[ lorna's no mechanic, but between marcos and her own abilities she's able to finagle her car into pretty decent operation, even when it probably isn't what could or should be legally considered drivable. but it's not as if they're on earth anymore and so long as she's not putting her all into operating the car, it ends up being pretty reliable more often than not. it slows to a 'not' in front of the hospital on her way back to the complex she's been staying in and she swears under her breath, getting out of it to check underneath the hood. moving her hand around to try and sense what might be wrong, she finds it (a crack in the radiator that she fuses together within a few minutes).
letting the lid slam down, she brushes her hands off on the front of her pants (kind of hilarious, since she hadn't actually done anything to get them dirty) and moves to get back in when someone sitting in the distance catches her eye. ]
Hey. [ she hasn't spoken much to him, but she knows she's seen him around; he's kind of hard to miss. ] Do you need a ride?
[ Indeed, most of Alphinaud's neighbours within their little residential complex come and go with barely a smile or a nod. That's not to say he doesn't memorize all of the faces he sees to the best of his ability anyway, and Lorna's is one he recognizes too.
It's her familiarity that puts him at ease, as he waits by the curb of the hospital-clinic for his ride that ... probably isn't coming. He perks his head up, straightening his spine, and gathers his things: not much, just a small bag for his empty lunch-box, and some spare joolies.
It's been quite some time and it's getting late, and really, he is partially to blame for overstaying his shift anyway, but it's hard to leave someone well alone when they're suffering, you see. He's certain now that Alisaie has either forgotten or decided that her brother could find his own way home — but a quick text clears it all up before he approaches. ]
I would be most grateful, thank you. I hadn't realized just how much time had passed.
[ it is hard to leave someone on their own when you see them suffering, at least if they’re an innocent. he at least appears to be that, and if he’s not she’ll hand that when it comes to it. ]
Yeah, no problem. [ she uses her ability to unlock and open the passenger door, swinging it open in his direction. ] Time tends to do that, especially in this place.
I am relieved to know I'm hardly the only one who feels this way.
[ Alphinaud considers the difference between the time he's used to, and the time that exists here — and while it shares its similarities, the way he spends it is not like anything he's experienced before, not since he'd left the Studium, idealistic hopes and dreams in his pockets and rattling around in his mind. Every day in Eorzea was different. Every day in the First was different.
It'll simply take some getting used to.
As he climbs into the passenger seat, he is unfazed but curious about her very open use of her abilities. It just feels ... so familiar.
He buckles his seatbelt as he'd been taught on his very first day here. ]
Forgive me if I'm speaking out of turn, but — you have magic?
[ mutants aren't exactly unknown where she is, but it is essentially considered a crime to have the gene that makes you one at this point, so her brazen use of them in public would be considered unusual there, too. it seems almost as if being normal is the exception, based on what she's seen so far, but even if it weren't lorna doesn't like hiding what she is or what she can do unless it's absolutely necessary. ]
Something like that. [ the car gets started once they're both secure in their seats. ] It's not what it's called where I'm from.
[ as she drives, she glances towards him out of the corner of her eye, an eyebrow raised. ]
I do, yes — though I suspect it works differently where I'm from as well.
[ He hasn't heard anyone mention the word 'aether' for one thing, which is a critical component of his particular magic. It may well be called something else here, of course — such is a topic he means to continue exploring. ]
But I'm curious to hear about yours if you'd be willing to share.
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It's her familiarity that puts him at ease, as he waits by the curb of the hospital-clinic for his ride that ... probably isn't coming. He perks his head up, straightening his spine, and gathers his things: not much, just a small bag for his empty lunch-box, and some spare joolies.
It's been quite some time and it's getting late, and really, he is partially to blame for overstaying his shift anyway, but it's hard to leave someone well alone when they're suffering, you see. He's certain now that Alisaie has either forgotten or decided that her brother could find his own way home — but a quick text clears it all up before he approaches. ]
I would be most grateful, thank you. I hadn't realized just how much time had passed.
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Yeah, no problem. [ she uses her ability to unlock and open the passenger door, swinging it open in his direction. ] Time tends to do that, especially in this place.
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[ Alphinaud considers the difference between the time he's used to, and the time that exists here — and while it shares its similarities, the way he spends it is not like anything he's experienced before, not since he'd left the Studium, idealistic hopes and dreams in his pockets and rattling around in his mind. Every day in Eorzea was different. Every day in the First was different.
It'll simply take some getting used to.
As he climbs into the passenger seat, he is unfazed but curious about her very open use of her abilities. It just feels ... so familiar.
He buckles his seatbelt as he'd been taught on his very first day here. ]
Forgive me if I'm speaking out of turn, but — you have magic?
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Something like that. [ the car gets started once they're both secure in their seats. ] It's not what it's called where I'm from.
[ as she drives, she glances towards him out of the corner of her eye, an eyebrow raised. ]
What about you, do you have magic?
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[ He hasn't heard anyone mention the word 'aether' for one thing, which is a critical component of his particular magic. It may well be called something else here, of course — such is a topic he means to continue exploring. ]
But I'm curious to hear about yours if you'd be willing to share.