They’ve been traveling for days now, shoopuf rides and airship travel, but it’s nearly impossible to get a ship through the Thunder Plains at this time of year, and so they do what’s necessary.
They walk.
Xu tosses her bag on one of the narrow twin beds in the Agency’s rooms, checks her watch, and sighs. Timing is everything– it will be, for the rest of her life, and she digs into her bag for her phone and tablet, wrapped in its anti-static casing.
“I can see why no one wants to come through here. It’s hell on technology.”
Chuami pulls her hair loose and throws herself onto the bed beside Xu’s, her arms spread. It’s been a while since she’s just walked somewhere like this, but Xu is right – it really is hell on technology. It’s hell on everything.
“Not only the static.” she replied, “Outright lightning strikes happen a lot. You won’t find anyone brave enough to ferry you through here, nuh-uh. Not even the cockiest chocobo riders will try it. And the rain never stops, so if your machina’s not fucked by lightning, it’ll be fucked by water.”
Peering over at Xu as she rummages through her bag, Chuami sighs.
“Is there any coffee in that bag?”
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