Larsa Ferrinas Solidor, Final Fantasy XII

[joyeuse_sol]

A boy of thirteen years with dark hair and effeminate features entered the sorting room, confusion written on his features

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[wright_phoenix]

[[There's a joke in here somewhere's but damned if I can find it.]]

Archadia? I've never heard of that country.

[joyeuse_sol]

"You've never- how is that possible? Am I still in Ivalice, praytell?"

[wright_phoenix]

"Ivalice? No, this is Hogwarts."

[joyeuse_sol]

"Hogwarts? Where is that?"

[wright_phoenix]

"In Scotland, from what I gather."

[joyeuse_sol]

"I... I have no idea where that is either," he said in worry.

[wright_phoenix]

"Wellllllll........then you must be from another planet or something. I've seen a couple not from Earth around here."

[joyeuse_sol]

That took a moment to sink in. "...A different world?," he asked quietly.

[wright_phoenix]

"............you...didn't know there were other worlds, were there?"

(There I go shooting my mouth without thinking again)

[joyeuse_sol]

Larsa shook his head frantically. "I'm that far from home?"

[wright_phoenix]

"..........yes."

[joyeuse_sol]

After a long moment of silence, Larsa finally spoke. "...Oh," he said, recovering slightly, "I see."

[wright_phoenix]

"Well, a lot of people find themselves here with no explanation, so you're not alone."

[joyeuse_sol]

"So people are forced to come here then?"

[wright_phoenix]

"Some do. I've heard some came of their own free will though."

[joyeuse_sol]

"How odd. So it's not a type of prison, then..."