"You're not wrong," his companion allows. "Without any signs of mako though..."
Or for that matter, the Lifestream. Was that why everything had a layer of unsettling absence? Or was that just an effect of what else is going on. Strange monsters, mutations, an overwhelming sensation of displacement.
"Wherever or whenever we are," Vincent then continues; the idea of being out of place in time is not going to be questioned. It's very clear that is the case. Between he and Tifa, and then Sephiroth, there's no reason to deny this.
And when might not important. Though it's unlikely the past unless the summoning isn't limited to living people.
Vincent knows the feeling of confronting a world where his modern is antique and what people consider commonplace is often beyond advanced. An impatient 'tch' escapes his throat.
"There's not much we can determine about the where... and when right now. Not until the storm clears." He doesn't like it. Though his stance hasn't shifted much since he settled in, Vincent's gaze does drift to the opening. The storm's clouds and the shadow of the canopy emphasize the unnatural glow of ruby eyes; only momentarily extinguished by a slow blink.
"The radio broadcast mentioned something else. 'You're here? Mostly hu--'." ...Laughable really, to someone in Vincent's circumstances. But to a wider crowd? "What I saw suggests whoever brought us here expected us to experience changes."
Not just because of the storm. But the process of being brought here.
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Or for that matter, the Lifestream. Was that why everything had a layer of unsettling absence? Or was that just an effect of what else is going on. Strange monsters, mutations, an overwhelming sensation of displacement.
"Wherever or whenever we are," Vincent then continues; the idea of being out of place in time is not going to be questioned. It's very clear that is the case. Between he and Tifa, and then Sephiroth, there's no reason to deny this.
And when might not important. Though it's unlikely the past unless the summoning isn't limited to living people.
Vincent knows the feeling of confronting a world where his modern is antique and what people consider commonplace is often beyond advanced. An impatient 'tch' escapes his throat.
"There's not much we can determine about the where... and when right now. Not until the storm clears." He doesn't like it. Though his stance hasn't shifted much since he settled in, Vincent's gaze does drift to the opening. The storm's clouds and the shadow of the canopy emphasize the unnatural glow of ruby eyes; only momentarily extinguished by a slow blink.
"The radio broadcast mentioned something else. 'You're here? Mostly hu--'." ...Laughable really, to someone in Vincent's circumstances. But to a wider crowd? "What I saw suggests whoever brought us here expected us to experience changes."
Not just because of the storm. But the process of being brought here.