[action | Giza Plains | OTA]

[howlingmoon]

[Nanaki has been here only a few days, and not only has he been spat out by a magic portal, his materia is useless, and he wound up in a city full of clans that would happily mistake him for a monster and turn him over for a bounty. Needless to say, he fled the city before he'd live up to his feral appearance and have to fight anyone.

So, he headed south through to Giza Plains, and while the area and the nomad villages remind him a little of home, he avoids those, too. He's caused enough misunderstandings already, and there are enough wolf-like monsters in this area that he could easily be mistaken for.

He's reached as far as one of the Sunstones and flops down in the shade it casts when a thought occurs to him -- his phone! Why didn't he try that before? He pulls it out, and delicately tries to use a paw to call Cloud. (He succeeds in bringing up games twice, and then accidentally texting a string of gibberish to Tifa and hitting 'SEND' before he can stop it. Then a message pops up: 'NO SIGNAL - MESSAGE NOT SENT'.)]

I really should have gotten Reeve to design a phone I can use...

[A long-suffering sigh. He must have broken it.]

Comments

[wishtolivefreely]

[Her expression softens at this, knowing well what it's like to be cut off from all that's familiar even as she didn't have to cross worlds for that to happen.]

I truly hope this is so.

My name is Mjrn, of Clan Centurio. If you wish, I would speak with Montblanc. He could alert the other hunters to stand down, and allow safe passage through the city.

[howlingmoon]

I am Nanaki. [He cocks his head, puzzled; clans are entirely unfamiliar to him.] Montblanc is the leader of the hunters, then?

[wishtolivefreely]

Well met, Nanaki.

[Mjrn nods.]

Aye. He founded the clan, along with two others. None has quite the experience or knowledge he possesses, and his word carries much weight.