. Moving from his position, he would begin to move towards the target, his arm rising as he took aim at the monster and let his sword fly.

Not expecting to be hit, the strange plant like creature was just about to stick a tentacle through a crack in the ship when unexpectedly it was poked in the side of its head and quickly following that the hefty weight of boots being smacked right into it as Noctis body became a blue blur as it crossed the field to his weapon and becoming solid, he made an attack on the beast using the kick to both do some damage and pull his sword out as he did a flip of the creature and upon landing got some distance between them.

The creature on the other hand made a strange sound as it backed up injured, but far from down as it turned its attention from ship to the man that had attacked it... 

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Noctis Moves:
> Used Wrap Strike: 1 post cooldown.
> Kicked the Malboro to do minor physical damage to the creature.

@tifa

He’d let the woman take care of the fallen child as he made his move and attacked the creature, his mind focused on getting the creature away from the ship, but more importantly focused on him versus the people that were trying to escape.

And well, his plan did work. Its attention was on him, so at least he didn’t have to worry about it whacking anyone as he kept moving, leading the angry thing away from the ship and fleeing people. The creature followed, but as usual with these things, the creature just couldn’t resist the urge to use the most obnoxious and dreaded of its natural abilities: bad breath. As soon as he saw the the thing take a breath in he knew what was coming and would’ve hauled ass out of there; however, there was a problem.

During the chaos of all the running, a teenager had gotten his foot caught in a tangle of weeds in the area leaving him vulnerable and right within range of the bad breath’s path. While the ice wall went up to protect others, Noctis opt not to be protected by this wall as he quickly moved over to where the kid was his current weapon disappearing and being replaced by a large shield that he quickly slammed into the ground before himself in the kid. Knowing the shield wouldn’t be enough, he would throw himself over the kid like a blanket using both himself and the shield to keep the toxic fumes away from the kid as he gave a firm command for the kid to hold his breath as long as he could.

The frightened kid obeyed holding his breath as the dark cloud rolled over them. The shield caused the gas to spread out a bit, but in the end it got behind the shield and washed over them. Keeping his breath as shallow as possible to avoid getting too much of the stuff in him. He worked on getting the kid free before herding the kid out of the cloud and hopefully to safety. As for himself, he stayed within the cloud moving with that large chunk of ice summoned and kicked by the woman name Tifa. He’d near the creature before pushing off the ground and using his shield like a ram, he'd slam into the creature aiming for its mouth and to knock it off balance.

The creature who was already reeling from the ice, reeled back further when it was hit by metal and Noctis weight. The front part of it wiggling in a disturbing manner as it tried to stay balance, but in the end could not. It would tilt to the left and land on the ground with a thud before making odd sounds as it tried to get back up. Taking this brief moment of peace to look around and check in on things, Noctis would call out to the woman.

“Hey! You okay?” he would ask between breaths and coughs as he took a step back feeling queasy and unbalanced. Damn...poison...And yet he would not let this stop him. Poisoned or not, he had to bring that creature down before he rested or try to take care of himself.
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Noctis Moves:

> Swapped Sword of the Father for Shield of the Just.
Swap - Cooldown: 1 post
> Used shield and body to protect kid from Bad Breath.

> Freed the kid and shooed him to safety.

> Retaliated, by using a shield bash to knock over the Marbola after it was struck by ice

> Is poisoned thanks to Bad Breath

@tifa

His body was feeling odd and the world around him was spinning, making him sick to the stomach. He wanted nothing more than to just retreat and collapse in a warm bed to get over the sickness that came from the poison; however, he knew he could not do that. Not now. No. There were people to protect and a young lady to aid. He needed to stay on his feet no matter how challenging the ordeal.

Swallowing back queasiness and shaking his head slightly to free himself from the dizziness, Noctis would shift the weight of his shield in his hands as he heard the reply back. Tsk. This was getting worse and worse, but they would prevail in the end. They just needed to work together. Right.

"The enemy is on the ground. Fire straight ahead to hit its underbelly. I'll attack it from above," Noctis would say, his voice steady and strong despite the poison within. With the words out of his mouth, Noctis would push from the ground and make his way to the still struggling plant creature. As it continued to wiggle and squirm, Noctis would gather his strength to pick up his shield, heft it above his head, and toss it at the creature with the sharp end going first. Due to the creature's wiggling it wasn't an exact stab to the neck, but the shield did embed itself into the creature as it made a strange nose of pain and immediately tried to get the shield out. Getting closer, Noctis would push from the ground and leap towards the shield that was getting covered by tentacles. Stepping on the protrusion, he'd attempt to use the shield as spring board to launch himself above the creature...though as he did, the creature would lash out with one of its tentacles and nick his leg as he went up. He felt the pain, but was in no position to deal with it now that he was airborne. While landing may be problematic this battle would hopefully be over soon provided the fireball was true to its mark and what he was planning next struck home also. 

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> Suffering from Poison, which is slowly weakening him.
> Used his shield to impale the downed Marbolo for moderate physical damage. 
> Used embedded shield as a spring board to launch himself in the air.
> Takes minor damage as the creature uses a Tentacle to cut his leg as he goes up into the air to prepare next attack.