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popotopirateWell you know what, it wouldn't be the first time he's blundered into somewhere completely alien. Honestly, it's kind of a good thing, if he were to stop and think about it for a few seconds, it's not like he was in a fantastic situation at the moment at home, booking it wildly from a combination of gunfire and hurled fireballs.
In fact, as he (and his appropriately sized little chocobo) barrel into the nexus, one might be so lucky as to see a few stray bullets striking the ground after him, at least one fireball grounding out mere inches behind the poor panicked riding bird as it careens into the plaza. And it does, in fact, take a few minutes for the two foot ten inch rider to steady his chirping, warking steed, cursing a blue streak as the animal is steered in a wide circle, over and over, until it starts to slow.
"Woah!" Yanking on the bridle, digging his little booted heels into the stirrups- "I said woah, damnit, woah ye blasted oversized pigeon-" There. The bird teetered to a halt, huffing and puffing, just like it's rider who'd now taken the time to collapse bonelessly against it's long, feathered neck. "Thank you." Fucking bird, the thanks was punctuated by a few affectionate pats to the neck. No hard feelings, apparently.
Though, after a moment, he did in fact begin to become cognizant of the fact that this wasn't... exactly Ala Mhigo anymore... was it? Chest still heaving a bit, the little red rider takes a moment to look around the general area, seeming to grow increasingly confused with every passing second. Finally, after a solid minute, he throws his hands up, spitting out another curse before asking his question:
"WHAT?"
In fact, as he (and his appropriately sized little chocobo) barrel into the nexus, one might be so lucky as to see a few stray bullets striking the ground after him, at least one fireball grounding out mere inches behind the poor panicked riding bird as it careens into the plaza. And it does, in fact, take a few minutes for the two foot ten inch rider to steady his chirping, warking steed, cursing a blue streak as the animal is steered in a wide circle, over and over, until it starts to slow.
"Woah!" Yanking on the bridle, digging his little booted heels into the stirrups- "I said woah, damnit, woah ye blasted oversized pigeon-" There. The bird teetered to a halt, huffing and puffing, just like it's rider who'd now taken the time to collapse bonelessly against it's long, feathered neck. "Thank you." Fucking bird, the thanks was punctuated by a few affectionate pats to the neck. No hard feelings, apparently.
Though, after a moment, he did in fact begin to become cognizant of the fact that this wasn't... exactly Ala Mhigo anymore... was it? Chest still heaving a bit, the little red rider takes a moment to look around the general area, seeming to grow increasingly confused with every passing second. Finally, after a solid minute, he throws his hands up, spitting out another curse before asking his question:
"WHAT?"
