[prompto does the absolute best thing he can do in his situation: try to climb up the rubble on the side of the colosseum the second he realises it's sharks coming at him.]
[it's the closest to high ground he can find, and a part of him extensively believes that this is some empire-level of torture, to throw him into the fray of deadly shark-monsters after holding him captive for hours? days? --he can't tell anymore. all prompto knows is that he's hurting, exhausted, and dazed for the most part.]
[but his moment of respite atop the rubble doesn't last for long. out of nowhere, a sharktopus is climbing the opposite end, heading straight for him, jaws open and teeth ready to cut his flesh open.]
Wuoh--hey! That's unfai--aahhh--!
[an attempt to get up on his feet and move out the way has his slipping on some misplaced bricks and stone, and although he's making a quick escape from the sharktopus' bite, he's rolling back down onto the grounds of the colosseum, a mess of limbs and pained groans, easy prey for all other sharks abound.]
You've--got to be kidding me...
[prompto does a fair effort of getting up on his feet and out of the way, grumbling annoyingly (and also yelping hilariously, now and then), but he doesn't seem battle ready, at all]
B. THE STREETS / WHEREVER YOU WANT HIM / TEXT
[there's a blond, scrawny kid that doesn't look too good. he actually leans against the wall of one of the nearby buildings and tries to catch his breath by resting on his knees for a bit. looking a bit closer, he tries to clean up the blood from injuries to his brow and nose.]
[clearly, he's seen better days.]
[and while the entire situation has him feeling confused as to why and how he got here (despite the very helpful guide on the phone he's found on himself), prompto is sensible enough to try and reach out to others.]
hello my name's prompto argentum i'm looking for has anyone seen noctis?? i think i 'm lost
prompto argentum | ota
[prompto does the absolute best thing he can do in his situation: try to climb up the rubble on the side of the colosseum the second he realises it's sharks coming at him.]
[it's the closest to high ground he can find, and a part of him extensively believes that this is some empire-level of torture, to throw him into the fray of deadly shark-monsters after holding him captive for hours? days? --he can't tell anymore. all prompto knows is that he's hurting, exhausted, and dazed for the most part.]
[but his moment of respite atop the rubble doesn't last for long. out of nowhere, a sharktopus is climbing the opposite end, heading straight for him, jaws open and teeth ready to cut his flesh open.]
Wuoh--hey! That's unfai--aahhh--!
[an attempt to get up on his feet and move out the way has his slipping on some misplaced bricks and stone, and although he's making a quick escape from the sharktopus' bite, he's rolling back down onto the grounds of the colosseum, a mess of limbs and pained groans, easy prey for all other sharks abound.]
You've--got to be kidding me...
[prompto does a fair effort of getting up on his feet and out of the way, grumbling annoyingly (and also yelping hilariously, now and then), but he doesn't seem battle ready, at all]
B. THE STREETS / WHEREVER YOU WANT HIM / TEXT
[there's a blond, scrawny kid that doesn't look too good. he actually leans against the wall of one of the nearby buildings and tries to catch his breath by resting on his knees for a bit. looking a bit closer, he tries to clean up the blood from injuries to his brow and nose.]
[clearly, he's seen better days.]
[and while the entire situation has him feeling confused as to why and how he got here (despite the very helpful guide on the phone he's found on himself), prompto is sensible enough to try and reach out to others.]
hello my name's prompto argentum
i'm looking for
has anyone seen noctis??
i think i 'm lost