First Fang
[Well, this is rather strange.
After the whole incident at the Dragon's Gate, Legault had made himself scarce, seeking out the displaced Black Fang members wherever he could. It was somewhat lonely, especially after having traveled so long with Eliwood and the others, but it was something he needed to do for his own peace of mind.
Needless to say, this led to him camping out quite a bit, and as such his waking up in a comfortable bed is something of a shock. He's rolled out of the bed and crouched almost immediately, eyes darting around for foes... that aren't actually there. He stands then, still cautious but more curious now that he's fully awake. It looks like a home, albeit not like one he's ever seen before. The clothes he's wearing are comfortable, if unfamiliar, and while his suspicion doesn't fade, it does drop somewhat. Obviously whoever picked him up both is very good at kidnapping and clearly doesn't want him dead, and so he'll make the most of their hospitality. There were clothes in the closet and he changes into something more presentable than pajamas, then sets about exploring.
It doesn't take him very long before it dawns on him that he is far, far away from home. There are shiny pictures of himself with people he doesn't recognize, and there are several objects that are entirely foreign to him, and rather disturbingly, he's missing his scars. He picks up the phone receiver curiously; it appears to be designed to be spoken into, and so he does.]
What, and where, in the world is this?
[He sounds more bemused than anything else.]
After the whole incident at the Dragon's Gate, Legault had made himself scarce, seeking out the displaced Black Fang members wherever he could. It was somewhat lonely, especially after having traveled so long with Eliwood and the others, but it was something he needed to do for his own peace of mind.
Needless to say, this led to him camping out quite a bit, and as such his waking up in a comfortable bed is something of a shock. He's rolled out of the bed and crouched almost immediately, eyes darting around for foes... that aren't actually there. He stands then, still cautious but more curious now that he's fully awake. It looks like a home, albeit not like one he's ever seen before. The clothes he's wearing are comfortable, if unfamiliar, and while his suspicion doesn't fade, it does drop somewhat. Obviously whoever picked him up both is very good at kidnapping and clearly doesn't want him dead, and so he'll make the most of their hospitality. There were clothes in the closet and he changes into something more presentable than pajamas, then sets about exploring.
It doesn't take him very long before it dawns on him that he is far, far away from home. There are shiny pictures of himself with people he doesn't recognize, and there are several objects that are entirely foreign to him, and rather disturbingly, he's missing his scars. He picks up the phone receiver curiously; it appears to be designed to be spoken into, and so he does.]
What, and where, in the world is this?
[He sounds more bemused than anything else.]