damned_institute | Day 28; Bus 3

There was, Naomi decided, some sort of cosmic irony in all of this. Not that she was trapped in a deranged and possibly other-worldly asylum with a man she'd idolized for years and a boy who was being investigated for - among other things - the murder of her fiance. No, at this point, those were perfectly normal occurrences. Rather it was the soft, pretty, feminine pink sweater dress she'd been stuffed into in the morning. A chance to wear normal clothes, and she looked like a soccer mom. The white blazer and white boots only made her look like a soccer mom who maybe hadn't given up gogo boots.

It was humiliating. Why couldn't she have jeans and a sweater? And sneakers? Something she would conceivably wear? Not this damned pink monstrosity. And her nurse kept saying how pretty she was.

She didn't care if she looked pretty.

Grumbling to herself, and taking it out on her muffin, Naomi was shoved onto an empty bus and told to 'sit tight'. Oh, she'd sit tight alright....

At least she was relatively certain L was alright. She'd spent the whole night with him, and other than falling on his ass, nothing had happened to him. And hopefully nothing would happen to him in town, either....

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"Oh," he said, nodding. So it was like that robot-thing his parents had developed to fight off Pariah Dark a while ago? They sounded sort of similar, in the sense that it had a 'pilot' and they had two legs.

"So...chocobos are like chickens," he said, nodding to himself as it all made sense. He still didn't know how a chocobo fit into the scheme of things though. It sounded as though Celes rode chocobos, but didn't you eat chickens? Maybe they were more like horses...or a mix? Sheesh, Sam would have a big party over this, wouldn't she?

"Similar to a chicken. They're actually rather docile, really. Chocobo don't spook easily, so they're actually very good for battle." Celes herself was rather fond of the easygoing birds, her first command of a Chocobo Knight squad had been at sixteen. had it really be only two years since that event?

Celes smiled briefly in memory.

"Battle?!" he asked, if a bit loudly. Who made chickens fight in battles?! He never heard of warrior chickens, with spears and armor or whatnot. Well, obviously not, but still--chickens in battle. Not to be mean to the chickens or anything, but what would they be able to do?

"Whoa, okay, when you say 'similar to a chicken,' you mean similar how?" he asked. Right now he was having very strange visuals of chicken wars, and they were probably really really wrong.

Celes suppressed a peal of laughter. It would be wrong to laugh at someone who didn't know what a chocobo was, really, it would be.

And yet.

Celes pinched a bit of her muffin off and ate it daintily, mindful of crumbs. After a moment of silence she replied, "As in they're rather large, yellow, like a chick. I suppose that's where similarity ends, though, as chickens are much smaller. They're some of the fastest transports on land, though really, the best way is to go by airship."

And if that damned Gabbiani would let her have it when she was home again.

"Ohhhh," he said, nodding a bit. "That makes more sense, yeah." He could more easily imagine chocobos fighting and working as transport now. "Is an airship like a regular airplane?" Or was it something else? After all, if they didn't have cars there--he assumed--then would they have planes? Or did they put large wings on chocobos?

"Er, if you know what an airplane is, I mean," he said, making sure not to get Celes confused or anything.

Celes gave him a blank look, answering his question. "An airship is..." she wondered how to describe it. "Well, there's only one in the whole world that works properly, otherwise, we have short-range fliers. But, they're really rather large, can hold a full crew of men..."

"It's rather hard to describe what Vectorian technology is like. You could ask my companion, however. His country is quite adept at creating things. His castle sinks into the sand."

"Oh, so I guess it is like an airplane," he said, shrugging a bit. That Gestah-whatever place Celes was from seemed to be a bit behind when it came to technology. That wasn't too strange, he dealt with places like that before.

"Whoa, it sinks into the sand?" he asked, looking shocked at her. "That's...pretty awesome!" he said, his shocked look turning into an amazed grin.

Celes looked up for a moment. "Please don't let him hear that, I'll never hear the end of it, and neither will you." Really, when it came to technology, Edgar was rather like a hyperactive cactrot, spewing out ideas like needles.

And more often then not, trying to 'improve' his already deadly array of weaponry. "What about your world, how do you travel?"

"Haha, really?" This guy seemed a lot like his father. If that was true, then he could definitely handle not mentioning it to him. He knew of the consequences, and he'd rather not deal with them, not in this setting.

"Oh, I'm from this world," he said. "I think. It looks the same." He shrugged. "I'm used to buses and cars and stuff. That's what we're riding on right now," he added. "Aaaaand we have motorcycles and airplanes and jets and boats...and if we wanted to ride on animals, we have horses." He looked up to the top of the bus in thought. "And there's more, but I can't remember all of them."

"Mm," came her reply, and she pinched another bit off her muffin. "Then you are far more versed in what I can expect in a town like that. Or are all small, mountainous towns alike?" Celes wondered aloud and looked out the window again at the quickly-passing scenery.

Tree. Tree. Rabbit. Tree. Tree. Tree. Bush. She wondered how quickly time passed. The general rested her elbow on the thin ledge between her and the window, setting her head on her chin.

"Actually, I can't guess what that town's like," he mused. "I mean, you can't expect a normal town to be around a place like this," he said, motioning to the whole of the bus even though he really meant the building of Landel's Institute.

"Even so, towns are usually different based on where they are. This town won't be like home, I don't think," he said, shaking his head.

"I see," she replied and continued to look out the window.

Soon, trees peeled away to houses and a town took shape. "I believe this must be it," she murmured quietly. "How... very quaint." The town was not unlike the dozens of others that she'd marched through, under the banner of War and Empire.

Celes turned to Danny and offered him a polite smile. "Thank you for spending the time with me, Danny. It has been quite a pleasure speaking to you."

The town, even for him, was a surprise. While he was expecting something rather quiet and homy, he wasn't expecting something like this. It looked like Thanksgiving hit it too hard, and then tried to hide it by hiding behind Halloween.

"Uh...okay," he said unsurely, wondering why Celes had said thanks for talking to him. It was just talking. "Maybe we should get off now?" he said, the statement sounding more like a question.

And on that note, he stood up and waited for his chance to get in the 'line' off the bus.

Day 28; Bus 3

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