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September Test Drive Meme

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"Not really, I've only really seen it on the map." He raised his hands up to his chest, palms flat in a placating motion. He paused a moment, glancing at the bracelet on his wrist. "I'm not from there, I'm a Lucian."

Yeah, he thought, he is. Without a doubt. Until the end.

"I don't even know you dude, and seriously even if I did my only job is to protect the king."

"A Lucian. I see. I'm unfamiliar with the term, but it hardly matters. I doubt any sort of map will do you good here-- clearly we were displaced to another world, albeit one I am... unfamiliar with." Unfortunate, but not surprising. The Organization can't claim to have been to every world. That only makes it all the more suspicious, though, that he seemingly ended up so far away from their usual charted territory.

Vexen snorted. "Anyone can claim that, you know. Not knowing someone hardly means you are innocent of committing crimes against them. Given that you are the only other being I've encountered, surely you can't blame me for being... cautious." Because he refused to call himself paranoid.

"A different world?" Was he being toyed with?

"Oh, I get it." Prompto said after a moment. He exhaled, looking tired. "You're messing with me again. Why even bother? Aren't you bored yet?"

He frowned and took a step back, but the fact he could move was a strange way to torment him.

"So I should be more cautious then." Why assume a stranger's face out of everyone he could have pretended to be? He jerked his wrist. He did it again. Damn, his gun still wasn't coming to hand.

It was all making sense, this was some kind of vision. He wasn't standing there, he was back in Zegnautus Keep, behind bars and restrained.

A heavy sigh. He hated having to explain these things. "Yes. I can only assume you aren't familiar with travelling between them-- very few are." There's a slight note of pride, perhaps even arrogance in the last part. "I can't say I recognize this world-- clearly I was thrown off course while traversing the dark corridors, but that hardly explains how you ended up here. Hence, my assumption that you had something to do with my arrival."

"And for your information, I do not stoop to such things as petty pranks. That would hardly serve me any purpose in this situation. I have nothing to gain from deceiving you." Said with no small amount of distaste. If anything good was to come of this, it was the fact that perhaps he finally had a break from the members of the Organization that do get pleasure out of such jokes. "I am not 'messing with you', simply attempting to... assist you. We are both, for the moment, stuck here without any knowledge of where we are. And yes, we could both stand to be a little more cautious."

It was evident from the flicking of the stranger's wrist that he was attempting to summon something-- a form of magic, perhaps? A weapon? Vexen had tried the very same thing (repeatedly) upon his arrival, growing quickly frustrated when he discovered his shield simply wouldn't come to him, nor would anything else, regardless of how wildly he threw his arms about or what words he shouted to bring his abilities forth. Perhaps this world just wasn't equip to deal with magic, or else their abilities were somehow being restricted. Regardless, the stranger was of no threat to him if he was just as powerless as Vexen was. The agitation at being disarmed against his will ebbed away slightly at the realization.

If Ardyn Izunia was messing with him, it was an extremely strange way to go about it. The more he thought about it, the more it seemed less likely.

"Sorry. I'm running on a serious lack of sleep." Prompto apologized, properly and ran fingers through his hair. He was just as disarmed as the man next to him, but he wasn't entirely helpless, if it came down to it.

"Thanks for your help, anyway." He smiled. "So! Where should we go then?"

"Clearly." Not meant to be rude-- or, well, any ruder than Vexen always was-- merely an observation. It was apparent that he was in very poor shape. It seemed that lack of sleep was only part of the problem from the look of things.

One eyebrow arched up. "'We'? I believe you need to find medical assistance, and I need to find a way to get off of this world, or at the very least gain more information concerning our whereabouts. You're hardly in the shape for any sort of reconnaissance."

While Vexen wasn't wrong, he was very comfortable in the space of not thinking about it. For the moment, he was just glad to be outside. Fresh air, and a free range of motion, what was there not to like about it?

"I'm fine." Prompto shook his head, Vexen didn't need to be concerned about it. "I can help, I'm just not sure which direction we should go."

He had things to get back to.

Vexen doesn't really do 'concerned', but he sure doesn't tolerate fools, either. Stubbornly convincing yourself you're fine when you most certainly are not falls well into the realm of 'foolish' to him.

Nonetheless, he sighed in defeat. "Very well. I doubt direction matters in a case such as this, so long as there's something to stumble upon whichever way we do go. North is easy enough to start with." He didn't wait for a response before starting off. "With any luck, we'll stumble upon a nice patch of dirt and I can dig you a grave should you die of exhaustion on the way there."

Wasn't his new companion the cheerful type?

"Let's go then!" He pushed cheer into his voice almost stubbornly, as though that were reflexive on its own.

"I'm so touched you care enough to bury me." He responded with a little chuckle. So the man had some kind of sense of humour. That thought alone was enough to take some of the edge out of his anxiety over the fact he was so very lost and alone, not to mention the Chancellor could come after him at any time.

Cheerfulness is too exhausting for him to bother with. He's tired just from listening to Prompto's tone already.

"I consider it more of a common courtesy for everyone else. You should hope you never learn how terrible a decomposing body smells." Why, yes, he can carry out a joke, even if you'd never guess it from his tone of voice.

Prompto laughed softly and shook his head, refraining from commenting on that, and whether or not he knew what it was like when someone or something died.

"I'll trust you to look after that, but I won't die."

He felt slightly more relaxed, at least. "I'm Prompto Argentum."

"We shall see. Perhaps your willpower will prove to be enough to surprise me." Stubbornness is a particularly strong force when it has need to be, after all.

He gave Prompto a wary glance out of the corner of his eye, but it wasn't as if he was trying to hide his identity or anything-- probably no harm in introductions, even if he didn't see why they were remotely necessary. He acknowledged Prompto with just a curt nod before responding in turn.

"Vexen." He's... not big on pleasantries.

"I'm really not...close to dying." Prompto admitted. No matter how uncomfortable he was, and he certainly was that, he was fairly certain that his death was not part of the equation. He wasn't entirely certain why, possibly because it was something of a game to his captor, but he'd been kept alive for a reason.

Vexen might not have been, but Prompto was a talkative sort and all the quiet and lapse in conversation was as uncomfortable as anything else. "So uh, the weather's okay right?"

He sounded nervous, he didn't really know how to start a conversation with a stranger, and it didn't help that he'd always been painfully shy.

"How fortunate. Two pairs of eyes will serve us better than one-- we wouldn't want to miss a potential clue regarding our whereabouts." Also he'd be very disappointed if left to solve this mystery all by himself. Annoyed, actually. He's a scientist, not a detective.

Vexen was perfectly content to walk along in complete and total silence. Better to focus that way, after all, and he didn't really have any desire to try and """connect""" in any way with the stranger he just met. It's not like they were ever going to talk again after this, right?

...Clearly the two of them didn't share that point of view. But two can play at the small-talk game. Perhaps if he can match tones well enough they'll both be bored out of their minds enough to just leave each other alone.

"Indeed. Though I tend to prefer it colder, myself."

"I can do that, yeah." It was honestly easier to have a goal in mind as he was looking around the area, trying to get an idea of where he was, but that was going to be difficult, honestly, if he was still outside of Lucian territories. They may have traveled much of Lucis' extended lands, but this was something else entirely, and as far as he knew, he was in enemy territory.

Prompto really didn't want to be in silence right about then, although he didn't say so. It was just how he was feeling at the time, and he didn't realize he was imposing on his new companion, rather he was busy thinking he was being a burden in many ways.

"Really?" He shuddered lightly. "I, ah, think I can live without it being that cold. Where I was recently it was totally freezing. Ice and snow everywhere."

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