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locke cole (lockecole) wrote in silverage,

Staring at Amy's hand, Locke nodded hollowly at it and gripped it with his right. "Locke Cole," he said.

"Wait, this isn't right." In an instant, he tore his hand away from her and he placed this on his bandana, as if scratching, while he turned his back and walked two spaces. He turned again to face her, brows wrinkled as he regarded her with a finger. "You don't know what a Chocobo is. But I wonder if you know what a Moogle is? Moogles, they're...small...cat...bear things with bat-like wings and they're extremely helpful I-- I have friends among the mog community-- dammit, I'm not supposed to be explaining this to you!" he paced again.

His right finger was on his lips as he thought about his predicament, brows wrinkled, left hand on his side. "You've never heard of Maranda or Jidoor either...Maranda I can understand but Jidoor, that's impossible. You've got to know about the opera house in Jidoor, at least..."

Now, he was just rambling. He paced on, muttering to himself, "Last I remember, I was on my way back from Maranda to Jidoor and lost my way somewhere in-between. Now, if I could just retrace my way back--! That's it!"

Looking excitedly at Amy, he asked, "Hey, how did you get here?"